Chapter 27 - Callum

When we step inside the cabin, the first thing I see is the fish that Stone caught.

The man is tied to a chair in the middle of the living area with plastic sheets on the floor beneath him. Just like I had been in Stone’s apartment not so long ago.

He’s dirty and bloody, his jeans ripped. His short hair is sticking up in all directions, and there’s duct tape over his mouth. A trail of dried blood goes from his nose and over the tape to his chin. His head lolls to one side, his eyes closed.

“When did you do this?” I ask.

Stone comes up behind me, his hands on my waist as he leans in. “Last night after you fell asleep the first time. I was only gone a couple hours.”

As he starts placing feathering kisses below my ear and down the side of my neck, the man in the chair groans. His eyelids flutter. When he spots us, his eyes fly wide open, and his spine jerks up straight.

“Do you want to know what he did?” Stone whispers in my ear.

The guy starts struggling against the binds holding him in place, murmuring words beneath the tape.

All I can do is nod.

I don’t need to know, but after seeing how broken up Eric was over his uncle, I think it might help.

I know I need to tell Stone that someone’s onto him. I spent the majority of the ride here with my eyes on the side mirror to make sure we weren’t being followed. Even though I didn’t know Stone was planning this , I’ve been extra cautious.

But I can’t tell Stone that without telling him who. Even though Eric broke into my room and invaded my privacy, he’s still my friend. He’s probably the only guy from high school I would’ve been happy to see.

I don’t want Stone to kill him.

Then again, if Stone only kills the bad guys, was Eric’s uncle one of them? If he was, does Eric know?

Maybe I can figure out how to get everything resolved without anyone dying.

I’ll worry about that later, of course.

“Do you want to tell him, Matthew?” Stone asks the man as though he really could.

Matthew stops wrestling against the ropes to glare at him.

“Okay, fine.”

Stone moves his hands off my waist, wrapping his arms around me to place his palms flat over my stomach, his front pressed against my back. He rests his chin on my shoulder as we both stare straight ahead at his hostage.

My heart is already starting to beat wildly with adrenaline, anticipating a kind of ethereal calm that’ll soon follow.

“Matthew here is a fantastic piece of shit. He spent eight years of his nine-year marriage beating his wife. The last time was so bad it landed her in the hospital fighting for her life.”

Well, if anything, knowing that has me looking forward to what Stone’s going to do to him even more.

I want to see him cut open.

I want to see him bleed.

“He spent a few years in prison while his wife filed for divorce and moved far away. But apparently that wasn’t good enough. He still loves beating women. Don’t you, Matthew?”

Once more, he starts struggling, his muffled curses or pleas or whatever it is he’s trying to say growing louder.

Stone lifts his chin, his lips skimming over the shell of my ear. “Do you want to hear him scream?”

Again, all I can do is nod. My breathing is shallow and heavy. My head feels a little light because I’m pretty sure all my blood is rushing elsewhere.

Sure enough, when Stone lowers one of his hands over my crotch, my half-hard dick takes interest, thickening even more. He hums in my ear and grinds against my ass, his cock growing hard too as he palms mine over my jeans.

“Fuck. I love that you’re just as fucking depraved as I am. Your ass was made for my cock, and your twisted mind was made just for me.”

I’m pretty sure he was made for me , but I’ll let him believe it’s the other way around for now.

Matthew might also be a homophobe judging by the way the part of his face I can see scrunches in disgust.

Fucking kill him.

Stone releases me and steps back. I almost whine at the loss of his body against mine, but I’m too amped up for what comes next. He pulls me over to a desk that’s up against the wall just beside the door and says, “Sit here. You’ll have the best view.”

There’s no chair—it’s probably the one Matthew is occupying—so I hop on top of the desk beside the bag Stone must’ve set there when we got in.

My eyes take a quick sweep around the room. I hadn’t paid any attention to the inside of the cabin once my eyes landed on Matthew. Pretty much the only furniture in the living room are the desk I’m on and a worn, tan fabric couch. There are a couple of closed doors that probably lead to a bedroom and a bathroom, and there’s a small kitchen to the left. Fishing poles and old photographs hang on the walls.

After Stone digs out his knife with the rosewood handle from his bag, he approaches his prisoner with a sinister smirk on his beautiful face.

“My boy wants to hear you scream, Matthew.”

The man’s eyes go wide. His nostrils flare.

Stone rips off the tape.

“You fucking motherfuckers! You dirty, disgusting f—”

When Stone’s knife is embedded deep in his thigh, Matthew’s ear-splitting scream interrupts the homophobic slur that was undoubtedly about to come out of his mouth. It only gets louder when Stone yanks the blade back out.

Even with the tears gathering in his eyes, Matthew still glares up at Stone as he struggles against the ropes. “I’m gonna fuck you both up so bad that—”

Stone jabs the knife into Matthew’s other leg.

