AllFreeNovel
Share Us
ChapterThirteen
KINGSTON
Iknew the instant Sunday’s heat ended. Her scent had softened. It was no longer settling into my balls and forcing my body to respond to the call to mate. I ran my hand down her spine and pressed a kiss over her mark. She didn’t even stir.
My Sunshine was out cold, sleeping so deeply I didn’t think a damn earthquake could wake her. Not that I could blame her. After nearly four days of straight fucking, she’d earned a nap.
So had I. Fuck, I was exhausted.
I ached in places I didn’t know could hurt. Like my fucking scalp. How could myhairhurt?Oh. Right.I smirked at the memory of her pulling the strands as I licked her cunt until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
“I love you, Sunshine,” I whispered against the shell of her ear.
She murmured and burrowed deeper under the blankets. I didn’t want to leave, but I’d gone missing for four straight days. I needed to make sure my roommates knew I wasn’t dead. The last thing I wanted was a search party finding us like this.
Not wanting to wake her, I carefully got out of bed, picking up my discarded T-shirt and placing the fabric next to her so she wouldn’t miss my scent. If I were in the same position, I’d want her to do that for me. I hoped it would also let her know that I wasn’t trying to run away. And, bonus, it would give her something to wear since I’d shredded that other asshole’s shirt when I ripped it off her in the middle of my rut.
I tugged on my jeans and padded barefoot out into the dark hallway. I couldn’t tell if it was day or night in this underground tomb. Priests were a creepy bunch. Who willingly wanted to live in a place like this?
I climbed up the stairs leading back to the main floor, my heart protesting the loss of Sunday with each new step.Fuck. I was addicted to her. Would I ever get used to wanting her so fiercely? I hoped to hell not.
“Mr. Farrell. I see you’ve come out the other side.” Father Gallagher’s voice was cold and dark.
“You should probably call me Kingston now. Since you’ve seen my dick and all,Caleb.”
A low snarl escaped him, and he blurred from where he’d been hiding in the shadows of the sanctuary. The slight pinch of pain in my neck was my only clue he’d done something to me. Until the numbness spread through my body. I fell to my knees, arms deadened.
“What did you do?” My words lacked the heat of anger, coming out slurred and weak instead.
“Did you really think you could snap my neck and get away unscathed?”
Motherfucker. I hadn’t actually, but in the haze of everything else, I had forgotten about that little detail.
“Are you sure it’s not because I dominated you while we were downstairs? Whoops,” I mocked, unrepentant despite his clear upper hand. “Did I say that out loud?”
“A few days in the well should serve to remind you who is in charge here. I’ll give you a hint. It’s not you.” He leaned close and growled, “And if you ever think to give me orders again, lad, remember this moment. I know exactly where and how to touch her to make her scream. And I don’t even have to use my cock or any... accessories.”
A furious retort was on the tip of my tongue, but whatever fucking drugs he’d injected me with were too strong. A heavy fog settled over my brain, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Leaving me only with the scent of Sunday and Caleb’s parting words echoing in my mind.
