13. Psycho

Iroused with a groggy start, a pleasant weight pressing against my side, the even inhale and exhale of her breath fluttering against my neck.

Micah was caught in a deep sleep, draped half on top of me, sharing the stiff stretcher. I turned on my side, careful not to rustle her awake. Her cheek was using my upper arm as a pillow, which was dead beneath her head. I'd never been more comfortable.

With both of us laying on our sides, my face was an inch away from hers. I couldn't resist when my fingers began to roam over her form. She was so close, so available, so breathtakingly near. I had to feel that she was real; a living, breathing entity, and not a phantom plucked from my wildest imagination.

Maybe I did get that lobotomy, after all. Maybe I'm stuck in the fondest delusion. If this is the result, I'll consider the treatment a success.

My hands rhythmically stroked her back and arms as a hearty sigh parted from her lips, her body undulating, pushing closer. I withheld the growl that wanted to rip from my throat and confined a tight leash on my composure.

Micah's thick eyelashes opened in slow motion, recognition lighting her gaze.

She attempted to pull away, the supposed retraction unacceptable. My arms locked her in closer on instinct alone.

"Stay." A simple request.

Her omniscient irises tracked over my features. I could still detect a trace of hurt hidden behind their pools, and my heart cracked when she whispered a name.

"Katsy?"

"Don't say it. Don't contaminate this moment with her. I'm sorry you had to see that." I pressed closer, as if to rid myself of the unwanted image. "Just know that I will never touch her again…unless I'm crushing her throat with my bare hands."

I knew what I was promising: sacrificing my correspondence with G, and risking Katsy snitching on my dealings—which she would. Still, I promised, and I fucking meant it. For this moment, this one snapshot of time with Micah.

I shook the concept from my head, not wanting to dwell on my depressing future, but instead bathing in the present.

My reassurance was enough. Micah relaxed in my hold and wiggled her position, trying to get comfortable in the limited space. She hitched a leg over my waist, the slit of her pencil skirt baring open to flash the lacy top of her thigh-high stocking.

My hand dug into the flesh of her upper leg to stop further ascent, her centre so close to scraping against my expanding arousal.

With all my concentration slamming down on my wayward hormones, I didn't recognise Micah's advance until she pressed a kiss to my lips.

I kissed her back.

Her hand roamed to the back of my neck as her addictive mouth fed me my soul. My grip involuntarily tightened, stamping my fingerprints into her skin as she released a contented sigh.

If this was all illusion, I never wanted to return to reality.

MICAH

We kissed for what seemed both like a second and an eternity. Time wasn't a structure when I was wrapped in his arms. My body thrummed in satisfied content, and when his lips wrapped around my tongue, my nerve endings short-circuited, distributing an all-over shudder.

"So sensitive," he said, voice husky.

"It's my Variant."

"Then pray tell. What is it, so I can help it along?" Using an elbow, he shifted upward, licking up the length of my neck in one fluid motion. "You have a tiny beauty spot right here." His head bowed to suck below my jawline, the spot extremely sensitive, sending shockwaves straight to my centre.

"I can sense the way people feel."

"You're an empath? As in, you sense people's emotions?" He never stopped his ministration, speaking in between his well-attended task.

"Not exactly. It's more complicated than that, more…encompassing and integral than sensing one's emotions." Lifting a hand, I lightly trailed my fingers up his arm, goosebumps raised over his tattooed skin, chasing the movement. "When I'm in close proximity to someone, I get a flash of insight from their core within."

August paused, his face hovering above. His swollen lips tilted upward when my hand came to rest on the centre of his steady, thumping chest. "My body receives a physical response to the way someone is feeling at that given time, but more importantly, I sense their deep-seated intentions."

Warm fingers circled patterns up and down the exposed flesh between my panties and stocking, my eyes closing at the overwhelming heat gathering in the wake of his touch.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip in order to regain some semblance of stability. Hopeless need was only growing, and with him this close, I was rapidly losing complete command of any conviction.

"Can you sense my intentions right now?" August whispered, his breath brushing over my lips in the softest caress, wandering fingertips lifting higher and higher.

"My ability is most responsive when I'm in direct contact," I managed to breathe, my voice hitching when his knuckles slid over my delicate inner thigh.

"Then tell me, Micah. Tell me what it is you feel," August said, reaching the edge of my soaked panties.

