Page 20 of Frayed Trust

“I shouldn’t let you come since you have no patience, but it’s your lucky day. I need you at the top of your game.”

My body sagged, arms giving out as the top half of my body collapsed onto the sheets. Only his hands on my hips kept me up, the angle hitting deep. Every thrust made stars explode behind my eyes until I was near dizzy from the pleasure. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I whimpered, fingers clutching at whatever I could hold to keep myself steady.

“You come when I come,” he grunted.

It was easy for me to tell when he came because his release was my energy source. Not to mention the warm sensation of cum inside me, the mess leaking out of my hole as he continued his brutal thrusts through his finish. Same as last time, I didn’t need to touch myself. With permission granted, all I had to do was focus on the pleasure and power and I was spilling all over the bed.

Shan released me and I collapsed forward, my toes dangling off the edge of the bed. I was laying in a wet spot but I needed a minute to recover brain function after that. Behind me, Shan patted my ass once, gently, before disappearing into the attached bathroom. A few seconds later, he reappeared with a warm, damp cloth, which he used to wipe me down. As he was patting the sweat away from my brow, he leaned in to whisper in my ear. “You don’t get to come next time, no matter what. So you’d better do what you can to rein in your reactions to Freya.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Try.”

The warm cloth made its way down my sweaty back and neck before cleaning up my pleasantly stretched hole. Then he flipped me over and wiped my cum off of my stomach, pulling the dirty blanket out from under me. I slid up to the head of the bed and curled up with my head on the pillow, still high from the boost. Shan grabbed the spare blanket we’d asked for and slid into bed at my back, warm chest pressed to me. “She’s going to be a problem, you know,” he said.

“Everyone’s a problem in your eyes.”

“And no one is a problem in yours,” he rebutted. “You should stay away from her after you apologize. There’s something off about this whole situation and I can’t figure out what.”

“Freya might be in danger,” I suggested.

“Does she seem like the damsel in distress type?”

No, she most certainly did not. He was right about something being off, too. I’d felt the same from the moment I walked into that club. We were missing something big in our search for the murderer who was loose in the city. Between Emmett’s sudden and unexplainable memory loss, Freya’s erratic behaviour, and the plethora of missing Alpha’s, there was a lot to piece together.

I got the sinking feeling it was immensely important that we figured out the puzzle before anyone else did. Both for her sake and ours.

“Maybe sheisthe danger.”

“Based on what I’ve seen, I don’t doubt that she can handle herself. A Beta witch killing Alphas doesn’t make sense, though. Especially not in how the victims are usually killed.”

The part of the murders the Angelic Enforcement Agency wasn’t going around advertising. Mutilation. Evidence of torture by water boarding, by hundreds of tiny cuts, by breaking bones. Whoever was committing the crimes held a lot of rage and was smart. We hadn’t found a single trace of magical signature, no scents to lead us in the right direction. We didn’t have all the bodies either. There were at least five still missing that we were confident were related to the string of killings, plus any that hadn’t been connected to the case.

It was why we’d been put on the case. The original low level AEA crew had been unsure of what to do. Hell, they didn’t even know if they wanted to stop it when the victims were all stains on our society. The only reason the AEA hadn’t deported half the men back to Zemterra or Apilion is because they hadn’t been able to find them after they committed their crimes. Can’t force someone through a portal if you don’t know where they are. One man whose body they’d foundhadbeen deported and found his way back through one of the illegal immigration avenues. Didn’t work out well for him, ultimately.

“True. I couldn’t see her killing anyone.” Letting out a little snort, I pulled Shan’s arm closer around my torso. “Well, not like that. Murder, in general, is another story. She strikes me more as a crime of passion killer, not someone so calculating and skilled at it.”

His chuckle vibrated against my back, breath smoothing across my neck. “It’s best if you don’t get attached, Cas,” he said. “She’s caught up in this somehow. I don’t want her to hurt you.”

Warmth rushing to my cheeks, I buried my face in the pillow. Shan showing affection was rare, but I loved every second. I would never admit it aloud, but I felt more than lust for him and I had for a very long time. Same with Emmett. We spent so much time in close quarters together and trusted each other with our lives, and I’d learned so much about them.

Shan was overprotective and controlling, but only showed it to certain people. Like me. Over time, I’d drawn that side out, which was why I had hope that he might love me like I loved him. One day. Emmett wouldn’t love me, and I’d tried to force myself to come to terms with my disappointment. It was hard when it was so easy to feel that way about him. He put everyone else first, believed himself to be disposable and replaceable no matter how much we tried to convince him otherwise. Humble to a fault. I wanted to show him how important he was to me, but that would scare him off for sure.

My feelings about my team made my attachment to Freya all the more interesting. Since I’d acknowledged my feelings about them to myself, that I loved them both, I hadn’t felt attraction to anyone else. Anyone except her. Warning me off made sense because he was right — anything I felt for Freya was destined for heartbreak. This situation was too tense, and we would have to lie to her too much for anything real to develop on her end.

What Shan didn’t understand was how significant my connection to Freya already was. I fell fast and hard. Once the descent started, I couldn’t stop it. “I’m used to getting hurt,” I said, voice muffled. “I’ll get over it.”

There was no avoiding it now.

Chapter 8

Freya

Electronicmusicpumpedthroughthe speakers, assaulting my sensitive ears. After a heat as horrible as the one I’d just experienced, I was still recovering. My vision occasionally went spotty and my ears rang, but so far I’d avoided falling over. It was a little sad that was an accomplishment.

Ozzy was watching me like a hawk from under the counter behind the bar. He’d insisted on coming to work with me today and I was grateful he’d steamrolled my insistence that I was fine.

I sure as hell was not fine.

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