Page 48 of Doyle

Once I was balls deep inside him, I asked, “you good?”

“Ride me,” Michael begged and I did.

I started on a slow rhythm, before picking up the pace. Pretty soon, both of us were drenched in sweat, panting like needy animals.

Each time I entered Michael, it felt like a he donated a piece of his soul to patch up my fractured one.

My inner dragon growled in triumph inside me as I continued plowing Michael.

I changed the angle of my thrusts and judging by the way Michael arched his back and whimpered, I found his sweet spot.

I aimed for it repeatedly until we were both spent. At my next entry, I came, filling his ass with my seed.

Michael came again for the second time that evening, panting as he collapsed on the sheets.

I slid out of him, grabbed a few tissues from a nearby box to clean us both up, before settling next to him.

We ended up cuddling afterwards.

Michael nestled against my chest, his warmth a soothing presence against the turmoil swirling within me.

I held him close, one hand gently stroking his hair.

"I need to tell you what happened," Michael began, his voice barely above a whisper. "The decoy car, Morgan snatching me up...”

I tightened my embrace, feeling a surge of protectiveness.

"You don't have to talk about it tonight," I reminded him gently. "We can take it slow."

"I want to," Michael insisted, his voice gaining strength. "I need to."

I nodded, my heart aching for him.

"Okay. I'm here. Tell me everything,” I said.

As he began recounting the events, my anger grew with each word he spoke.

The thought of him being in danger, the fear he must have felt—it all ignited a fire within me.

My inner dragon roared, demanding retribution. This wouldn't have happened if I had been around.

But I couldn't blame his dad for wanting to keep him close, for thinking he could protect Michael on his own.

Still, the fact remained: we were lucky this time. Morgan had only taken Michael for a ride, but why? What was their real intention?

As Michael continued, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The black magic users hadn't acted out of the kindness of their hearts.

There had to be something more, a deeper motive we weren't seeing yet.

Disturbed, I tightened my embrace, trying to find solace in the fact that Michael was here, safe in my arms.

He rested his head on my shoulder, his breathing steadying as he relaxed against me.

One thing was certain—Michael wasn't safe here, not anymore.

I glanced down at him, my mind racing. How was I going to convince his dad that the best way to keep Michael safe was to take him away?

To bring him somewhere far from Liliana's reach?

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