24. Rain

Getting ready for bed, I am in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I see E in the mirror, standing behind me. He’s leaning against the wall, crossing his legs at his ankles and his hands go into his black sweatpants pockets. His chest is bare, decorated with intricate, beautiful ink designs. My eyes move down his arms and stop on the bat wings. I take in each line of each wing. Then, I look at mine through the mirror, examining them the same. A part of me still hates them and wants them covered.

But how he described me and the new meaning of little bat, spreading my wings and finally being free, finally being myself. Where I am supposed to be. They symbolize so much more than a fucking cult.

“You need to get out of your head.”

Continuing to finish brushing my teeth. I don’t respond, he’s right. He knows it.

Placing my toothbrush in the holder, I turn around and face him, leaning against the counter. His eyes slowly linger on my body, just as mine did to him. From my bare legs to my oversized tee and up to my eyes. Slowly, he takes a step forward, his feet bare against the tile floor. His gaze doesn’t falter from mine. As he reaches me, I can feel his breath on my skin as he looks down on me.

“Tomorrow. Once they see me, most of his followers will stand and watch. None are stupid enough to get between me and my target. I love the thrill, the pain and blood too much. They wouldn’t stand a chance if they stepped up to defend him. It should be us and him. Should anyone try and stop us, I will handle it. If shit goes sideways, get out. Run the opposite way we came in. It will take you to the ocean. Caves line the coastline. Find one, get in it and stay there. I will find you.”

I absorb what he is saying. I hate it, but nod in understanding.

“That is worse case, little bat. If everything goes how I think it will, your father will think I am bringing you to him. He will take the bait, you will kill him with the same dagger he had me kill your mother with. She will be with you as much as I will be. You have come so far, little bat. You are so fucking strong. Remember that tomorrow. Never doubt yourself.” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “My mother is mine.”

Grabbing onto his hands, I step into him, looking up, “Okay.”

His mouth brushes against the crown of my head, my hair is in a pony, he lets go of my hands and grips it at the base. Yanking my hair down, my head is thrown back, and Elijah is right in my face now. “Nothing can happen to you tomorrow. Do you get that? Without you, there is no me.”

I feel each of his words, they give me a small glimpse into the heart he has been so protective over. Chills rush up my spine, his face is stern and serious but his words express it all.

He is scared.

He is worried.

So am I.

We can only have these thoughts tonight. Because tomorrow, not an inch of doubt can be in our minds.

I won’t be a liability for him.

“You have the dagger still?”

His voice rasps, “Of course. It’s yours. To help keep her close no matter where we are.”

As fucked up as it is. Which it is on so many levels, it would take years for a therapist to dissect, but I get what he is saying. This is his romantic gesture.

As I move to kiss him, he beats me by letting go of my hair and hoisting me effortlessly onto the bathroom counter. My legs spread as he steps into them, and his cock is rock hard through his sweatpants as he grinds against me, taunting me with what I need.

“You want this?” His voice is rough, and his mouth smirks.

My eyes look up at him, begging for him to give us the fucking we need. I don’t want to be gentle with him. Not now. How he is with me, makes me feel alive for the first time in twenty-one years.

His finger begins to caress one of my nipples, circling it until it is nearly piercing through my top. My breathing picks up with each movement he makes on me. Biting my lip, I keep eye contact with him.

Moving his finger slowly up my chest, he brushes my collar bone, and then strokes my neck moving up my jaw. E pushes his finger between my lips. “Suck.”

Using my tongue, I skim the underside of his finger, as I would if it were his massive cock in my mouth. The thought of his cock leaking into my mouth makes my mouth water.

Hollowing my cheeks, I begin sucking, moving my mouth ever so slightly back and forth, taking him as deep as I can. Using my teeth I graze his skin, his breath hitches and his eyes have now hooded.

Elijah grips my jaw with his other hand. He pulls his finger out of my mouth and smashes his lips against mine, devouring me. Our tongues lap each other, and our teeth scrape, clattering against one another. But it doesn’t stop us.

He grips my hair again, pulling me back as we break apart, panting. His eyes examine me, moving across my face and down my body.

Completely at his mercy.

I reach up to touch his face, but he doesn’t move or stop me. His eyes show he is curious.

My fingers trace along the beautiful black ink detail decorating his face, from the lines around his eyes, the shading it’s filled with, to his nose which gives the illusion of being hollowed, and the lines coming from each side of his lips going to his cheeks. Then I touch his lips, lines run down them as well, “Mine. My beautiful man.” My voice purrs.

Catching me off guard, his mouth opens and his teeth bite down gently on my fingers.

A part of me hopes he bites harder, to break my skin, to taste all of me. He can sense it as he releases my fingers and chuckles.

