The small gasp that leaves Devlin's lips as she steps out only adds to the swelling problem in my pants. Her eyes are wide as she scans the room, but all she will find is me. She disappears to change and I've already tried distracting myself, but it wasn’t working when she was in another room and it’s definitely not working now that her scent’s floated past me again. I used the blade to slice the skin on my hand over a dozen times. It only stings for a few seconds before the wound closes up and heals, but it's long enough to offer me a moment of clarity, so I slice the blade just one… more… time. His footsteps give him away, but shortly after the key turns in the lock, Corbyn tries to sneak in. He narrows his eyes at me with a tight jaw, but what was this fucker expecting? I heard him coming the moment he made it to this floor. He glances toward the bed, and the anger rolls off of him in waves, but the way he’s looking back at me won’t do him any good. I’m furious too. Not on
Trent presses my face away from him, and the move isn’t a new one. It's always like this. A war with him between his want for me and his need for control. He knows he made me jealous, and if the situation was reversed, I’d be disfigured with dead men laying at my feet. Trent needs to let me go, but he'll never do that, and the look in his eye tells me what it's been telling me for months… I'm in danger. There are still times I feel like the old Dee. I’m head over heels in love with the hazel-eyed boy who was kind to me from the moment he laid eyes on me, and I’m so in love with him loving me that nothing else matters. But more often than not, I'm the present Dee. The Devlin he wants to be the old Dee, because the old Dee ran wild with him. She smiled and never found a single fault in any of his actions. Now, he hates my defiance because it’s directed at him. He hates my beauty because it makes Corbyn and his father look too closely at me. He doesn’t understand why I hate the
Soft, warm pillows cushion my fall and their warm embrace leaves zero room to worry. They’re perfectly formed around me, hugging every curve and dip of my body, as if landing on them was destiny. The fall saved me from that creature, and while I don’t like the new turn of events in my nightmares, if this is how they end, I’ll take it. I moan in bliss, perfectly happy to never leave this nightmare-turned dream, as I press my face further into the pillows, but something shifts against my stomach and stops my movements. Holding my breath, I'm still rising and falling slightly to someone else’s breathing… oh sour skittles…. I'm on top of Trent. I didn't notice it at first, because it's always around, but the grape smell that follows me everywhere is still present as well. Why is he still in the room with us? If Trent is sleeping, I want it to stay that way, just for a moment. I need time to process how I got here, but I can’t remember anything after wishing I died with my family
Devlin’s voice is light as a blade and sweet as blood as she repeats my words. Little Sweetness might think she can lie to everyone around her, but not me. Never me. I can feel the betrayal in the way her blood runs through her body beneath my hold. “… I will never lie to my Master again…” that’s four, and I’ve already had to conceal the growing hardness behind her, but she shifts on her feet and brushes against it. She stays silent for a moment, the same way she had before, not shying away from it but not leaning in towards it either, “… I will never lie to my Master again.” “Now that your punishment is complete, how about we try this again?” The sweet smell of her almost distracts me from the reason we went down this path, but I’ll know everything there is to know about her. “How often do you pass out, Devlin?” She might not think I’m her Master, but she’ll see. She belongs to me. “It hasn’t happened in a long time,” her voice is barely a whisper, “I just can’t get myself wo
I watch Brixton walk away from me, but his grape scent is still lingering on me… everywhere. Later, we'll be alone again, and I’m not sure if I should ask about how we got into the predicament I woke up in, or if I should leave well enough alone. I woke up from that nightmare thinking it had become a real-life dream, but the fact I’ve let my walls down around him doesn’t sit right with me. The way he’s watching me is so intense that I want to believe there’s a part of him that cares what happens to me, that I’m not just his pet of the week, or someone to keep him entertained. He notices and corrects things for me that Trent doesn’t want to see. He lets me wear my hair how I want, and finds a solution for it even. He protected me from Gavin.&nb