My eyes flew open to find his gaze locked on mine with laser focus, the shocking black so depthless, so infinite—and frankly disturbing. Yet I found myself more than willing to submerge and subsequently drown in the devastating abyss.

"You," I replied. "All I feel is you."

All manner of thought evaporated when his fingers skimmed beneath the fabric and swiped through my sensitive core.

August tortured me, savouring my submission with his compelling touch, his strokes gentle, efforts unhurried. He drank down my moans and ravished my body, never succumbing to my commands for more.

He removed my clothes with firm precision, laying me naked and exposed before his fevered gaze. He relinquished his shirt in return, remaining in his jeans, his eyes scoring burning flames over my skin and causing smoke and ash to barrage my mind.

Climbing above me, his forehead bowed, resting against the tattoo between my breasts. "Fuck," he uttered. "You're gonna be the death of me, I fucking swear it."

"Do you want to stop?"

August's canines sharply nipped my skin. "That's the problem. I won't ever want to stop." He shifted his head and aggressively sucked my nipple into his mouth. And when his teeth sunk into the delicate peak, my ribcage nearly fractured from my erratically pounding heart.

His hands and mouth never left my body, endlessly caressing, kneading, licking and sucking. He was attentive and particular, never intruding on the place I wanted him most—needed him most.

"August," I pleaded, pushing my pelvis upward, searching for friction.

August heard my call and settled on my side. He kissed me on the mouth and his hand finally lowered between my legs, circling my throbbing, slick entrance.

He shuddered, a distinct growl escaping his clenched teeth. "Perfect tits, perfect fucking pussy. You were made for me, Micah." I gyrated into his hand, demanding more contact. "Hush, baby, I've got you. Couldn't think of a better way to thank you."

"Thank me? For what?"

"For saving me…in more ways than one." Before I could question his statement, he pushed two fingers into my weeping pussy, both of us relinquishing a groan.

His pumps increased in tempo and rhythm, sending quakes of pleasure reverberating through my bones. His thumb soon raised to my clit to join in the assault, the motion of his hand in perfect synchronisation.

The chase for the high peaked to superior heights, and when his fingers curved inward at the perfect angle, my psyche tipped over into euphoric bliss. My walls clenched onto his fingers, demanding they stay there, deep inside me. In the end, all I could process was Psycho swallowing my screams by swiping his tongue into my mouth.

PSYCHO

"August." A name I hadn't heard spoken for years. My insides lit up with the sound pressing from her lips. She was the first person I had ever freely surrendered it to, and I couldn't bring myself to regret it.

Micah was a living, breathing goddess, her orgasm only classified as divine intervention for the effect her release had on my soul. I didn't know how I'd let her go, watch her leave.

With her pliant body beneath my hands, I'd stolen ownership of her very being. She just didn't know it yet. But when I was done with her, she would.

Micah's hand reached for my waistband. I shook my head and jolted off the stretcher. With all contact lost, her lips raised in a disappointed pout. I chuckled. "This isn't about me, this is about you. Only you."

I raised my hand to lick my soaked fingers clean, eyes rolling when the sweet flavour hit my tastebuds, instantly regretting my words.

The sensation was surreal. Her tightening walls, the taste of her lust, the impression of her soft, unblemished skin—all of it concocted and prepared perfectly for me.

There was nothing I wanted more than to connect with her in every physical way. But tonight was about worshiping her. Keeping my pants on was the best decision I'd ever made. I had to create distance, ‘cause if she kept on touching me and tracking my body with desire in her eyes, I'd definitely fold. And if she called my name again, I was undeniably a fucking goner.

I lifted the arm restraints dangling loose from the stretcher and held them open in invitation. Recognition flashed over her face as she placed her wrists in the leather straps, allowing me to lock her arms down by her sides.

My possessive animal roared with approval at the act of trust.

I rummaged through the operation room and my gaze caught on the Electroconvulsive Therapy Machine (ECT). I planted it next to the stretcher and opened a new set of sterile electrode pads.

She was a banquet of sin, my restrained golden girl. I approached her like the starved beast I was, my eyes never wavering from her alluring form.

She tracked me with pinpointed focus. "What about yours? What's your Variant?"

My mouth curved into a hungry smirk. "Mine's more primal. Like an alter ego, perhaps. When there isn't a suppressant in place and my Variant is triggered, my physical senses heighten, and I turn into a predator."

