Finding Maddox (The Road to Truth Book 3)
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“You took longer than I expected.” She turns her attention back to her phone. Like she doesn’t even care that I’ve walked in. I know that’s not true. Her breathing quickened when I entered, and her fingers are trembling. And I can smell her arousal. Vampire skills.
“I’m going to get a shower, so you’ll have to wait longer.” Why do I say shit like that? Mean shit comes out of my mouth and I don’t even try. I want to be the nice, sweet, romantic one, but damn, it just isn’t me. I try and try, but it doesn’t work.
“No,” she says suddenly.
“No? What do you mean no?” I ask, dropping my bag to the foot of the bed, placing my hands on my hips.
She licks her lips, and her eyes look me up and down. “You’re like, really fucking hot like that. All sweaty...” Her comment causes a smile to appear on my lips and for me to change my mind. I guess I won’t be showering then.
I pull the sleeveless shirt over my head and drop it to the ground. “Like this?” I ask, continuing to give her a smirk.
She nods her head slowly, innocently. My eyes go to her perfectly round ass, and I picture my cock between her cheeks. There is no hiding how hard my dick is right now, and I don’t care. It seems she’s caught on to it, and I know she’s licking her lips because she wants it in her mouth.
She rolls over and slides to sit on the edge of the bed. Her fingers reach into the waistband of my shorts and she pulls me closer to her. My eyes never leaving hers. My mind goes back to last night – me tasting her blood. She tastes better than anyone I have ever drank from before. It’s posing a problem, because right now all I’m thinking about is tasting more. Needing more. I can’t lose control. I can’t become the monster that I fear I will be.
Weekly. That’s the deal. That’s all I need to survive.
Survival. That’s what it’s for. That’s it.
She pulls the front part of my shorts down, freeing my cock. A groan sounds in my chest as her fingers wrap around the base. She grasps it firmly, yet gently and strokes all the way to the tip. After last night, I should be good to last longer today. Plus, I’m not feeding. That turns me on more, making it harder to last. I only know that from my experiences with Lenny. I’ve never fed from anyone outside of the guys, not since… well, that doesn’t matter.
She opens her mouth, sticks her tongue out and drags it around the crown. Another groan escapes my throat. My hand wraps in her hair, grabbing a fist full. When she goes in for another taste, I pull her head closer and press my dick further down her throat. She lets me.
No gag reflex. Fuck, that’s so hot.
I push further and further until I can’t go anymore. My cock reaches the back of her throat, the warm, wetness of her mouth enveloping my length. I let it rest there for a moment before pulling out slowly. She gasps for breath, her eyes watering, but she wants more. I can see it in her eyes. So, I do it again. Her fingers dig into my thighs, the slight pain heightening the pleasure. I move my hips forward and backward, moving in and out of her mouth. Her perfect little mouth.
She reaches her hand up to stroke me as she sucks on the head. She can’t fit the whole thing in her mouth, no matter how hard I try, but that only turns me on more. I throw my head back and let out a long breath as she focuses her mouth on the underside.
Okay, maybe I won’t be lasting all that long. Not if she’s this good with her mouth.
She works my cock good. She knows what she’s doing, that’s certain. Nothing worse than getting a bad blowjob, full of teeth and not enough spit.
When she starts moaning, that’s it for me. My cock hardens at her sounds, and in return she just makes more. The vibrations of her moans cause shivers up my spine, and an orgasm to build. I move my hips faster, she sucks harder. My hand stays on the back of her head holding her steady so I can fuck her mouth good.
“You’re going to make me come in that pretty little mouth of yours. You ready for that?” I ask. She makes a sound that tells me yes. She wants it. So, I give it to her. One more pump and I still myself inside her, my release pumping out of me and into her mouth, down her throat. She takes it like a pro, swallowing every last fucking drop.
