Page 22 of Sour (The Wellard Asylum #10)

Koven shot back her daily meds, swallowing them with such skill as the grumpy old nurse watched her. She extended her tongue with a smile and clasped her wrists behind her back. I noticed her freshly bruised wrists and smiled with pride as I watched from a nearby wall.

“Next!” The old nurse ushered Koven away.

Her green eyes instantly spotted me from across the room, and she grimaced. It made my dick jump seeing her classic little attitude.

“What’re you doing here?” Koven asked with a sour tone as she approached me. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere else, causing all sorts of trouble?”

I crossed my arms and grinned down at her. “You’re more than enough trouble for me, Skittles. Besides, where else would I be? I already got my treatment today.” I pointed to my temple and made a buzzing sound.

Koven huffed, unamused.

“I’m curious, what kind of pills they got you on anyways?” I asked.

Koven made a face. “Lithium and Prozac. And on the days I’m feeling extra blue, they love to shove a Xanax down my throat or just sedate me.”

I eyed her closely. “You know you shouldn’t mix those.”

Koven scoffed. “I don’t think anyone here cares, Ziggy.

They just dope us up with whatever they can so they don’t have to worry about what we’ll do.

They don’t care to treat us or help us, not really.

This place is a prison to house the insane…

forever. Healing is just the smokescreen label they slap over it all to keep people from asking questions.

” She shook her head. “No one’s healing in here, because everyone here is broken beyond repair.

” Her voice lowered. “You just find what little bit of peace you can and hold on to it for dear life. Real or not.”

I didn’t like the way Koven spoke. It felt like her words were tainted with a bitter resentment, as if she’d given up on everything.

My body pushed from the wall, and I approached her. “You’ll never see clearly if you focus so much on those dark clouds. Don’t let them plague you, Skittles.”

She gazed up and into my eyes. “All I see is midnight storms and haunting shadows. In here, out there, they’re always present.

These pills they force me to take, the ridiculous therapy I have to sit through, none of it mutes them.

They’re always there. I’m not crazy, Ziggy.

But being trapped inside this rotting prison is making me crazy.

” She stepped closer and tilted her head. “I want out. I need out.”

I felt excited by her words.

“Then let’s get out of here,” I whispered. “Together.” My thumb pinched her lower lip. Koven didn’t move. She just kept staring up at me, as if considering my words.

“There you two are!” We both snapped our eyes away and separated as Dream suddenly appeared, all bright eyed and chipper. God, it was too fucking early for that kind of attitude. “Oh.” She glanced between the two of us. “What’s going on here? Everything okay?”

Koven tucked her hair behind her ear. “Fine. Everything is fine.”

“Koven Carter.” We all turned to see a shockingly attractive female doctor.

She was standing in the doorway of a nearby hallway, wearing a pencil skirt and maroon button-up underneath a classic lab coat.

Her dark hair was twisted up on top of her head, random curls hanging around her taupe colored face.

Her dark eyes were glued to Koven, staring from behind thick, cat-eye glasses.

She just stood there, fixated on Koven. “It’s time,” she shouted in a British accent.

And who the fuck is this?

Koven looked back at me with an odd look painted across her face. She didn’t say a word and just walked away towards the doctor.

“Hey Dream.” The white-haired woman looked up at me. “Who the fuck is that?” I asked.

We both watched as Koven approached the female doctor. She looked back, but the woman gently guided her away, her own eyes lingering for a moment before her head snapped away. The way she looked at me, and the way she commanded Koven around, well…it didn’t sit right with me.

“That’s Dr. Sable,” Dream stated.

Ah, of course. The psychiatrist for their wing. The one who tends to overly favor select patients.

“Does Dr. Sable usually whisk Koven away for therapy?” I asked. She nodded. “Interesting.”

Dream twirled her white hair. “Come here.” She grabbed my arm and led me into the dayroom, taking a seat at an empty table.

