Henry Parks

Beast

Three days after killing Timothy Smith, I still didn't have the answers I was looking for. There was nothing online that referenced that symbol. In fact, every time I looked it up I got articles about the Illuminati.

The only images I've found are on gravestones. But no reference to what it was. My frustrations were growing.

"It's not the only thing bothering you," Priest says in my head.

I toss the hammer onto the nightstand, walking away from the body lying on the bed.

She loves me. Although Summer has not repeated the words to me since that night, they continue to play back in my head.

"You're going to ruin her. You'll kill her just like you did George,"Mother taunts.

"She's lying. You know that, Kid. You're capable of love."

I want to believe Priest, but every time I shut my eyes, I see her bloody body in my arms the same way George's was.

My phone ringing startles me out of my thoughts. I glance down at the screen before answering.

"It's been a minute," I say to the man on the other end of the phone. Walking over to the dresser, I pulled my laptop out of the black duffle. After connecting my phone to the computer, I go to the recording app.

His laughter flows through the speaker. "I was giving you space. You've been busy. After the douchebag, you killed the tramp that was with him that night, and the leggy waitress that served your table. Both quick and simple kills. Is there a reason for that?"

"No," I answer honestly.

The night I killed the call girl and the waitress, Summer asked me to not be out late because she wanted to watch the next episode of Game of Thrones. My quick kills were so I didn't keep her waiting.

"Hmmm," he hums. "You made up for those two kills with the Trucker. He didn't like you much. He thought you were abusing the girl and called you a few filthy names."

I don't tell the benefactor that it was because of those names I gutted him with a jigsaw.

"Did you call me just to discuss my kills?"

He chuckles. "You're talented. I have to admit," he says. "I'm quite jealous of your skill. Your eye for detail and creativity is unmatched. Even the way you channel your rage into your kills. You are a rare breed. Almost as rare as the green eyes you inherited."

"Oddly enough, my son didn't get them," I say casually.

He laughs. "Don't feel bad most don't."

The line goes silent, but I know he hasn't discontented. I wait patiently for him to speak again. I don't have long to wait.

"You know what baffles me the most about you?" he says, sounding as if he's genuinely asking a question. "I can't figure out how you ended up at the Church. How did you slip through the hands?"

"Whose hands did I slip through?"

He chuckles. "Good question, I know you will figure it out eventually."

"Is this still a friendly call, or have you made your decision yet?" I ask once again if he's friend or foe?

He's silent. "I'm still undecided. I'll let you get back to your tasks. But be mindful, the clock is ticking." The line clicks letting me know the benefactor is gone.

I unplug the phone from the computer and stuff it back in my pocket. I run down everything he said once again. At first I thought that maybe he had no idea of all the gems he revealed during our conversations. But now, I think he might be leaving breadcrumbs on purpose.

The mention of the rarity of my green eyes was a big giveaway. The benefactor is connected to me in some way. It further solidified my suspicion when I brought up Gabe not having my eye color and he mentioned not many did. I just have to figure out how he connects to me.

Moaning from behind me draws my attention back to Henry Parks, the diner owner. I turn back to face him. He's nearly unrecognizable on the bed.

"Store what the benefactor said,"Mother says. "Finish your job."

I do exactly as told, putting the conversation I just had to the back of my mind. Walking back to the bed, I pick up the hammer. With the claw side pointing down, I raise it over my head and bring it down.

I have work to do.

***

This issue with the ring and the benefactor is messing with my head. I don't have enough answers to my questions and that's slowing down my process. For that reason, I made a much bigger mess with Henry than I had planned. I called in a cleaning crew after I was done to take care of the problem. Afterwards, I quickly went to my apartment to shower first before going back home.

There were too many things still left undone. Although the benefactor isn't an immediate threat, he's still out there and I'm no closer to finding him than I was when he first called. And his warning tonight about a ticking clock had me even more on edge. Whoever it is the benefactor keeps warning me about, is getting closer. I have a feeling if I don't figure this out soon, I am going to have a war on my hands.

"You will lose them in this war,"Mother says. "They aren't built for it. You will fail them again, just like you did once before."

Her words stop me in my tracks as I stand at the back patio door. I shut my eyes, fighting my thoughts.

"Why do you even try,"Mother continues, her voice growing deeper. "You should just kill them now and put them out of their misery. They will both die in the end." It's no longer mother's voice in my head.

This voice is darker, more sinister. It isn't new to me. I first heard it when I was a child. It's the voice that I keep trapped in the darkest recesses of my mind. The voice that only comes out when I am at my weakest and lowest.

"No,"I snap at the voice in my head. "You are not in control."

"Look where you are, Gabriel," the voice growls.

I open my eyes and realize I am no longer outside on the patio. I am now standing in the kitchen. My duffle bag clutched in one hand and the other hand inside the bag. I yank my hand out of the bag and drop it at my feet.

The clanking noise startles Summer as she walks into the kitchen.

"Jeez," she gasps, placing a hand to her chest. "You scared me." She offers me a beautiful smile, before heading to the stove. "I was just about to make some tea. You want some?"

