Page 40 of Unholy Cross

“Hold on,” he said.“I’m going to fuck you hard.”

Withdrawing until only the tip remained, he pushed forward again, setting off a rapid pace as he pounded into her.It didn’t take long to make her shiver with need.She balanced on the edge of a sharp needle.Behind her, Cross grunted each time he buried himself in her body.Too much.It was too much to contain.One swipe of his finger across her clit and she detonated into an orgasm so hard she thought she might’ve passed out.

“Fuck,” Cross muttered.“You’re so fucking tight.You’re gonna make me come.I’m going to fill you up.Mine.All mine.”

One last thrust and he let out a guttural noise as he wrapped himself around her.She could feel his cock jerking inside as he found his own release.His forehead rested on top of her head as his ragged breathing slowly returned to normal, matching her own.Then he reached once more between her thighs and touched his cum leaking from her body.

“Shit,” he said.“I’ve come in you twice.Oh, well.If you fall pregnant, it’ll be okay.”

Lorelei stiffened and spun.She opened her mouth to tell him that couldn’t happen, but the words just wouldn’t come out.They wouldn’t be forced or coerced into sound, and it maddened her so much tears filled her eyes.Why?

Why?

She was safe now.Cared for.Why couldn’t she talk?

Cross frowned.“It’s okay...”

She shook her head and tried to mime what she was thinking, but he just watched her in confusion.Frustrated, she pretended to write and he nodded.

“Okay, let’s get you dried off so you can write.”

He turned off the shower and reached for a towel, using it on her and wrapping it around her body before grabbing one for him.It didn’t take long for both to pull on comfortable clothes, then she grabbed her notebook and pen.

“I can’t get pregnant.”

His gaze shot to hers, and she could see the question in them.

“He took it,”she continued.“Birsha wanted to figure out how I was able to heal everyone, so he hit me.Each beating became harder and harsher, but he thought I was being stubborn.When he didn’t get answers, he decided to do something more radical.He took some organs out because he wondered if I could regrow them.I couldn’t, of course.I can’t heal myself, but he kept trying again and again.One of them was my uterus.If you stay with me, I will never be able to bear you a child.”

Shame overtook her and she hung her head.A finger slid under her chin and lifted her head.She didn’t know what she expected to see, but instead, all she saw was tenderness and compassion.

“I don’t care about that,” he said softly.“I never even gave kids a second thought.You saw where I grew up.The unwanted siblings I managed to accrue.For years I was president of a motorcycle club and that type of life didn’t exactly promote child-friendly situations.Believe me, it’s you I want, Lorelei.Just you.”

Tears filled her eyes once more from his tenderness.His understanding.Yes, he was a big, tattooed, scary-looking biker, but to her he was a lifeline.He was her friend.Her lover.She couldn’t imagine any life without him.

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Lorelei didn’t knowher eyes could go so wide, but the rows of yarn amazed her.Every color.Every texture.She spun in a circle trying to take it all in, unable to concentrate on any of it.Carrying her shopping basket, she walked slowly up and down the aisles.The craft store was two levels, and Cross had shooed her upstairs telling her to take her time.

One by one, she picked up each bundle and felt the weight and fiber.Worsted yarn, bulky yarn.She really had no idea if she could even knit.The memory of her grandmother and what she said made her want to try.Since she didn’t know anything about yarn, she went with her intuition, choosing what felt right.

Suddenly, something itched at her skin.A sliver of ice slowly crept down her spine and she looked around trying to identify the cause.Two other women were nearby, but they were engrossed in their own world.Still, the feeling of being watched lingered.Unnerved, she hurried to another aisle, resting in front of the endcap.Flashbacks where she hid at the end of her bed at Noble Vale crashed through her mind, and she didn’t feel the desire to shop anymore.The basket held several skeins and a couple pairs of needles, so she figured that would have to do.There was an overwhelming urge to find Cross, so she walked to the stairs and hurried down them, frantically looking around for him.Her heart pounded and her hands grew clammy.Panic clawed its way up her throat, ready to close off her breathing.A hand came down on her shoulder, and she spun, half falling until strong arms caught her.

“Lorelei, it’s me!”

Cross’s deep voice penetrated through the haze of terror, and she blinked as his face swam into view.

“Are you okay?”he asked.

Turning her head slightly, she saw they had drawn a few curious glances.

“Lorelei?”

She turned back to him and nodded, bending to pick up her shopping basket.The sinister stare from earlier was gone, replaced with an ominous foreboding that something bad was going to happen.Once she had picked up her merchandise, he took hold of her hand and led her to the registers.

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