Page 62 of He Who Sleeps

"Jesus fuck..." he breathed, letting his head fall back in the chair as she worked his cock. "I'm not the only one with a magic mouth."

His praise spurned her on, sucking hard as she gripped his thighs. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, loved that he wanted the worship, and she was eager to give it to him. She whimpered, her own body waking as she sucked him, getting wetter by the second. But fuck, she wanted him, wanted to drink him down, wanted to make him growl for her.

And growl he did, holding nothing back as he shot his load, creamy spurts filling her mouth to almost overflowing. "Yeah...definitely the best way to start the day," he managed, his grin lighting her up inside.

Swallowing him down, she looked up to him. “Would that I could do it every morning,” she said and climbed into his lap, tucking his cock back into pants. “So...protein...now I think I need some sugar.”

"You could have this every morning...soon," he promised her quietly, not bothering to put himself away. And why would he, when his cock was that perfect? "We just need to approach the Elders about it and then we can discuss a more...permanent arrangement."

“Well, you will forgive my poo poo of the Elders. Don’t see why a bunch of dudes get to decide if you guys get a willing woman that wants all of you,” she said cheekily. “Though I suppose it’s better than being without all of you like it’s been.” She leaned in, inhaling his clean scent, and nipped his throat. “I’m greedy. I want you always and immediately.”

"Being one of us is...well, it's complicated." He nuzzled her gently and then reached for a coffee. "We're killers. We're secretive for a reason. We wouldn't literally get away with murder if we didn't have strict rules and protocols. It might not make sense to you from the outside, but the system is designed to protect us from the law."

“I know that...I’m grateful for it. Otherwise, I might never have had this,” she said softly. “And I know you guys probably think this is all Stockholm Syndrome...it’s not. Nothing in my life made sense until that night I found you guys. Nothing. And when I’m not with you it feels...I don’t know...wrong. Like it’s not supposed to be the way of it. Like there’s a vice around my lungs, and when I’m with you, or any of them? It eases and I can breathe fully.”

"Trust me, none of us think it's Stockholm Syndrome," he assured her. "We feel the same way. Just took us a little while longer than you to figure it out."

“Dudes usually have block heads,” she teased. “I wanna know you. I want...” She looked up at him. “Don’t get me wrong, Finn, sex with you is transcendent on so many levels...but I want to knowyou. I wanna know what makes you smile, your likes past the naughty things we do. I want to be yours, and for you to be mine.”

"That's why we've been spending as much time with you as we can," he pointed out. "And I know it's supposed to be a secret right now, but I think Leo and Emerson are cooking up a little trip for us all. But don't you dare let on that I said something when they surprise you with it, or you won't like the punishment I deal out." He gave her a long, level stare until she nodded and zipped her mouth closed. "But it'll be over soon. We see the Elders next month."

“Jack mentioned you guys would be leaving for the holidays,” she said softly.

"Yeah. Maybe next time we could try and get back before Christmas. I mean, obviously it's not a thing we celebrate. Jesus has fuck all to do with the Dark God. But it would be fun to spoil you rotten."

She nodded, quiet. “The winter holidays have never been something I looked forward to, so it’s not a big deal. I’ll be working at the shelter for the holiday this year, since I don’t have family except the girls, but they are all elsewhere so it works. Will you guys be back by New Year’s?”

"Yes. And that we can definitely celebrate together. We can all drizzle you in champagne together."

That got a giggle from her. “That sounds fun...but only if you guys lick it off.” She pulled back and looked at him. “Only winter holiday I used to like was Thanksgiving. What do you guys do for that?”

"Whatever you want us to," he said with a grin.

“Really?” she asked. “You guys don’t normally have plans?” Her mind started running through what she could do.

"Well, no. We like to cook but we've never had much to be thankful for, you know?" He grinned and sipped his coffee. "Now we have you and we can be grateful in all the ways."

“Hmmm. Seems you should be thankful for his grace, and his favor,” she offered. “But I kinda like that you are thankful for me.” She smiled. “I’m thankful for his grace and finding you all...”

"We sacrifice to show our thanks," he shrugged. "What better way to prove your loyalty to someone than killing for them? He knows we serve. He doesn't need some made up day about genocide to know we are thankful."

“True. Though I don’t do the thankful for the way things happened and why. I enjoy cooking for it. I haven’t in a long time. The girls and I used to do it. It was the only guaranteed time we could be together so... These days, though, not so much.”

"We should redesign it," he said. "Make a tradition. Something we do every year. We could maybe even choose some sort of fancy ass meal to cook instead of dry turkey and pumpkin schmuckery. We can have gifts. Maybe even a little ritual or some shit like that. Let's really mash it up and make it something fun."

“I do make a really good turkey,” she quipped. “And so much food...the girls would have to take it home. Something tells me we wouldn’t have that problem.” She nodded to herself. “I’ma cook this year for you guys. And I will be dessert. But I do like the idea of a little ritual...”

"And gifts," he said firmly. "You're getting gifts whether you like it or not. You might even have help in the kitchen. Snake has Michelin star skills. He just doesn't bother very often."

“Easton can cook?” She was impressed. “Well then, this is going to happen.” She grinned. “You said they had a surprise for me... Let’s have a surprise for them then.”

"We should all be around," he said. "It's a public holiday after all. We just need to find a venue. We don't all live together." He looked shocked as something occurred to him. "That's going to have to change," he murmured. "We'll have to start looking for a place big enough for all of us."

All of us...was she considered in the all? “What about the house in the mountains?” she asked as she shifted, straddling him. “You guys don’t live there at all? Or is it just used for the weekend?” She grinned.

"It's just for the weekend. You wouldn't want to live there full-time...trust me." He shuddered. "We're all accustomed to a better standard of living than that."

“Ah...it is a grand old house,” she offered, hand going to his groin. She palmed him, and squeezed. “Jack mentioned he lived on the Parkway, where are you? Old city? Center city? South Philly? North?”

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