Quiver, Book Seven

by Laura Avery

He smirked as if he could read my thoughts.

  “What can I get you?”

  “I’m anxious,” he supplied. “I want to get up and kill someone.”

  “You can’t,” I pleaded. “You’re still hurt!”

  He pushed his back up into the headboard. “Sitting here and doing nothing is going to drive me crazy, lamb, I need to do something about what happened. I need…”

  “You need revenge,” I cut him off. “I know and there will be plenty of time for that after you have fully recovered.” I reached around the back of him and fluffed his pillows a few times.

  “It’s cute.”

  “What is?”

  “You thinking you’re in control.” He ran his hand over my chin and tilted it down so that he could see through my eyes. “When we both know you do what the fuck I say.”

  I averted my eyes guiltily. He wasn’t wrong.

  “But if you really want to stop me from getting up and putting someone into a shallow grave then…” he pushed his hand around to the back of my neck and yanked me toward him. “You should probably help me take my aggression out in other ways.”

  He was surprisingly strong for someone who had just been stabbed two days earlier. “What kind of other ways?” I asked nervously. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. Jackson had already had my body but it wasn’t like I was used to it. To be honest, I was still finding it hard to believe that he got as turned on by me as I did by him.

  “You know.” He pushed his blanket to the side, revealing a tent-sized shape through his boxers. “Take my mind off how bad I want to jump out of this bed and destroy that mother fucker.”

  Oh, wow, he was really hard.

  “How would I do that?” I asked even though it was obvious.

  “Oh, my little lamb,” he whispered; moving his finger over my bottom lip and tugging on it so hard I flinched. “I love how you still act all coy, like you have no idea I want you to shove my huge cock so far down your throat that you fucking choke on it.”

  I flushed a deep crimson and ran my tongue over the edge of his finger unintentionally. Tasting even the slightest part of his skin made the heat between my legs rise, begging for some relief.

  “Jackson,” I whimpered. “You’re still hurt... we shouldn’t.”

  “I’m not so sure he agrees,” he gestured downward to his massive hard on. “I’m pretty sure he’s been rock hard for the past three days, little lamb, just waiting for some of your sweet relief, craving that tight little cunt to stretch out around him.” He pushed my head roughly to the side. “So, I think you should be a good girl and give him exactly what he wants.”

  I closed my eyes and let the steam he was vibrating off and shoving into my body wash over me. God, I wanted him, I wanted him so bad that it physically hurt. I had so many questions, so many things I wanted to talk to him about, but all the things that once seemed so big were clouded by the overwhelming need I had to touch him, to taste him, to take away any kind of pain he had been through in the last three days.

  I loved turning him on.

  I loved satisfying him.

  If it could be a full-time job, I would gladly take it.

  “I’m worried about your cut opening up,” I whispered.

  “Then you better do most of the work, baby.” He grinned and pushed his hand over my neck, pulling my face toward him and crushing his lips on top of mine roughly. He tasted the same, like danger, mint, and sex. I pushed my tongue against his lips and inhaled his bottom pillow, biting down on it lightly. He returned the favor by taking my own lip between his teeth and shoving down so hard on it that my knees quivered.

  He pushed his grip tighter into my neck and deepened our kiss, shoving his tongue inside of my mouth hungrily as he dominated my lips with his. He groaned heavily and I swear I could feel his cock jerk harder under my thigh. It was thrilling knowing he wanted me as bad as I wanted him, emotionally stimulating knowing that I had that kind of hold on his body.

  He tore his lips off mine and grabbed my hand, shoving it downward until it was gripping his manhood. “Now show me just how much that good girl mouth missed me, my little lamb.”

  I pushed my other hand down on the bed, trying to prop myself up and ended up cringing. I had forgotten how much it ached when I put too much weight on it. It had heeled a lot in the past few days but Carl had to snap the bone back in place. It hurt worse than I thought but at least my hand was still functional.

  Jackson’s eyes narrowed and he pulled my body off him, pushing his grip into my banged hand. His jaw tensed immediately. “Emery, what happened to your hand?”

