He shrugs, attempting to feed me another bite, “There’s still some pieces of that guy in the freezer downstairs, maybe he’ll go grab a snack, too.”
I shove away his hand that’s on its way to my mouth, “Okay, well, now my appetites ruined.”
With a grin, he places the piece of food in his own mouth, “Sorry.” Though he doesn’t seem sorry at all, only mildly humored by my reaction. “Was I too cruel with Caspian?” he asks more sincerely.
After a moment of thought, I answer, “Maybe a little. But he understands. Probably.”
“And you?” he prods.
“And me what?”
“Doyouunderstand why I made him leave?” If it wasn’t already obvious what his intentions were, the lowering of his voice made it crystal clear. My stomach begins to flip at the insinuation.
“So that we could have more scintillating conversation about the change in cinematography in the last decade?” I ask, one brow raised.
He shakes his head, holding out a hand for me to take, “No, sweet girl. I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
“Oh.”
Black
Fritz
“Oh,” I taunt, pulling her towards the wall I had in mind for railing into her, the exact place I’ve thought of having her every night since she first came here with Cas, “But first, tell me how you’re feeling.”
“I feel fine,” she stammers, “much better.”
“Bel, should I take this moment to remind you that it’s impossible to lie to me?” I prod, moving the hair from her face and guiding it behind her ear. She looks so beautiful right now, draped only in one of my T-shirts, with wild hair and a fresh face. Part of me mourns the loss of her red tresses because I understand the defense mechanism they were for her. However, this new version of her, the dark brown chopped just beneath her collarbones, is equally stunning. Maybe a little more fierce and angry due to the nightmares haunting her, the ones she tries so hard to hide. Despite her best efforts, the circles under her eyes and the rapid heart rate she gains in her sleep paint a picture of immense pain.
“Really, Fritz. I’m good. All things considered,”There it is.“Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be fully better until we take those assholes out.”
With a nod, I ask her for the 1,000th time, “Will you let me take some of your sorrow from you? Please?”
“No, Fritz. It’s mine to bear,” the smile has long since left her face, “It isn’t your burden.”
“But I-” She needs to know that her burdensaremine, but how am I supposed to tell her that? She doesn’t need to carry this on her own anymore. There are three of us now; she’s not alone.
“No. So, just… drop it,” her eyes water, “Please.”
“Alright, alright,” I hold my hands up in surrender. I’ve almost certainly ruined any semblance of arousal Bel was feeling, and I’m unsure how to regain what we’ve lost.
But I am nothing if not a crafty bastard. With a sigh, I urge her forward, “Come here, Sweetness.”
As she steps toward me, arms circling my waist and gazing up at me, she mentions in a small voice, “I’ve never seen the real you, ya know.”
I hadn’t even thought of that.I shrug and lace both hands into her hair, locking her body against mine, “This is the real me. That’s how I feel, anyway. With my… abilities, I rarely have need to shift the way Caspian or Eamon do. I’m more comfortable in this skin. If you truly want to see him, I’ll show you. But if you want to seeme, I’m already right here.”
She nods, eyes searching mine, begging for something. But what? “What is it that you need, my Songbird? Tell me.”
With a few rapid blinks, the sorrowful, desperate look clears, replaced by one of the most salacious grins I’ve ever been blessed with, “You promised to fuck me, if you remember.”
“That I did,” I agree, noting that I’ll have to circle back to that dejected expression she wore a moment ago. But that can wait. She asked for this, and she’s going to fucking get it.
“And how would you have me, Belissenda?” I sink to my knees, slowly working the shirt she’s wearing up over her luscious thighs, baring her hips and tiny black lace underthings to me. I stroke the flesh above her waistband with a fingertip, just a whisper of a touch across her, “Would you have me sweet and slow?” I lick across the sweet divot where her leg meets her hip, causing goosebumps to break out across her flesh. “Or wicked and taunting?” I gently tug that spot with my teeth, making her knees wobble. “Perhaps you’d like me feral and monstrous, using my powers to drain you of all thought but the painful pleasure wracking your body.”
“Yes,” she moans, and I chuckle against her soft skin.
“Yes,what?”