She lets my cock out of her mouth with a pop and licks her lips clean, looking up at me seductively. I’m still hard, and I’m ready for round two. I move my hand from her hair and down to her chest, I push her onto the bed and get onto my knees. I pull her panties to the side and taste her without hesitation. She’s wet and ready for me. Sucking cock turns her on. Good to know. She tastes like fucking heaven. Her pussy is perfect, tight and small. My tongue licks up from her tight opening, to her swollen clit. I suck it into my mouth gently and nip before letting it go.
The thought of my teeth sinking into her right now to taste her sweet blood, is overwhelming. I need more of it. I don’t think I can go without it. I feel the darkness that I keep hidden trying to pull forward. I’ve always wanted to let it out during sex, I’ve never been able to. Not yet, but I think that I will, once Friday is comfortable staring at me within black-out eyes. I’ve been with a lot of girls before, but never with another Supernatural, and I never let my monster out with Lenny. He’s not that kind of guy. But Friday? She has a freaky side, I can sense it.
Her blood is like the best tasting alcohol. The one you can’t get enough of, goes down too smoothly and then before you know it, you’re too fucked up to function. And because of that, you want to do it all over again the next day. And then day after that and the day after that… even though you know you shouldn’t, because that road is a dangerous one.
Weekly.
Today isn’t Monday. You can’t do this. It’s only Tuesday.
Once. A. Week.
I dive back in, my tongue moving over her slowly, tasting every single inch of her. The moans that come out of her mouth keep my cock hard and ready, because after she comes, I’m going to fuck her. I run my hands up her thighs, squeezing my nails into her, she whimpers at the pain which makes my cock twitch with anticipation.
I take one finger and enter her while my tongue continues circling her clit. Her hips move to my rhythm, searching for more pressure. Her moans get closer together, she starts to tighten around my finger and that’s when I add another. I fuck her hard and fast with my fingers but continue slowly with my tongue. It’s what she likes. Only another few seconds go by before she’s screaming my name and coming on my face. I continue to fuck and lick her until she’s shaking, bucking her hips to get me off her.
I roll her over onto her belly, she’s breathing heavily, and her body is weak in the aftermaths of an orgasm. I grasp her hips and pull her up onto her hands and knees, running a finger through her folds. I know she’s ready for my cock to be in there. She arches her back and pushes her ass closer to me.
Told ya.
I push my cock into her slowly. She takes me in, but not all of me. I pull out and then push back in again. Each time she takes a little bit more, until she has all of me buried inside. I grip her hips and pull her into me as I pound into her. I lean over her back and trail my tongue down the side of her neck. When I feel her pulse throbbing under my tongue, I quickly move away. I lick and suck on the sensitive skin where her neck meets her shoulder. She’s moaning and whimpering underneath me. When I feel my own orgasm building, I reach my hand around to play with her clit. I won’t come again unless she does.
And she does. Screaming my name… or something that sounds like my name. When her sweet pussy tightens around my cock, it pulls my release from me. I let out my own groan, this orgasm more intense than the first. I still while I pump my seed into her. She’s panting and full of sweat. I lean over her and rest my forehead on her back for a moment. I press a kiss to her shoulder that leaves a thin layer of salty sweat on my lips. I pull out and keep my hands gripped on her hips, so she doesn’t move. I watch as my come pours out of her, and my cock twitches at the sight. Needing more. My body is beyon
d this, though. After the gym and two rounds of sex, I need a break.
I pick up my shirt from the floor and clean her off. She lays down on the bed, panting for breath. She looks at me and smiles, and then she starts to laugh. I smile curiously, a small laugh leaving my own lips.
“That was just… that was, wow.”
“Good?”
“Fucking yes.”
“You gonna come in the shower with me?”
“I can’t move. Give me a few minutes.” I get into bed with her, giving time for my own body to relax, because to be honest, I also don’t want to move.
CHAPTER 5
Friday
-WEDNESDAY-
I wake up naked in Maddox’s bed, with Maddox by my side. Also naked. He’s lying on his stomach, his arms hugging the pillow, making his muscles look holy fuck amazing. So much for that shower. I really need one now. My thighs are sticking together with our come, and my skin feels gross from the sweat. I stand from the bed, dig through Maddox’s bag and grab a t-shirt to throw on so I can get to the bathroom without scaring anyone. I take a moment to watch him sleep, before leaving. He’s so… tolerable, when he sleeps.
