I swear the skin around his eyes tightens, but it's hard to tell as he's wreathed in shadows. They cling to him like spectators, perhaps the ghosts of all those he's killed before.
“You're safe here,” he replies after a time, his husky voice smoky and smooth, like velvet from the pillow that smothers you to death.
“For how long?” I question, not expecting an answer, just stating a simple truth.
“Go back to sleep, Dove,” he instructs quietly, and we both know that my time of healing is drawing to a close.
I've had men tell me what to do my whole shitty life, so perhaps that's why I obey him and settle back down. Or maybe it's that my chest feels less tight knowing that he's there, watching, scaring away all the monsters that try to claim me in the dark. Stupid fucking thought, I know. He's the biggest monster I've met so far. You can tell by the deadened look in his deep blue eyes that he tries so desperately to hide.
I sleep peacefully for the rest of the early hours, waking up to bright sunshine and Jude bringing me eggs and bacon for breakfast. He makes me eat off of his chiseled abs, drowning them in maple syrup, and once I’m done, he pours the sticky, dark syrup onto my pussy and indulges in some breakfast of his own, finally easing the ache that he’s been building over the past few days.
Best fucking way to wake up ever.
CHAPTER FIVE
“SCARS” BY BOY EPIC
KNOX
Fucking Aeron, grumpy motherfucker. You stick your dick in one prisoner and get stuck with all the worst fucking jobs, not allowed to even see the alluring bird.
Fuck, what was I meant to do? I’m a hot-blooded male, after all.
In the chilled fall air, I rub my hands together, my stomach rumbling as I skulk in the shadows opposite a bar owned by the Dead Soldiers. I’m waiting for two of their guys to come out. I think about the way Lark looked at me last night, like I was her favorite snack, and well, I’d defy any man to ignore that invitation. Shit, even cold man Aeron couldn’t keep his eyes off her, hoarding her in his room like a miserly dragon.Fucking asshole.
God, that woman. Even in her pain, she was hotter than the fucking sun. Maybe more so because of her agony, her warm blood running as hot as the inside of her pussy that gripped mydick in a chokehold. Just the thought of her naked body wrapped around me has me semi-hard, the cool air around me not so cold anymore.
Movement across the street has me snapping out of my daydream as two gangbangers get into their muscle car and drive away. I make a note of the time, cursing out Aeron for making me miss lunch as I stomp through the trees and back to my matte black, Indian Scout.
I give her an appreciative smile, running my palm across her pristine paintwork before swinging my leg over and lifting the kickstand with my foot. Pausing, the image of an auburn-haired beauty draped across my lap riding me flashes across my vision, making my dick go fully hard in my black jeans.
Fucking hell, I’ve got it bad for that chick, my little bird.
With a self-deprecating laugh, I gun the throttle and get out of there like a bat out of hell, wondering if Aeron will allow me to see the fiery-haired beauty anytime soon.
Stalking into the warehouse, I stall as Jude comes sauntering down the stairs, wearing purple fucking velvet pants and looking too fucking pleased with himself. My eyes narrow. He catches me watching him, gives me a wink, and then strolls over to the sink and grabs a cloth. Strolling over to him, I shed my leather jacket and drape it over the back of a dining chair, my forehead wrinkling as he begins to clean his abs.
“What the fuck you doing?” I ask, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and going over to the fridge to get out the juice, and hopefully something to eat. I wouldn’t bother with the glass, just to fuck with Aeron, but he’s angry enough with me as it is.Jealous bastard.
“Nightingale missed a spot when she was licking off her lunch,” Jude tells me matter-of-factly, missing the fact that I’m rooted to the fucking spot, mouth agape as I stare at him.
“What did you just say?” I ask through clenched teeth, my fingers tightening on the carton, the sound of the plastic popping loud and sharp in the silence of the room. He looks up at me with that unnerving deep blue gaze of his, though I could swear it’s less, well, dead than it was before Lark arrived.
“I made Nightingale lunch, and then she ate it off me,” he informs me before throwing the cloth into the sink which admittedly makes my lips twitch upwards as that’s the kind of shit that drives Aeron wild. “Do you want to eat lunch off me too, Knox baby?” he asks, stalking towards me and running a hand down my torso. I feel his touch through my T-shirt, and my breath catches in my chest. I swear he’s been trying to get into my pants for years, even while I was dating June, so it’s not unexpected, but it’s getting harder to deny my…curiosity.
“Fuck off,” I reply on a forced laugh, tension easing from my shoulders at his comically wounded look. I pour myself a glass of OJ, then put the carton back in the fridge. “You and Tarl can keep your dick play, thanks.”
“But you have such a beautiful cock,” he whines while pouting, and I can’t tell if he’s serious or not. Probably is, knowing Jude, though when he would have seen it is anyone’s guess.
“Is my cock not beautiful enough for you?” Tarl asks, his tone firm, and like the good little sub Jude is, he saunters over to him and palms Tarl’s dick over his jeans. Tarl stands there, his stare fixed on me as Jude fawns over him. It’s not unfriendly, more challenging if I had to guess, but he didn’t earn the name The Inquisitor for being easy to read.
“You have a wonderful weapon, babe,” Jude coos, then looks over his shoulder at me, batting those long lashes of his. “Butdon’t tell me you wouldn’t want to have a little fun with Knox’s purple-headed pork sword?”
Juice sputters over the countertop as I choke at Jude’s description of my dick.
“Fucking hell, Jude,” I rasp, thumping my chest as I try to breathe, tasting orange in my fucking lungs.
Tarl’s mismatched eyes meet mine as he stares at me, his gaze slowly perusing my body before coming back up to my face, my fist dropping away to my side. I let him look his fill. I don’t give a shit if he or anyone else wants to check me out, regardless of their gender, but while I don’t care if he wants to suck my dick, I don’t want to return the favor.
