The alcohol makes me feel slightly lightheaded, that or it's how amazing this man feels and the warmth of his arms on my hips. He fucks me slowly, going back for more liquor periodically until I somehow feel drunk off of our sex.
I grip the back of the piano while he fucks me, and our activity fills the room with loud instrumental noises, moans, and skin hitting skin. It's somehow my new favorite song while I lie back against the cold wood and enjoy how full I feel.
Each thrust of Adler's cock makes me almost gasp, the fullness of my holes overwhelms me while my need to please him keeps me going. “Please, master. May I cum?” I beg, panting and tensing my thighs to stave off the inevitable.
Adler wraps his hand tightly around my throat, squeezing until all my air is cut off and I stare up at him both aroused and panicked. “Yes, kitten. Cum.” He demands.
His permission is all I need to send me over the edge, that and the fullness I feel. He quickens his pace in my ass, slightly pulling on the large plug at the same time and making me scream out and tense around the things filling me.
I sag into the piano while he finishes, filling me with warmth while I admire his sated face pinch tightly while he cums.
Adler slowly pulls out from me and releases my legs, leaning against me for a moment while I hug onto him. “Let's go get your tail in and head to bed.” He says against my neck.
I smile almost drunkenly, both high on the feeling from my orgasm and whatever liquor somehow absorbed into my system. “Yes, master. Thank you.” I say happily.
I expect him to help me onto my feet, but he wraps my legs around his waist and lifts me instead. On instinct I wrap my arms around his shoulders, tucking my face into his neck while he walks us upstairs.
It's never felt so incredible to be in his arms.
Chapter 14
Adler
Brice ended up sending Sebastian, another man in my unit, to spy on Kellan and The Better Inc.
I'm thankful he did, too. Sebastian is the best when it comes to collecting intel, he doesn't miss a thing.
Intelligence was his specialty in the service, and he's one hell of a shot.
In this case, I'm not so sure that it's a good thing. It only took a few days, but he found out about all the missing residents of Hollow Trails. All the ones the cops ruled as murder by our kind are actually kidnapped during our shifting parties or full moons.
I don't know why the cops think we only shift during the full moon; we're not fucking wolves. But then again, they don't really know what we are or how many of us live here.
They only know about my unit and only enough to know not to fuck with us.
The few stragglers that made it out of the fire didn't stick around, they all fled town as soon as they realized they survived. I don't blame them at all.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand while Violet and I are asleep, thankfully not waking her. I'm already up, I feel like I never sleep. Or if I do it's the bare minimum.
I reach for my phone, see it's Sebastian, and sigh. I know I gotta take this.
I slip out from under Violet as carefully as possible, resting her head on my pillow and making sure she's covered up before I sneak away. I'm not bothering to get dressed, my housekeeper knows to stay out of my sight until I come downstairs.
We already had an incident a few years ago where she caught me naked. The whole thing was awkward since this woman looked old enough to be my mother. I know in reality I'm older than her, while my body may only be 44, I'm much older.
My unit and I have been mostly ageless since we got out of the service in World War 2. I don't know how old my body is now,but I know I have a few more gray hairs hidden throughout my head, that's about all the indication I have that we do in fact age.
I step out into the hallway, closing the door behind me before I answer. “Yes, Sebastian?” I ask.
“Good morning to you too, Captain.” Sebastian says sarcastically.
I roll my eyes, hating my former title. I hate anything that reminds me of what happened to my unit and me. “Good morning.” I say flatly, having to ignore Sebastian's chipper laughter.
Sebastian goes on to tell me that The Better does kidnap people and experiment on them. Women, men, children, animals, they're not picky.
My fingers grip the handrail so tight that I hear the wood cracking in my hand while I listen to him. The only thing that distracts me is the sound of my bedroom door opening and my little kitten waltzing out into the hallway with her leash between her teeth.
I pull my phone away from my face, so Sebastian won't hear me speaking to Violet. “You can go take a shower, kitten. I'll be there in a minute.” I whisper.