Another scream rips through the cabin.

Leaning forward, Stone lowers his voice to a scary, deep snarl as Matthew whimpers. “If I wasn’t already planning on killing you, I certainly would now for thinking you could even get close to him. He’s. Fucking. Mine. ”

My cock presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans at those words.

It’s not so much the screaming. Or even the blood dripping from the man’s legs onto the plastic sheets.

It’s Stone.

Watching him unleashed is a thing of fucking beauty.

He’s the roaring thunder in a storm.

The violent waves that capsize ships.

The howling gale that uproots a forest.

But…

I want to see him kill.

Stone twists the knife in Matthew’s leg before pulling it out. The next scream is weaker, followed by choked, wet sobs. When he faces me, my breath catches. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, pupils blown, hardly any green visible.

The howling gale that uproots a forest.

He stalks toward me, blood dripping off his knife. But that doesn’t stop him from tossing it onto the desk as he settles between my legs, raking his fingers through my hair. He grips it by the roots and tugs my head back. The moment my lips part on a gasp, his tongue plunges inside my mouth. He devours me, his lips moving against mine so hard I think they might bruise. His teeth sink into my bottom lip.

My cock is fully hard in an instant. He’s not fucking holding back for once. I grab tight onto his hips, clinging to him for dear life. Because even though I’m sitting, I’m at risk of total collapse.

Stone finally gives me a chance to breathe when he yanks my head back further. His mouth moves over my jaw to my throat. He kisses and licks and bites while I’m left panting, eyes closed, focused only on every sensation that comes from his lips and tongue and teeth.

“Do you have any requests?” he asks against my neck.

His words reach my ears quickly enough, but it’s like they rebound right off my brain.

“Requests?” My own voice sounds far away.

He kisses my throat. “You’ve got me on a leash, Callum.” He licks across my Adam’s apple. “I’ll do fucking anything for you.” He nips at my skin. “How do you want me to kill him?”

Oh.

Matthew is making pathetic noises, grunts and whimpers. But it’s little more than white noise as images of all his possible deaths flash through my mind.

Before I can settle on one, Stone asks, “Slow? Quick?”

“Um.” I gasp when his teeth scrape over my pulse point. “Quick.”

Even though I love watching Stone in action, it’s the final death I crave the most.

I groan as he grinds his erection against the inside of my thigh, hard as a rock in his jeans. He crushes his mouth to mine again. It’s a burning, impassioned exploration of his hot tongue between the all-consuming touch of his soft lips and brutal kiss.

If I had to choose between this, us , and the world ending, I’d choose the world.

Since the world isn’t ending right now, the kiss must. Stone picks up his knife and steps back. He walks backwards without taking his dark eyes off me.

It’s like he’s still possessing me.

“Please,” Matthew whimpers, blinking past all the tears rolling down his cheeks. “I won’t hurt anyone else.”

Now he wants to beg. And lie.

Fortunately, I know that won’t stop Stone. He strolls over, the sexiest fucking reaper I’ve ever seen, and rounds the chair until he’s standing behind it. Without touching the man with anything but the knife, he smoothly and effortlessly glides the blade across the front of the man’s throat. There’s a garbled cry just before a crimson waterfall spills down his neck, soaking the front of his shirt.

I’m hypnotized as I watch each one of his desperate attempts to breathe. More and more blood pours out, dark and viscous and gurgling. His body jerks. His eyes are open, frantic, pupils blown.

I’m entranced, under Death’s spell. Or Stone’s.

Maybe they’re one in the same.

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

Stone’s voice pulls me a little toward the surface of where I’ve been drifting in that sea of calm that could probably carry me so far out I’d never be able to find the shore again. Maybe as long as Stone is there, I won’t lose myself. I won’t drown.

He’s still standing behind the man bleeding out in the chair. But his eyes are fixed on me.

“What?” I ask because I can think of nothing else to say.

My body and mind don’t feel like my own. Every muscle is loose, free of tension and stress and worries. It’s like I’ve never known what it is to be afraid or angry or unhappy. Nothing bad exists.

Stone slowly rounds the chair, dropping the knife on the plastic as my gaze returns to the life fading from Matthew’s eyes. Stone is careful not to get in the way of my line of sight of the gift he’s given me as he approaches. Even as he stops to stand between my legs again, he leans to one side.

With his lips at my ear, he asks, “Do you know what the monarch butterfly symbolizes?”

I’m floating so fucking far away that I don’t even register how random his words are. “As in our team name?”

“Yes. You’re just as beautiful and graceful as one, especially when you’re flying across the ice.” He kisses me below the ear, sending a welcome shiver down my spine. “But they also symbolize rebirth. Transformation. You have that in common too.”

