The road stretches until the trees beside it give way to a dark structure. As we inch closer, the image comes into view revealing the house I looked at all those months ago. I give Blake a questioning look but he only responds with a smirk. The limo pulls to a stop and Blake hops out first before offering me his hand. I take it as he supports me while making my own exit from the vehicle. Suddenly, the entire house illuminates at once. The pathways and driveway light up by the cast of lanterns. The fountain behind us kicks on in spits before settling into a heavy stream.
“Happy Birthday, Everly.” Blake states fondly. I’m frozen in time, trying to process the entire situation.
“You…bought me…a house?” I drag out as my thoughts play catch up.
“No, Love. I bought you the house.” He corrects by adding emphasis to the word “the.” All I can do is nod while he gently guides me to the front door.
“That’s not all. Come?” He asks. I agree while continuing to follow his directions.
We walk through the house until we are standing on the back patio, the dark garden sitting before us. Lights flood the area until the area exposes the focus of his attention. Sitting in long wooden frames are black flowers arranged in rows. All of the flowers he has brought me over the months are showcased on display. Still in awe, I walk towards them jutting my hands out to run the tips of my fingers along various petals. Looking back up at him, tears threaten to seep from my eyes.
”We both have our experience with people that are not ours to keep. We can either stay frozen in time, allowing them to haunt us or we can try to start a new future. One that is ours to choose. Well, Everly, I choose you. Everyday, every night, now, and always. So what do you say?” My heart pounds in my chest at his words. Am I ready to let Ghost go and make a new future with Blake? One that doesn’t include him leaving, fucking with my head, or lies? That answer is undeniably yes. I don't think I’ll ever be rid of Ghost but I have to at least try to let him go.
Running towards him, I leap into his arms. My legs involuntarily wrap around his waist and I pull him into a heated kiss. We bite and suck at each other’s mouths, fighting for dominance. Both needing something bigger than the demons we face, both happy to give.
“Take me inside, Blake.” I tell him, finalizing my decision. He carries us inside to the living room. Gently, he places me down on a fur rug in front of the already burning fireplace. I mentally question who lit it and how it’ll stay lit once it's just me here. Maybe, I'll have a staff of my own. Refocusing on Blake, I reach for his shirt, plucking each button in my path to expose his skin. My hands come up and slide the fabric off of him. I explore his chest, taking note of the necklace he wears. It is the same one Ghost wore the last time we were together. It hurts a littleless to think about now. I need this desperately. He kisses me softly but I crave the passion and heat I grew accustomed to. The growing ache settles in my bones like an earthquake.
“Stop being so gentle with me.” I tell him in a demanding tone.
“As you wish.” He chuckles as he reaches down for my dress. Grabbing the material covering my breasts, he rips it from my body in one motion. I moan at the aggressive action. He pulls me up by the front of my bra until I am positioned on my knees. Grabbing my hair, he pulls my head back until I am looking up at him from hooded eyes. He eyes me hungrily and I bite my lip at the sensation.
“Turn around, now.” I oblige and swivel until my back faces him. His hand knots into my hair to an almost painful level. He forces me down until my head hits the ground. I groan at the low sting in my cheek, but it only adds to the ache deep inside me. Suddenly, there is a sharp smack to my ass and I let out a sound that is caught somewhere between a moan and a cry. He leans down and begins placing small bites on each cheek before moving to my upper thighs. Next thing I know, his tongue dashes between my folds and I cry out at the contact. He nips at my bundle of nerves causing me to jerk forward. The tension on my hair rises as the motion causes further pulling on my hair. His tongue pushes into my hole, moving in and out rapidly. It’s not enough, I need more.
“Touch yourself.” He demands from his position. Moving my hand, I make work of rubbing my clit quickly. The feeling has me climbing to a new height as my orgasm threatens to take over. He sucks me of my juices while still fucking me with his tongue. My climax comes quickly and I explode in spasms. Crying out, I shake from the waves of the orgasm still taking over my body.
“Oh my god-,” I’m cut off by him talking.
“Lay on your back.” He says dismissively. I look back at him with an arched brow.
“Do not make me tell you twice, Everly. I am not done with you.” I do as I am told and move to laying on my back.
Before I can speak again, he grabs my jaw and pries it open. He opens his mouth as a long strand of saliva slips from his mouth and lands in mine.
“See how divine you taste? Now be a good girl… and swallow.” He says in a low husky voice. I close my mouth and swallow my juices mixed with his. The flavor of us together has me nearly feral. My eyes roll into the back of my head on impulse. This man is going to be the death of me.