I go into my room and pick out a pair of shorts and a tank. I enter the bathroom, turn on the shower and jump in. I’m scrubbing my hair when the door opens. I don’t open my eyes in fear of getting soap in them. Heavy footsteps sound and stop. I continue washing my hair, not worried about who it is. It wouldn’t be anyone other than one of my guys. I feel a set of eyes on me. Someone is watching? Fine.
Assuming it’s Maddox, I rinse my hair and pick up the loofa. Pouring some body wash onto it I lather myself up, taking extra care to wash my breasts. My nipples pucker underneath the soap. I keep my eyes closed, enjoying the game.
I feel the heat from eyes on me, so I keep going. The curtain is clear, and you can’t see through it perfectly, but you can see enough. I bend over to wash my legs and my feet, and only then do I hear a groan from outside of the shower. One that doesn’t sound familiar to me, at all. I freeze. My heart thumps in my chest as I slowly straighten. Opening my eyes, I peek through the curtain, afraid of what I may see. Of who I may see.
I let out the breath I was holding when I realize that I’m safe. But then the confusion strikes. Alec.
Our eyes lock for a moment, before he quickly turns and leaves the bathroom. Was he awake? I hope he was awake and this wasn’t another sleeping walking incident. I finish in the shower, quickly rinsing off and then get out. I dry off and pull my clothes on. I catch my reflection in the semi-foggy mirror, and it turns my stomach. I need Maddox. When I leave the steamy bathroom, I go straight to Alec’s room and walk in without knocking. He’s sitting on his bed, tying his shoes. He looks up at me, my eyes lock onto his as he slowly sits up. His face unreadable, as usual.
“How long have you been awake?” I ask, suspiciously.
“Couple of hours.”
I nod, turn and leave. That’s all I needed to know.
***
“Dude, I don’t know. I-I don’t know what happened. It just did! I was there and then I was here. I can’t fucking remember!”
“It’s okay, we will figure this out. Calm down.”
“I can’t calm down, Alec. What the hell is happening to me?” His hands fist in his hair, and I feel for him. This is some next level shit, but we will figure this out.
“Have you told anyone else? Callan? Callan can figure it out. He’s smart, he can handle this.”
“Alec, I’m scared. This is fucked, I don’t know what to do.”
“Hey, look at me. Look at me.” I place my hand on Maddox’s shoulder and he looks up to meet my eyes. “Maddox, you’re my best friend. I don’t know what is going on, but we will figure it out. Go upstairs, take a shower and I will clean this mess up. We got this.”
He’s visibly shaking. I’m trying to keep it together for him, but this is some crazy shit. When I got the call from him, I ran over as fast as possible and I was not expecting to walk into this mess. A call at 3:00 AM is always serious, but this? This is just something else.
“Hey, Maddox?” He stops in the doorway before turning to me. His face is devoid of emotion. “Take your shoes off before leaving the kitchen.” He does as I ask, without a word and disappears upstairs to take a much needed shower.
His kitchen floor is covered in blood. Like, completely covered. The dead deer lays in the corner by the door, drained of its blood. Half of it puddled on the floor, and the other half on Maddox.
Drinking its blood. He was drinking its blood. I’m not sure if he knows that, but I do. Because it’s all over his face, and in his mouth. His hands are covered, but not his arms. The dark red stains cover the entirety of his shirt.
What the hell is going on?
I get to cleaning, and it takes for-fucking-ever. I clean and clean and clean. Blood is hard to clean up, especially this amount. It’s thick and has started to congeal, making it harder to clean because it won’t completely soak into the mop. I’m thankful this happened in the kitchen and not a room that has carpet. Once the kitchen is mostly clear of blood, I take the deer and dispose of it in the woods, it didn’t make much of a mess since there was no blood left in it. It’ll be a meal for a bigger animal. When I get back to the house, Maddox is sitting at the kitchen table.
