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Elliott

I don’t know why Marcus’s words have me all worked up, but they definitely hit more than one nerve.

I was caught in a mixture of annoyance, hurt, and frustration with everything.

He looked at me like I was this weak little girl who needed people to protect me…

and part of me knew he was right. I have never been able to stand up for myself or protect myself.

Having it thrown in my face just made the reality of it so much worse.

I didn’t want to be this way.

I didn’t want to have to sit back and allow Everton to take every piece of me they wanted, with no fight or confidence to say no.

I didn’t want to have to sit back and have others fight for me.

Then there was the part about just being a pawn for them to bring down Everton.

Was that all I was to them? To Kameron…to Hunter ?

Marcus sounded so sure that I was just a phase for them, something that they could get a taste of and then move on from.

Has this happened before during their missions?

Finding a girl they fancied, fucked, and then left after their job was done?

And why did they have these missions? Who were these men?

I sit down on the edge of the bed I’ve been calling home and drop my face into my hands. The tears that Marcus saw dry and all I feel now is anger.

Anger for so much I can’t even begin to explain.

The door swings open and my head snaps up from my hands. Kameron stands in front of me now, shock in his eyes to see me there.

“El, sorry. I didn’t know they had you in my room.” He shifts on his feet, “Do you want me to give you some space?” He says, pointing back to the door.

“No, I can go. It’s your room after all.” I stand to go, not knowing where I could go. Living room? Hunter’s study? Doesn’t matter, I’ll find somewhere. But he steps in front of me before I can leave the room.

“Hey, you don’t have to go. This room is yours now too.” He lifts my chin so that I have to look into his eyes, “We could stay in here together. What do you say?” He flashes me one of his perfect smiles, and all I can do is nod.

If I was just a piece that he was using to get to Samuel and the rest of the Divine then why did it feel so fucking convincing?

Because you are a gullible, naive girl .

He grabs my hand, guiding me back to the bed, leaning down to pull the duvet cover up for me to crawl in first. He kicks off his shoes before joining me.

“Tell me gorgeous, have you been loving my bed while I was away?” He pulls me into his chest and I close my eyes, letting his smell engulf me.

“It was the only place that made me safe.”

“Is that so?” He places a kiss on the top of my head and then rests his cheek on the same spot. His hand glides up and down my arm as he holds me. My body instantly responds to his touch, both relaxing into his hold and burning up from his closeness.

“Everything in here smells like you, the covers, the pillows, the body wash.”

“Funny, I was about to say it smells better now that it smells like you.” His hand repeats the soft strokes on my arm.

I’ve begged for him to come back, to have him near me again to keep me safe.

I prayed to whatever there was out there that he would return safely, and now here he was and I was questioning what this was.

I knew how I felt, well what he told me he felt.

But after he saw me at the ceremony, after he watched Samuel take every shred of who I was on that stone table, what did he feel now?

“Kameron?” I push back from him.

“Yes?”

I clear my throat, “Am I just a pawn for the mission? ”

“Fucking Flores.” He mumbles under his breath, “You heard that?”

“Kind of hard not to when your voices are so loud.”

“Marcus has his own demons he’s working through, and he thinks that if he pushes everyone away, life won’t hurt him again.”

“So what he said isn’t true?”

“Fuck no.”

“And I am just supposed to trust that?”

“I mean, I would hope you would but if you can’t, I completely understand why.” His eyes look into mine softly.

“Can I ask another question?”

“You can ask as many as you need.”

“How do you feel about me?” I sigh knowing how fucking juvenile I sound, “I mean you told me before you were falling for me–”

“Am.” He interjects.

“What?”

“You said were, as if my feelings are in the past, but my feelings for you are very much here…in the present. So…correction, I am still falling for you.”

“I–”

“I never stopped thinking about you.” He grabs my hips, pulling them flush with his. “Every day it hurt to not be the one that whisked you away from that fucking place. To not be the one who was comforting you, to not be able to talk to you and just be here for you.”

I looked into his eyes trying to find some sort of falseness, but there was nothing but raw emotion in his gaze, his voice, in the look he was giving me. Like he was pleading with me to believe him.

