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The orgasm rattles me to my core, my body twitching and convulsing wildly as I spill inside of him. It’s the first time in my forty years of life that I’ve come inside another person, and man, have I been missing out.
Thorn’s body is tight and warm and so damn soft. He milks every drop from me, holding my wrist to his mouth. Ishe kissing me? I don’t know. I can only feel the epicenter of pleasure between my legs right now.
When the aftershocks finally subside and my softening cock threatens to slide out of him, Thorn lies us down while managing to keep me inside him. He lifts my arm to wrap it around his waist, and I almost laugh at how ridiculous I must look spooning this giant of a man.
I play with the hair on his chest as a too-big feeling spreads through me, squeezing around my heart. Relaxed and happy for the first time in ages, I nuzzle the back of his neck.
“I want to stay here forever,” I whisper. “Inside you like this. Maybe my luck is changing and I found the guy for me. I’m totally falling in love with you, Thorn.”
Slight panic registers in my mind, but it’s pushed away quickly enough, replaced by the euphoria of the moment. If Thorn says anything or reacts, I wouldn’t know. I close my eyes, too exhausted to do or say another thing.
Thorn… What a man.
Chapter 14
THORN
Oh no. No. This is not happening.
Falling in love? Stupid potion. Stupid me. I can’t hurt Kyson, but I am absolutely not the man to fall in love with.
I slip out of bed and throw on my jeans before ducking out of my apartment in search of a brother to talk some sense into me. The common area is silent, my brothers having retreated to their units for the night.
Shaking my arms to get rid of my excess energy does nothing, so I return to my apartment and finish getting dressed. I’ll go out and look for a way to vent my panic. Nothing like spilling the blood of an asshole to gain perspective. When I peek into the bedroom, Kyson is sleeping soundly, and something in my chest tightens. He’s so pretty and soft and sweet. Ugh. I’m going to destroy him if I’m not careful. I promised him I wouldn’t.
On my way out the door, I grab my special custom jacket. I feel like fucking shit up tonight. Once outside, I choose to walk, if that’s what you call what I do. It’s more like a combination of running and jumping, and it helps when I have too many feelings swirling inside me.
A few minutes later, I stop on top of a building near theshit part of town, where I can always find someone who needs a lesson. It’s quiet below, giving me a moment to reminisce. So many years have gone by since the fateful night I stepped into Yves’s life, but sometimes the memories feel fresh.
He warned me that my truest nature would dominate once my mortal sensibilities were removed, and he wasn’t kidding. I’ve been nothing but hell on wheels for centuries now, with zero signs of slowing down.
Maybe that’s why the thought of settling down with one person has never fit well. Like a too-tight shirt, it seems constricting and uncomfortable. Regardless of my brothers finding love with their mates, it hasn’t changed my mind.
The only change for me is the lack of companionship. Yves has been somewhat reclusive for years now, but I could always count on my other brothers to keep me company. Now I’ve lost them too.
My thoughts drift to the pretty man in my bed right now. Kyson is adorable and a surprisingly good match to my energy, but the potion showed what’s in his heart, and he wants to be in love. I’m the worst possible candidate for that, so what the fuck do I do now?
My attention shifts to the sound of a person running down the dark alley as if fleeing danger. I leap down, placing myself in front of them just as they turn back. The person runs straight into me, gasping and flailing their arms.
“Shh,” I whisper, grabbing the person’s arms. “What’s going on?”
The person, possibly a young man, stares up at me with wide eyes darkened by bruises. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Greer?”
He nods, exhaling as he slumps slightly in my grasp.
“What happened to you?” The normally pretty man is hardly recognizable, with too much makeup on in an attempt to hide his bruises, and recently dyed blond hair.
“Had a rough John last week. I got away though, and he’s gonna have a scar to explain.”
I nod, frowning. “Who are you running from now?”
“This bad dude. We call him Van. He drives a blue van and cruises looking for people to beat up for no reason.”
I narrow my eyes. “Come again?”
“Mostly the homeless folks. He seems to have some kind of issue with them. Rumor has it he might be responsible for some of the missing people the last couple of months.”