I’ve always felt awful for how his mom is, locked up in her room all day, but right now I’m grateful. How would this be explained? I do another look over in the kitchen to make sure that I got every inch, not that it matters. Marlene never comes downstairs. But I don’t want Maddox having to see any of this again. Luckily, I got it good the first time.
“We need to tell Callan. He will help.” I pull out the chair across from Maddox and take a seat.
“But what if… what if he freaks out?”
“He may. But it’s just us Maddox. It’s always just been us three. Who else can we go to? There is no one. We have to figure this out. Together.”
He nods at me and I watch his eyes as they drift towards the door. There is a small bag full of his bloodied clothes, that I hadn’t noticed when I walked in. “I’ll take them with me when I leave. I’ll burn them tomorrow. You going to be okay? I’d stay but, Aaron is home with mom and I don’t want to leave them for long.”
“I know. You have enough shit to worry about. I shouldn’t be asking you for anything. I’m good. Go home to Aaron, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I give him a smile before standing up. I pick up the bag by the door before leaving the house, making sure that the door is locked behind me. The sun is coming up, and I hope that mom and Aaron are both still sleeping.
Alec
I don’t know what came over me and why I was watching her in the shower. That’s totally creepy, I know. I went in the bathroom to piss. I didn’t know who was in there. I thought it was one of the guys, she usually sleeps later, but when I caught site of her, I couldn’t look away. And then she started putting on a show. How could I look away from that? No way in hell could I turn my head away. She’s more beautiful than I anticipated.
But then she caught me, and I ran away like a pussy. I should have stayed in there and told her how I felt and what I was thinking, but I didn’t. Because I lost my balls and I have no idea where the fuck they are. I ran out before I got to take a piss, my bladder is probably about to fucking explode right now.
And her coming in here… she was worried that I was sleep walking? I think that’s why she asked, but she seemed okay with it otherwise. Is that what she’s into? She likes being watched? Because I can watch. I can watch all fucking day.
My phone buzzes. I pick it up to see that it’s Layla. Fucking Layla. Just what I need right now. I throw my head back and let out a harsh breath before opening the text that I know I don’t want to read.
Layla: Alec, this bill is still showing up on my credit. You said you were going to take care of it, why isn’t
it done yet? I don’t want to have to go back to court, but I will. Fix this.
I clench the phone in my hand, my knuckles white. I relax and breathe, not wanting to break my phone over Layla. Bitch. She’s such a selfish bitch. I don’t know how I ever thought I could marry her. Of all people in this world, Layla Brown. Layla Fucking Brown. I think about it now, and I swear I could punch myself for it. If I could go back in time, I would. I’d punch my stupid self, right in the fucking face. At the time, it was great. She was different and a great distraction from the guys and everything bad going on in my life. She told me she wanted to help me, and I thought she meant it. Turns out, I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
When mom died, she left all the bills for me to pay. I lost everything and had a million bills to pay. Six months later, I finally find out who my dad is. But, only because he’s also dead, and he also opened joint accounts in my name (without my permission, or knowledge). So, more bills for Alec to pay. Yay for me. Two peas in a pod, them two. I don’t understand why they split, clearly, they were meant to be. I still haven’t paid the bills off, not all of them, but I’m in a good enough place now. I’m no longer drowning in debt. I’m managing. They should be paid off in another year, or so. Maddox has offered many times to pay them off for me, but I won’t accept the charity.
But back then (I think I was 22), when everything was fresh, when me and the guys were falling apart, there was Layla. A bright light in my darkness. At that time, that’s all I wanted. A little light, a little guidance. Turns out that light was only temporary. A shitty lightbulb that would burn out just as quickly as the promises. She wasn’t the bright shining star that I thought she was. She helped at first, made things easier. Allowing me to get things in my name with her, to help build my credit while I worked and worked to pay off all the debt I was left with. Things were good, really good. We were building a life together, on top of fixing ourselves. Or, so I thought.