“You don’t have to believe me right now. I’ll just keep proving myself. Over and over again, for as long as you need me to.”

“I want to believe you.” I whisper. Nothing was more true than those five words. I wanted to believe these feelings towards him weren’t crazy and delusional.

“And I’ll give you all the time you need to figure out that I mean every fucking word I say.”

“I wanted you here so badly. And I know I probably sound crazy for wanting you to be here when I barely know you and my feelings are all over the place.”

“If you sound crazy.” He lowered his lips to my ear, “Then I must sound like a fucking mad man because I have craved this, right here, for so damn long. I don’t need to know you for months or years to know that I want you, Elliott. Every damn piece.”

Goosebumps erupt over my body as he pulls his face away, his cheek drags across my skin as his lips come to hover over mine.

I inhale sharply at the ghost-like contact.

My whole body begs for him to slam his full lips against mine, but he doesn’t, he just stays there like that. His eyes dart between mine .

“Elliott?” He whispers in a husky tone.

“Yes?”

“Is this–”

I slam my lips on his, not giving him a second to guess if he’s allowed to kiss me ever again.

Not giving myself the chance to overthink this moment any longer.

I just want to savor it allow myself to feel something other than worry or pain.

All I want is his lips on mine for as long as I am still breathing.

He groans, deepening the kiss as he pushes his hips into me.

I feel the length of him grinding into me and I can’t stop the way I suck in a sharp breath at the contact.

“I take that as you’re okay with this?”

“Kameron…” I say pulling my lips from his.

“I need to hear it, I need to hear you say you want this. That you are okay with this.” His eyes are pleading for me to understand. “I need you to be in control of this moment and it needs to be what you want.”

“I want this.” I reassure him, “I want you, Kam.”

He doesn’t waste another second as he slams his lips back onto mine. His hands grasp my hips, pushing me to lay on my back as I spread my legs for him to nuzzle himself in between them. He deepens the kiss as he lets the weight of himself press into me.

“Fuck, can you say that again for me?” He kisses up my neck, bringing his lips to my ear, “Tell me again how much you want me, gorgeous. ”

His voice growls the words and a shiver breaks through me. I have never wanted anything more than this right now. “I want you, Kam. Please .”

“ Fuck. You sound so good begging for me, El.”

He lifts one of his arms away from my head and lets his hand run down my side, stopping at my hip.

His fingers push under the hem of my shirt and heat ignites through me as his fingertips caress against my skin.

I suck in a breath, letting myself indulge in this moment.

Allowing myself to own my hidden desires.

Kameron’s mouth travels back down my neck and I allow his hand to travel up to my breast. He grunts as he realizes my sports bra blocks him from what he wants.

“Let’s get this out of our way, shall we?” He wraps his hand around my back pulling me to a sitting position as he lifts my shirt off and then my bra, tossing them somewhere on the floor. I instinctively bring my arm to cover myself, not used to feeling this exposed.

He gently guides my hand away, laying me down on my back like we were moments ago.

“Don’t hide from me.” His eyes are hooded as he looks from my gaze to my bare breasts. Fingertips drag over them, grabbing and kneading them with every passing. “Fucking perfection.”

He dips his head, catching one of my hardened nipples into his mouth.

My body aches for more. I lace my hands in his hair, giving him the sign to keep going.

I tug at his honey-like locks as he gives me a small nip.

He groans as a moan rumbles in my throat.

His lips kiss me down to my hip, grabbing my sweatpants and pulling them down.

I look down at him and he snaps his gaze from my core to me.

“I’ve been craving you for a long time, El. That one taste I got…this time…it will never be enough.” He bites the inside of my thigh and I arch my back waiting for him to taste me.

He flattens his tongue, sliding it up my slit as he finds my clit, sucking it into his mouth.

I let out a whimper louder than I thought I ever could.

I slap my hand over my mouth, looking at him with embarrassment written all over my face.

His eyes were already locked on me as he reaches for me, removing my hand from my mouth.

“I needed you to be quiet all the other times I had you…” His eyes don’t leave mine as he strokes his finger at my entrance, I can feel how wet I am for him already. He pushes one finger in and my eyes flutter at the sensation. My mouth falls open when he adds a second.