I kept glancing back in the direction Koven and that doctor had gone, a dark lingering shadow hovering over me. Something felt odd about the whole thing.

Dream made a few weird noises. I turned to find her waving at the air above my head. “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.

She blew in the air and plopped back down. “Just trying to get rid of those dark storm clouds. You and Koven both have so many. No wonder you two are drawn together. Like moths to a flame, only the flame is a bug zapper, and when you touch it…zap!”

She really is fucking crazy.

I smirked. “I like you, cottontail.” She beamed at my words. “Did you get what I asked for?”

Dream nodded. “Easy peasy.” She pulled a small plastic baggie from between her breasts, tucking it beneath her hands, and slid it across the table to me. “An odd request even for me.” She winked and lifted her hands.

Sitting on the table in front of me was a little bag filled with yellow Skittles. My favorite. “Look at you.” I opened the bag and picked one up. “Impressive.” I smiled, popping the candy into my mouth.

Dream braided her long white hair. “Why just yellow?” she asked.

I picked another piece of candy up and examined it. “Because they’re my favorite. And the flavor reminds me of Koven, my own Skittles.” I ate another.

Dream made a face.

“What is it, cottontail?” I asked. “You can tell me. We’re friends after all. You can trust me.”

A blatant lie.

Her big hazel eyes widened. “We are?” I nodded. She eased. “Remember how I mentioned I know every dark little secret in here?” I nodded again. “Well, that includes Koven.”

I figured my stepsister was keeping something from me. But what?

“Care to spill?”

Dream shook her head, her long hair waving around her pale face. “I can’t. She doesn’t know I know what I know. Neither of them do.”

Now that’s confusing as fuck.

I picked up a Skittle and placed it in front of the little bunny rabbit. “Who is them, Dream?” I asked. She didn’t answer. I placed a second Skittle down. “Come on, you can tell me.” She stared at the candies in silence. “Dream.” Her eyes lifted. “Who is them?”

She slid the Skittles back to me and whispered, “You already know.”

Do I now? Interesting.

I popped the candies into my mouth.

Whatever secrets you’re hiding in here, Koven, I’ll find them. All of them.

Koven came walking down the hall from Dr. Sable’s office. She seemed flustered and out of breath, fixing her hair as she walked. I remained waiting in the doorway of a nearby supply closet, watching from the darkness as she inched closer. Something was off about her entire demeanor.

“I swear to G–”

I snatched her by the arm and pulled her into the supply closet. She gasped, leaving her mouth wide open. I gripped her jaw and spat a Skittle onto her tongue. “Swallow.” Koven did as I said.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked. “You—you can’t be here. You need to go before someone sees you.”

I leaned in close, whispering as I hovered over her mouth.

“Us.” She stared up at me. “Before someone sees us.” I grinned.

“Get on your knees. And then watch.” Koven opened her mouth to argue.

“Uh-uh. Anytime, any place, whatever I wanted. Remember?” Her brow furrowed. “I want you on your knees, now.”

“No, Ziggy.”

I popped another Skittle. “No doesn’t exist between us, remember? Now, kneel.”

Koven snarled, showing me her canines as she reluctantly fell to her knees.

It was exhilarating to see those vibrant green eyes staring back up at me as her fingers pulled my pants down.

My hardened dick nearly popped her in the face as she released it.

I gripped the base and moved closer. Koven opened her mouth, extending her yellow-stained tongue as saliva strung from her lips.

The very image of her made beads of precum drip from my swollen tip in excitement.

She leaned forward and licked the droplets like a lollipop.

A faint moan dropped from my mouth, and I couldn’t help myself, forcing my dick deep inside her mouth.

She nearly gagged as I pushed against the back of her throat.

Koven gripped my thighs for support as my hands tangled through her hair, thrusting back and forth.

Her mouth was so hot and wet, fitting almost perfectly around me.

Fuck, I missed this.

