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“He ATE the guys throat out?”
Kai whisper yells in shock at the revelation.
Res runs a hand down his face with a groan. No doubt the image is ingrained at the forefront of his mind like it is mine.
We just finished explaining everything that went down earlier today after Clarissa left. Harlyn sleeps soundly in my bed, the pain medication doing it's job well.
“He fucking ate that shit out. Never seen anything like it, and that’s a lot coming from me.”
Beige adds and he's right, it is a lot coming from him considering some of the stuff he does. I don’t even want to know what happened to Shane Garbara after he disappeared with him.
“That’s insane. Other than that wicked scar on his neck, he looks so sweet like he wouldn’t squash a bug.”
“Yeah, that’s furthest from the case here. He's good too. Extensive training has been ingrained into him. I could feel it with every shift of his body like he was molded.”
Res is deep in thought with this, as if admiring Harlyn’s psycho antics.
“I’d like to see more of him if I can. I got a read on him when we met, and I really think he needs the help that I can offer.”
Shaide butts in, unhelpfully.
I don’t want him assisting Harlyn with anything. The idea makes me uncomfortable.
Of course, Ressyn supports him. “I think that may be a good idea. I want to keep him around, especially if he can be an asset to the business. A very good asset. He would probably do well in Creek’s line of work, but since his head is still in his ass, Shaide is our best bet.”
My head has never been in my ass, so next.
They all nod in agreement while I scowl.
“It's settled then. Creek will invite him to dinner tomorrow night. He can even bring his sister if he wishes.”
Shaide looks confused when Res announces this as if he wasn’t the one to bring it up in the first place. “Wait, we don’t have to start immediately. I mean, didn’t he just get shot?”
“Did I forget to mention that he was shot before he chewed Ricket’s throat out and then carved all his victims with a devil symbol right in the middle of their foreheads, like some kind of cult leading motherfucker. Then that’s when he discovered the load was short. All whilst shot and he didn’t bat a lash. It was impressively scary.”
Okay, so Res needs to calm the fuck down. He's practically sitting on the edge of his seat while he admires Harlyn. He needs to remember he's currently seeing someone because he sure isn’t acting like it with that exciting gleam in his eye. In fact, this is the most he's spoken in a long ass time, when he's not raging about some issue that needs fixing.
“In other words, he’ll be fine.”
Beige deadpans like he wasn’t one second away from pulling a high-resolution video camera out of his ass to capture the moment.
“Very well, Kai, you will fill Rain in on our plans, yes?”
He shifts uncomfortably at the change of subject, and it's focus before hesitantly nodding.
∞∞∞
I crawl into bed later that night, next to today’s biggest topic of gossip, careful not to wake him.
I cleaned him up in the bath after Clarissa finished with his gunshot wound. He wears only a pair of my boxers now. He’d been passed out before we even left Shadows to come home and hasn’t stirred since. I'm sure the medication he was given assisted with keeping him sated while I bathed him. I made sure to mind my manners while doing so for the most part. I mean, I saw him fully unclothed because it was impossible not to, but I didn’t overly stare or anything creepy like that, even if I wanted to.
He'd been covered in dry flaked blood and there was no way I was letting him into my bed like that, so I was left with no other options. I thought about taking him to a guest room and letting him have the bed, or vice versa, but Clarissa said someone should really keep an eye on him while he recovers, and I relented.
I've never slept next to anyone before but having him in my safe space doesn't feel as awful as I thought it would, if at all. He just looks so peaceful and innocent right now-like always-but I know better. I still can't believe the events that occurred today. He was a ruthless machine, with an off and on switch that bordered scary. A shiver slid down my spine on multiple occasions.
And what the hell was that last bit about? When we were waiting on an answer regarding the product he was staring straight at me with need. That little shit exudes sex appeal shamelessly even while covered in the blood of several people, like it's a normal day in the fucking neighborhood. It was inappropriately insane, and I struggled to get my dick to stand down.
A soft groan sounds, and I'm shocked to learn that his eyes are open and on me sleepily. His beautiful hair is scattered on my pillow, smelling of my soaps, and speeding up my heart like only he can.
The whole thing is ridiculous. He is ridiculous.
“Hi, my Flower...”
He stretches and turns his body to face me fully.
My Flower ... Such a sweet nickname, from such a disastrous person. I clear my throat and finally give in to the temptation to ask.
“Why do you call me that?”
He smiles softly, and his small fingers-that are now confirmed to do vile things-skim my face so gently you’d think he avoided stepping on cracks to protect his mother.
“You are so expressive, like a flower during various seasons. It's so achingly beautiful, I could melt all over then freeze under one of your piercing stares that could rival the summer heat.”
He does one of his slow blinks that I'm beginning to think are actually real. “You’re fucking beautiful Creek.”
