Page 22 of Strangled
“Can you say more than a couple of words?” he asks, his words a mere whisper. He’s probably afraid they’ll hear him through the walls—and they probably could if they weren’t already so fuckingnoisy.
“I wanted you here. Notthem,” I sneer, my teeth skimming the fine hairs on his flesh. Lyken stiffens, and the sound of his sharp intake of breath strokes my cock.
“You’remine—my Lyken, my stranger.” My arm wraps around his hip, my palm pressing against the bulge in his pants. The leather is smooth to the touch, yet grimy with filth. My hold tightens over his crotch.I like him filthy.
A wave of hunger rumbles through my chest in the form of a low, vibrating growl. His breath comes out in short, rapid bursts, his chest heaving. Every movement he makes flows right into me.
“I don’t even know you,” he finally mumbles. His body is stiff from head to toe, but it doesn’t stop me from caressing his erection absentmindedly as I ponder what to tell him.
I part my lips to answer when his hand drops to mine. “Don’t touch—” His words die off when his fingertips brush my burns. My jaw clenches. I want to pull my hand away—his skin on mine makes mine crawl, nausea churning my stomach, but it feels… pleasant—warm and sticky with blood, despite the damp chill within my walls.
“What’s this?” A mere whisper in the dark, so quiet I’m not quite sure I heard correctly. My heart’s hammering, the beat pulsing up and into my throat. It’s loud in my ears. I can’t breathe.
“What happened to you?” I inhale sharply at his soft question, at the innate curiosity and the gentlest hint of… concern. I’m not even sure that’s what it is. I’ve never experienced it before, having only read about it in my books.
My hand trembles slightly under his touch. He can feel it, I’m sure, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. I want to answer him, to tell him everything, but Ican’t.
Not yet.
“There are too many people in my house, taintingeverythingthey touch.” My voice is low as I whisper into his ear. My lips twitch, watching the prickle of gooseflesh creeping along his skin, causing his fine hairs to stand on end.
My gaze shifts from his slender neck to the hole his face is pressed against. The noises on the other side seem louder now that my attention is brought back to it—and the fact my Lyken is still watching, despitemyhand on him.
“You like watching your friend fuck?” I mumble, unable to resist scraping my teeth along his ear lobe.
“F-fuck,” my stranger stutters, his body convulsing. “This is fucked up—wrong, so wrong,” he mumbles, rambling as my teeth skate along, finding the curve of his neck and nipping the skin there.
My eyes roll back as the salty tang of sweat lingers on my tongue. “Mmm,” I rumble. I’ve never touched someone like this before, never had someone so close—so warm andmine.
His cock jerks against my palm. I squeeze on instinct, reveling in the distinct hardness. I lap away at his neck as my fingers delve into his waistband. His hand over mine moves out of the way. He seems unperturbed by the thick burns marring my palm as I wrap my hand around him.
My mind flashes back to when I had him in my mouth. My hand was on him then, but perhaps he was too inebriated to notice. My thumb brushes a jagged wound along his soft skin, eliciting a hiss. I press harder against it, my lips twisting.
“Jesus fuck. Oh, God. S-stop, you have to—” I pull upward, like I do with my own cock when it becomes hard, and he gasps, throwing his head back. His head rams into my shoulder, neck arched as he pants, his hot breath warming the side of my face.
My scars make it difficult to feel temperature, but his heat is unbearable. This feels so different. Last time was rushed. I reacted purely on instinct, seeing someone else’s mouth on his.
Fire licked my veins, and I had to get himaway.
Now, I take my time as I stroke him, my tongue licking a path along his paint-covered cheek. It tastes horrid, but it bares his face to me, so it’s worth it.
A moan that’s not his assaults my senses, and I curl my lip, my grip tightening. Lyken groans, his ass sliding along my cock as he tries to pull away.
“Too hard. Too… hard…” he mumbles, his words coming out slow. “Fuck, itwasyou.” His head lifts from my shoulder, turning in my direction. My heart jumps, and I lean back, shoving my free hand against the side of his face. I turn him away before he can look at me. Wrapping my fingers around his nape, I shove his head into the wall, forcing his eye to my hole.
“Don’t move. Answer me.” I’m out of breath.
“No,” he breathes out. “I’m here because of you. I wanted to find you.” His words take every last ounce of breath I had away. I’m reeling, my thoughts churning at paradoxical speeds.
Despite my unyielding grip on his cock, he arches into my fist, fucking it while his ass rubs against my shaft with every thrust. I’m warm, my blood heating and circulating to my groin.
Lyken braces his hands on the wall in front of him, breaking through thick cobwebs casted between beams. He doesn’t even seem to notice a few of my friends scurrying across his hands as they hurry away from their destroyed homes.
The sight snaps something inside of my brain. I no longer care about him seeing my scars, him touching them—me. None of it matters when I have him.
My friends touched him, and he didn’t react—becauseI’mtouching him.
“Mine,” the word slips from my lips once more. I’ve said it too much, yet not enough. He’s mine now. I will never let him go.