His hands reach up and remove my bra. He tosses it away from us and then hooks his arms under my knees before picking me up. I throw my arms around his neck for support while he stands up. I pull him in for a kiss as he walks us towards somewhere unknown. Coldness against my back causes me to yelp as I turn to find its source. I am pressed against a window while he holds me in the air. The feeling of his cock nudging at my entrance is all the warning I get before he presses into me. The intrusion causes me to let out a long moan. He begins thrusting rapidly like his life depends on it. As fast as he moves, my orgasm builds faster. The noises I’m making are strained and bounce off the walls. A dull ache builds in my tailbone as he slams me against the window. His hands are the only support I am offered against the assaulting glass pressing against me. He continues to thrust into me until I start to see stars and my head falls back. My orgasm peaks and I come in a crescendo of throaty screams. He stalls and growls as he finds his ownrelease deep within my depths. Our foreheads rest against one another while we catch our breaths. After a while, he lets me find my wobbly footing on the ground. Taking my hand, he guides me over to the couch and lays on it while pulling me down with him. He lays a blanket over us before gently stroking my hair. It’s such an innocent action but leaves me nearly in tears. This is what Ghost could never offer me. Intimacy without sex. Comfort without only words. It’s something I deep down knew I needed, but never thought I could have. A smile creeps onto my face as I snuggle into his warmth. Sleep finds me quickly as I dream of a future filled with love and realities.
Ghost POV:
To watch her slowly fall in love with another entity is like my own destined hell. So why do I sit here and watch her sleep? The same reason I have every night for the last year, I am a selfish man who is a sucker for personal punishment. I crave her essence. Her very existence gives me painful peace. Watching her sleep soundly is the only kindness I allow myself to have. I have shattered her into a million pieces. There is a solid chance that when the truth comes out, I will lose her for good. Eventually she will know just how depraved I am. How utterly inhumane a human can be to someone they love. My love for her is unworldly. It’s a cosmic notion of the true divine's wicked creation. To love her is to walk the cosmos, jumping from galaxy to galaxy. It is gravity. It is the elements. It is necessary for life to continue. I will never not love her. Even when my bones turn to dust and I am just a whisper in the wind, I will shift the ground from my love for her. I will watch her until she takes her last breath and then I will follow her into the next life. She is my home.
Chapter Eighteen
Well That’s Just Rude
Light drips in from the bedroom windows as endorphins rush my veins. Throbbing in my pelvis causes a moan to be released from my mouth. My fingers lace into Blake’s hair as his tongue works my pussy with expert precision. My climax comes quickly as I breathe out his name. Almost every morning I wake to this man’s tongue or fingers driving me into an orgasm. The last three months have been the best in my life. We spend the days hunting down the cartel and get lost in each other when the moon paints the sky. In our free time, we learn everything we can about each other. Date nights and relaxing on the couch with a movie are a regular occurrence as well. It’s safe to say that Blake is a permanent fixation in my life.
We have another mission today, this one a bit more risky than the previous ones. The cartel is moving slaves from a warehouse to somewhere underground. We are going to intercept them and move the survivors to safety. If we can’t, they will be lostforever so failure is not an option. Leaving the warmth of the sheets, we quickly shower and dress ourselves. Walking downstairs, we are met by Token and Hela. They are coming along to assist in our dark form of capture the flag. I make my way to the armory to grab their gear which consisted of Kevlar vests, helmets fitted with goggles and cameras, as well as spiked collars. Those are mostly for looks but do come in handy for protecting their throats. Once fitted, we grab our weapons and go to the garage. Casting my eyes across the options of cars, I settle on the Inkas Sentry APC. Armor, speed, and presence; this bad boy has it all. Loading in, we rip down the driveway and head towards headquarters to pick up the rest of the team.
Pulling up to the compound, one of the guards waves us in as the gates roll open. We drive down the path until we find the entrance door. Loud beeping sounds as the door lifts, presenting a long tunnel leading down beneath the earth. Moving through the cavern, we are met with a large opening filled with other vehicles, walls of armor, and columns lined with weapons. Buzzing like a bee hive, mafia members can be found zipping around busying themselves with various responsibilities. We jump out of the vehicle and I open the back door to release the dogs from their confinement. My eyes glide to the guys walking towards us, looking dressed for battle.
“Ready for another successful mission?” Lucas says. I'm almost taken aback by his rather chipper tone, in contrast to his usual vacant one. I eye him inquisitively before shaking off my pondering thoughts.
“We’ve got this one in the bag!” Ryon cuts in while dramatically holding a brown burlap sack out in front of him. He shakes it a little while smiling and a small meow is heard from it. My eyes nearly fall out of my head.
“Ry…please, for the love of fuck, tell me that there is not a motherfucking cat in that bag?” I beg while I rest my head in my hands.
“Okay. There is not a motherfucking cat in this bag. Well, actually I don’t know if it’s ever fucked a mother cat so I can’t say that for certain.” He replies and the others start laughing. Fucking idiots, the whole lot of them.
