“Garrot...” we both say at the same time, then burst out laughing.
“Everly, I can’t thank you enough for whatever you did to save me. If it wasn't for you and the guys, I would be dead by now. I can’t... I don’t have the words... I’m sorry we didn't...”
She doesn't let me finish. Without a word, she presses her body against mine. I lean down almost to her lips, and I wait. Drawing in a sharp breath, she closes the small gap and kisses me like she’s trying to suck the air from my lungs. Breaking the kiss, she grabs the hem of her top, which is dirty and bloody, pulling it over her head. Braless, she presses those gorgeous tits against me. My dick is harder than steel, but there is still too much cloth between us. I push down my jeans, kicking them off. Bending down on my knees, I look up into her eyes and make my oath,
“Everly Davis, I vow to protect your life above all others. I vow to give myself to you, heart, mind, soul, and body. Will you accept my oath, which will bind our souls together for all eternity?” I don't know what I expect. Her to freak out again, maybe? But my hands fly to her arse in fear of her running away again. What she does though, has my heart breaking in two.
Everly
His oath. Holy Moses, what an oath it is too. Eternity. So much has happened so fast I’m completely overwhelmed. I burst into tears as he kneels in front of me.
“Oh, Ever, I'm so sorry.” He sounds broken, like I just told him no. But that's not what this is, I'm not saying no to Garrot. I'm just... there’s so much running around my head I can't hold the tears in any longer. His words tipped me over the edge. In just a few short hours, I have been witness to telekinetic powers, sobbed like a girl, and been knocked out. I’ve fought and killed a mythical creature, and pushed my love into a man who I’ve fallen in love with quicker than the time it takes for a letter to arrive from the government if you owe them money.
And I saw my mother for the first time. Well, no, not the first time, because apparently I've dreamt of her too. I love this man who is holding me as if I’m his lifeline. He's worried I'll slip away from his grasp. Too soon or not, it’s real.
“Garrot, look at me, please,” I say while wiping the tears from my face. His eyes meet mine. “Yes, I accept your oath.” He sucks in a breath and jumps to his feet. A look of shock, awe, and love is clear on his face. I wrap my arms around his neck and use them to pull myself up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. He moans as he grabs my arse in both hands. I feel my juices flood between my legs. I absolutely want this. I want to bind myself to Garrot for the rest of my life.
He walks backwards and uses one hand to turn on the shower, the other holding me to him. Our tongues explore each other's. I feel his hardness press against my core. I rub myself against him. He moans again. Fuck. The room starts to fill with steam as he pulls me into the hot water with him. When it hits my skin, fireworks explode in every nerve in my body. He’s everywhere, touching every pleasure point I have, like soft feathers and someone rubbing all over, at the same time.
“Oh, Garrot... fuck, yes... inside of me, now,” I moan, too turned on to form real thoughts.
“Not yet, baby. Just relax, I've got you.” Low and husky, his voice adds to the pleasure sparking all over me. He lets my arse go and I tighten my hold around his neck, expecting my weight to drop me down his body, but instead, I feel weightless. He reaches up and begins unclasping my hands from behind his head. I float there, my legs dangling.
“I have you, Ever. Let me give you pleasure like you've never known before. Just trust me,” he begs while staring deep into my eyes. I let go, allowing him to control my body. I trust him. God yes, I trust him with my life. He uses his power to lean me back slightly. An invisible force lifts my legs, spreading them wide, my bent knees, pointing to the ceiling so I'm fully exposed to him. He licks his lips, the action making my pussy clench in anticipation.
I feel nothing on my body, no pressure, just a sense of being underwater or on a fluffy cloud. I wait for the panic to come. I'm going to fall and land on my arse any time now. But nothing happens. I don’t panic. Because this time, I understand and have faith in him. Reaching out, he softly places his hands over my breasts. His hips flex forward, and the tip of his long, thick dick touches my opening, sliding in my wetness, and over my clit. My moan echoes off the shower walls.
“Oh, Everly, you’re soaking. Hmm, I want to taste you, but my dick is throbbing so hard I fear if I don't take you soon, I'll shame myself,” Garrot moans.