The silence of the vehicle has only made the questions and the steady pulse of my clit louder. How long have I been left here? Still parked outside of Gentle Hands, Brixton left after he… kissed my hand. Turning it over, it feels better all wrapped up, but where did he even get the wrap from? I'm in trouble here. He's getting more and more possessive and something is going to give. I'm just not sure if it's my will to live, or his. There's something about him that makes me want to get closer, to find out what he's truly capable of. Not to mention that when I woke up… nope, I promised myself that I would let that go, and pretend it never happened. The vehicle jolts forwards, and my entire chest constricts. We can't leave here without him. I can't be alone again. Banging on the window between me and the driver does nothing. I only have one good hand and it’s hurting, so kicking it is. Two good thumps and the car is pulling over to the shoulder sharply, tossing me onto th
There’s tension in the way Brixton’s speaking to me, but it’s not condescending in the way that Corbyn talks to me. “Did you ever question why the Stones would bother killing someone so random? How a Demon like him, with all his wits about him, ended up in a place like Gentle Hands?” “He has dementia, he-” “Does he.” It wasn’t a question, but the silence after made it too uncomfortable not to answer. “Of course he does. Why else would they put him there and strip his powers-” No. Trent wouldn't be that cruel. He wouldn’t put him there… with me… as a constant reminder. “Whatever you’re thinking, Sweetness, it’s probably worse. Surely Trent, your very protective fiance, gave you a valid reason as to why he neve
“I thought you said we were training?” “You can’t train without eating,” Brixton says, pushing the plate of food closer to me. The plate in front of me is full. Not a nicely put-together plate, but a plate where all the food is touching. They roasted the chicken to perfection, and beside it the mashed potatoes have a pool of melted butter on top, leaking under the chicken and vegetable medley beside it. “Where’s yours?” I look up, but it's never easy to feel his full attention on me. There's already warmth spreading to my cheeks as he half barks out an order. “Eat, Devlin.” His eyes are still locked onto mine as the familiar weight of a utensil is shoved into my hand. The hand that’s still covered in blood. The utensil clinks against the plate as I press away from the makeshift table he set up in my room and dash towards the bathroom. Strong arms catch me from behind, pulling me into a warmth that's easy to get lost in. Luscious, delicious, juicy grape invades my space and m
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“You kissed her,” I say and Brixton’s eyes grow lighter, but I’m not second-guessing anything this time. He gave me a chance once. How true that chance was, I’ll never know, but I should have taken it then, and I’m not remaking mistakes when I’m so close. “Devlin, I-” His words are cut short when the knives that were tucked into the back of my dress, are firmly planted in his lower abdomen. He falls to his knees, and mine buckle, but I don’t have a heart left to care… I gave that away when he destroyed it. The light blue in his eyes tries to hold onto me, or maybe it’s me trying to hold onto them… because I’m not planning on ever seeing them again. The tears stream down my face as he clutches onto his stomach, unable to say anything to me, as the grape scent that used to lull me, burns with every step I take as I run from him… …from this room… …from this life. I slide my shoes off as soon as I am through the tree line. The silver blades will buy some time, but not much. But
I was expecting a big finale, a flood of liquid, but all I feel is underwhelmed at the trickle of what the pill had to offer as the liquid slides past my lips to his… and it tastes… good. “Dee,” Trent breathes in confusion, angry as he reaches for me. I step back, expecting him to lunge forward, but he drops to the ground in front of me, grasping onto his throat. “What have you done?” The old man gasps, hurriedly trying all the door handles, in hope one will open, as I watch Trent’s face turn color. The closer his body gets to laying on the floor, the more victorious I feel. I may still die here, but I did this… I killed him. Darcia had her wires crossed. Smart, but dumb. She thought I was the one in the house with a pineapple allergy, that she could take me out and have it look like a fluke allergy, but she just killed the one thing she wanted most. A laugh bubbles up inside of me as I lick my lips, watching his chest stop moving, nothing will ever taste this good. Clap…
Pungent acid rises in my throat as my back presses into Corbyn, and the sounds of me gagging only filter through, as his voice does, "Not in the dress." I spin in his arms, but as I go to find solace in his touch, I find myself pressing against where he's holding me at an arm's length. "You'll ruin your makeup," he says, as if I just unboxed a plant. "You knew," I yell, shaking my head as I try to back up from him, but he grips onto me right before I stumble backward. "You didn't think he would let Gavin get away with trying to claim the prize, did you?" “What are you-” I’m mid-scream when he interrupts me, “A Queen's debt, is a King’s to settle." "How did he even know that, Corbyn?" I step into his space, needing to hear him confirm it, for him to say it out loud… he told him. I can wait all I want here, but the silence from him is exactly what I expected, it’s the calmness that’s fallen over me, that I didn’t see coming. Did I want Gavin dead? Yes. Am I upset that