  “It’s fine,” I assured him. “It’s nothing.”

  He turned my wrist over, searching the bone. “I didn’t ask you if it was fine. I asked you what happened.” He slipped the fingers of his other hand back under my chin when I refused to look at him and forced my eyes into his. “Tell me what happened.”

  “I tried to get out of the handcuffs when Cameron was on top of you,” I admitted softly. “I was trying to snap my wrist back and then I made it worse by banging against the shelf to draw attention to us.”

  His eyes grew dark and his chin rose. “You did this over me?”

  “No. I mean, yes.” My thoughts felt hazy. “I mean, it’s confusing.”

  “It’s not confusing,” he snapped. “There are certain risks that come from being around me, Emery. I can’t tolerate you trying to play a part that could put your life in danger, especially over me.” Concern combined with anger radiated off of his body. “It’s not acceptable, do you understand me?” He ran his thumb over my bandaged arm.

  “Yes,” I told him because it was what I did. Disagreeing with him would only send him even further over the edge, pushing him further into a state of despair and a rage of anger I wasn’t sure I would be able to help him out of after everything he had been through.

  The truth, of course, was something so far from what I promised it could have been considered a pure dishonesty on my part. The facts lingered all over me, making their way through my blood and landing in the center of my heart. I would let myself die before I let anything happen to him. He might have been damaged and dysfunctional but he was addicting and consuming, too. And the truth was that being around him these past few weeks made me feel more alive than I had in my entire life.

  And I wasn’t ready to be dead again.

  I never wanted to be dead again.

  “Good,” he said, his tone still laced with anger. The eagerness for what we were about to just do had disappeared and he was back to sounding anxious and ready to murder someone. “Does it hurt? And don’t lie to me,” he added, reading my thoughts right away.

  I pulled my hand back. “I-It did. Not so much anymore.”

  “I can’t wait to kill him.” He closed his eyes and pushed his head back onto the frame of his bed, sighing deeply. “I’m going to dream about killing him every second until I can actually make it a reality.”

  I knew he was spiraling, his brain spinning out into the fantasy of his favorite pastime, pain and revenge. I knew if I let him start to slip too far into that mindset it would be hard to pull him out of it, a deep challenge to get his adrenalin back down enough to make him somewhat calm again.

  I moved forward again, pressing my good hand against his groin and looking up at him bravely. “Let me help you forget,” I whispered. “Let me help you feel good.”

  His eyes lingered on my hand before a slow grin started to spread slyly across his lips. “Is that what you want, my little lamb? To taste my huge cock, roll it back and forth over that thick tongue of yours?”

  I nodded eagerly. “Y-Yes, I want it.”

  “How bad?” he prompted.

  I glanced up at him and answered honestly. “So bad it aches.”

  For once in my life, I had said the right thing. Glee crept into Jackson’s eyes, overpowering the rage and then something else; something even more powerful than his anger. Hunger. “Well, then, you really do have
a filthy mind, don’t you, Emery?”

  It took me a second to realize he was waiting for an actual answer. I should have known better by now. Jackson didn’t want to tell me all the dirty things I was, he wanted me to admit them out loud. The control over even my words brought him such an intense satisfaction. He got off on it just as much as he got off on what we did physically.

  He owned me in every sense of the word and he knew it.

  “Say it,” he barked and it was the first time I had heard him sound like his old self since he had fully woken up. He grabbed my hand and moved it down to his crotch, pushing my fingers back and forth over his rigid and throbbing cock. “I said, tell me what a filthy mind you have, Emery.” He sped up my hand movements, allowing himself to start slowly getting off. His chest was rising and lowering faster with each passing second.

  And that made two of us. Gone was the modesty that had been resting between my legs and in its place was a deep seeded need to have him in every way possible. He needed this, he needed me to distract him from the demons consuming his mind by using my body.

  It was startling to realize just how much I longed to help.