Oh, fucking hell. His words make me thrust my hips down, my slick juices helping his cock slide right into my pussy. His hips jerk forward and he slams into me with such force, I bounce, but I don't fall.
Whatever he’s doing to hold me here like this allows me to move freely. I feel confident enough to grind my clit against him. He throws his head back, biting down hard on his bottom lip.
“Fuck me, Garrot, make me come on your cock.” With my words, he withdraws from me, and slams hard back inside me as I shout out his name. I shift my hips so he hits my g-spot with every thrust. He slams into me over and over.
“Fuck, Ever!” With his hands free, he pinches both my nipples at the same time, and I cry out.
“Yes!”
“You like that, dirty girl? You want me to pound your pussy until you're screaming my name, do you?” he asks me in a low, rumbling tone.
God yes, please! He bends one knee slightly and thrusts so hard right into my G-spot my whole body convulses, spasms as I shatter. Stars explode behind my eyes. I cry out his name as I come hard around his cock. I catch my breath, resting my head on his shoulder.
He wraps his arms around my waist as I feel my weight drop. He catches me, setting me back on my wobbly legs. I feel a little confused when he turns and grabs a bar of soap and a cloth from the shelf behind him.
“Got to get my girl clean before I can get her dirty,” he says with a sly grin. He lathers up the cloth and kneels in front of me. “I don't want to rush this, Ever. I want to learn your body, memorize it, love and cherish it.” He picks up my right foot and starts to slowly drag the cloth over the ticklish skin. I can’t help the small giggle that leaves my mouth. I'm so ticklish on my feet, his eyes flick to mine. “Shh, I'm working here.” My giggle turns into a full laugh.
He tuts at me, a huge smile on his face. He moves the cloth up to my calf, turning my leg to get a better look at the small silver scars left over from the creature’s attack in the forest. Karl healed me, which was fucking amazing to watch, but it stung like a mother. “They’re called Selkie. You killed the one who did this. I’m in fucking awe of you, Ever,” he says before planting a soft kiss on my newly acquired battle scars.
I killed a being tonight and I don’t feel bad about it. It was me or it. I chose me. He looks up at me, then plants a soft kiss to my wrist where there are more scars.
“We trained day and night for years to kill those beasts. Remind me to never piss you off, babe.” I smile down at him, soaking up the praise. He slowly moves up, resting my foot on his knee, and circles the bubbles around my inner thigh with both hands.
Oh crap, my wobbly bits. Shoo, close your eyes, Gar! Just as I’m about to reach for his hands to get him off me, he starts to shake his head.
“Fuck that, Ever, I love all of you. There is not a single thing I would change, every part of you turns me on. No scratch that, I’d take those scars from you any day. But I can't. So, my idea is that every time you or I see them, we’ll be reminded of how much of a badass you are, yeah? The poison didn't kill you, I've no idea how, but that makes you a fucking badass.”
Huh, that makes sense. I won’t see them as just another flaw on my body, I'll see them and think I may be flawed, but I fought for my life and won. Which meant I could save Garrot from a horrible death. I have zero ideas on how the poison didn't take me like it almost had Garrot, but I'm thankful. A slow smile spreads over my lips.
“That's right babe, you're a badass, never forget that.”
“I love
that idea. Thank you, Garrot,” I whisper, words failing me by his adoring ones. His answering smile lights up my world. He drops my foot gently on the floor and picks up the other. He repeats the process of cleaning me from toe to thigh. Using one hand, he gently nudges my hip to get me to turn around. When I'm facing the wall, I take in a deep breath. He's about to meet my dimply, stretch mark filled arse up close and personal. I’m one of those women who hates her body. I've accepted this is the lot I've been given, but that doesn't mean I want Garrot’s eyes back there. His warm soapy hands grab a cheek each.
“So fucking beautiful. Been fucking dreaming of an arse like this my whole life.” He sounds so sincere I release the breath I'd been holding. “Everly...” He trails kisses around my arse like it’s his favourite thing in the whole world and he's showing it how much he loves it, squeezing it hard. I giggle.
He's so cute. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to this? I don’t have much time to think though, because he presses his hand softly into the middle of my back, bending me over. The throaty moans he's making have my head swimming with desire. Still showing my arse some lovin’, he grabs a cheek in each hand. With his thumbs on either side of my butt hole, he leans in and licks me there.