As Stone grips my thighs and kisses along the side of my neck, my head tilts, granting him more access. Meanwhile, Matthew’s head hangs down, blood still flowing from his neck and pooling on the plastic below.

He’s dead.

I know it because I can feel it.

“What do you mean?” I think I say it out loud. My voice kind of echoes inside my own head like my ears are stuffed full of cotton.

“I can see it in you. A metamorphosis. When you witness death, it makes you feel alive. You’re shedding all those bad things. You’re leaving them behind and becoming something even more beautiful than you already were.”

I lean back, looking away from yet another death that’s changed me to peer into Stone’s eyes instead. “I love you.”

He smiles. “I know.”

Because he does. Because I’ve already told him I’m his. Once I did that, I already loved him. That was my big confession, not this.

“I love you too,” he says. “You’re mine, Callum, and you’ll always be mine. I want to give you everything you want. Forever. But I think the one thing I could never give you if you wanted it was to let you go.”

“I’ll never want that.”

He kisses me. It’s not quite as savage and crazed as the last one. It’s just as deep but a little softer, a bit slower. Once again, he grinds his erection against my thigh. I don’t know if I’m hard again or hard still , but my dick responds by throbbing in my jeans.

“I want you to fuck me,” Stone growls against my lips.

“Fuck.”

As though his words speak to the most primal part of me, my hands shoot out to grasp the bottom of his shirt before I’m pulling it off him. I toss it away, then place my hands on the back of his head to haul his mouth back to mine. He lets me control the kiss for a few seconds before he removes my shirt next.

“Would you like that, baby?” he asks as he runs his hands up my stomach to my chest. “You wanna fuck a killer?”

I groan as he pinches both my nipples. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

He’s mentioned it before. But, before, I was scared. I’ve never fucked anyone.

What if I suck at it?

However, right now, I don’t have a care in the fucking world. I’ll give him anything for what he just gave me.

The moment I agree, Stone is kicking off his shoes and unzipping his jeans. When I lower myself off the desk, I sway a bit, my legs weak. Stone helps to steady me, then undoes my jeans too. He reaches into my boxers and grips my hard cock. I moan and thrust into his hand.

“Fuck. I need you inside me.”

“Then get the fuck on the couch.”

He smirks as he releases me and reaches for his bag, digging out a bottle of lube. Then he takes off the rest of his clothes and steps back. I bite my lip as my eyes rake over his glorious, naked body. They glance briefly over to the dead one behind him, then back to him.

I’ve never wanted to fuck him more than I do right now.

My beautiful fucking killer.

“Stone.” His name comes out as a whimper, a moan, and a plea. “I want you so bad.”

“Then come get me.”

I drop my jeans and step out of them. As he walks backwards, my gaze follows him before I can get my feet to do the same. By the time my sluggish brain convinces them to move, he’s already at the couch. I walk around the scene of the crime, avoiding the plastic sheets, and come to a halt at the end of the sofa while Stone stands in front of it.

Our eyes are still locked. Then mine drops to his cock as he strokes it.

“Do you want to prep me or do you want to watch me do it myself?” he asks, his voice luring and husky.

Fuck.

Can I say both?

Even though my heart is racing and my breathing is a bit erratic, I’m still in that post-death daze, that blissful stupor. If I’m ever going to have the confidence to do this, it’d be now.

“Can I?”

He groans. “Fuck yes. Lie down.”

Somehow, I get my feet to move again. I lie down and Stone climbs on top of me, straddling me with his ass in my face. I don’t get the chance to do anything first before a hot, wet mouth envelops my cock.

“Fuuuck.”

I shut my eyes and throw my head back as he sucks me down. His tongue glides along my shaft as his lips move from base to tip. The suction, the heat, the fact that it’s Stone’s mouth on me, all of it is fucking perfect.

Then the heat of him is gone.

“Did you forget what you were supposed to be doing?”

“Yes.”

He chuckles and then takes my dick back in his mouth. I try to focus past the pleasure rushing through me. When I reach up to knead his ass, he moans, the sound rumbling around my cock and making that endeavor even more difficult.

Parting his cheeks, I groan at the sight of his hole.

I want the fuck inside him.

Raising my head, I lick around his rim, and he moans again. It’s encouraging, so I do it again. And again. And…fuck. Just like that, I’m addicted. Needing more, I thrust my tongue inside him like he’s done to me. His next moan is so loud and so long that I have to hold myself back from exploding in his mouth.

As I work in a finger along with my tongue, Stone reaches back, handing me the bottle of lube. I take it and remove my tongue and finger from his ass to pour some into my hand and over his crack.

I’m fucking trembling all over from the effort of fighting back an orgasm as he continues sucking my cock while I slowly thrust a finger back inside him. Then two. Eventually, I get a third in him. By then, my balls are tight, and there are flames licking at the base of my spine.

