Page 96 of Little Fury

We walk back in silence, our hands still entwined.

I get inside and drop his hand, running to Matt and throwing my arms around him. I give him a kiss and tell him thank you for staying with me. I walk over to Ben and Caden, wrapping both in a hug so tight they have to tell me to let them go.“I don't deserve you guys, but I’m so grateful I have you.”

“Go to bed, Ava. You're being sappy.”

“Hush, Matt, I get to say this tonight because I had anemotional breakthrough. Breakdown? And because I do love you guys.”

“We love you too, Boss Lady. “

“Shut up, Ben,”I laugh.“We’re going to go to bed. You guys should head home and try and get some sleep.”

Ben and Caden tell me good night before heading to their houses. Matt looks me up and down, then sets his eyes on Declan.“She’ll be ok. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

“You better.”He says as he heads to his room.

Declan turns off a few lights and then follows me up the stairs. My room's lights are still off, so we just close the door behind us. Still in my dress, I slip it off and crawl into bed. Declan takes his shirt off and removes his sweats, crawling in behind me. I turn to face him, and he drags me into his arms. I burrow into him, breathing in his scent. I missed his scent. He smells like I remember him–citrusy, like his body wash, mixed with leather. There is an added scent of salt from the breeze off the ocean tonight.

“Sleep. We have all the time in the world now.”He tells me softly.

I wake up the next day snuggled up to a very warm Declan Campbell. I enjoy the feel of his arms around me for a moment. Looking up at him and realize I don’t care anymore. I don’t care that he lied to me; I also lied to him. I’m just happy he’s here with me and that his arms are around me again. The rest is all just background. It matters so little how we started. How we started is how we got here. Sure, having that perfect meet-cute story would be great, but would that even be us? My life isn’t exactly a rom-com-type story. We’reboth born of worlds covered in blood and death. So, a lie for a lie seems very poetic for the story of our beginning.

Looking at him–no, you're actually creepy stalker staring at him–I drink in his features. He has always been one of the most attractive men I've ever seen. Marcus is stunning to look at, almost angelic in his perfection. But Declan is something else. Both Campbell boys have an air about them. It’s like shadow is part of their DNA. I think it comes from being near dark men and deeds their entire lives. Add in the fact that Declan is a doctor who saves little kids and that scar, and there is no escaping how attractive he is to me.

The blanket is down around his waist, and he’s on his back, so I have my fill of looking at him. He looks leaner than he did five months ago. His muscles are still hard and defined but just leaner–the last few months took a toll on him type of leaner. I run my fingers over his stomach; the sensation of him under my hand is familiar. He’s on the cusp of waking up as I drag my hand over his chest. The smooth skin and muscles there beg for me to bite them. I lean over, careful not to wake him. I kiss his chest, dragging my teeth ever so lightly over his nipple.

He makes a noise, a rumble in his chest, and I like that sound. I want to make him do it again. I kiss his skin, making a path to his neck to that spot just above his collarbone where neck and shoulder meet, letting my tongue taste him as I bring my lips to his. Softly, I sweep my mouth over his. I run my fingers along his bottom lip and see a shiver over his skin. I kiss him again. Soft and gentle, my tongue grazing over his lips. As the final hold of sleep lets him go, his mouth opens to mine, deepening the kiss.

Welcoming my tongue with a swipe of his own, and I am rewarded with that rumble again. This kiss is slow and sensual, neither of us in a rush. I bite his bottom lip, and the groan from him is my only warning before he has me settledon top of him, my legs straddling his thighs. I feel him hard beneath me as I settle on him. Leaning forward, I trace a finger along his scar, letting my fingers run over his mouth when I reach it.“How come you’ve never told me how you got this?”I ask absentmindedly, continuing to explore him with my fingertips. I run them over the column of his neck to his chest, where I trace over his tattoo.

“The story of that scar is not a story I tell. One day, which isn’t today, I’ll tell you about it.”

Sitting up, he shifts us backwards to rest his back on the headboard. Kissing my mouth, I feel a hand on my throat, his thumb dragging along my jaw, forcing my face up more to meet his. His tongue opens my mouth, seeking mine. He slides his tongue over mine, and I moan.

His hands grip my breasts roughly, and I arch into them. Rolling my nipples between his fingers, tugging them, pinching them, sending little shocks of pleasure through me. His mouth is everywhere. His mouth, teeth, and tongue claim every piece of exposed skin. Every nip or swipe of them sends shivers across my body, all of them pooling between my thighs.

My underwear is a flimsy barrier between us, Declan has nothing on, and I can feel him hard between us. My wetness has long since soaked through the lace, leaving me to drench him.

I place my hands over his on my breasts, tightening his grip on them and wanting that bite of pain to go along with the other sensations. I roll my hips over him, dragging my wetness along his hard shaft. His mouth is back on mine, and his kiss is hungry; his need is palpable. His tongue in my mouth is unyielding.

Declan’s last threads of self-control snap; there are no more gentle or tender touches. A hand slides between us, cupping my pussy and lifting me off him slightly; his fingerspush my underwear to the side as he sinks two into me. A sob breaks free from my throat at the intrusion. I move my hips, grinding myself onto his hand.

“Fuck, you’re gripping my fingers so tight,”he grounds out through gritted teeth. Raising me a little higher, I feel him fist himself. I watch him as he watches his fingers as they enter me, as he pulls them from me only to plunge them back in. I can see my wetness on his fingers dripping down his hand.

He tears his fingers from me and lines his cock up with my entrance, slamming me down onto him. I throw my head back and choke out a strangled cry when he fills me so violently.“Fuck, Jake again.”He lifts me from his cock, and just when I think he might slip from me, he slams me down over him while he thrusts up into me. I cry out; the pleasure and agony of him driving into me so callously sets my body on fire.

My orgasm is building fast as I watch him. He's lost in his punishment of me. His fingers dig into my flesh harder with every thrust of his hips. I slide my hand down my body, my fingers stroking my clit. Declan watches my hand as I work myself, bringing my orgasm closer. He keeps fucking me, his eyes locked on my movements. A deep noise rumbles in his chest as my pussy clenches around his cock; that noise is the last straw. My orgasm explodes over me.

My pussy is still clenching him when he grips my waist and flips us so he’s on top of me. A hand digs into my hip while the other wraps around my throat. Declan fucks me hard, hammering into my body, his hands grasping me tighter. The pressure on my throat and the pummeling of my clit against his pelvic bone rips another orgasm from me. Declan cums hard, his voice scratchy as he says my name.

He releases me, and I suck in a full breath of air. He collapses on my chest, his breathing is ragged and panting. Ibring my hand to his hair and run my fingers through it as I catch my breath. He lifts his head from my chest and looks at me.“Are you ok? Was I too rough?”

I can't stop the laugh.“I'm fine. That was intense. It was good.”

He rolls off me and pulls me into him. He kisses my face, then kisses my mouth sweetly, humming as he does.“Why Jake?”I blurt out, and he stills against me.

“Umm? What?” he asks.

“Why the name Jake?”

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