Page 25 of Where Demons Hide


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That is my peace.

She’s on her stomach. The comforter has ridden down to her waist in the night, exposing her bare back and her tits pressed against the mattress. The morning sun creeps in and bounces off her golden-blonde hair spread out across the pillow. For years I’ve watched her walk around with a pain in her eyes, a sadness put there by loneliness.

I’m here now.

No more sadness.

No more loneliness.

She looks… happy. Content. Satisfied.

I did that.

Me.

I wasted too much time watching her from the shadows, thinking that was the only way to keep her safe. I stayed in the background while she was with Reid because that’s where I thought I belonged. Then, seeing her with Jaxon made me realize I didn’t want anyone’s hands on her but mine. No one is going to taste her but me. Her moans, her body, that sweet little cunt is all for me.

Now, I have her. She’s still not safe, not completely. But she’s mine.

I’ll wage wars, fire bullets, sharpen my blade on a motherfucker’s throat, burn the whole goddamn world to the ground—whatever it takes to protect her.

No one messes with what’s mine.

I know what I’m going back home to. There will be a war, and I don’t know if I’ll make it out alive. I do know I won’t go down without a fight. Every time I think about the future, my chest aches so badly I can’t breathe. I see it on her face sometimes that I’m suffocating her. All I want to do is keep her safe.

I brought her here so we could both escape, even if it’s only for a few days.

The urge to touch her is too strong. I reach out and trail my fingertip over her shoulder and down her arm, smiling when goosebumps scatter over her skin. Her lips part, and her eyes flutter open.

And then she smiles. It’s one of those lazy morning grins, but goddamn it’s beautiful. I want those lips on my cock.

“Good morning, angel,” I say, soft and low as I sweep her hair from the side of her face.

She turns onto her back, putting those perfect tits on display. And when she reaches to pull the sheet up over her naked body, I grip her wrist and pin it above her head.

With my other hand, I throw the rest of the covers off, and her breath hitches.It’s okay, sweetness. I’m about to warm you up.

She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip when she glances down and sees the way my dick is fighting to break free of my underwear.

“I have a canoe coming to bring us breakfast at nine o’clock.” I glance out the window, through the sheer white curtains as if I need to see if he’s close. I don’t. I know exactly what time it is. I settle between her legs, then rub my cock over her pussy. “That gives me approximately ten minutes to make you come.”

By the look in her eyes and the whimper that just left her lips, it won’t take nearly that long.

18

Makenna

We strolled black sand beaches, watched waterfalls, and went snorkeling in colorful coral reefs. Callisto showed me a side of himself that I doubt many people get to see. He was relaxed and playful, and the perfect combination of tender and dominant. I never wanted to leave.

Taking blood pressure, completing medical charts, and filling out job applications seems so mundane now. We’ve only been back one day, and I want to escape again. I want to stand in the rain with Callisto, bury my face in the curve of his neck, breathe him in and never come up for air. I want to crawl inside of him and stay in the refuge of his strength.

But he’s at work.

I’m leaving work.

And we have to exist in the real world.

“Holy fucking shit,” Brynn’s voice screeches over my Bluetooth.

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