Before things are over much sooner than I’d like, Stone lifts off me.

“Need you inside me, Cal.” He crawls forward and rests his forearms on the armrest of the couch. He peers back at me over his shoulder. “Right the fuck now.”

I scramble up onto my knees, settling between his legs behind him. My hands are shaking as I pour lube over my cock, dripping a little onto the cushion. Tossing the bottle onto the floor, I line the head of my dick with his hole and slowly push forward.

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until my crown slips past his rim and all the air comes rushing out of my lungs. I collapse forward on top of him, my chest pressed to his back. My cock slides in a little deeper. Colors burst behind my eyelids. He’s so fucking tight and warm. I’ve never felt anything like it.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you.” He’s panting beneath me, his back moving erratically under my chest. “Fuck me, Callum. Please.” Again, he looks back at me. “I’ll tell you a secret. I’ve always wanted to get fucked after a kill.”

Fucking hell.

“Then I’ll give you what you want, killer. Just like you always do for me.”

He moans as I raise myself off him and grip his hips. As I slowly pull out and thrust back in a couple times, letting him adjust, I watch as my cock slides in and out of his hole.

Fuck, that’s hot.

On the next drive, I slam into him. His back arches, and the low noise he makes joins all the bright lights and colors that make up the fireworks of pleasure filling my senses.

Tightening my hold on his hips, I fuck into him with a feral need. A need I know I’ll ever feel for only him . This man who’s killed for me. This man who’s seen more of me than anyone else ever has. This man who’s saved me and ruined me at the same time.

Being inside him is a rush of power I never thought I’d be capable of feeling.

“Fuck, yes.” Stone’s head rolls back on his shoulders. He groans. His voice comes out husky and breathless, which only turns me on even more. “You fuck me so good, baby. If this is my reward, I’ll kill for you whenever the fuck you want.”

At the reminder, my gaze wanders to the center of the room to the lifeless body slumped in the chair.

My hips stutter as that familiar feeling overwhelms me. It hasn’t gone anywhere. The calm, the euphoria. But it’s like a second wave of it hits me even harder than the first.

I can’t look away from the fresh kill, the aura of death that still surrounds it.

“Stone,” I whimper, my fingers digging into his sides so hard they might leave bruises.

“What do you need, baby?”

I shake my head that’s feeling a bit too light. “I don’t know.”

“I do. Lie back down.”

Leaving the tight heat of his ass is about the last thing I want to do. But after I manage to do that, I practically collapse back, as though I’m perfectly content with letting the current of all these sensations take me under.

Stone raises up enough to turn around and straddle me. Grabbing my cock, he lowers his body again, impaling himself on it.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I grip his thighs. “Fuck.”

Leaning over, he takes hold of my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. He stares down at me with hooded eyes while he rides my dick, his own cock slapping against my abs. “I know exactly what you need, Callum. We can always give each other what we need.”

He turns my head to the side so my eyes land on the dead body in the room, the one he killed for me. His mouth comes down on the side of my neck, brushing his lips across my skin, the tip of his tongue licking at my pulse point.

“You can look at it,” he says, his warm breath swirling between us like smoke. His thighs flex beneath my hands. “Look at what I did for you while I fuck myself on your cock. Remember the way my knife slid across his throat, the way all that blood came gushing out of him. The way I held his life in my hands and took it away so you could feel alive.”

“Fuck, Stone.” I thrust up into him, chasing a peak of carnal pleasure while I’m swimming in a different kind of euphoria from the sight my eyes are fixed on. “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, baby.” His hand that’s not grasping my chin goes to his cock. “Gonna fucking come all over you. Mark you.”

With his lips still against my neck, I feel them part, feel him pant against my skin before his breath ceases altogether. His body trembles above me. A moment later, his hot cum is shooting between our bodies, pouring out on my stomach.

His ass clenches around my dick. His teeth sink into the crook of my neck.

I slam up into him one last time and unleash every bit of wicked desire and depraved delight I’ve felt since Stone brought me into this cabin. My release spills inside him, and he bites down harder until I’m crying out and choking on a rapt sob.

The cabin fills with the sounds of our heavy breathing as we begin to come down from our high. Stone licks over the spot his teeth just were, then kisses it.

When he lifts his head, he grimaces. “I bit you a little harder than I meant to.”

“I fucking loved it,” I say, my voice wrecked.

He smiles, and I smile back.

Glancing down where his soft cock rests against my abs, he swirls his finger through his cum, then brings it to my lips. I open my mouth and lick it off. He groans, then crashes his mouth to mine so we can share the taste of him.

My dick twitches inside his ass, but there’s no way in hell I have two in me this time.

“We have some cleaning up to do,” he says, glancing down at me then over to dead Matthew. He sighs as he looks back at me with a grin. “A lot.”