Both sound better than what he saved me from.
Hesavedme, even if that wasn’t why he stormed into the cabin. I have a feeling he did that for himself.
It doesn’t change the fact that he did it.
I kind of owe him, don’t I?
“It’s going to be a long storm,” I murmur in a soft, shaking voice, looking up at him through my curls. “It’s going to get really cold. Don’t you think it would be a good idea to have some warm company and not just…” I can’t make myself look around at the massacre he left behind or I’ll lose my nerve, so I lean in and nuzzle against his thigh instead. “This mess?”
He smells… warm. Maybe a little like copper from the blood, but… there’s something underneath it, like an undercurrent of spices that makes my brain go fuzzy. I blink through the sensation, trying to focus.
I can do this.
I can definitely prove that I’m worth keeping around, because I have a feeling he’s going to kill me if I don’t dosomething.
I’m a witness, after all.
I…
“You think you’re making it out of here alive?” His voice is smooth when he says it, though, and he doesn’t stop me or push me away. In fact, his hand lands on the top of my head, and I feel him twist one of my curls curiously between his fingers.
Maybe not, but you aren’t killing me right now, are you?
I’m not stupid enough to say it out loud, but I am hopeful if I can show him I’musefuland worth keeping around… well… maybe I can get him to keep me long enough for me to get away.
If he’s anything like Trevor, he’ll pass out after I’m finished—Trevor usually did without bothering to return the favor—and I can do the same thing I did then. Sneak out.
Only… I’ll have to sneak out into the snow and hope I can find my way back to town instead of into the living room of my apartment.
It’s a really… really stupid plan.
It’s probably the worst plan I’ve ever had in my life.
I still reach up and unfasten his jeans, dragging them down his hips so his cock springs free in front of my face.
I keep my eyes focused on him. He’s already half hard, and I don’t know if it’s from having someone on their knees for him or the absolute slaughter he just did, but it’s at least a positive response.
I think.
Either that or he’s turned on because he knows he’s going to kill me.
I try not to think of that as I loll my tongue out, running the tip along the base of his shaft in a slow line that lets me taste him. He’s warm, a little salty—probably from the sweat he worked up swinging that ax—and honestly, as I lift my head and carefully wrap my lips around the head of his cock, I realize…
He doesn’t taste bad at all. My eyes roll up… up to see his face, and the way his eyes almost glow like embers in the candlelight… up further, to see that I’m still under the stupid mistletoe the assholes hung up earlier.
This isn’t the kind of kiss I was expecting here. And then he flexes his hips forward, and my mouth is flooded with the feel of him heavy and demanding on my tongue.
“Fuck, yes. So fucking pretty.” Warm fingers trail through my hair, blunt nails scratching against my scalp. He tugs at the strands, not rough like Trevor would, but in an almost teasing way. I whimper around him, trying to take him deeper. “Such pretty fucking noises while you deep throat me.” My savior flexes his hips and I gag, his cockhead hitting my tonsils. “Fuck, you like choking on my dick, don’t you? Like having my cock down your throat until you can’t breathe.”
My cheeks flush with his words. There’s something… almost… arousing about the fact that I’m on my knees for someone who just killed an entire room of people, for someone who might killmewhen I’m done. I shift uncomfortably on the floor, coming up on my knees so I can drape one hand over his hip. The other is clenched at my side, fingers opening and closing in time with the way I dip my head down his length.
I’m slow at first, taking him in and letting my tongue flatten and drag along the underside of his cock so I can memorize how that thick vein feels. The heavy weight of it is a reminder that my life is literally depending on this blow job.
Being slow and deliberate probably isn’t the way to save myself… and I’ve actually given enough head in my life that I’ve learned guys like it when you’re sloppy.
My brain thinkshe was pretty sloppy with all the blood everywhere, and I have to fight back another one of those giggles so I don’t choke on his dick again when I take him all the way to the back of my throat. My nose buries itself against his pelvis so the warm, spicy scent of him floods my nose as I gag around him.
“You’re a fucking pro, huh?” His fingers trail through my hair again, and I force myself to keep him at the back of my throat until my eyes blur and tears catch in my lashes before falling. The warmth of his thumb swipes my cheek, coming away wet as I blink my vision clear. “I can taste your fear, Hummingbird. It’s sweet.” His hand goes under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Are you afraid? Does that fear make your dick hard? Make your hole flutter, wanting a killer inside you?”
