Jesus starlight We definitely should be feeding her more.
Uneven footfalls call out to me, pricking at my senses and sending me into action.
I jerk her toward me, twirling her around and hearing the most enticing gasp slip from her lips. But I don’t have time to enjoy the sound before I’m pulling open the closest door, and shoving her inside. I step in as well, my chest pressing into hers and finding hard walls and too many brooms bumping into us on all sides.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I realize I crammed us into a closet.
My biceps brush the brick on both sides. No light sneaks in. My sight gives me subtle hints of her. A faint glow around her tells me she’s looking up at me. I can’t see her fully, not nearly as much as I’d like.
“I—”
“Shhh.”
My hand covers her mouth and I press my weight down on her until her back hits the wall. Small hands grip over mine and I hate that I’m handling her like this. I’d gladly flip her around this way and that if our situations were different. Flashes of fantasies flicker through my mind with the thought of how good it’d feel to grip her hips hard and angle her just right: sink my cock into her tight pussy while I sink my fangs into her soft flesh.
Why the fuck am I thinking like this? What is wrong with me?I swallow hard as voices grow louder just outside the door.
He’s coming. Don’t speak.
My body fully covers hers. A tremble shakes through her small frame and I lean my head down until my temple brushes hers. I lower my hand slowly. Her fingers still cover my knuckles. Even as I lower my hands, and skim my palms over her hips…
It’ll be okay.
She nods to me. She nods like she trusts me and I have no idea why that spreads the weirdest warmth through my chest. Her breath picks up as the King’s voice is heard very clearly now.
“Do you smell that?” he asks.
“W—what?” A female voice quakes and though I don’t know which one, I know it’s a Promise he has with him.
“Smells like—“ The sound of his lips smacking curls my stomach. Her breath shakes out across my shoulder. My fingers dip into her curves and she steps into me then. Her breasts press against me as she lowers her head to the center of my chest. She hides there in the span of my arms wrapping around her small frame.
“Smells like young cunt,” the King grunts out.
The tremor that consumes her body has me holding her tighter. Her breaths are silenced, her exhales disappearing into my chest as she smothers herself harder against me.
I’ll never let that fucker touch her.
“M—me?” the female stutters.
“No! I saidyoung, Bethany!” A loud snort of a breath sniffs the air just outside the closet door.
If he finds us in here, he’ll kill me. But not until he shows me what isn’t mine. He’ll teach me a lesson for being found alone with one of his Promises. And she’ll get the brunt of his twisted anger.
My hands shift, pushing up the span of her back before I hold her head in my hand. Thick hair tangles through my fingers and it’s only then that I realize I’m fully hugging this girl now.
“Come on. Inside.” Hinges squeal, sending my nerves on edge and my body tensing to lash out with bloody violence at any moment.
But it isn’t our door he’s opened.
It’s his.
A heavy thud of the solid door shakes the brooms around us. Silence settles in.
Neither of us move for several seconds. In the safety of the dark, the beautiful girl lets me hold her.
And I know then that I’ve fucked up. I did the one thing everyone always tells me not to do:
I fuckin’ care.