17. Reed
Chapter seventeen
Reed
I’ve never been so damn comfortable in my whole life.
Thalia fits perfectly against me, her lithe body curling into mine like we’re two puzzle pieces.
Thankfully, we both sleep like the dead—one spot, not a single bit of movement through the night.
Just warmth and something so deeply connecting that I know I’ll never be able to replicate it outside of these walls.
Not with another person.
Not with anything or anyone who isn’t her.
Sure, she may have her secrets, and they’re probably something shocking if I had to guess with her reluctance and expressions last night. But I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted all of her.
It doesn’t matter how she comes—a criminal record that could make the hardest offenders blush, a yard full of stolen property, or fuck it, even a cult at her goddamned beck and call. Whatever the case is, she’s only made me that much more intrigued to find out who she really is…
And I know Taryn is already itching to find out the same thing. This is like her true-crime shows come to life.
I turn over, my eyes shooting open when I fall flat on my stomach. The morning light is peeking in through the curtains, illuminating my very empty bed.
“Fuck,” I curse as I throw the covers off. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I’m padding in the direction of the kitchen, only to stop when I see Thalia standing at the stove of my apartment.
She looks absolutely radiant with the morning light casting over her dark hair. My white band t-shirt reaches just past her ass and swallows her frame, but I can still make out her adorable centipede tattoo that wraps around her upper thigh.
I lean against the doorframe, soaking her in as I cross my arms over my bare chest. The smell of eggs and bacon touch my nose as she uses a spatula to flip the food while her other hand holds her phone in front of her and someone I’ve never heard before breaks through the speaker.
“And where the fuck were you? Why didn’t you neutralize the threat in one spot?” This newcomer asks with a harsh bite that makes me jump into defense mode.
I push off the doorframe, ready to intervene when Thalia responds back.
“And where the fuck were you?” She mocks with a ridiculous tone that has me stifling a laugh. “I was getting shitfaced at a bar with my boyfriend, Rowan.”
Hearing her call me her boyfriend makes my chest constrict. Warmth spreads before I realize what else she said.
Rowan?
As in her brother?
“So, it is serious?” He asks.
“Yup,” she says proudly, making my chest puff up.
“Then that makes this situation even more complicated. We need—”
She cuts him off with a long, drawn-out ugghhhh as she tossed her head back. “Sorry, Row Row, but the crows I’m sending after you need instructions on how to find your ridiculously big head.”
“Thalia, this is serious—”
“Byeeee,” she sings before hanging up on him.
This time my laugh does escape, and she whips around to me. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to know you aren’t sending any crows after your brother,” I smile.
She rolls her eyes playfully. “I totally could.”
I walk over to her, my hands sliding along her waist as I rest my chin on her shoulder. The sweet scent of cherries is always what gets me. I bury my face in her hair, closing my eyes as my nose brushes along her pulse point.
“You’re a distraction,” she mutters breathlessly.
“Mhm,” I hum as my lips quirk into a smirk.
My hand reaches out before I flick the burner of the stove off. She turns into me easily, and I grab her hips before lifting her onto the counter. Her thighs splay in such a pretty manner it makes my cock harden as I catch a glimpse of her dark panties.
Thalia grabs the waistband of my boxer briefs before tugging me closer, and I fit perfectly between her legs. Her ankles cross at the base of my spine, and our hands are on each other before we can stop ourselves.
Her thin fingers splay across my chest, giving me an appreciative squeeze before traveling further and exploring my skin. My hands curl around her waist, sliding under her t-shirt in teasing strokes as our noses brush. Her breath fans across my lips, and I can’t wait anymore.
I press forward, my mouth crashing over hers as her legs and hands tighten on me. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, and I groan in the back of my throat. Her taste, her touch, her presence.
It’s all enough to send me tipping over the edge if I’m not careful. She has no idea, but I’m already falling so deep. If things like love and affection are really unconditional, then I think Thalia might just be my reason.
And I have to know.
I can’t let this go if she’s the one. No matter what.
She pulls back slightly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes cloudy before burying her face in my neck. Her teeth scrape across my pulse, and my whole body responds by tightening. Her hand finds my length, dipping past my waistband until the first heated touch makes me groan.
