Beneath the bloodlust and carnage, they’re just people.Scarred, disturbing, kinky, freaky people who bicker, keep secrets, and love fiercely.
There’s another layer there, too.The thing they don’t talk about.The real work.The hunting of monsters worse than themselves.
The conversation remains friendly, deliberately harmless, and carefully clean.It’ll stay that way until I choose to sit at the real table.
Until then, we talk about tattoos and marriages and who owes who money.And I realize I’m no longer bracing for the drop.I’m just there, enjoying it.
I must’ve fallen asleep.
As I wake on the bed, the mattress dips with movement.My eyes open to Jag hovering above me.
Braced on hands and knees, he cages me with masculine heat and hooded amber eyes.
I melt.
His gorgeous face… He looks different.The sculpted angles remain, the danger simmering beneath the granite, but the constant tension that lives behind his eyes is missing.The creases have smoothed out, replaced with… Dare I say?Happiness.
“So…” I blink up at him, half-dreaming.“How is the fauxcest progressing?”
“The faux… What?”
“Family role play, brother on sister, everybody pretending they’re biologically related.I’ll be the creepy uncle.”
“I donotwant to see your porn searches.”
“Don’t need porn when I have the real thing.”I clasp the thickening cock hanging between his spread legs and search the room for Dove.
Panic jolts fast when I don’t see her.As I start to push up, Jag drops more of his weight, trapping me to the bed.
“She’s showering.”He nods at the bathroom.“Right there.”
I sag beneath him, breathing again.“How did she handle the honesty grenade?”
“She needs time to process.There were a lot of questions.More will come.But…” He lowers his head and nuzzles my cheek with his nose.“The important things are out in the open.”
He smells citrusy and earthy, calm scents I’m not used to associating with him.
“Is she ready for a 69 train?”I palm his firm buttocks, pulling him closer.“Doggy deluxe?Double penetration?”
“Jesus.”
“Jesus can find his own threesome.Where are we at on ours?”
His sharp exhale of laughter warms my lips.Then he lifts his head, sobering.
“We haven’t talked about the future.”He brushes my hair out of my eyes.“But she supports this thing between you and me.”
“Thisthing?”I grind my erection against his, holding us tightly together with my hands on his ass.
“Yeah.This…” His breath falters.“And more.”
I tug him down, and he comes willingly, giving me all his weight.My arms hook around him, and his mouth falls upon mine.
He kisses me slowly.Not hungry or rough.This is patient Jag, honest and devoted.He’s here.He’s staying, and for once, nothing is on fire, and no one is hunting Dove.
I kiss him back, taking my time, letting the low voltage curl through my toes and gather between our fused hips.Our heads tilt to deepen the connection, not chasing anything.
My lips move with unspoken questions, and every answer he gives pulls me closer, his tongue licking mine and his body grinding with promise.