I crawled atop the stretcher, her knees parting to accommodate my bulk. She was confident, not shy to show off her body, and receptive to my observation. It was beyond fucking sexy.

"Touch becomes sensitive."

Kneeling between her open thighs, I raised one of her legs and massaged her calf in aching suspense. My tongue flicked out to saturate my lips at the unobstructed, appetising view, her centre bare and dripping from her previous orgasm.

"Vision sharpens."

Yielding to her undulating call, I proceeded to suck and lick up her toned leg. When I bit the inside of her knee, Micah's pelvis buckled upward amid a sharp, unbelieving gasp.

"Sound amplifies."

Folding forward onto my stomach, my face hovered directly in front of her shining centre. Pressing closer, my nose scraped between her inviting lips, dousing my nose in her desire.

"And my sense of smell and taste increase beyond comprehension," I finished, my voice gruff.

My tongue dipped out for another desperate taste, a thunderous snarl vibrating through my chest as her essence saturated the lining of my mouth.

Micah wasn't faring any better, her muscles practically quivering from my minute measures. I pulled back slightly and attached the electrode pads to her inner thighs.

I never did anything lightly, and I wasn't about to start. The first time I tasted Micah had already become a core memory. We had an electrifying connection from the moment we met, and it was time to make that a physical reality.

Raising on my elbows, I caught her attention. "Safe word?"

Her lustful gaze faltered. "Safe word?"

My fingers curled forward, scarcely skimming her hypersensitive clit. "I'm here to give you pleasure, baby, and a little pain. So I need a safe word."

She gyrated her hips forward, searching for more of my touch. "Don't stop."

I withdrew and tsked. "That's a bit confusing."

"For fuck's sake, August. You'll know when to stop when I've broken these chains and choked you out with them."

"Hmm, kinky."

Micah legitimately growled, and I couldn't help chuckling. Before she could cuss me out again, I switched the ECT machine onto the lowest setting.

Gentle pulses of electricity stimulated her nerve endings, causing her thigh muscles to pulsate and tense.

"More," she said.

Who was I to refuse? I upped the electricity, her legs spasming from the contracted waves.

"More," she repeated, her tone practically begging, body fucking trembling. I followed her command, the setting high and surely on the verge of pain, not even the pads of the ECT machine silencing her plea. Further proof she was fucking made for me.

"Still with me, baby?"

She bit into her lip. "Mmm, it hurts so good."

I was going to come in my pants just from watching her.

My lips swooped forward to catch a stray drop of her cum that escaped down her ass cheek. Upon contact came a pulsing current that left a sentient tingling across my mouth.

A dangerous concoction of depravity thickened in my veins. From Micah's hoarse cries to the satisfying afterburn on my lips, pleasure pulsated directly to my strained cock.

Fuck. That was it for me. I sent a long, pressured lick between her swollen lips, the impact causing her to come with fervour, her fingers latched tightly in my hair.

I had no idea how she'd escaped her restraints, and I couldn't bring myself to give a single fuck.

My sole focus was on something entirely more important. I was fucking famished, and this was only the entrée. "Hmm, I didn't get my fill yet. I need more."

Her head thrashed from side to side, glossy hair flying in all directions. "I can't, August. I can't." Her shaking hand still pulled at my roots, contradicting her words by directing my face back to her responsive core.

"You can. I'm the apex predator, baby. Equipped to hunt and pursue prey as easily as any wolf. Now, let me feast."

"Oh, god."

I held no reservations and checked out, my mouth latching on to her quivering centre, increasing pressure in rapid release. I flicked my tongue out in quick succession and suckled on her swollen clit. A sharp electric current continuously ran over my lips, the pulsing frequency intensifying my hard-on to extreme measures.

Micah rode my face with wild abandon, rubbing her juices all over me, driving me savage.

I ventured lower and speared my tongue inside her, searching for more, mining for her cum.

"Fuck, Augus—"

I blindly increased the voltage from the ECT machine once more, her thighs violently vibrating as I impaled her over and over again.

Then she completely detonated.

Micah's back arched off the bed, head pitching backward as a scream ripped from her heaving chest. She contracted tightly, relentlessly squeezing my tongue as it continued to push against her spasming walls.

The passionate view shattered any last shred of my control, dragging me over the edge alongside her. My strained cock pulsated in complete ecstasy, my orgasm lengthening with no end in sight.

My strokes slowed leisurely as I proceeded to lick her clean. I refused to let any go to waste.