Just the sight of Summer, has my thoughts clearing. I can feel that sinister voice being shoved back into the furthest parts of my mind. The tension in my shoulders and chest immediately fades away. All the worries and fears I carried to this house are washed away with her presence. She is my sanctuary.

Without saying a word, I walk up behind her. She's wearing the black hoodie I gave her with fuzzy slippers like she does on most nights.

The restraint I've been maintaining the last few weeks flies out of the window. For once, I need her to chase my demons away.

Logic is screaming at me to walk away. This could be dangerous. The way I'm craving Summer could cause me to not be gentle. But logic won't win tonight. The beast needs to feed, but it only wants to sate its appetite with what's between Summer's thighs.

I press against her back, roaming my hand from her hips to the front of her. I slip my hand underneath the hoodie and into her panties. I find her nub and stroke it slowly.

"Gabriel, what are you…" her words die on her tongue as I stroke her faster. She widens her legs, giving me more access to her.

Taking that as a sign, I slip a finger into her tight heat. She's wet, but not nearly as soaking as she was the other morning. The books explain that her lack of wetness means she's not ready for me yet.

Turning her around to face me, I look down into her half-closed eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask, as I tug the hoodie up her hips to her chest. Although, it might physically kill me, I would stop for her.

She doesn't answer right away. From the moment I first saw Summer I've been able to read her like a book. Her expressions are so open that even I can decipher them. I can see the hesitation in her eyes. Yet the desire has her mouth open and her breathing ragged.

Finally, she lifts her arms over her head allowing me to pull off the hoodie. I toss the fabric behind me. I gave her the only chance of turning back, she will not get another.

She stands before me in her pink silk camisole and matching underwear. She has a lot of these. She wears them to bed every night driving me crazy, taunting me to misbehave. Tonight, she will win.

Dropping to my knees in front of her, I pull her underwear down to her feet but keep my eyes on her.

"Take them off."

She lifts her legs allowing me to remove the silk garment. I finally look away from her eyes, down to her hairless mound. My mouth waters immediately. Getting that taste of her the other morning was not enough. I've dreamed about her flavor every night since.

For the first time, I notice a scar on the bottom of her stomach. It's new, it wasn't there the night I met her. I was so out of my mind that morning I didn't even see it then. I run my finger along the line.

"Gabe," she explains. "He was a bit too big and refused to come out by himself. This was his eviction notice." She giggles at her statement.

I place a kiss on the scar, honoring the hardship she went through to bring my son into this world.

Lifting her left leg, I place it on my shoulder. I turn my head and drop a kiss on the inside of her thigh, before sucking her clit into my mouth.

"Ugghhhhhhh," she gasps and then moans, leaning her head back.

I bury my face in her center working my tongue over her clit. She cries out over my head, as she buries her hands in my hair. My messy bun falls causing my hair to cascade down my back.

Gripping her ass in both my hands, I pull her closer to me. Burying my tongue in her center, I lick up her essence, before going back to the little nub that is now peeking from behind it's hood. Summer's moans and whimpers drive me crazy. Every time she whispers my name it drives me closer and closer to madness.

"Oh, shit. Yes," she screams as she releases in my mouth.

I drink down all of her without wasting a drop. When I'm done, I go right back to her swollen nub, sucking her into my mouth. She screams again, her body convulsing with another orgasm.

The burning need to feel her walls wrap tightly around my length has me springing to my feet. I undo my jeans, pushing them and my boxer briefs down to my knees.

Grabbing her leg, I lift it up to my shoulder. She turns her body slightly giving me better access to her center. Taking ahold of my cock, I bend my knees a little to line myself up to her center. Before I slide in, I look her in the eyes.

The feeling of peace washes over me. There are no voices, no worries, no dark thoughts. It is only she and I. Keeping my gaze on her, I slowly push into her center.

Her mouth falls open as I ease inside. The grip her pussy has on me brings me to the peak of madness. My obsession with this woman grows daily.

Summer shuts her eyes.

"No," I bark. "Keep them open."

Drawing out of her, I roll my hips forward pushing all the way in.

"Fuck, Gabriel," She whimpers as she comes up on her tiptoes her hand pushes against my stomach. "You're too deep. You're too deep."

I slam into her, she cries out and rises up on her tiptoes again. I smack her ass.

"Don't run from me," I growl.

"I'm trying, baby. I'm trying, you're so big," she whimpers.

I stop moving. This is the second time she's called me that nickname. The need to claim her has me pulling out. I can't get as deep as I want at this angle. I turn her around, pressing her front against the kitchen sink.

Holding the back of her neck, I keep her head down before tugging her hips toward me. I once again bend my knees as I push into her until my balls press against her pussy lips.

She lets out a muffled scream. When I look over to her face her hand is covering her mouth. I pull out to the tip and drive back into her rapidly. My hips bounce against her ass making a clapping sound.

Summer reaches behind her and wraps a hand around my wrist, her nails digging into my flesh. The pain spurs me on. With one hand on her ass cheek, I open her up, admiring the way her pink center is swallowing my cock. It puckers with each exit and talks back to me with every entrance.

"Fuuuuccckk," she cries out.

