He wastes no time doing just that and I keep telling myself this is actually a blessing in disguise. We can’t keep her hidden in the house for the rest of our lives like a dirty little secret. She’s used to living in the shadows and doesn’t know how to thrive in the light, but we’re here to show her what things could be like.
She can hide in plain sight, and as long as we don’t let anyone see her wings or scales, they’ll protect her just as much as they did Ezra. Well, most of them, at least. I love this woman so much it hurts to breathe, and want to show her how much better things can be, if she’s willing to risk trying. She can have a life here, with us. I just need her to believe it’s possible.
I’m asking her to risk everything with no way to show her we can follow through on our claims.
When she came back, we set her up in my room again, which is where I find her pacing. The way her eyes are flitting around the space, I have a stab of panic as my stomach flips. Before I realize I’ve even moved, I have her lips crushed against mine.
She can’t leave again, I won’t be able to survive it.
Saige momentarily tenses and I feel like an asshole, knowing I need to be more careful with her. But as she rises on her tiptoes to kiss me back, all sense of decency shrivels up and dies a quick death. One hand palming the back of her head, I grip beneath her thigh, lifting her up as she wraps her legs around my waist. Nails digging into one of my shoulders, she uses her heel to press me even closer against her, my blood heating more with each second that passes.
“This is a good thing,” I tell her between kisses, swiping off my dresser to set her on top and grind against her, groaning. “Now we can show you off to everyone and make them jealous.”
She braces one hand beside her to keep steady, the other fisting in the front of my shirt. “I haven’t survived this long by being careless,” she growls against my lips and my cock jumps in response as I breathe her in.
“But you’re not alone anymore,” I emphatically point out. “And you won’t be again. So you might as well accept there’s a way for us to hide you in plain sight and behappyfor once.”
She hesitates before slowly deflating, acceptance settling in on her shoulders. “That’ll take some time to get used to.”
Kissing her again, I imbue all of my conviction into it. “Then I guess it’s a good thing we’re in this for the long haul. I’ll remind you as many times as it takes,” I vow.
As her tongue slips between my lips, deepening the kiss and arching against me, her hand slips beneath the hem of my shorts. Her fingers curl around my painfully hard cock and I hiss a sharp intake of breath, gently thrusting into her touch as my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
“I’m not the only one that should be happy,” she counters with a purr, toying with me.
I gently wrap my hand over hers with the fabric between us. “I didn’t mean,” I start, trying to find the right words. “You don’t have to feel like you need to do anything. We’ll take care of you either way, we don’t expect you to-“ I choke on my own tongue when she strokes down my length, rubbing her palm over the tip.
“I’m not doing anything I haven’t wanted to for a long time,” she quietly admits, stroking the sensitive flesh again as I shudder, torn between what Ishoulddo and what I desperately don’t want to stop. “If I didn’t want to, I’d tell you to shove off. “But this?” Harder, faster, she pumps my cock until my eyes flutter shut and I just hang on for the ride, kissing her back between her whispered words. “Knowing you want me for more than just a quick fuck? It’s a heady feeling, that power. Trust me, I get off on getting you off.”
My orgasm comes hard and embarrassingly fast, cum coating her hand as my cock twitches. I continue to slowly rock against her, thrusting into her tight fist and savoring the moment in my memory to jerk off to later.
Savoring the feeling, I don’t draw away as I catch my breath, cock occasionally twitching in her grip as she stills. “What the hell?” she mutters, and not going to lie, that’s not something any guy likes to hear when his mate has her hand on his dick.
“What?” I yelp as she wrenches her hand back, tugging my semi-hard cock with her. “Fuck, maybe not that rough?” I plead, gently trying to pull away, but she refuses to release me.
“I can’t let go,” she continues, tugging once more and I have to grab her wrist before she jerks it off in a way that’s way less fun than I’m used to.
Reaching down my shorts, I try to pry her death grip off my cock, but nothing I do can peel her off of me. With a sudden, horrific thought, I look at the floor beside us, seeing a certain container pouring all over the ground. I quickly yank her off of the top of the dresser, relieved when she comes free without resistance.
And get my first good look at the shiny coating where her hand was when she braced herself, the special glue hardened now.
“No,” I mutter in horror, not wanting to believe it.
But there’s no use denying it. Despite our best efforts, her hand stays firmly wrapped around my rapidly softening cock.
She laughs awkwardly, turning those bright, doe-like eyes on me. “I know you want me to stick around, but damn Kins. I’d applaud your commitment if I could.”
Half-chuckling breathlessly, I lean forward and kiss her, trying to find the humor in the situation. Freaking out won’t solve anything, and I mean, she’s right. She can’t run off while we’re sleeping if she’s glued to my dick.
“So, is there a special soap, or...” she trails off, thinking this is just regular super glue. But she’s very, very wrong.
“Umm, this isn’t coming off until I make the solvent.” Her eyes widen in fear before I hasten to reassure her. “But I know how! I just don’t have all of the ingredients in the house since we used the last batch freeing Cai the day you came back.”
Her hand tightens on my dick and I yelp, so she quickly slackens it as much as she’s able. “Call the others?”
I nod. “My phone’s still in the basement though, so...”
We start awkwardly shuffling towards my door, her literally leading me around by my dick, before agreeing it’s just quicker for her to wrap her legs around me again with one arm around my neck to help support her. Careful not to trip going down the stairs, I snatch my phone off of the top of the dryer and set Saige in its place, dialing Kahl.
