Chapter 7 #3
“Don’t stop moving,” he says. “These need to be worshiped, sucked, and one day, fucked.”
My pussy clenches on his dick, and his eyes roll back as he cries out.
“Fuck, don’t stop. I want to be balls deep when you kill me, but it’ll be worth it.”
Half laughing even as I fuck myself on his cock, I’m surprised that this feels so easy. It feels as if we’ve known each other for longer, and Gareth is not a selfish lover. There are bites and hickies all over my breasts, and his thumb finds my clit to help drive my pleasure even harder.
Since we’re facing each other, I can see all of his ink and scars. My fingers run over his skin, and he grins as he covers my hand with his.
“That’s it. Fuck,” he gasps. “Such a wet, greedy pussy, Angel. I’m fucking obsessed. I need to be inside you as often as I can.”
Saying nothing as he licks a bead of sweat traveling between my breasts, I keep my thoughts to myself. I am definitely obsessed with him as well.
Tumbling me onto my back, he lifts my leg over his shoulder, and my toes curl as he hits an even deeper spot inside of me.
“Gareth!” I scream, making Balthy bark in alarm.
“Closet, Balthazar,” Gareth groans. “Fuck, I should have known I’d make you scream, Angel.”
“So smug,” I gasp, watching as the dog jumps off the bed and trots over to the closet. “Sorry, Balthy.”
“Bal…That’s catchy,” he mutters. “You’re not allowed to steal my dog from me, Olivia.”
Opening my mouth to tell him I didn’t plan to, I moan instead as Gareth fucks me into the mattress. He could be hurting me, I wouldn’t want to tell him, because he fucks like a god. It feels fucking incredible.
“I’m close. Get there,” Gareth says breathlessly.
“I…need help,” I confess, blushing hard.
“You fuck up the shots you don’t take,” he grunts. “I’ll always help.”
Grinding his pelvic bone against my clit, he smirks as his thrusts become shallow and deep.
“Oh my god,” I whine.
“Not god, baby,” he growls, kissing me. “I’ll be yours though.”
I can’t respond as I explode around him, and Gareth shouts as he paints my insides with ropes of cum. Belatedly, I remember that we didn’t use any protection. Oh well, my birth control is still working so it should be fine. It’s part of my heat suppressant. I’ll need to get more soon.
“Are you fucking kidding me!” Aled yells, kicking open the door.
“That was a locked door,” Gareth says, dropping his body over mine to shield me.
“Oof,” I grunt. Even though he’s lean, he is very muscular, so the weight easily squishes me.
“And now it’s not locked,” Aled snarls.
“Did you need something?” I squeak out.
“Other than stealing my boyfriend—”
“Cute, but no one has been stolen, and I’m not cheating on you,” Gareth says. “Olivia was ours, and now she’s just mine because you’re an idiot. When you decide not to be stupid anymore, we’ll talk. Until then? Your dick can rot from misuse.”
“You‘re monogamous?” I ask, trying to figure out what the hell is happening.
“Eh, I think he fucked a girl once in his twenties just for the experience of it,” Gareth says, amusement in his gaze.
“Gareth,” Aled groans. “I was drunk and you left me at the club unsupervised! I didn’t know it wasn’t you. I was blindfolded.”
“You’re… both something else,” I mutter.
“I beat his cock black and blue afterward,” Gareth chuckles. “And then I killed the girl for touching my man.”
“Get moving!” Maddox yells, pushing Aled out of the way. He’s already dressed in a full suit, and raises his brow at us.“Oh, the little whore did open her legs after all.”
Gareth pulls the knife he has hidden on the side of the nightstand and has it flying before Maddox’s last words fall out of his stupid pie hole. Maddox drops to his stomach while Aled ducks behind the wall in the hallway.
“Dad is on his way to the house, which means that we won’t be going into the office today,” Maddox grumbles from the floor. “Get the fuck up and dressed. Hopefully you can make her presentable.”
“Get the fuck out of my room so we can get dressed,” Gareth growls protectively.
I have no idea what to think as Maddox brushes himself off, pulls the knife from the doorframe, and tosses it on the bedspread.
“No weapons,” Maddox warns, slamming the door shut.
“Yeah, it’ll be a cold day in hell when that happens,” Gareth mutters, turning back toward me. “Fuck, I’m squishing you. Are you okay?”
Gareth pushes his upper body up with his forearms, looking sheepish as he gazes down at me.
“So, your dad?” I ask.
“Don’t go anywhere alone with him,” he snaps, refusing to move off me. “He has very odd proclivities. If he’s here, it’s because he knows about you.”
“And that’s a problem because?”
“I would love to tell you that I know, but I don’t. My brothers are keeping secrets from me,” Gareth says, wincing as he pulls out of me.
Shivering, I whine as every one of his piercings slide along my inner walls.
“I love my father, but hate that he’s here,” Gareth sighs. “I didn’t think that far ahead when I kidnapped you.”
“And you’re not going to let me go?” I ask, not sure what I want his response to be.
Gareth’s cock bobs at half mast in front of me, and I reach out to distract myself, gliding my fingertips over his piercings. His eyelashes flutter, long and gorgeous as he takes a shaky breath.
“I can’t,” he says, looking pained. “I’m afraid I’ll never see you again.”
“Or my daughter and her pack will just kill you all,” I shrug as if I don’t care either way.
“So pretty, yet all you talk about is killing people," he mutters, standing up. “As long as it’s not yourself, we won’t have a problem. I’ll happily fight with you, Olivia.”
Gareth grabs my hand and helps me up, giving me a grin.
“It’ll make make-up sex all that more fun,” he says, dragging me to the shower. “Let’s get this over with, and then I’ll make you some real food.”
As he waits for the water to heat, he curls his fingers around the column of my throat. I think that’s his favorite way to get my attention.
“Yes?” I ask, amused.
“No more talk about killing yourself. I’ll happily be your blade. My brothers haven’t left the best impression, but they are good men,” Gareth says. “Even so, I will put myself between you and them to keep you safe.”
“And if your dad is here under some fucked up idea?” I ask.
I have no idea what to think, or why his presence is cause for concern.
“Then we’ll deal with it then,” he says.
Nodding, I get into the shower with him, ready to face whatever else life plans to throw at me today.