She bobbed back and forth as I controlled her head. My pelvis knocked harshly into her, increasing both my speed and pressure as I continued to fuck her face. Her heavy breathing covered my dick, those gasping breaths edging me along. Seconds turned to minutes, and I began to lose myself.

My hands pulled her hair tighter, nearly forcing her head back as I pushed harder into her mouth, grunting and sweating. I felt addicted, needing more. Fuck, I wanted to just fill her mouth and make her suffocate on my cum.

The image made me smile.

“Yes,” I moaned loudly. “Fuck, you take me so well.” Koven groaned, her nails digging into my flesh as I looked up to see someone watching us.

Being watched was the very thing that sent me over the edge, and I began to come, loudly, spewing all down Koven’s throat.

She pulled me closer, slurping and swallowing my excitement as it filled her mouth and seeped down the corners.

Her eyes were watering; her own moans melting into mine as I kept coming.

“Oh yes,” I grinned, looking back, meeting the eyes of the person watching us. “Swallow it all.”

I pushed deeper into Koven’s mouth, listening to her gags as my orgasm finally began to calm.

The person watching us cleared their throat. Koven’s eyes widened, and she pulled away, saliva and cum stringing from her mouth and my shaft. She turned around, on her knees, to see Dr. Sable standing in the closet doorway.

“Care to explain what exactly is happening here?” Dr. Sable asked in her British accent.

Koven jumped to her feet and immediately wiped her mouth, acting as if our parents had just caught us. “Dr. Sable.” She cleared her throat. “I was just—we—”

“Why don’t you go rinse your mouth out, Koven.”

Koven lowered her eyes in shame, covering her mouth as she scuttled past the doctor.

I noticed Dr. Sable’s eyes flick to Koven as she rushed by, quickly shooting back to me.

“If it isn’t the infamous Ziggy Slater.” She stepped into the closet.

“I wondered how long it would be before I caught you stirring up some kind of trouble around here.” She stepped closer.

“I knew it was only a matter of time before you found your way back to your sister.”

“Stepsister,” I corrected her with a smile.

Dr. Sable glared through her glasses at me. “I’ve spent a long time working with your stepsister, helping her move on from her past.”

Is that so?

Dr. Sable’s eyes fell to my still exposed dick. “It would be a shame to see her revert so easily, after all the hard work she’s done to forget you.”

My jaw clenched. “You could stick her in therapy every minute of every day, shove hundreds of pills down her throat, and shock her ‘til her brain is fried, but Koven will never forget me. You know why?” She didn’t answer.

I rubbed my shaft, collecting the mix of Koven’s saliva and my cum along my palm.

“Because we’re twin flames, addicted to one another.

It may be messy and ugly, but it’s our drug.

Our sickness that binds us as one.” I smeared the fluids along her face as she gasped in horror.

“She can try and fight it, but she will never escape me.”

Dr. Sable backed away, rubbing her face as she tried to wipe it clean.

I laughed, tucking my dick back into my pants.

“I hear you like to play favorites over here, picking special little patients that you think need you, feeding them what they want to hear.” The woman glared at me.

“You may think you know Koven, but I can assure you, I’m the only one who does. ”

The doctor removed her glasses. “You know the old Koven. The one you killed when you left her to die.”

A darkness befell me as I stepped close to the woman, hovering over her face. “There is only one Koven. Mine. And I will protect her from anyone who tries to take her from me.” I stared into her dark eyes. “Man or woman.” My shoulders roughly pushed past her as I stepped into the hallway.

Dr. Sable shouted after me, “You need to let her go, Ziggy. She needs to move on.”

I stopped and looked over my shoulder at the woman. “And you need to learn when to shut your mouth, Dr. Sable.”

The woman scowled. “You can’t speak to me that way. You’re a patient. I’m a doctor. There are rules here, Ziggy.”

“And?” I smiled. “I’m going to do, and say, whatever the fuck I want.” I turned and walked away.

And I’m going to find out what game you’re playing.