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That was what he needed. To choke on it.

And his daddy realized it, because with a grunt that sent Liam’s mind spinning, he thrust and Liam was gone. Lost to the feeling of that heavy cock in his mouth. Lost in the taste of Fix, musky and perfect in his throat. Lost in being used and owned by someone he knew would never hurt him.

He closed his eyes, relaxed his throat, and floated.

He felt weightless.

The only real things around him were Fix and the low grunts he was releasing. Because of Liam and the pleasure he was taking from him.

He felt Fix speeding up, felt the muscles on his ass tense and flex. The fingers in Liam’s hair tightened and the cock in his mouth swelled until Fix spilled down his throat.

He swallowed everything, mind fuzzy and blank, body limp and exhausted.

He felt Fix pulling out. Felt himself being scooped up and tucked under the covers. Hands on his skin, gentle and caring.

“You were incredible, honey,” Fix was whispering in his ear. “My beautiful boy.”

He wrapped himself around Liam and held him close and Liam allowed himself to drift.

For the first time in however long, he was satisfied. He was cared for. And he was safe.

Chapter 17

Fix

He was beautiful. That was all Fix could think as he held a sleeping Liam in his arms.

The day and eventful night that they’d pushed well into the next morning had finally caught up to him and he’d slumped against Fix, dead to the world. He seemed calm and content and Fix couldn’t help but preen in pride, because he was the one who had made it so.

He couldn’t believe they were here. In his bed. Together, after the best sex Fix had ever had. He could barely believe how well they fit together. How much their needs and wants complemented each other.

One thing was for certain: Liam was his forever.

He turned his head to kiss Liam on the forehead, inhaling his scent. It made his cock stir again because Liam smelled like their cum and sex and lust and there was only the barest trace of his clean lavender scent beneath all of that. He angled his hips away so he wouldn’t wake him up and settled in to try and get some rest too.

He was close to falling asleep himself when the door to his room creaked open just enough for King to come bounding in. Fix smiled when he saw him, figuring it was most likely Wren letting the dog in.

King bounced around the bed a few times, clearly waiting for permission to hop up, then decided he’d do whatever the hell he wanted and that he didn’t need permission. He jumped up and settled across Liam’s covered legs. He huffed at Fix once, then promptly fell asleep.

Fix closed his eyes again, willing sleep to take over, but Liam whimpered, brow furrowing and lips pursing and Fix shushed him softly, hoping any nightmares that plagued him would go away.

He couldn’t believe how much Liam had endured. How much strength and resilience it took to exist the way he did. Cursed nearly every day for years.

Fix had never come across anything like it in all his time as a cursebreaker. He didn’t know what to make of it. The notebook he’d found at Liam’s place had nearly taken him to his knees. It didn’t contain any of the recent curses he’d been under. Liam had clearly given up trying to keep track of them.

Despite that, the lists he’d kept were extensive. Dates, number per day. They included how he’d managed them and whether they’d reoccurred. Some had been objects he could toss in the trash. Some were bigger and he’d had to move apartments multiple times. A few times he’d managed to save up enough to get them broken. And then some had been serious enough to make him move towns completely.

Day after day. Year after year. Curse after curse. So many of them.

Hundreds of them, it seemed.

Thousands.

His eyes snapped open.

No.

He heard a door bang somewhere in the house, Black’s cheery voice echoing after it as he sang the latest pop hit at decibels previously undiscovered.