I can't help the little squeal that escapes me. I’ve never been licked there before. Who knew that would actually feel... nice?
“Fucking beautiful.” As he rises, he gives my arse a soft slap.
“Oh, Garrot, you can do better than that,” I say over my shoulder with a smirk on my face. His chuckle sends shivers through my body.
“Is that so, beautiful? Well, that will have to wait for now. Pass me the shampoo. Let’s get clean and get out of this shower, shall we?” There’s a promise in his voice. I can't wait for him to fulfil it. He washes my hair like an expert, massaging the soap into my scalp. It feels like heaven to me. The whole time, his cock slips and slides across my arse. Each time it does, he moans and gasps. His noises turn me on even more. I already feel on the edge of an orgasm, again. He unhooks the shower head and rinses my hair. Running his fingers through my long locks. The motion relaxes me even more. Once the water running between my feet is clear, an idea pops into my head.
“Gar, let me take care of you too.” I kneel in front of him like he did to me earlier. As he gazes down, desire so clear to see, I feel an answering need low in my belly. I wash his feet first. For a man’s feet, they’re actually pretty. His toenails are neatly trimmed, the skin soft, not calloused.
I let my hands travel up his body, taking my time exploring his body as he did with mine.. Canting my head to see around his dick I look up into his eyes. They’re wide, his mouth hanging open as I caress every part of him. When he realises I’m watching him watch me, he slams his mouth shut. Pulling his lip between his teeth, he bites it. He takes my face in his hands, his eyes so full of love.
“Everly, baby, I want this to last. Go easy with me,” he begs.
Not likely I think to myself. He almost died today; he was in pure agony. I want him to feel as alive as he makes me feel. I want to give him as much pleasure as possible to wipe out the memories of this shitty day.
I turn my attention to his impressive length. He’s hairy all over, but he trims his groin area , so it's nice and neat. Just how I like it. I push my tongue out of my mouth, licking him all the way from his balls, right to the tip of his cock, flicking and nibbling as I go. His body starts to shake. He jerks forward in an uncontrolled movement. I put my hands on his hips to keep him still. Rising up, I take his bell end into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip.
“Oh fuck, Ever,” he moans out, his voice wavering. I know he’s close to cumming. I see his sack pulling up. His dick bounces and throbs against my lips. His eyes lock onto mine.
“Garrot, you taste so good.” I let my lips graze against him, not wanting to break contact, even to speak. He grabs my shoulders, using them to pull me to my feet. Wordlessly, he turns to shut off the shower and steps out, walking across the room. I stand there, confused, until he comes back and wraps a towel around me.
“Bend forward, let your hair fall over your head,” he instructs me. Flipping my hair over my head, I comply with his demands. Gently he wraps my hair in a towel. Giggling, I’m learning so much about my guys it makes my head spin.. I had no idea men knew how to do that. But when it comes to my guys, I’m all in. He takes my hand and leads me back into the bedroom. Everything here is white; from the sheets, to the walls and ceiling. It’s so sanitary. After today, I realize this is not Karl at all unlike what I once expected of him. Garrot dries his hair with another towel, while I do the same to mine. It's a big, knotty mess but it’ll wait until I have my way with him. Pushing my hair back from my face, he cups my face in his big hands.
“You are so beautiful, Ever.” His intense eyes hold me motionless and I feel our souls connect. “I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you. But Everly, this will mark you as mine forever. It’s irreversible. Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?” His lips hover waiting for my response.
“Yes, Garrot, I want this. I want you.” His kiss is gentle, reverent. When he withdraws, his face splits into a huge smile. Then suddenly a wicked gleam sparkles in his eyes.
“Now turn around, put your hands on the bed,” he says low and husky as he whips off my towel, then his own. I do as he tells me, bending at the waist and putting my hands on the bed. He uses his foot to spread my ankles a little further apart. “Fucking beautiful. I've wanted to do this since the first day I met you, Ever. To make you mine,” he says right before planting a hard slap on my arse. The sound echoes around the room. I cry out in pleasure. “That's it, baby girl,” he whispers hotly. I’ve never been spanked before but fuck me, it feels so bloody good. I wiggle my arse in invitation. He brings his hand down on my other cheek just as hard and delicious as the last. My legs turn to jelly and my juices drip out of me.
