Chapter 17 #3
Gray places his hand under my trousers and onto my bare thigh.
I suck in a breath and hold it, waiting as he slowly moves up between my legs and cups me.
I let out a breath and look at Gray. I can feel it, not much, but he’s there.
He motions his head towards the fight so I look back, trying to watch but I can't now he's touching me. I can’t concentrate on anything other than his hand, willing it to be a complete form so I can feel everything he has to offer.
He rubs his fingers down to my entrance, gathering my wetness and using it to swirl a finger on my clit.
Fuck.
Its ever so slight touches. So soft and barely there.
I normally don’t do gentle, but this is working.
I instantly get wetter, arching my hips more into his touch.
I reach out to place a hand on his thigh, and I can just feel him; if I use too much pressure, my hand starts to go through his leg.
I try to reach his cock, but he tuts at me.
“I want to wait for that, Evelyn. For now, let me try this for you.”
I pull back my hand and continue watching the fight.
Gray is working me so softly and slowly, but it heightens everything.
The men are brawling still and another few have joined them on the floor, but I can’t really focus enough to count right now.
Gray pushes a finger inside me. I clench at the touch as he moves in and out of me, adding more fingers and more force, curling to hit a deep wonderful place inside me.
He presses his thumb to my clit to give me as much pleasure as he can in this form, seemingly unaware that he’s holding the most sensitive part of my body in his hand.
I'm so close; my back arches, my hips thrust along with him and my breaths are uneven, almost gasping. His touch is starting to fade, I can barely feel him at all anymore and I panic, looking at him.
“Just wait,” he growls in my ear as he leans close to me. I look to the fight and see three little balls of blue light floating towards me. Souls.
The lifeforces drift to me, my pendant absorbing them as Gray sucks in a deep breath and thrusts hard with his fingers. I clamp a hand over my own mouth to stop my moan, feeling so full right now.
It worked; I feel him more than ever before. He works me so quickly to an orgasm that I almost feel robbed of this first experience with him, but I don’t complain. I float there in a colourful haze of pleasure for a moment, before coming back down from my high, my thighs shaking and my throat dry.
I look at Gray, his eyes are so gold, and he looks hungry for more. I want more. I try to reach for him, to kiss him, but I can’t move. Gray pushes the table away from me and helps me put my trousers back on, passing me his rum which I down.
“We need to leave,” he says abruptly.
Is…is he okay? Did I do something wrong?
I try to grab him, but my hand goes straight through his. No. No, no, no! We were right there, touching. What happened?
“Quickly, Evelyn.” I hear the urgency in his tone and move.
We take the back door out of the tavern and as the door closes behind me, I hear the now familiar voice of Constable Richard echoing through the pub.
My eyes widen and my heart starts pounding as I hurry along behind Gray, jogging down a street and turning down an alley.
It’s nearly fully dark out now. Lanterns and fire barrels are lit around town, providing little islands of light which people travel between with torches or lanterns, or with tagalong boys; kids who carry torches for some coin. London at night is dark and very dangerous even so.
“Damn, that was close. Was that why you stopped so suddenly?” I cross my arms and stand in front of him. He looks just as frustrated as I feel, running his hands through his long hair and leaning back against the wall.
“Richard. He was there to stop the fight. I shouldn’t have gotten so distracted. I’m sorry, Evelyn.” I put my back against the wall opposite him and sigh. So that’s what happened—he saved me from Richard’s presence.
“No need to apologise. Thank you. So, what now?” I ask, trying to pull him from his thoughts. I want to talk to him about touching me, and what happened, but now isn’t the right time for him.
“Our next soul is around the corner from here,” he says, finally looking at me. His eyes have returned to normal as he regains his composure. I nod and push off the wall. Gray does the same and walks in front of me to lead the way.
Around the corner, the alley is dark, a fire pit flickering near the end gives just enough light to make out shapes.
We slowly walk down and soft sobs come from my right.
I peer around some crates and on the floor is a little boy, clutching his head and a loaf of bread to his chest. Half of his forehead is deformed, pushed in as if something had bashed it in. Blood leaks from his nose and ears.
“This is Callum. He stole that bread for his sister but the crowd in town got him. He found his way here to hide but he’s not going to make it, Evelyn.”
I gasp and look at Gray. “Why didn’t you stop this? He’s just a young lad, Gray!”
“I cannot intervene. I can make death quicker or slower, but I cannot stop it. Today was his day, and this is how he was always going to die.” Gray sits on the floor in front of the boy, so I do the same, pulling his small body onto my crossed legs and holding him.
His entire face is covered in blood and his sobs are so gentle and quiet.
“Hey, Callum, I have you, okay? Don’t be scared. You won’t be in pain anymore. Shhhh,” I whisper to him.
He moves his bread closer to me and I pick it up, passing it to Gray. My heart twists in anguish for this child; I was an urchin once, this could have so easily been me.
“Your mother and father are waiting for you. They’re excited to see you again, young one,” Gray tells him.
Callum manages to look up to Gray and then me.
He closes his eyes and drifts off in my arms. He needed my hug, one final comfort.
His soul makes its way to my necklace as I stare down at the boy in my arms.
Death like this isn’t for me. I can easily torture and kill almost anyone, but when it comes to children, they don’t deserve this. I place him back down where I found him and stand up, wrapping my arms around myself walking aimlessly. I feel Gray follow, keeping silent.
I feel a single tear rolling down my face and I don’t bother to wipe it away. It’s for that little boy, who deserved so much more than he got.
“I’m done for today.” I don’t look at Gray as I make my way back to the stables to collect Ada. I mount her, taking a look around me before I move. Gray isn’t near me anymore, he’s over by a group of children gathered around a fire pit, offering them the bread that Callum stole.
I click my tongue and push my heels into Ada to get her moving, not even bothering to see if he was following me.
“Take me home, girl.”