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I looked down at the dress and shook it out a little more. The front was covered in thick, sticky black. “Hatayichor,” I murmured. I looked up at Zayn, slightly panicked. “She must have been attacked.”
He leaned against the doorframe and nodded. “And she fought them off without a scratch,” he added calmly.
“What? How do you...”
“No human blood. Onlyhatay. Not even in the bathroom. She wasn’t hurt, she took them out.”
I grinned. “That’s our girl.” Then my smile faded, and I sat down on the edge of the bed. “She shouldn’t be out there facing them on her own. We should be with her, cheering her on and telling her off for taking them on alone, and we still don’t know where she is. This was our only lead, and she’s gone already.”
Zayn straightened up then crossed the room to stand in front of me. I didn’t wait, just wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned against him. Whatever we were dealing with, I needed his comfort and his strength right now. He’d had a few months to adjust to all this, but I was still reeling from the discovery of who I was, and to get Tory back and then lose her again was messing with my head and my heart. He slid his arms around my shoulders, holding me close in an embrace that felt as familiar as home.
“She’ll be fine,” he murmured. “She’s taken out at least onehatayalone. We need to trust her, and we need to find her, and we will.”
I looked up at him, and his dark eyes stared down into mine. The worry in his gaze faded and was replaced by something deeper, something hotter. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine. “I was so close to having you both back. I didn’t think it was possible, and now... I’m not letting her go. I want you both in my life, and nothing is going to take that away from me again. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I even thought for a moment that you would betray us.”
“Don’t be sorry. I understand. You don’t need to be afraid of losing me, ever. It might take me a little while, but I always get back to you. I will always find you somehow.
We’re meant to be together. You, Tory, and me.”
He closed his eyes and stepped back, nodding. I didn’t want him to pull away. I had gone for so long without his touch, and even though I hadn’t known that I missed it at the time, I knew it now. I stood up and moved over to him. Sliding my hand around to cup the back of his neck, I pulled him close for a kiss. It was not the harsh, passionate invasion it had been in the lift. This time, I was gentle, just wanting to enjoy the moment.
“I will never betray you,” I said softly. “I couldn’t. She might be the sun, but you are my moon, my stars, and my planets. How could you think I could live without you?”
This time he kissed me, pulling my head down to his, and it was no longer gentle. It was demanding and hungry, and I returned it the same way, sliding my hands down his back and pressing my body against his. I could feel the pressure of his cock hardening against me, and the heat of desire rushed through my body. After all this time, he still wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I took a breath and pulled away, wondering if it would still be the same. He looked up at me, and I stared down at him, my gaze hardening. He smiled and then dropped his head in a subservient bow. I grinned.
“Very bad,” I said, “believing I could betray you, believing I could betray her. Do you understand how bad you’ve been?” He nodded, and my hand shot up to his throat, gripping hard. He gasped for breath, but I didn’t release him. Not yet.
“I said, you’ve been very bad. I’m very disappointed.”
“I’m sorry... master,” he replied, the muscles of his throat pulsing against my hand. I smiled.
“Are you? Somehow, I don’t quite believe you. I suggest you prove how sorry you are.”
He nodded slightly, the only movement he could manage with the iron grip I had on him. I leaned down and brushed my lips over his. I felt heat as his tongue flicked across my lips, and I pulled back again. “You’ve got a very talented mouth, slave, but I have a better use for it than that. On your knees.”
His eyes widened as I released him, but ever submissive, he immediately dropped to his knees. I slid my hand into his soft dark hair as he ran his hands up my thighs and looked up at me, his eyes like molten chocolate—deep, dark, and decadent, just like him. I kept my gaze locked on his as I heard the click of my belt and felt him slide my clothing down. I was already hard at the thought of this delicious man on his knees for me, and a groan slipped out as he leaned forward and ran his tongue around the head of my cock.
His tongue flicked over my skin, dancing here and there, and I realised he was teasing me. “Keep going like that, and you can expect to pay for it,” I warned him darkly. He grinned. “Now, Zayn. I want those lips around my cock.”
He complied, and I let out a breath as I felt the warmth of his mouth slide over my shaft. Desire flooded through me, as well as a need to take what was mine, what I had been missing for so long.
“Enough playing,” I muttered, tightening my grip in his hair as I thrust into his mouth. He moaned as I pulled on his hair, forcing his head back so his mouth and throat aligned nicely. I began to fuck his mouth slowly, drawing out then plunging back in as deeply as I could. He gasped for breath and swallowed, and I felt the muscles contract around me. I’d intended for it to be a lesson, he needed to know his place, but then again, he was partial to a little bit of pain.
He adjusted slightly, taking me in deeper, and I set a punishing rhythm, driving myself into his mouth over and over. “Zayn... Fuck... I’ve missed this,” I said. “I’ve missed you.”
He moaned, and I looked down at him. “I want to see your cock in your hand, Zayn. Take it out, but don’t come.”
A sound came from his throat, but whether it was from relief or frustration, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I watched as he pulled his dick free from his clothing, closing his fist around its length. His moan as he worked himself reverberated through his mouth, and I closed my eyes, revelling in it.
“I can’t wait, Zayn. I can’t wait to find her and show what we do together. I can’t wait to see what she lets us do to her this time.”
Possible scenarios danced through my mind, visions of him and her together, obeying my commands as they took their pleasure for my enjoyment. I couldn’t hold on much longer, it had been too long, and damn, I wanted him. I reached down and cupped his face in my hands. He stilled with his lips around my cock, and I held him for a moment, committing the image to my memory.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth. I’m going to do it hard and fast, and then you’re going to take all of me. I want to see my cum on your lips and tongue before I allow you to come too.” I didn’t give him any time to react before I slammed into him. He took it, holding onto my thighs to steady himself, and I gripped his hair tightly, fucking him harder and harder.
I was rough, but he loved it that way, and I was always consciously waiting for the double tap on my thigh that meant enough, but it never came. His eyes remained locked on mine as I took him, my slave, my love, again and again and again, until I was spilling my seed down his throat with a roar of release that had been decades in the making.