  “I have a dirty mind, Jackson,” I inhaled.

  “Yeah you do,” he grinned and shoved my hand down the front of his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his huge shaft as he started to use my hand to jerk himself off rapidly. “Now the only question is, what’s dirtier, little lamb, your mind or your mouth?”

  I gasped loudly and then snapped my mouth shut. I wanted to do whatever he said so badly, I wanted to satisfy him, but he had just been through something traumatic, something awful. I knew that he should be resting, distracting him with sexual demanding activity was sure to put his already bruised body even further through it. “Jackson,” I mumbled, trying to find the emotional strength to pull my hand away from his throbbing hot skin. “We shouldn’t. You should be resting.”

  “Oh, we should,” he moaned.

  “But you should rest…”

  “I’ll tell you what the fuck I should or shouldn’t do,” he growled as he kept moving my hand over him faster and faster. “And I’ll tell you what the fuck you should or shouldn’t do while I’m at it.” He leaned back again and closed his eyes before moaning loudly. “Fuck, you made me so fucking hard, Emery. You see what you did? Now it’s your job to take care of it like a good girl.” He grinned at me. “It’s only fair.”

  The spot between my legs ached, liquid was forming there at top speed. “O-Okay.” I hesitated when I saw the look in his eye. “I mean, yes, Jackson. You’re right, you’re always right.”

  He pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Good girl, lamb. Now answer my question. What’s more filthy, your mind or that wet little mouth of yours, huh?”

  I bit down on my lip slowly. “My mouth?”

  He smirked. “Yeah? Show me just how filthy that mouth can get, Emery.”

  He shoved my head down into his lap.

  God, it was going to be a long night.

  Chapter Four

  “No one else will ever be inside of you.”

  EMERY

  Tasting Jackson again was like coming home after being stranded in the desert for weeks without a drop of water. It was exciting and satisfying and everything I had imagined it would be. It had only been three days since I tasted him but I felt like the drought had carried on for weeks, dehydrating all my senses minute by minute. Jackson was slowly bringing me back to life. Maybe that was why I was going to crazy on him.

  I felt like a bobblehead, moving up and down by springs that knew no pain. Jackson’s hand dug into the back of my neck as he grunted over me. “Oh, fuck, Emery, you really do have a dirty mouth don’t you?”

  I bathed in his approval, getting so lost in it that it took over my body.

  “You like that, baby?” he moaned. “You like sucking on my big, hard cock?” He groaned when I moaned my response, still sucking him dry. “Oh, fuck yeah, Emery, suck that hard cock like you mean it.” He was petting my hair forcefully but tenderly at the same time; as if he was a proud owner and I was doing right by him.

  I could feel the spit in my mouth forming so rapidly that it had no choice but to fall down my mouth and lather his cock fully. Jackson loved it, holding my head firmly in place and letting my spit fall freely. The action caused me to gag and spring back slightly.

  He held me in place and growled. “Yeah, gag on that cock just like a good fucking slut would, Emery.” He pushed my head up and down so fast I could barely see straight. “My own personal fucking slut, Emery, you’re all mine. You belong to me.”

  The words made me try harder, I liked the thought of being his. That was all I had ever wanted, it had just taken me forever to finally admit it. The only thing I wanted more than to be his was for him to be mine in return. I wanted us tethered to each other so deeply that neither one of us would be able to function without the other.

  I started coughing heavily, unable to hold onto air any longer thanks to the large object logged in my throat. Jackson growled and sprung my head off his cock, using his strength to flip my body over so that I was flat on my back, looking up at him.

  He looked surprisingly functional for someone who had just been stabbed in his stomach. My eyes immediately went to his wound but before I could open my mouth Jackson had my hands above my head, pinned to the mattress. “Don’t move,” he ordered before kissing me roughly.

  He took his lips off mine and ripped open the front of my robe, revealing my pink bra and panties. He eye fucked every inch of my body before pulling my breasts roughly out of my bra and letting them hang over the fabric. “What are you trying to do to me?” he mumbled.

