“I love having your cum inside me,” he admitted breathlessly.
“Mmm. Yeah?” Crush pulled Killian’s hips higher to receive his cock better. “Guess you need another load then.”
Crush held him down, and mated him so intensely that Killian came and blacked out.
In his dream,Killian was naked, wandering the halls of the mercenary base. He paused when he saw his past self—bloody and scrawny—being beaten up on a thin training mat. They had done that repeatedly until he had learned to defend himself.
Right now, his captors surrounded his younger self, amongst them an alpha who had enjoyed grabbing Killian’s throat and suffocating him.
Albert Bleu was cruel, more so than the rest. He wasn’t often at the prison, but Killian made sure to be on his best behavior whenever that alpha was around. He had too many memories of that alpha’s hands on his throat, gripping him so tightly he couldn’t breathe.
Bleu was watching this fight hungrily, waiting for Killian to fall.
The dream shifted.
Killian watched as his past self sneaked through the prison, taking down the alpha kidnappers one by one. It wasn’t until he reached the last alpha alive, that he realized one thing.
Albert Bleu hadn’t been at the prison on the night Killian escaped.
Somewhere out there, that alpha was still alive.
Killian woke up screaming.
14
CRUSH COMFORTS KILLIAN
Crush was scoutingthe surrounding forest when he heard the scream.
Killian?
He dropped his freshly picked flowers and raced back to the cabin, stretching out his hearing. He hadn’t sensed a threat; Hansel would’ve notified him before anyone could get close.
Why was Killian screaming, then?
He slammed through the back door, following the sound all the way to his bedroom. Hansel was standing in the hallway with his hands over Naddie’s ears, but the baby looked distraught, too.
“I’ll fix this,” Crush said to them. He braced himself and knocked on the bedroom door, before opening it slowly. “Killian?”
No gunshots or whistling knives.
Crush carefully poked his head past the door. What he saw broke his heart.
Killian was tangled up in his nest, hugging himself and rocking back and forth. He had dragged several pillows up around him, tears streaking his cheeks.
Crush knocked on the door again, more loudly.
Killian looked over. Abruptly, he stopped screaming. Instead, he whimpered and curled into a tiny ball.
Crush slowly shut the door. Then he carefully approached, hunching a little to make himself less threatening. “Hey, sweetheart. Whatever it is, I’m going to make it better, okay?”
Killian looked up at him, fresh tears rolling down his face. “I fucked up.”
“Oh, bunny.” Crush kicked off his shoes and climbed into the nest, mindful of where he placed his feet because Killian was still partly burrowed under the pillows.
He knelt in front of Killian and cupped his face, brushing the wetness off his cheeks. “You’re safe here. No one’s going to hurt you.”
Killian sucked in a slow, shaky breath. “Really?”
