Chapter 32
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
Ghost
I wasn’t used to feeling like this.
Out of control. Crawling out of my skin. Scared.
It was enough for me to hear the whisper, This is why you left the first time. And you know what? That whispering bastard was right. This was exactly why I left Rett at first, because caring about people is hard.
And loving them? Makes it easy to kill.
Funny how, before, I was sometimes conflicted. Thought bad of myself for being such a villain, even if it was in the name of trying to clean some of the trash off this planet.
I’d always accepted who I was, even if sometimes I felt bad about it.
But now? I would torch this entire city with satisfaction. I would do anything in Rett’s name.
He’d probably hate to hear that, so let’s keep that between us. But that’s what you get when a man with questionable morals falls in love. Certain death to anyone who threatens what is his.
And Rett is mine.
The stakes had never been higher. Tomorrow and every day after, the price of my success.
The bedroom door opened, stretching a beam of light across the darkened floor. I slid deeper into the shadows, avoiding the false beacon of hope that golden band offered.
The darkness was more honest; in it, I knew what to expect.
“Hiro.”
His voice did to me what it did every single time. Brought me to my knees.
I said nothing, just watched his slim silhouette slip inside and close the door behind him, walking right into the dark to find me.
“The wire came,” he whispered like he was afraid his voice would shatter the tension clouding the room.
I tracked his movements like a predator starved for prey. He stopped by the bed, laid down what I assumed was that idea I never agreed to, and then tilted his head.
We stood like that for long moments, barely breathing, neither moving. And then he shifted, in my direction. Like he was some sort of compass that knew the way home.
The air in the room whispered when I moved, snatching him from his spot and pulling him into the darkest part of the room, pushing his body until it stopped against a wall.
His breath whooshed out, but he said nothing, and I leaned down to claim him. To have the thing that scared me most right in the palm of my hands.
There was no hint of hesitation. He surrendered like it was all he wanted, and I hunched around him, using my size to create a barrier between him and the rest of the world.
Small, trembling hands slid up the front of my chest, smoothing over my T-shirt, and I broke the kiss long enough to rip the fabric away. His hands were on me instantly, rubbing, scraping, clutching everything they touched. My heartbeat hammered in my ears, and a warm flush spread through my limbs.
His head fell back when I kissed deeper, my hands ripping the shirt right off his chest. Scraps fluttered to the floor as I grabbed him by the hips and lifted, pinning him between me and the wall.
His hands threaded in my hair and pulled me close.
I kissed along his jaw, bit his ear, and then sucked a bruise on the side of his neck.
I went lower, stitches pulling when I hoisted him higher so I could get my mouth around his nipple.
He cried out and arched when I sucked, his fingers biting into my shoulders.
I marked him all over until he was writhing and panting and tugging my ears.
I came back to his mouth, crawling inside him once more until I tasted more of me than I did of him. Wrenching my mouth away, I sucked in gulps of breath, wondering if he could feel the way my heart hammered against his chest.
His blond head dipped, mouth latching on to my neck and sucking long and deep as if it wasn’t enough to wear my mark; he had to leave one too.
You own me. I tried to tell him, but all I managed was a groan deep in my chest.
Hands trembling, I pulled him back and dropped my forehead against his, letting his gasping breaths be my only source of air. Wrapping my hand around his throat, I pushed his head up, seeing the glimmer of his eyes through the dark.
“If anything happens to you,” I rasped, just the suggestion enough to cut me down.
“Shh,” he whispered, hand lying against my heart. “Nothing is going to happen.”
“I will not live without you.” The words scraped violently across my tongue. “I cannot. Will not.”
A shudder moved through him, and the hands clutching my back pulled me closer. I went. Of course I fucking went. Pulling us both away from the wall, I carried him over to the bed and laid him across it, ripping at our clothes so there was nothing between us.
I towered over him as he lay there naked and vulnerable on his back. A surge of fierce love rushed through me, annihilating any hope I had of being my own man ever again.
I was his now. His and only his. In life and death.
“If you’re going to go tonight, you’re going to do it with me inside you.
I won’t let you walk out of here until you’re bred and swollen with every last drop I have to give.
When you walk, you’ll feel me. When someone else looks at you, you’ll see my face.
When someone else is beside you, it’s me they will smell. ”
Whimpering, he reached for the hard length standing proudly off his body.
I made a sound, denying that touch. “If someone touches you, it will be me.”
His hand fell back to the mattress, his eyes following as I slid open the nightstand drawer and reached in for the bottle of lube.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered, watching those creamy thighs split apart. “Wider. That’s my good boy,” I praised, flipping the cap and pouring the cool silk over my overheated dick.
The liquid made lewd squelching sounds as I worked it while watching him writhe impatiently on the bed.
I pulled my hand from myself and wrapped it around his cock, making his shoulders rise off the mattress. He mewled like the little kitten he was, and I lowered until my cheek rested on his flat stomach.