He whimpers with the admission and scoots closer to me, almost touching his body to mine. Like he can't help it.
I decide that I need to carry tums around him. My chest and throat feel funny, and I need some sort of repellant to his madness. Like who fucking says that?
This whole situation wasn’t supposed to occur. Clarissa ensured me that she gave him a higher dose of medication this time, since they wore off so quickly last time. He is absolutely feeling it to have revealed all of that to me. I can't lie to myself and say that his words don’t send me into the deep end of all things that are Harlyn.
He's an enigma. Chaotic and unknown.
“You’re beautiful too Harlyn.”
His breath catches and a hopeful look makes his blue eyes glow. “Y-you think so?”
He shifts closer. We are touching now and one of his leg slips between mine. Then he’s full on cuddling me, an arm wraps around my waist, tugging me close, as if he’s forgotten all of the awful things I've said or made him feel.
I didn’t miss the way his eyes dimmed at the club when he was checking me out at the wrong time, and I sent him a warning look. Nor can I forget the pain he openly displayed when he saw me hooking up with that woman earlier.
I brush some hair out of his eyes and tuck it behind his ear before telling him I do think so, and a pretty blush spreads across his cheeks, like he didn’t already know this. I have to press my lips together to keep from smiling.
Like I said, ridiculous.
“You aren’t supposed to be awake yet. The stuff Clarissa gave you was very strong.”
He flips his wrist over and presents it to me. A small scar the shape of a circle is there, and I rub my thumb over it.
“When the collar wouldn’t work on me, Mar-... he put a different device on my wrist. It held sedatives and whenever I was not to his liking, the bracelet would inject me with it’s contents.”
He lets out an annoyed breath as if that isn’t fucking insane and completely unacceptable. “I suppose you could say I built up a tolerance.”
That royally pisses me off, but I refrain from letting it show. What kind of monster does that...
“And what of these?”
My finger lightly skims one of the many scars that litter his front.
When he took his shirt off at the club I couldn’t believe my eyes. It looked as if he had been though torture at some point. Clarissa confirmed that his back, abdomen, and chest were about 70% scar tissue, and the injuries did not occur at the same time. She also said he had a couple of broken bones that never healed properly, dating back to his childhood.
He releases another sigh, this one lighter. “My mother... She was a bit unorthodox. This.,”
his hand joins mine to run over his scarred flesh, “was the result of me not doing my job right mostly...”
“Your job?”
“Yes... The first time she sent me on one I was around five I think... I started off as a pick pocket, and things escalated from there as I got older.”
What the fuck. Didn’t he say he was an orphan?
“Your mother sounds like a piece of shit.”
Laughter erupts from him, that has his body shaking against mine. It's breathy because of course it is, and beautiful because why wouldn’t it be. It's him.
I fucking love it. Enough to slip my arms around him too and pull him closer because I'm a fucking sucker.
“Yes, well she certainty was. Enough of this though, that’s too depressing.”
“Speaking of depression...”
I wasn’t going to bring it up, but Clarissa says these were the only scars on his body that looked self-inflicted. My fingers reach his thigh and I caress the marred line there, my question unspoken, but there.
He flinches. Which is a big deal for him when none of his robotic techniques can stop it. “I was being weak... I’m just so tired you know? Don’t I deserve happiness? I want to wake up in the morning and not worry that I'll be dead by the end of it or taken and tortured until I wish I was.”
A crack breaks open somewhere in my chest. I can feel everything he just said as if he is an extension of me, and I him. I hate that he feels this way, and I don’t know the whole story, but I can only assume it's worse than anything I can imagine. And that’s saying something considering Shaide rescues trafficking victims.
One thing I know for sure is he won't be hurting himself again.
My hand grips his chin and I yank him, so we are face to face. His lips close to mine. “No more hurting yourself Harlyn. If you get upset, come find me.”
“Why?”
His lip trembles and I can't help but show him why by sucking on it.
His body responds immediately, melding against me and rocking. And it's his tongue that caresses mine this time. I groan while his tongue fucks my mouth with more conviction than the first time. His leg hooks over my waist, placing his cock against mine and he's just as hard as I am. He moans so fucking good for me, I throb with need for him. My mouth leaves his to suck every inch of his neck I can reach while he continues to rub against me, and I need more.
Breaking apart from him, I reach into my nightstand and blindly grab for the lube. He whines in my absence.
“Noooo... Where are you going?”
His lip is set in an adorable pout when I roll back over, and I gently caress his lips with mine making him whimper so pretty.
“I'm not going anywhere.”
Setting the lube aside, I hook my thumbs into my boxers and lower them, watching as Harlyn's eyes widen. His breathing picks up when I take his off next ever so slowly, until he starts shaking, which gives me pause.
“Are you okay?”
“Y-yes, keep going. Please.”
His wide blue eyes will this of me and I comply.