“This will be rough and fast. We take what we both fucking need. After tomorrow, we can spend days devouring one another. To do anything we fucking want. You will be begging me to stop by the end.”

My head tilts, challenging him “Or you will be begging me.”

E pulls my hair harder, and his mouth goes next to my ear, whispering, “Challenge accepted, little bat.”

My pussy is throbbing, he is edging me with need as he begins to grind against me again. I feel his hand gripping my thigh, roughly moving up as his thumb circles my skin with each movement. As he reaches my hip, he slowly moves until his knuckles begin to skim down the hem of my panties. Slipping a finger underneath, he pulls the part covering my pussy to the side.

“I’m on my period.”

My statement doesn’t seem to bother him.

His fingers tease my swollen lips, then finding the string to my tampon, he pulls it out. Dropping it on the tiled floor.

“Take my cock out.” He demands.

I grip the waistband of his pants and pull them down as far as I can, considering my current state, then reach down the front and pull his hard cock out. My hand grips it, then begins stroking it back and forth. Precum leaks from his tip as my thumb rubs it, teasing him.

“Let go. This is my show.” His teeth are gritting, which means I am getting to him. I take this as a win, smiling back.

As I let go, he replaced my hand with his. Lining up his cock to my entrance, he slams into me. My back arches as my pelvis meets his, and a loud moan leaves my mouth.

We never break eye contact.

E wraps my hair around his fist, giving him a better grip on me. It stings at the crown of my head, but equally feels fucking incredible.

Wrapping my legs around him, my ankles meet, crossing over each other and locking in place. My hands are gripping the counter ledge for balance. E lets go of my panties, now gripping my hip under my sleep shirt. He pounds into me with more force each time. I know I am going to hurt tomorrow, hopefully bruise, so I am reminded each time I move.

Because this fucking man owns me.

My clit rubs against his pelvis as he grinds against me. His thick cock rubs against the walls at the same time. My body begins to tingle. Just as I think I am about to orgasm he stops, and a whimper leaves my mouth, I am aching.

Elijah pulls my hair harder as he resumes pounding into me. My pussy clamps around him as the familiar tingle comes back.

His voice rasps, “Come.”

I do.

My entire body tingles and begins to shake as I come around his cock. It’s taking everything I have to keep my eyes in contact with his. His movement becomes more rapid as I feel ropes of his warm come begin to coat me. My hands grip the counter, and my knuckles turn white as I continue to use him as my orgasm flows through me.

“My fucking good girl. Aren’t you? Listening to me. Obeying me. Coming for me.” He praises.

Nodding my head, my heart races as I respond, breathless, “Always.”

Our movement starts to slow as we come down from the high. E releases my hair, placing one hand on either side of me.

My legs stay wrapped around him as our movements stop. We stay like this for a bit, neither of us wanting to move. His forehead rests against mine, we are both sticky from sweat.

“I am always keeping you.” His voice rasps, confessing.

My eyes close, taking in his words.

He wants to keep me. My body wants to cry, but I won’t allow it. Suppressing that feeling instead, as I continue to absorb the magnitude of what he has said. Spoken and not.

“Promise?”

His lips kiss the tip of my nose, then whispers, “Promise.”

I nod, then grip his face with my tiny hands and open my eyes to look back at him, “Good. Because I am always keeping you.”

He swallows, as if he is relieved by my response. He isn’t used to being vulnerable.

Moving back, E pulls out of me, and my pussy drips with our release. It is mixed with my period blood, which is also dripping off his cock. Instead of pulling his pants up, he removes my legs from his hips and gingerly lets them go.

E then kicks his sweats free from around his ankles, and bending over he picks them up.

Bringing them up to my pussy, E begins to wipe me clean. Then he opens the cabinet, grabs something quickly and then closes it. He tears the plastic wrap off the new tampon, lines the applicator up to me and pushes the new tampon inside of me.

Once he is satisfied, E slides my panties back over my exposed area, throws his sweats in the hamper. Grabbing the used tampon from the floor, he disposes everything into the garbage bin.

Blood stains my thighs.

Jumping down from the counter, I noticed some left behind where I was sitting as well. Something I decide I’ll clean in the morning.

His cock ring also catches my eye, which also has my blood glistening on it. It makes me feel possessive. This is how E must feel, but all the time with me.

I like it.

Walking out of the bathroom, I jump into our bed. He comes up next to me, taking my blankets and tucks me in tight, like a cocoon. E walks over to his side, getting in under the cover, rolls over to face me, and doesn’t say another word, instead just watching me. His eyes seem different—proud, happy, lust or perhaps love? Regardless, I will take it all or whatever he is capable of giving me, because we are never going to be apart.

Tomorrow solidifies our bond.