Another moment with Calista that gets locked away forever. A blink and a heartbeat that changes everything I thought I knew about myself and makes one thing abundantly clear.
The inkless patch on my chest belongs to my crew.
But everything else belongs to Calista.
“So fucking beautiful.” Echoing the words from the other night, she shifts her hips and rocks forward, “I could spend a lifetime looking at you.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Miss Drache.” A breathless laugh turns into a groan when she hits that one spot, “But don’t fucking stop.”
“Oh, baby. I have no plans on stopping.”
Gripping my hips, she pulls back and thrusts forward. Fucking me in earnest while I do everything I can to hold on to this moment for just a bit longer.
Cum drips along the sides of the dildo, Calista’s arousal slathering itself along my ass. Erotic doesn’t begin to describe the sensation of her wet pussy grinding and bucking against my stretched hole, every push I make in return forcing her to go a little deeper.
“Darling, I’m going to come.”
One hand is fisting the sheets while the other is fisting my cock that’s about to fucking burst. Pre-cum hasn’t stopped oozing from the tip and I’m not even going to talk about the state of my balls.
“Paint my sheets white, Devil.” Sweat beads along her forehead as she grins at me in the mirror, “And maybe I’ll let you fall asleep beside me tonight.”
Laughter rattles through my chest, the moment so fucking perfect I’m not even surprised the orgasm of a lifetime explodes out of me. Calista fucks me through it all, hard and fast and just the way we like it.
Cum sprays along her queen-sized mattress and coats every inch like the good fucking boy I am. We collapse in a pile of sweaty bodies together, both of us too spent to do anymore talking.
I pass out with Calista Drache wrapped in my arms, both of us covered in memories that will linger until the day I die. My lips curve into a smile as sleep pulls me under because after ten long years I can finally say the words.
She chose me.
Chapter 48
CALISTA
Even after I clean him up, Christopher takes up most of my mattress.
Sprawled out like the world’s largest bed hog, by the time I’m crawling in beside him there’s barely any space left.
At least, that’s what I tell myself when I return to the warm cavern between his arms.
The wet wipes I used to clean up his body and rouse him enough to pour water down his throat now lie discarded on the ground. His stitches didn’t hold up as well as the rest of him, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.
“Goodnight, Devil.”
Tracing the high arch of his brows, I whisper the words against his lips. Listen to him breathe as the clock ticks on the nightstand nearby, the hourglass that got glued to the table a long time ago.
I hear the click of nails and the gentle nudge into my back. The soft press of a wet nose, Ronan’s presence reminding me of our nightly tradition.
A tradition that feels lost to the tragedy of tomorrow.
“I’ll keep watch tonight. Get some sleep.”
He huffs quietly and nudges me again.
“You know the rules.”
Another huff.
“Ronan, baby. Back to bed.”
