Page 131 of The Silencer
This is obsession, feral and deep. I need him more than I need to breathe.
My mouth surrounds his cockhead and I suck on it, letting it sit on my tongue, my eyes meeting Tatum’s as he gasps above me. His good hand tightens on me, digging into my scalp as I suck him down, taking him as far as I can go before he hits the back of my throat. I swallow around his length before pulling off and doing it all over again, an endless loop until he’s chanting my name.
“Anthony—wait. I—” His voice cracks as he yanks on my hair, but I hollow out my cheeks, making sure that he can’t pull me off, and I feel his legs tremble, his back arching off the bed as his cock erupts in my mouth. I taste him for a moment before swallowing it, licking my lips and moving up to lie at his side, brushing kisses up his neck and jaw.
“That was…oh my god, I’m so glad I’m alive.”
“Me too, my little light. Me too.”
He snuggles up to me, and I take his hand in mine, kissing the bandaged bit as gently as I can.
“I want you to know that I have him. Below,” I say, and Tatum wiggles against me, his eyes meeting mine.
“Are you making him hurt?” he asks, and I nod, kissing the tip of his nose.
“He is praying for death. But I won’t let him.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because he touched what is mine. He hurt you. He won’t live through it but he will suffer greatly first.”
“How long will you keep him alive?”
“A few days.” His leg rests over mine, and he nuzzles against my chest.
“If I want to, can I have a go at him?”
My heart thumps in my chest and lust flares through me.
“Whatever you want.”
“I’ll think on it.”
“You take all the time you need.”
Just as I say that there’s a knock on the door. I sigh, pulling the sheets over Tatum and pulling us both up so we’re sitting against the headboard.
“Come in.”
Teddy peers through the opening, and when he sees we’re decent he strides in.
He’s wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt, which is out of character for him, but he’s still healing from his gunshot wound.
He wanders up to the bed, and I can see his cheeks flaming. With a down-turned stare, he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and hands them to Tatum.
Tatum gasps and reaches for them, placing his nose right inside the colorful arrangement and grinning.
“This is so nice, Teddy. Thank you.”
He beams up at him, and Teddy’s cheeks flush darker. Something ugly wells up within me, but I tamp it down. Somehow, Tatum’s managed to wriggle himself into everyone’s hearts. It’s not his fault they all want him, that they’re all overly protective.
This is good. It means more are willing to die for him.
“Anthony, can Teddy join us for a bit?”
I stare at him, my eye twitching. I know it’s platonic, but good fuck, I don’t want to share right now. I just got him back. But then again, I always want him happy.
“Are you serious?”