Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I wanted to do the same to him, wanted to possess him.
My grip on his hip tightened. Bending over, I licked his shoulder, the mark I’d put there just days before, before sucking his skin into my mouth. I used my teeth too, one spot, then another, as I rutted into him like an animal and Cyrus begged for more.
I ached, wasn’t sure how much longer I could last, so I used one hand to wrap around his cock and jerk him while I fucked him. Seconds later Cyrus cried out, his body spasming as his hole tightened around my prick, hot, sticky cum sliding between my fingers. My balls drew up, my mouth on the other shoulder, sucking and biting him while my orgasm pummeled me, my balls emptying inside his willing body.
He collapsed onto the bed when I pulled out. “God, that was good,” Cyrus said breathlessly.
Fucking him had taken the edge off in one way, but added to it in others. Slowly, I backed away, seeing my cum between his ass cheeks.
I sat down on the floor across the room from him, back against the wall.
Cyrus turned slightly, then curled into a ball the way he slept, and looked at me. “Are you okay?”
Me? Was I okay? I’d locked him in a room and left him. He’d spoken to me and calmed me down, and then when I came home, I’d fucked him like an animal.
I shook my head because I wasn’t okay. Was this the life my mother had wanted for me? Treating someone I cared about this way? But then, I didn’t know if I was capable of anything else. “I shouldn’t have…” I pointed to him. “Done that.”
He flinched. “My thoughts keep trying to tell me you don’t want me, that no one will want me, but you do. I can see it. If I’m wrong, then no, you shouldn’t have done that, but if this is some misguided guilt for my benefit, I loved what we did. I loved the way it made me feel.”
Why? I wanted to ask, but I didn’t.
Cyrus sighed.
“I got your things.” That would please him, wouldn’t it? He wanted to be here, on my mountain, and I wanted that too. I also wanted to make him happy. I needed it.
“Thank you for doing that, and for letting me stay, but you shouldn’t have gone in the middle of the night, and you definitely shouldn’t have locked me in a room while I was sleeping. What if you’d been arrested? What if there was a fire? Hell, what if you got in an accident and no one knew I was here? If I’m going to stay, you can’t lock me away when we’re not together.”
My nostrils flared at the thought of something happening to him, of him being hurt because of something I’d done.
“Okay?” Cyrus pressed. “I need you to tell me okay. That’s a deal breaker for me. I don’t want to be locked up.”
I nodded, wondering what was happening to me. What he’d done to me. There wasn’t anything I didn’t want to give him.
“I won’t come into your room if you don’t want me to. But free rein of my room, the bathroom, living room, and kitchen would be nice.”
My heart spiked, but I did my best to shove it down.
“We can work up to that,” he said. “Just no locks.”
I nodded, then looked down. My feet were flat on the floor, legs bent, arms on my knees. Cum had dried onto my soft cock, and my wrists were hurting, still feeling restrained.
Being inside him helped me forget, but now it was flooding back. When I began to shake, Cyrus said, “Oh, Crow.”
The bed shifted, but I didn’t look.
Slow footsteps padded across the room, but I still didn’t look.
Cyrus knelt beside me. When he reached out to touch me, I flinched away.
“I’m sorry… I…” He pulled his hand back, but I grabbed it, held it in mine, then leaned my head toward him. Cyrus understood what I needed and began running his fingers through my hair. I hadn’t known something like that would feel so good, hadn’t even understood what made me silently ask him to do it, but now I wanted to melt into it, could live in this moment with his hand in my hair. “I won’t ever let anyone lock you away,” he told me.
They did that when they forced me to leave here. They restrained me and took me away from my home.
I was exhausted, my whole body worn out, my brain too.
My brave little lamb sat beside me, wrapped an arm around me, and continued to play with my hair.
Mine. Yes, he did feel as if he belonged to me, didn’t he?
I understood the concept of emotions. I’d loved my mom. I’d even loved Chosen. I’d seen people in The Enlightened together, spouses and friends. But I’d also seen them throw people away. I’d seen them hurt them for punishment or to open them up for Enlightenment. I’d had that done to me too. But what I’d witnessed hadn’t felt like this. Even knowing how much my mother loved me and what she did for me hadn’t felt like this because she hadn’t been allowed to be affectionate with me.