I stayed there for a silent heartbeat before turning my face to kiss his navel. “This time when I breed you, it’s all going right here.”
His hand carded through my hair, and I reached down to circle my fingers around his hole. He clenched automatically and then relaxed, and I repeated the action until he was trembling and his body was pliant. I dragged him farther across the bed and lined up with his hole.
“I’m not sure I can be gentle.” The words were rough. “Not tonight.”
“I don’t want gentle. I want you.”
I thrust in, bottoming out in one strong stroke.
He whimpered and clutched me as his body rippled and adjusted to the intrusion.
I loved the feeling of his body conforming to mine.
I held there for as long as I could manage before pulling back and thrusting all over again, setting the pace of long, steady strokes that met his core with every thrust.
He moaned and whimpered, and I enjoyed the sounds, not caring who else might hear because this was for us.
Between us, his dick bounced and wept, turning everything slick as our bodies continued to move in tandem. Sweat beaded on my forehead and trailed between my shoulder blades. Rett’s nails slid down my back, scraping marks into my skin and making me hiss with pleasure.
Even though he was wet between us, I spit on my hand before wrapping my palm around him.
His back arched, and I squeezed, making him gasp and drop back on the bed.
“Wait for me,” I said, and he nodded.
I began stroking again, light, almost teasing touches, until he begged me to stop.
I pulled back, the sudden absence of his heat and breath almost shocking to my senses. He whimpered and reached for me, but I was already there, manhandling him into my lap as I sat on the edge of the mattress.
I speared him instantly, his greedy body taking me completely, his face a mask of pleasure and pain.
“You’re so deep,” he moaned, forehead meeting my shoulder.
“Take me deeper,” I rasped, grabbing his hips as he wiggled even farther. “All the way to the edge of your womb.”
Between us, his cock jerked, and it set off fireworks inside me.
Grabbing his shaft, I thrust up as he began to moan.
But then everything faded out as my own pleasure took over.
It was blinding and consuming, a complete erasure of literally everything but the way my body unclenched, letting go of every ounce of tension and turning it into some sort of crescendo that flooded out of me and into him.
Gripping his hips, I held him down, making sure every ounce was buried deep and I owned him from the inside out.
I don’t know how long I spasmed and shook, but when the edges of the room finally came back, he was slumped against my chest, mewling.
Instant awareness slapped me, and fear that I’d gone too far tried to chase away the pleasure. But it was too deep-seated. The primal part of me refused to be ashamed.
“Baby,” I murmured, my throat dry. Grabbing him, I peeled him back, but he made a sound and clutched me tight, refusing to go. “Did I hurt you?” I worried, smoothing my hand down his sweat-slicked back. “You have to tell me right now.”
“No,” he answered, voice drunk. “Please stay. Stay inside me.”
Hugging him close, I pressed kisses to the top of his wild head and rubbed slow circles against his lower back.
“Hiro?”
“Hmm…”
“If I could get pregnant, this would be triplets.”
I chuckled, still clutching him tight as the night wrapped around us like a blanket.
After a few more quiet moments, I slid down the side of the bed toward the nightstand.
Rett clutched my back and kept his hips buried on my lap, not even asking where I was going, just content as long as he came too.
“I need you to do something for me,” I said, reaching back into the same drawer where I’d gotten the lube.
“Anything.”
“Don’t agree to anything until you know what it is,” I chided.
“I don’t care what it is if it’s for you.”
I grabbed his face and kissed him fiercely, and when I pulled back, I showed him the object in my hand. While I was out buying his phones, I made another purchase. This one a little more personal.
Rett’s eyes found mine in the dark. “Yes.”
“I want it in you all night. Until you come back to me, and I will take it out,” I said, cradling the plug in my palm. It was purple and not very large, as I wasn’t sure how he would feel about using one.
I mean, sure, we talked about it in the heat of the moment, but actually letting me plug my release inside him was something else.
“God, yes, Hiro,” he said, already trying to pull off my cock.
“You’re sure? It’s the first time I’m putting it in you.”
“I’m sure.” He confirmed. “You’ll be with me the entire time.”
Carnal satisfaction ripped through me. “When you get home, I’ll take it out and clean you.”
“Okay.”
I stared at him another heartbeat, and he smiled. A big, beautiful smile that made my heart clench.
“I love you,” I told him.
“I love you too,” he replied. “Now put it in me.”
He rose up, and I reached between us, using my fingers to make sure whatever was already leaking out got stuffed back in. And then I slid the plug into his relaxed and waiting hole, making sure it was snug.
“How’s that feel?” I asked, gently stroking the head to make sure it was how I wanted.
“Perfect.” He sighed.
“If it hurts, you’ll tell me.”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“But if it does…”
“I’ll tell you.” He finished.
There was a light knock on the bedroom door. Kieran’s voice was muffled but still somehow ominous on the other side. “It’s time.”