“I’ll be there in ten,” is all he says before the call ends. His response is short and emotionless unlike the night of the gala.
Seven minutes later Blake comes barreling through the hospital doors. He’s in workout clothes, a subtle sheen glistening on his skin. His eyes flash around the room until they land on me. This is the first time I’ve seen him in daylight; he’s better looking than I remember.
“Where is he?” He asks, closing the distance between us in three strides.
“He’s in surgery. It’s been touch and go.” I inform him.
“How the fuck did this happen? You really are a piece of work. Shooting him to get ahead?” He spits at me with such disdain I wince.
James appears out of thin air and rests a hand on Blake’s chest, keeping distance between us. “Woah, chill the fuck out dude. She didn’t shoot him. We were ambushed in a meeting. It looks like the Cartel’s doing.”
“You expect me to believe that? She has a reputation.” Blake scoffs.
“She’s the reason he’s still alive. She put herself in harm's way to stop the bleeding and gave him CPR the whole way here for fucks sakes.” Lucas belts.
Blake’s expression moves to genuinely stunned. His eyes flicker between all of us before softly nodding. “I see. My mistake.” He admits as his eyes find mine.
“It is. I don't care what my reputation is. I have honor and skill. I don't need to cut corners to get things done. If I wanted your father dead, he would be. Secondly, your father was there to create an alliance between us. What reason would I have to harm him when his intention was peace? The next time you speak to me like that will be the last time you speak at all.” I declare. There’s a small smirk on his lips before it’s gone. The hard exterior is back up and he gives nothing away.
“I am in your debt. Sit with me while I wait?” He offers, his tone softening ever so slightly. A warm smile creeps onto my lips as I nod in response. Heading to a nearby bench, we find our places.
We stay like this for a while, filling our time with card games.I’ve learned things about him such as that he’s a fantastic card player. I've also found out that he moved to America when he was thirteen. He has one sibling, a younger sister. We shared family stories back and forth. The last thirty minutes have been spent laughing over memories about Ryon and his shenanigans.
“Mr. Mikaelson?” A short, blonde haired nurse calls out from nearby. We stand up in unison and share a worried glance.
“That’s me.” Blake states with a coldness that he didn’t have moments ago.
“Sir, your father is out of surgery. You can see him if you would like.” She smiles sweetly while touching his arm. Blake looks down at their contact with zero emotion.
“Thanks,” he says plainly before shrugging her off. He turns towards me and mouthsthank youbefore walking away.
I watch until he disappears behind a corner. I can’t help but to smile to myself as I think over the events of this. In a world filled with such horror and chaos, one should do what they can to make a difference. Whether that is saving an enemy or comforting someone in need. That is why we employ sex workers, fund charitable entities, offer salvation to victims of crime, and ensure the citizens of our city can walk home at night without having to look over their shoulder. I walk back towards the group to inform them of Dominic’s status before heading home. My mind spins with various thoughts. From the alliance of Blake and I, the attack, Dominic, getting to know Blake, and the lingering issue of Ghost.
A short time later, I find myself standing in my bathroom as steam fills all available space. I look myself over in the mirror.My fingers trace their way up to my lips. I hover over them as my mind flashes to a distant memory. Ghost—his lips, the way his hands touched me. I groan. I should not be thinking about him like that. I remember our last interaction and how I straddled him with a knife to his neck. The feeling of him rolling his hips into me. My eyes roll in response. I am torn in emotions, caught between annoyance and need. My blood covered clothes are discarded before stepping into the shower. Long streams of red glide down my body until they disappear within the drain. Soap lathered on my skin creates a coppery colored foam that is washed away, like I weakly attempt to do with Ghost. Collecting shampoo, I wash my hair as fantasies of him and I flood my mind. His hands roaming my body. His tongue tracing my skin.Him fucking me.
A hand slides over the mound of my breast, finding its peak. I tease myself, leaving me to moan helplessly. It’s only in my head, right? It wouldn’t hurt anything if I just got off to fantasies. Like a victim to his power, I accept this excuse just as a hand inches down to the apex of my thighs. Finding my clit, I start to make circles around it lazily as I allow my imagination to take over. I lean my head back, reveling in the way it feels. Leaning into the sensations while attempting to work myself up. I groan in annoyance; it’s not enough. Frustratedly, I push two fingers inside of me.
