5
Olivia
June 23rd, 2022
Iwas pulled out of my sleep by some unknown force. Ike a tug on my soul, pushing me to wake.
The first thing I noticed was that I was on my stomach and there was something propping my hips up.
I was so tired and so sore, that my motions were groggy, heavy. I blinked heavily, pulling at my wrists to stretch only to slow when I was met with resistance.
I turned my head, still half-asleep, and blinked away enough sleep to see that both wrists had ribbon around them, the ribbon stretching over each side of the bed. The restraints weren’t as tight as they usually wore though. I could probably slip out of them if I tried.
I stretched my muscles a little, feeling the restraints around my legs as well. My knees had been brought up towards my hips,some sort of restraints wrapped around my knees, tied down to the bed, I assumed.
I couldn’t move hardly at all.
I swallowed, rolling my head back onto one side, staring into the darkness of the room, on the verge of falling back asleep. In fact, I probably would have fallen back asleep if my heart had been racing and my pussy throbbing.
Everywhere hurt, but I was too excited in my hazy, half-awake state to care. “Everett?” I mumbled a sigh, my entire body relaxing into the position he had put me in.
“You did so many things right tonight,” he hummed, his voice a haunted hum in the silence of the night.
I shivered at the sound of it, at the sound of his praise.
“You didn’t allow your panic or worry for your dog get the best of you,” he explained softly from somewhere behind me. “You didn’t let the pain stop you. You didn’t worry about getting more than one bullet in the gun. You followed my orders without thought, without hesitation.”
Because they made sense. Nothing else did in that moment. Lucy was crying, the man was trying to kill us, there was blood everywhere, I was in a panic, and then his voice came through, clear and concise.“Don’t kill him.”
His voice cut through all the noise. All of it.
“Why did you leave your gun in the kitchen?” he asked, suddenly on my right side, his voice holding a chilling note that it hadn’t a moment ago.
I swallowed, stretching again, if only to relief some of the building excitement in my bones. “I wanted to read your letter,” I whispered. “I wanted to know what it meant to be your Claim.”
He appeared in my line of sight, crouching down at my bedside. His eyes were glowing as he reached out and gently pushed my hair back, his touch setting fire to my skin. “And what does it mean to be my Claim?” he asked.
I lifted my head to meet his hand, wanting more of that. More of his touch. I opened my mouth to respond, but he shook his head, threading his hand back into my hair, tightening his grip ever so slightly. “Think carefully,” he warned.
I swallowed. I was so tired. This almost felt like a dream, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he had given me that thing again. The torture pill that had set fire to my skin. What did it mean to be his Claim?
I searched his eyes, my heart thudding. “Being your Claim means that your death aura is mine too,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “It means that I hold a power nobody else ever will, but,” I went on as his pupils widened, “I claimed you too. I carved a picture too,” I reminded him.
He pulled my head back tightly, a spark of pain shooting down my spine, bringing tears to my eyes. “The first to ever do it, and you did it to me.Why?” he demanded.
I swallowed, stretching again, my hips pressing into whatever it was he had put under them. “We feel everything together,” I whispered. “You took that drug for me, I carved your chest for you.” His grip tightened. “You should know what it feels like to be Claimed. You deserve that.”
His breath caught, his eyes widening.
He watched me for several seconds before releasing my head and standing. Silence fell as I sank back into my bed. God, it felt so soft. I really could just fall right back asleep.
“I gave you something to ease the pain in your body,” he finally informed me from across the room, “and I will do the best I can to ease into this, however I make no promises. We both need this.”
I absolutely needed this. I needed it more than I needed anything else in the world.
“Lucy is being overly protective right now,” he went on quietly, “so I hope you don’t mind an audience.”
“Just fuck me,” I breathed out, pushing my hips back. “Please.”
