Not giving her a chance to think about what was going to happen next. he quickly turned her and shoved his thick hard cock straight inside her.Are you my good girl Lucy? Shecould only say Yes, yeswhat Lucy!!he continued to thrust hard, pushing himself in deeper, squeezing her breast “Yes Daddy” She yelled.“This is what you wanted right? You wanted it from the back, yes?” “Yes, Byron this is what I wanted” He held her by the throat, his voice turned dark “say thank you” Lucy giggled, “thank you?” almost sounding like a question, her rude attitude forced Byron to correct her by thrusting harder,don't make me mad, Lucy! Say thank you.He forced the thought loudly into her mind, as he gripped her breast pounding her hardersay thank you lucy,she tried her hardest to resist but as soon as she said thank you, he exploded inside of her causing her to crumble into his huge arms. “Take me to bed” she whispered as he whisked her out of the shower
The world tilted, the steam, the water, the ache—all of it fading into what he unleashed in her. And when he finally laid her on the bed, she barely had time to breathe before he claimed her fully, without hesitation and without mercy.
Chapter 7
Morning found them wrapped in each other's arms in a bubble of silence. Pale light slipped through the curtains and pooled over the bed in slow, golden strokes. Lucy lay on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek, the other caught beneath Byron’s palm where he’d trapped it in his sleep and refused to let go. His breath warmed the back of her neck. Every now and then, his thumb made a lazy circle against her skin, as if even in dreaming he was reminding her she was here, and his, and safe.
She stirred and turned towards him, a few minutes passed, you’re staring at me,he sent, the thought drifting across the thin space between them.
I was counting your eyelashes,she sent back, smiling against the pillow.
How many do I have?His eyes still closed.
Too many. I'm jealous that I have so little,she giggled.
A knock at the door broke the chain of thought, two light taps and then silence. “Breakfast in twenty,” came Mary’s voice. “And Lucy, don’t dawdle.”
Lucy rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “She knows me too well.”
Then, with the lazy arrogance of someone who would like nothing more than to keep her in bed all day, he added, “Skip breakfast.”
“Tempting,” she said, “but you know Mary, if she says twenty minutes, she means twenty minutes.”
He tilted his head.I can be very persuasive.
She shook hers whilst saying,I noticed.Then she slid under the sheet, grabbed his dick, and gave it a gentle kiss, he shivered and tried to grab her as she slid out from underneath and padded to the bathroom. He Grumbled, “Why did you do that” as he started to gently stroke his now hard dick. “You’ve started something you need to finish.” As she closed the bathroom door, she shouted “Sure, lets tell Mary we are late for breakfast because you wanted to play hide the snake in the grass” He was quick with his response, “be careful Lucy, my snake bites, and I don't think you can handle how deep my venom goes” She burst out laughing, he was so quick witted at times, that she never could provide a comeback quick enough.
Downstairs, Mary towered over the stove like a queen at her altar, long fingers working with effortless grace: eggs, tomatoes blistered in a pan, toast lined like soldiers. Mandy hoverednearby, shoulders more relaxed than last night, though the relief made her look suddenly, profoundly tired.
They all ate together, properly together, the table crowded with hands reaching and passing, Erin sat tucked between Lucy and Mandy; every few minutes the girl’s fingers brushed Lucy’s wrist, and tiny violet blooms snuck out of the herb pot on the windowsill in response. Mandy pretended not to notice the way Lucy’s presence amplified the room: plants perking, light sharpening at the edges, everyone’s breaths syncing without anyone agreeing to do so. It was quite extraordinary.
“Plan for the day,” Corey said finally, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “We split. Sam takes Lucy for blade training, and the rest of us, I don't know. Do whatever you want” He said this with his hands up, almost like he had given up, Lucy caught this, “Corey” Lucy called before he could leave the room, “I need to go into the office at some point this week, can you make plans” A sparkle came into his eyes, “ Not a problem we can go tomorrow” and with that he left the room.
Training with Sam was hard, even though she was human, her skills were so proficient that she was ten times more advanced than lucy was.
The training had gone on for hours; they broke at last when sweat trickled down Lucy’s spine and even Sam’s hair had escaped its tie. Barnaby arrived precisely on cue, wheeling in a cart with water bottles and a plate of sliced apples as if he were a one-man pit crew. “Hydration and sugar,” he said cheerfully, whilst stopping to pick up his tablet, “and data.”
“Is that your way of asking me for my heart rate?” Lucy sighed.
Barnaby did not even look up. “I’m not. I’m tracking youraura density.”
“My what?”
He finally turned the screen toward her. The image was nonsense to regular people; colour bands wrapped around a stick figure; he needed to explain.
“Every time you move,” he said, tapping the display, “the field spikes, showing me different densities of your aura. Mandy smooths it out. Erin makes it… sparkle.” He said questionably. “And Byron, well. Byron turns it aggressively red.”
Lucy felt her cheeks warm.
Nick with his perfect timing entered the room before it got more awkward. “Speaking of Byron, he wants you.”
Barnaby lifted the screen again. “See?”
Lucy groaned and dropped her towel onto the chair, she followed Nick toward the west room, the one Byron had claimed for control work.
The curtains were half-drawn, sunlight falling in pale stripes across the floor. Byron stood at the centre, sleeves pushed to his elbows, wearing thatlet’s get to workexpression.
“Breathing,” he said, tapping his chest near the collarbone. “Through here. Not just the belly. Your current rides this path. When your eyes start, you’ll want to lock your jaw. Don’t. It traps the current in your head.”