Ghost POV:
I watch her from my dark corner. The way she looked at herself in the mirror only confirms what I already know. She was thinking of me.I hadn’t really planned to be here tonight, in all honesty.What can I say? I'm whipped.I had almost second guessed watching my Little Siren, but am glad I did. What a pleasant surprise to find her naked in the shower.I'm frozen in place until I hear a whimper, provoking me to move from my dark corner. There she stands with one hand moving between her thighs, one teasing her perfect breast, and her head resting back against the shower wall. My god, is that not a sight to see. My cock is painfully hard and twitches in response to the scene before me. I push my hand down the front of my pants and grasp it. Like a preteen who just found out what it feels like to jerk off for the first time, I unapologetically touch my cock. My hand slowly strokes the length as I watch her continue her mission of finding bliss. She moans and I almost come undone from the sound alone. Her hands move faster as she lifts a leg to rest it on the built in ledge of the shower. Suddenly she tenses and gasps out as her legs shake. She huffs again in frustration. My Little Siren needs more. She doesn’t know it yet but that need is for me. She needs to feel me inside of her. Possessing every part of her.
Moments later, she leaves the shower as a wave of momentary panic washes over me. I'm compelled back to my original hiding spot, moving silently within the darkness. She leaves the bathroom, not bothering to dress, and climbs into bed. I watch her for hours. Seeing the way her raven hair splays across the pillow in dark tendrils aches something in my stone heart. Slowly, it chips away pieces, exposing the fleshy mass beneath—beating in uneven, startled thumps.An eternity still wouldn’t be long enough to watch her, I think to myself. Her mouth rests slightly open and it only furthers my ache as I think about her plump lips wrapping my cock as she takes it down her throat.
Around two in the morning she withers. Her soft moans draw my full attention as her body shifts back and forth with small whimpers. Perfect noises coming from behind those beautiful lips. I can’t help myself as I silently inch towards the end of her bed. She doesn’t react as I perch myself on top of it.Then, grasping the sheets between my gloved fingers, I pull them away until she’s fully exposed. My hand comes down to make contact with her inner thigh and she spreads her legs instantly. I bite my lip to stifle a moan; the sight alone is mouth watering. My hand slides up her leg until it’s mere inches from her glistening pussy. I look up to see she’s still unconscious.
“Ghost, please.” She whines.I think I just came.
I was overly arrogant earlier in my assumptions that she was thinking about me but this solidifies that. She wants me—desperately. Even if she won’t admit it to herself. She dreams of me touching her.What a naughty Little Siren.I remove my glove and make contact with her clit. Her back arches in response as she lets out a breathy moan. I circle her clit, watching how responsive she is to me. My fingers slide down and I insert a single digit to the hilt.So hot… so wet… like she was made for me.My head drops on impulse. Lifting my mask, my tongue darts out before sliding between her folds. I need to taste every painful inch of her. She reaches down and wraps her fingers around the top of my mask, squeezing hard enough to grab some hair. I groan as she pulls at the roots.This woman will be the death of me.I continue rolling my tongue over the nub while pumping a finger in and out. Her moans get louder causing me to look up from my spot. Just then, I make direct eye contact with the siren herself. She looks down at me with hooded eyes and parted lips.
“Don’t stop.” She breathes.Don’t have to tell me twice.
I double down on my efforts, inserting a second finger, and curling them; hitting just the right spot. I eat her out like she’s the last meal on earth. Her fingers continue to pull at my hair just as I find the waistband of my pants. I reach in and start stroking my cock. I can’t help it; she’sintoxicating. I look up again, only to find her watching. She likes to watch?Interesting. I refuse to break eye contact. Little does she know, we have more in common than just being ruthless killers… I like to watch too.
“More. If I’m going to hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.” She groans.
Everly POV:
I thought I was dreaming until my eyes opened and the sensations didn’t end. I looked down to find Ghost, himself, going to town on my pussy. Apparently his skills aren’t just limited to being a killer. I've never been touched like this. It’s like he knows exactly what to do and when to do it. I should kill him, he’s right here. Yet, I don't want this to end. I need more. Maybe I can use this to my advantage? Maybe I'm just making excuses. Either way, he has my eyes rolling back and my toes curling. No way in hell am I stopping him now. Never half ass anything, right?
