His fingers twitch like he wishes he could reach for me, and a tiny part of me wishes for it too. Maybe one day.
I groan and slam into him one more time, and my cock starts to pulse, pleasure rushing through me so intensely that I forget to breathe as I grind my hips against his ass, filling him with rope after rope of my cum, breeding him just the way he likes.
He screams my name again, and the hot, wet splash of his cum hits my stomach. We drag our mouths against each other in a not-quite kiss, panting against each other’s lips and makingunintelligible sounds between our gasps and moans until I collapse on top of him.
ALESSIO
Spettro unhooks my hands from the headboard but leaves them bound, which is just fine with me. It’s easier to remember not to touch him if I don’t have the option. He stays lying on top of me though, which is also more than fine with me. Everything about him is so dominant and imposing that it’s surprising to feel how light he is with his body limp on top of me, both of us catching our breath, our skin sweaty and sticky with cum.
He leaves his softening cock inside me as long as he can, canting his hips every so often so I can feel it tug against my tender hole. When it finally slips out, we both groan, and I clench against the gush of his cum spilling out.
“I died seven years ago at the hands of the Sleepless Reapers,” he says unexpectedly, drawing absent little circles with his fingers on my shoulder and looking at the wall instead of at me.
I nod because I got that much from the remarks he’s made and what I overheard last night.
“I don’t know how the paramedics found me in time and managed to bring me back, but I woke up in a hospital. I didn’t remember anything at the time; not how I got there or even who I was. They had to tell me that I’d overdosed. The nurse wouldn’t even tell me about my other injuries. The doctor had to tell me about those.” His jaw ticks and my whole body stiffens.
I’m glad my hands are still tied, because I don’t think I’d be able to resist the urge to touch him, to try to comfort him if they weren’t.
“I still don’t know much,” he goes on. “I don’t remember my name or much of anything from before. The only thing I remember is the Sleepless Reapers and what they did to me.”
“That’s why you’re killing them.”
He nods.
“And that drawing I saw last night?” I ask.
Spettro shrugs. “It’s just a face I remember. I don’t know who he is or how I know him, I just dream about his face.”
A jealous feeling tugs at my chest, but I do my best to bury it. It doesn’t matter who that person was to him. That was a different lifetime for him, and he’s mine now. He said it himself, and I plan to hold him to it.
“The Reapers are already on our shit list. They have been for a while now.”
He frowns and finally drags his gaze to my face. “So why are you all looking for me?”
“I told you, you’ve been too sloppy.”
“Well, shit, that’s easy to solve. Let me talk to Lorenzo and I’ll explain everything.”
My stomach clenches with worry, but before I can say anything, my phone buzzes on the nightstand.
“I have to get that.”
Spettro undoes the belt around my wrists and climbs out of bed. He wanders into the bathroom while I grab my phone. Xaviaro’s name is on the screen, and my stomach squirms with a small amount of guilt knowing I’m likely going to have to lie to him until I can figure out exactly how to approach this whole mess. It would be fucking great if Declan would turn up so Lorenzo can stop being so pissy. That would really make this whole situation easier.
“Yeah?” I answer.
“Hey, I think I might have a lead.”
My stomach clenches and I swallow hard.
“Oh yeah?” Fuck, I hope my voice doesn’t sound as tight over the phone as it does to me.
“Yeah,” he says in that monosyllabic way of his.
“Am I supposed to guess, or did you want to text me another cryptic chain of emojis like the world’s shittiest game of Pictionary?”
Spettro steps back out of the bathroom and starts pulling fresh clothes out of his backpack. Nerves flutter in my stomach. Is he leaving? Is he pissed that I said he’s been too sloppy with his kills? Fuck, Xav is still talking.