There are no windows here, by design I'm sure, but the location is gorgeous. The one beauty there is in today, that I'll hold onto. Trent woke me this morning just before lunch, and we left alone, but arrived to pack members already patrolling the area in shifted form. They're surrounding the area, this carved-out piece of beauty just outside of the city, where the trees are high and the greenery is all shades. They look at home here, but the real monsters that make up those wolves, belong anywhere but somewhere so peaceful. Walking into the building was like navigating a maze, but the space for the ceremony has a large window on the roof where the treetops don't reach and the sunlight shines through, lighting the entire room flawlessly. ‘The moon delivered you to me, because you're mine, and I am yours. It's you, and me, always.' When the full moon is on display tonight, it will make for the perfect setting… almost like the kind of wedding girls dream about… almost like I’
Two hours. Sometimes, even though I’m sure I would regret it, I can’t help but wonder what Corbyn is thinking about. Does he feel genuine emotions? Or is he literally sitting there with a blank mind and nothing running through his head? It’s been two hours since he switched places with Trent and he’s done nothing but sit on the chair across from me and watch me. It’s given me time to process what he said, ‘a woman who had an affair with the Alpha… it was my mother… ’He must look a lot like his mother, where Trent looks more like their father.Their… father. He has so many of Gavin’s mannerisms, but those could have been developed from growing up here. It’s impossible to tell if Corbyn is lying, but while he’s never told me the whole truth… he’s never lied to me, either. It would make him the rightful Alpha, Gavin’s first born… and Corbyn doesn’t seem like the type to let that go. I jump a little when there’s a knock at the door, but not him… never him. The Darling’s are the l
His voice fades out as my heart beats faster, her blood thrumming through me… calling out to me. She needs me. And I fucking need her. "You're fucking everything up, Pierce…" Dead. Slice… … spray… … beautiful. His blood is going to spill over this, and when it coats us, Sweetness will bathe in it with me. Oz has no idea who he's fucking with. "...That girl means nothing, she was always part of the plan. Just because you got your dick wet…" The metal restraints I’m in are the only thing that prevents his death, a new instinct I should care to temper, but don’t. He’s lucky I care more about getting to her than I do about him dying. There used to be loyalty there, a barrier between us, but it doesn't exist now, and when my blade slices off feather by feather, he's going to regret crossing me. He's the one fucking everything up. All that time he spent building trust between us as children… wasted in one decision. He excluded me from his plan, making choices with
~~~ Five Days Ago ~~~ The little jumps in his heartbeat tells me he’s awake, not that he’s letting on as he hangs from the chains in this room. Tactical. At least he hasn't lost all common sense. Pierce’s breathing gets longer, deeper, for one count… two… CLANG! When his attempt to break through the chains doesn’t go as planned, his eyes light up, finding mine immediately. I spoke too soon. There's no way he surveyed his surroundings in less than five seconds with enough evidence to act. “Feeling any less inclined to-” “WHERE… IS… SHE?!” His roar does nothing but make that part of me I repress come to the surface. It’s paying attention, but we don’t need the rogue piece of my father’s DNA right now. He subtly leans against the chains one way and another, his face giving nothing away as the silver burns his skin. He can check for weaknesses all he wants, but I prepared this room just for him. He has two cuffs on each wrist and foot, and a collar for added security. It w
He stares down at me, caging me with his palms pressed flat to the wall on either side of me. Corbyn is confusing at the best of times, but right now, the last thing I need is to try to navigate what he’s after. “If you want to kill me, do it already.” I press against his chest and he allows the space for me to walk past him. “Switching Alpha’s now?” He asks casually as my hand hovers over the door handle. “You knew,” I say without turning and there’s a sour taste developing on my tongue, one laced in the knowledge that he’s known this whole time that Gavin killed my family on purpose. He grips my wrist, ignoring my statement, as he drags me into the small bathroom in the room, but thankfully it doesn’t come equipped with a tub. He pulls the hand towel from the hanging rod, getting it wet before dragging it along my skin where Gavin was. He heard… everything. “There was a woman who had an affair with the Alpha. She later died giving birth, despite there being no complication