  I wasn’t sure if he was talking to himself or me but the ache between my legs was answer enough. Clearly, I was trying to drive him as crazy as he was making me. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to have every inch of his skin wrapped around me while I panted in pleasure for hours. I went for his arms, desperate to remember those perfect muscles.

  Jackson pushed my hands back above my head roughly, careful not to touch the part of my wrist that had been wounded. “I want you to keep your hands right there while I have a little fun with you, lamb.” He kissed me again, softer this time. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  “Good. Now close your eyes.”

  I obeyed immediately. My body was quivering with anticipation, wondering what was going to happen next. I could hear a slight movement next to us and my heart started thumbing harder in my chest. “Jackson? What are you doing?”

  “Shh,” he soothed me. “Just relax.”

  His body was over me, hovering. “Jackson? I…”

  “Keep your eyes closed.” He pushed my hair out of my face and a second later I felt something cold run up and down my neck. “Don’t open your eyes, pet,” he reminded me again.

  I used all my self-control to keep my eyelids snapped together. It was a challenge since a shiver was taking over every inch of my body. “What? What is that?” I gasped, thrusting my legs together as the coldness traveled down my neck to the top of my breasts.

  Jackson chuckled evilly. “Look at those nipples, already hard, Emery.”

  “W-What are you doing to me?” I managed to ask as I felt his fingertips flick back and forth over my nipples. I grunted loudly and risked flicking my eyelids open even though I knew it was against the rules. My gaze immediately went to the ice cube Jackson had between his fingers. “Oh.”

  Jackson looked at me and shook his head, pushing the ice hard against my nipple, causing it to grow even harder within seconds. “You need to fight your urges, Emery.” He pushed my hand back in place, noticing it had started to slink down when I hadn’t. “Show me that you can be a good girl and obey me like a good little pet.”

  I struggled to keep my hands in place, not because it was uncomfortable, but because the things he was doing with that ice cube ware causing my body to shake like a leaf. He took one of
my nipples into his mouth and started sucking roughly while he drenched my other one in the ice, letting it start to melt slowly.

  “Oh. Oh, no,” I gasped as my toes started to curl into the sheets.

  “Yeah, that’s it, let go, Emery. Don’t fight it, don’t fight what you like.” The ice cube was moving downward now, tracing liquid across my stomach and belly button before stopping just above my panties. My nipple was inside of Jackson’s mouth again as he looked up at me, sucking tenderly. He let his hand linger above my panties, making no effort to move downward. He was teasing me, letting the anticipation build until I broke and started to beg. “Mmm,” he moaned in pleasure against my nipple. “You taste so fucking sweet, pet.”

  My knees lunged forward without my permission and I cried out loudly. “Jackson,” I whimpered. “I can’t… you have to stop or I’m going to cum all over the inside of my panties.”

  “You better fucking not,” he warned me. “You better control yourself until I give you permission to cum, do you understand me, Emery? I’m not going to tolerate you disobeying me today.”

  “Then please,” I begged.

  “Please what?” he urged me. “What do you want, Emery?”

  “I want you inside of me, Jackson,” I hollered.

  “Then say please like a good lamb.”

  “Please! Fuck, please!”

  Jackson pushed my panties down to my knees roughly and shoved his hand between my legs, tracing what was left of the ice cube roughly up and down my slit. His strokes were hard but slow at first then he started picking up the speed, slicking back and forth and side to side faster and faster until I knew I was going to burst all over his hands.

  “No,” he snapped, reading my thoughts. “You fuck my hand until this ice cube is completely melted against that cunt, Emery.” He flicked one of his fingers inside of me, still using the coldness of the ice to tease me on the outside. “Yeah, just like that, show me how good you can take orders, Emery, rub that tight pussy all over my fingers.”

  My body was high above the bed, floating on a cloud of desire that was about to erupt at the center. I wasn’t sure I had much more holding out inside of me, I needed to release. Jackson was too good with his hands. He was too spot on at knowing just what I needed.