“What is that? Is it garlic?” Meg asks, the yearning in her voice amusing.
“Oh yeah, a whole garlic flatbread alongside an extra-large pizza.” I goad her. She goes silent for a moment, so I take a bite and moan exaggeratingly.
“Is it doughy?” She calls back, a smile pulls at my lips.
“So damn doughy, and cheesy too,” I reply, not realising how much I’ve missed a bit of banter like this lately.
“Are there any dips?” I can’t help but laugh, listing all the types of dips I’ve been supplied with. She must be starving too, the part of my conscience not wanting to take her to Chicago already on her death bed niggling me. Ray needs her for his revenge scheme, so I’d better ensure she makes it.
Opening the door separating us with a slice in my hand, I take in her sagged body, only the restraints holding her upright in a tight vest and leggings. Her eyes immediately land on the pizza, but she doesn’t plead like I expected. Like I wanted. Unhurriedly taking a large bite, she licks her lips and swallows thickly. I continue eating, refusing to give her any until she’s at my mercy, begging for the scraps I’m willing to give her.
The last bite of pizza goes into my mouth, only the curved crust remaining between my fingertips when she huffs and looks away. She’s headstrong, I’ll give her that, but stubborn as an ox too. Rolling my eyes, I walk over and hold the dry crust to her lips. Hesitating briefly, she gradually eases her mouth over the crust and bites off half, her lips brushing my fingers. Her eyes roll back and she groans loudly, my dick jerking at the sight. A memory from the Sinergy nightclub drifts to the forefront of my mind, Meg’s lithe body pressed between me and the railing, her mouth feasting hungrily on mine.
The second she has swallowed, I shove the rest of the hardened dough into her mouth and stalk out of the room, once again shutting her out of sight. Note to self – never do that again. I must really be desperate if such a simple action has twisted me tighter than corkscrew. The pizza boxes across the bed no longer hold any appeal to me, my appetite shifting to something much leaner and brunette. Not to mention forbidden. Refocusing on the plans for tomorrow, I clear the bed and strip before slipping beneath the cover. Step one deliver Meg to Ray. Step two find Rachel. Step three get laid – not particularly in that order. But right now, I fist my dick in my hand and begin to pump furiously, giving my disobedient cock its one and only release for the girl behind the door.
Dax
Avery hasn’t uttered a word since slipping back into the passenger seat of Huxley’s Nissan, her expression closed off and unreadable. I shift uncomfortably, gripping the steering wheel with sweaty palms and the biggest impulse to poke the bear cub sitting beside me. It’s when she’s quiet like this I worry the most, needing to know what dark track her thoughts are leading her down. I’m well aware she hates me for my actions last night, but I won’t apologise for them. In fact, I would do the exact same all over again, except I would have dragged Meg into the panic room too if I’d known how it was going to play out.
The moment Avery joined The Shadowed Souls, she had my vow to protect her always, but more than that, I needed to shield her. It was a necessity she’s wasn’t taken by those thugs, that she never felt any form of suffering again. But I’ve still failed on that front. She’s more precious to me than she’ll ever realise, her soul is calling to me to put it back together like a jigsaw and cherish until my dying breath. Call me selfish but being hated by Avery is better than not having her around at all. My heart squeezes every time I think of what could have happened, where she might have been taken.
Leaving the small town far behind and flying down the freeway in the fast lane, the wind blows through my open window and bounces my hair around wildly. Huxley’s waves are also swaying in all directions in the back seat, in my rear view in the mirror is just his blonde locks creating their own tornado. The sign up ahead shows we’re approaching our turning so I slide over the empty lanes and veer off. Entering a thriving city of high-rise buildings and people in every crevasse, heavy traffic transports me back to civilization. Horns blare when the lead car fails to shoot through the green traffic light the second it changes, suited businesspeople in such a rush they play chicken dodging through the moving vehicles. My hands grip the wheel tightly as I’m forced to relax my speed, my chest aching to get to Axel.
Navigating through winding streets and confusing crossroads, finally a grey building looms in the distance, several storeys high with a giant H in the top corner. An ambulance
