Page 18 of Stutter

Is her mind putting things together again? I’ve lowered her dosage on her medications to that of a child’s so she weaned more easily but now…

Was there another person there who witnessed her attempted murder and never came forward?

“Raven bled for Shadow.”

Chills.

Chills erupt all over my body as I tuck her into my chest sideways and bend to grab her in a fireman’s hold, rounding the staircase to take her upstairs. Her whispers turn to mumbles and soon her breath evens out and she snuggles closer to me. Seems my presence soothes her the same way she soothes me. Jonas is at the doorway of my room, rubbing his eye as he looks upon us, hair disheveled, shirtless, and thermal pajama bottoms hanging loosely at his hips.

“What’s going on?”

I grunt my irritation at him and shove past him sideways to get us both through the door while he’s standing there. “Out.”

“Alright. Geez.”

I gently lay my little bird in bed, tucking her in before I face him. “Where were you?”

“We fell asleep in here waiting for you. What happened?”

Hazel eyes like a forest glance at the woman we love – our destruction and our vindication – confused, a little bewildered and a lot tired.

“I came in to find her having a fit while sleepwalking.”

“Shit. I’m sorry. I was so tired. No. That’s no excuse.” He frowns, looking so sad. “Did she, you know?”

“She was saying something.” I almost don’t want to tell him but I know I need to because if anyone would know anything about that night or anything that happened to her, it would be a member of the Syndicate. “I think there was another person there.”

“Simon Hoover.”

I shake my head. “She said her shadow.”

“What did she say, exactly?”

I repeat her monotonous, rasped chants and Jonas pales but then shakes his head. “It’s like the closer she gets to everything, something else is thrust upon us like an unlubed dick, waiting to fuck us raw. Christ, it’s never-ending.” He looks worried and slightly lost. “It’s like we’re grasping at nothing but tiny straws.”

My sentiments exactly. I rub my tired eyes with my thumb and forefinger and sigh. All I want is to climb into bed with my woman and sleep for a thousand years. “Go to sleep. We’re both exhausted.”

Jonas nods. “Okay. Oh, I already found an animal shelter closer and they’re working on a transfer to Boston.”

The mention of the pup he found makes the corner of my lips tilt upwards. “You did a good thing, Jonas. She’ll love him. Thank you.”

“Hopefully we all sleep better, too.” He says over his shoulder before closing the door behind him.

I grunt as if he’s still in the room, kicking off my shoes and undressing quickly then head to my bathroom to shower so I can wake up my little bird properly.

Having edged myself for the seventh time in two days, I’m hard by the time I’m done washing and turn off the shower. I grab a towel to dry off, then hang it on the hook for it to dry, and slowly tread to the Alaskan king size bed where I deposited her only a few minutes ago.

Raven’s kicked off the blanket, tucked between her legs. She lays sideways, one thigh over the bunched comforter, night slip pushed up to her hips revealing a matching cream-silk thong slipped into her crevices, the easy rise and fall of her shoulders tells me she’s deep asleep. I stroke my cock to the sight of her, slow, teasing myself for what I know will be such a warm, wet welcome.

I guide her thigh higher, causing the slip to rise and bare her to me and begin kissing up from her ankle to her inner legs,and knees and when I get between her thighs, I kiss the silk-covered mound that promises me an insight to heaven. I pull the hem of the thong up, further between her pussy lips, loving to kiss her puffy lower lips like the ones on her face, sucking and licking. I finally pull it to the side and let my tongue seek the hood of her clit, swishing my tongue side to side from her clit to her hole, over and over again until her nectar becomes creamy and she’s softly seeking me out.

“Mmmm.” Soft breathy little sigh and I’m so hard from that one sound I almost explode on the comforter.

She once said I was mad for her and she’s not wrong. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her. To protect her. Even from her own mind.

“That’s my good girl.” I coo, lapping at her hot, slick pussy. “Letting me feed from your juicy little cunt.”

Her thigh trembles when I move it further up, holding the meaty part of her ass up so I can get access to her back hole and taste her there, too.

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