"Will I haunt you, Summer?" I ask. I needed to know if I was in her system the same way she was in mine. I meant what I told her the other day. I wanted to haunt her the way she did me.

I slow up my strokes and feed her less dick allowing her to catch her breath.

"Yes," she moans quickly.

I can feel the start of her orgasm building. Her walls begin to pulse around me as if there is a heartbeat buried inside.

I chuckle. "No, baby," I groan. "Not yet."

Not like I wanted her too. I pull out of her, but quickly lift her up and carry her into the living room placing her down on the couch. I kick off my boots, pants and underwear before joining her.

She spreads her legs, welcoming me between her thighs. I stare down at her. Never have I ever seen such beauty in my life.

Grabbing her legs, I turn her body and slide her to the edge of the couch. I fold her body up, pressing her knees to her face. This angle gives me the perfect view of her.

Getting on my knees, I run a finger in between her folds before strumming over her clit.

"Oooh," she whimpers.

I continue my strokes wanting to see her walls spasm with her orgasm. My fingers move faster. Her hips gyrate and her cries grow louder.

"Gabriel, baby, I can't," she whimpers.

"I want to see this pussy cry for me, Summer. Stop fighting it and let it go."

She squirms beneath me, but I don't stop. She starts to pant my name over and over and then she erupts. Her essence leaks out of her like a leaky faucet. Now it's time, I line the head of my cock to her opening and push in.

She yelps at my intrusion. Her walls squeeze me, welcoming me home. I stare down at her mound, loving the way she's taking me. Her legs are still pushed to her head.

I stroke in her rapidly, my balls smacking against her ass.

"You're doing so good, baby. Taking all this dick like this," her wetness sings out to the room.

"Can I go deeper, Summer? Can I feed all this cock to you?"

"Yes, please," she moans.

I hate not being able to see her face. I part her legs, bending them at the knee, and then tucking them up to her armpits. She's wide open for me.

Slowing my stroke, I watch her face. The way she bites that bottom lip, the way her brows meet, even the noises she makes has my sac tingling.

I stroke all the way in until my pelvis is flushed to hers. She whines, placing a hand on my thigh. If we were in another position she would probably run, but the way I have her she has nowhere to go.

I play with her pearl again, wanting her to shoot off with me.

"No, no," she tosses her head side to side.

"Yes. Yes you will." I continue my rapid flicks over her clit as I speed up my strokes going faster and deeper.

Her movement becomes more erratic, her breathing more labored.

"Give it to me," I demand, wanting us to hit the peak together.

"Gabriel. Gabriel," she cries out and then screams as she comes one last time.

The squeezing of her walls and the way she's become so wet it's soaking the front of my shirt has me shooting off with her. My back locks up and I come so hard my sight goes out and I almost collapse. Instead of pulling out of Summer, I pull her down off the couch on top of me.

Her heart is beating rapidly against my chest. Her body is sweaty. We lie on the floor together, both trying to calm down from that orgasm.

I admire how silent my head is as I stroke my finger up and down her back.

"Do you want to tell me what that was about?"

A smile slips across my face. She lays her hands across my chest and rest her chin on top.

"Why do you ask that?"

She wasn't wrong, but I needed to know how she knew.

She shrugs. "I'm starting to be able to read you a little better. I think your weird magic trick is rubbing off on me."

I chuckle at the old joke from that night five years ago. Wiping a hand across her freckles I sober up.

"Tonight, I had to battle with some old demons." That was as much as the truth I was willing to tell her.

She frowns creating a crease between her brows. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm good."

"Good, now come on." She sits up, straddling my waist. Her center right on my pelvis. I ignore the heat of her pussy so close to my cock. "We need to get up and put clothes on. One of us was rather loud and possibly woke our son up."

"Maybe you should keep it down next time."

She sticks out her tongue at me before standing. I climb to my feet too. I quickly grab my jeans off the floor. The ring I took from Timothy falls out of my pocket onto the floor. Before I can grab it, Summer picks it up and looks at it.

"I need that back," I say reaching for it.

She lifts her head and cocks a brow at me. "I never took you for a royal asshole."

Her words catch me off guard, but I quickly recover. "You know what that symbol is?"

"Well, not really. But I use to work at this upscale club in Manhattan. The owner was part of this very secret society type group. He also had a ring like this."

She holds up the ring to me. "We heard him refer to the group as The Royals one time, so we nicknamed them the royal assholes. Once a month they would come into the club and take up the entire VIP section. We always hated it when they came in because they were rich snobs. And despite what people think, rich people like that are the worse tippers."

"Summer," I place my hands on her shoulders. "Focus. What club was this?"

"It's called O' Cleary's."

Finally, I had a breakthrough with this ring. Even the partial name she gave me was helpful. If that club was still up and running, I had at least one more avenue to search. My doubts from earlier seem like a distant memory.

After grabbing the ring out of her hand and sticking it back in my pocket, I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist.

"Where are we going?" She chuckles.

"For round two," I grin.

She shakes her head and bites into her bottom lip but doesn't deny me. I walk her upstairs and into our bedroom where I crawl back between her thighs for three more rounds.