His hand rubs the spot he slapped. The feeling somewhere between burning and tingling. Delicious and scary. He pushes a hand between my shoulders, forcing me down onto the bed. I lay my cheek against the cool sheets. I’m fully exposed to him now and he plants himself between my spread legs, grabbing my arse in both hands.
“I'm going to fuck you, Ever.” He leans down so his lips are next to my ear. “I want to hear you scream my name as I mark you as mine.” With that hot as fuck statement, he slams into my pussy so hard, I have to dig my hands into the sheets to stop myself from flying forwards.
The tip of him bangs my g-spot, forcing a loud moan from my lips. He stills, just the tip of him inside me. I look over my shoulder at him, begging him with my eyes to give me all he has. Grinning, he slaps my arse again, banging his hips into me at the same time. Once, twice, and then he finds his rhythm. Fast and furious.
"Oh, Garrot!” Over and over he ploughs into me. I chant his name as he fucks me raw. Our skin slaps together, and our combined moans fill the room in a symphony so sexy, it triggers the first zap of an orgasm low in my belly.
“Come for me.” His command sends me over the edge. Stars burst behind my eyes. I'm flying through the air; I'm floating in warm bubbly water. I’m being electrocuted, sparks running across every inch of my skin. I come hard, screaming his name.
“Garrot!”
He fucks me harder, drawing out the shock waves assaulting my body. He speeds up. His fingers gripping my hips so tightly, I'm sure I’ll be left with bruises. He pushes into me once, twice, before saying my name like a prayer.
“Everly, I love you!” He stills as hot jets of cum spurt into me. I feel every pump, every spurt, every twitch.
“I love you too, Garrot,” I answer honestly, unable to hold it in at that moment. As the last waves of pleasure flow through me, I cry out in surprise as a stinging pain shoots between my breasts. He pulls out of me and takes my hand, lifting me onto the bed. His mark. We lay face to face, trying to catch our breath as the pain recedes. He reaches out and gently strokes where the st
inging pain was. I look down to see a tattoo poking out of my cleavage. Turning onto my back, my breasts separate, and I see a palm-sized G in electric blue sitting between my breasts. I run my fingers over it in awe of how pretty it is.
“Mine,” utters Garrot as he slides his arm across my tummy, squeezing me closer. With his head on my shoulder, we fall asleep in seconds. My last thought is, ‘Yours.’
Chapter Sixteen
KARL
The noises coming from upstairs make my dick twitch and my balls pull up. Leyland sits on the sofa pretending to watch telly with a stupid grin on his face. Like the love of his life isn't up there being pleasured by our brother and not by all three of us. I’m happy for Garrot, truly I am, but there’s nothing I want more right now than to be up those stairs in that bedroom with Ever, Gar, and Le. I'll give her the space she needs, show her the real me, and just pray to the Gods she doesn't reject me again. I may come across as tough, rough around the edges, and like my temper rules me; but I'm not like that. She hasn’t had the chance to see that yet.
“Garrot!” Ever’s scream travels through the house, bouncing off the walls and making a bead of pre-cum leave my cock. Both Le and I turn to each other at the same time, our brows in our hairlines.
“Fuck.”
“Oh, gods...” we say at the same time. Clearing his throat, Leyland croaks out, “I don't understand how she isn't dead right now, both of them actually. I've never seen anything like it before.” He looks down at the remote in his hand, a frown on his face.
“No, me either. Garrot’s dad said some pretty strange things...” I reply, lost in my own thoughts. He said Everly was born in the sea. That would make her other, but she’s shown no powers or abilities to change her form. Sure, she’s strong, and a badass, but that doesn’t mean she’s other, does it?
“Do you think she’s immortal? Even if she is, the poison should’ve killed her. We all felt her amplify our powers when we were healing Gar. That much was obvious, with all the lights and us being able to save Gar’s life, but...” Leyland muses out loud; he sighs and looks up at me, waiting for me to give him answers I simply don’t have.
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