Squirting some lube onto my hand I settle one of my legs between his and an arm beside his head to hold my weight up. Grasping our cocks together I begin stroking. A soft groan sounds from him, and his eyes roll back a bit.
He is a vision. I've never met or experienced someone such as himself and it drives me mad.
“Do I make you feel good baby?”
Harlyn
“Do I make you feel good baby?”
Is he kidding right now?
He looks like a God above me as he ruins me for anyone else. The question still has my cock leaking like a fountain and I moan like a slut. Apparently I'm a cock leaking, blushing slut now.
“S-so good, Flower. P-please don’t stop. . .”
A begging, cock leaking, blushing slut if you will.
The growl that sounds in my ear has me clawing at him with no control and I grab his jaw roughly so I can lick into his mouth.
His bare cock against mine is bliss, like an outlet sparking, sending electrocution signals down my spine and it's magic. When his mouth leaves mine and his perfect teeth suck my nipple into his mouth, I lose control.
I'm squirming, hands tracing every part of him, tongue lapping at anything it can reach before I'm begging again because I'm needy now too.
“Give me more Flower, please more.” I moan.
He climbs off me and I whine like a baby before he tugs me further down the bed and spreads my legs. “Bend your knees for me beautiful.”
I comply quickly. I'd do some fucking jumping jacks right now if he asked me to and it meant he would come closer again.
When his hair falls onto his face, mixed with the dark light casting shadows his face, I'm drenched in gasoline and I want to burn.
Situating between my legs; his fingers caress my balls before moving lower tracing my hole. My body jerks at this because I'm nervous and the feeling is new territory for me. Bright side? I’ve forgotten all about the burn to my shoulder from the gunshot.
His free hand rubs soothing lines up and down my thigh and I relax into his touch. When a finger breaches the tight space I whimper.
“Touch yourself baby. Let me watch you while I stretch you open for me.”
My hand obeys, no question. I'm no stranger to jacking off but having someone watch me has me flushing pink from my neck to my cheeks and he smirks at me. It has a cruel twist to it, but the look is so sexy on him I moan instead of taking out his carotid.
“Open.”
Three of his fingers slide down my tongue to the back of my throat before my brain processes the demand. I lick around them while he watches me with an intense desire that makes my body lax like goo.
While I weep on his long fingers and stroke myself, it's easier to drown out the discomfort of the foreign intrusion until my hole open’s more.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight I can't wait to stretch you big with my cock.”
Good fucking lord... His mouth is soooo filthy. If he keeps calling me baby he's going to have to run far away and change his name if he thinks he can discard me after this.
I've got a good rhythm going while I suck his fingers like my life depends on it, and it's so hot. I'm ready when he adds a second finger, but not ready when heaven calls as he twists them around and brushes against something insane. My muscles tighten and my back arches when fireworks explode somewhere inside me.
“Creek!”
My hand falls from my cock to stop myself from coming, but when he continues to rub that magical place in my ass religiously, I detonate. I expect to feel my come shooting all over my body, but when I look down, Creek is catching it in his cupped hand.
Next thing I know, my jaws being pulled down and his come filled flesh digs into my lips.
“Don’t swallow, beautiful.”
He demands.
His chest rises on quick breaths and his skin has a light coat of sweat making him look shiny like something I want to lick.
With my own release pooled on my tongue, he yanks my head up by my hair and destroys my mouth with his. It's licking, slurping, and fucking downright nasty and I love it.
Another blink later and he's pushing my head down until his cock breaches my lips and my eyes widen. He fucks himself into my throat relentlessly and I struggle to keep up for a second. I'm coughing around him and attempt to relax my throat while breathing through my nose. So I don’t die, death by dick and it gets a little easier.
“You’re doing so good baby. You were made to be on your knees for me, moaning on my cock like my whore.”
My eyes roll back, and I am moaning unbashfully because this is a dream and I'll die on that hill. When spit accumulates in my mouth, I swallow it. He moans and it's the first time I have heard such a cock leaking sound, I grasp his hips and tug him forward to do it over and over again.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm gonna come Har. You gonna drink it like a good little slut, baby?”
A shiver racks my body and I nod vigorously. He wipes the tears staining my cheeks-that I had no idea about-then grasps either side of my head before thrusting once more and spilling down my throat.
He comes in my mouth on a groan and I'm rapidly chasing my own release with my hand because who wouldn’t be hard again after that. I’m lapping at his cock with my tongue when he pulls back to ensure I don’t miss a drop, then I come with a filthy whine once more.
Sitting back on my calf’s I watch as he observes every inch of me, giving nothing about what he sees away. The attention heats my face again. My skin was ruined a long time ago, but I hoped to find someone someday to admire it anyways.
“Let’s get you cleaned up...”
He grabs my hand and leaves a soft kiss on my lips that feels like more.
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