Her fingers wrap around velvet steele as she begins to stroke slowly. At the first pass of her palm over my head, she bites into my neck so hard it makes stars explode across my vision. A breathless sound escapes past my lips as I cup the back of her head and my cock twitches.
Thalia’s tongue laves over the wound she’s inflicted as she hums deep in her throat. There’s no doubt she drew blood, and she only confirms it when she pulls away and I see my essence coating her plump bottom lip.
She peeks at me through her lashes before releasing my cock and spitting on me. My blood mixed with her saliva drips down, coating me as she works her hand over the mess until a rhythm is established.
“Thalia,” I breathe over her, my palms biting into the counter on either side of her.
With her free hand, she collars my throat and drags me closer. “I have a breeding kink, Dr. Dreamy.”
Fuck.
If there’s one way to make a grown man cum, it’s that.
“W-what are you saying?” I stutter as the base of my spine begins to tingle.
“Cum in me. I have an IUD.” She orders.
I nod, my hand fumbling to shove her back. She releases me, her arms shooting back to hold herself up as I hook a finger into her panties and pull them aside.
I’m fucking feral right now. All I can think of is what she’s going to feel like wrapped around me while I’m awake.
My digits tremble as I stare down at her slick, exposed pussy, the fabric of her panties stretched taut to one side.
My cock, still slick with her spit and my own blood, throbs angrily in the open air.
The sight of her spread out on the counter, legs parted wide for me, sends a fresh surge of need through my veins.
Thalia watches me with those heavy-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling fast. She reaches up, drags her fingers across the fresh bite mark on my neck, and brings them to her mouth. She sucks the blood off with a low hum, never breaking eye contact.
“Hurry up, Dr. Dreamy,” she whispers. “I want you inside me. I want you to fill me up.”
I don’t wait another second. I line myself up and slam forward in one brutal thrust. Her pussy clamps down around me instantly, hot and tight and dripping. The wet sound of me bottoming out fills the room. Thalia cries out, her head tipping back as her walls flutter around my length.
I don’t give her time to adjust. I pull back and drive in harder.
My hips snap against her with wet, filthy slaps, and each thrust forces a gasp from her throat.
Her nails rake down my chest, leaving red lines that sting in the best way.
I lean in and crush my mouth to hers, tasting copper on her tongue.
“Fuck, Thalia,” I growl against her lips. “You feel so good. So tight around me.”
She moans into my mouth and bites my lower lip hard enough to draw blood again. The sharp sting shoots straight to my cock. I thrust deeper, grinding against her clit with every roll of my hips. Her ankles lock tighter at the small of my back, pulling me in like she never wants me to leave.
I reach between us and press my thumb to her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles that make her thighs squeeze.
Her pussy squeezes me rhythmically, milking every inch.
Blood from the bite on my neck drips down my chest and lands on her stomach.
She swipes it up with two fingers and smears it across her own lips before sucking them clean.
“More,” she pants. “Bite me. Make me bleed, too.”
I don’t hesitate. I drop my mouth to her neck and sink my teeth into the soft skin just below her ear.
She screams in pleasure, her cunt clamping down so hard I nearly lose it.
The taste of her blood floods my tongue—metallic, warm, perfect.
I suck at the wound, drawing more out while my cock pistons in and out of her soaked pussy.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Just like that. Fuck me harder. Breed me.”
Her words hit me like a drug. I fuck her with everything I have, the counter creaking under us.
Her juices coat my cock and drip down my balls.
Every thrust pushes more of that mixed blood and spit deeper inside her.
I can feel myself getting close—the base of my spine tingling, my balls drawing up tight.
I pull back just enough to look down at where we’re joined. My cock is streaked red and clear. I spit on her clit and rub it in with my thumb, watching her squirm.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warn her, voice rough. “Gonna fill this pussy up.”
“Do it,” she orders, voice shaking. “Please, Reed.”
I slam in one last time and stay buried deep.
My cock pulses hard as I release inside her, thick ropes of cum painting her walls.
The orgasm rips through me so violently my vision whites out.
Thalia moans loud and long, her own climax hitting as she feels me breeding her.
Her pussy milks me greedily, squeezing every last drop from my cock.