Chapter 48

48

ASHER

B y the time the three of us drive back home, everyone else is already there waiting, and when Lincoln walks into the house, we find most of our family gathered around the table with a few of the security guys. To my surprise, Lily is there too, seated between both Zack and Max, with Arthur and Helen hovering behind her, as if all waiting for our appearance.

When we enter, all eyes hit us, taking in the blood and smoke that clings to our skin, and as angry as I can tell Elle is, she doesn't say a word. Her eyes dance across all three of us, lingering on the cuts on Lincoln's throat and arm, her eyes hardening, but Lincoln's stare moves right to the Royton's.

"She's dead," Lincoln confirms for everyone, but mostly for them, and I see fresh tears form in Helen's eyes, as Arthur pulls her into his embrace, knowing that what Lincoln did will in no way make up for their son being gone.

Emotion burns the back of my throat, but I inhale deeply through my nose, taking strength from the man beside me, and holding it in for their sake. They lost a brother and a son, their grief overshadows mine, yet when I meet my own brother's eyes, he stil l nods in understanding and silent thanks.

"How did you do it?" Lily asks, surprising us all, and I see both Zack and Max's hands reach for her under the table.

Lincoln's stare is blank as he replies, "I paid back every injury inflicted on Logan, and then I chopped off all of her fingers, sliced off her face, cut out her tongue, and carved out her heart."

"Fucking hell," Sebastian mutters under his breath, as Harry adds, "They are a match made in fucking heaven."

Lily however, doesn't react, and it's only now I see the damage that has been done, the effect losing her twin has had on her. She was always the quiet one, more reserved, especially in comparison to Logan, but there was still some life there, some light, but not anymore. Now her stare is vacant, as she nods slowly, replaying his words over and over in her mind, before she finally sighs.

"It doesn't help," she mutters, before ripping her hands away from Zack and Max, leaving the room without another word.

Helen quickly follows, but Arthur pauses a little, not saying anything as he looks between Lincoln and I, yet I hear him loud and clear. He is thanking us for avenging his son, and Lily is right, it doesn't help, not in the slightest. The pain of his loss is still fucking crippling, but at least it's over now.

We all watch them leave, and then Elle clears her throat. "Cassie will be staying with the Deckers until tomorrow," she says, glancing between the two of us, and I know what she is trying to say. We have until then to sort our shit out, and all I can do is nod, sliding my hand into Lincoln's and tugging on it gently.

When his eyes meet mine, I see the sorrow there, the guilt. Killing Vivian didn't help him either, and all I can do is offer him a grim smile. "Come on, let's go and get cleaned up." I don't bother saying goodbye to anyone, as I lead him upstairs, making our way straight to the bathroom, so we can once again wash the bloodsta ins from one another's skin.

I help him take off his bulletproof vest, but when I reach to lift up his shirt, wincing because of my shoulder, he grunts. Smacking my hand away, he reaches behind his neck to pull it off over his head. My eyes trail down his chest and stomach, letting myself finally stare at every inch of what now belongs to me.

"See something you like, Dark Prince?" He muses, reaching out to help me out of my own shirt, and all I can do is smirk.

Only he could torture and kill someone, in the worst ways imaginable, and then still find it within himself to flirt with me.

He drops my shirt to the floor, as our eyes collide once more and I reply, "I see something I love." My admission surprises him, no doubt as much as my earlier one, but I am done hiding my feelings and not taking what I want. This world has taught me how fragile time is, and I'm not wasting any more. "This is a now or never kind of life, Lincoln, you should know that by now," I add, repeating the words I said to him so long ago, and he smiles sadly, as his fingers reach out to brush against the chain round my neck.

Then his hands travel down my torso, his fingers trailing along every cut and bruise there, before he reaches for my belt and slowly undoes it. He rips open my pants, pushing them down to my ankles with my boxers, giving me his shoulder to lean on as he helps me step out of them, before rising back to his feet.

"I do know that," he breathes. "And I know it shouldn't be like this, that it shouldn't be just us, but it is, and all we can do is accept that and miss him together, okay?" He asks, and I nod, leaning forward and kissing him softly, both heartbroken at our reality, yet grateful for it anyway. When I pull back he smiles, his eyes darkening a little, as they travel down my body and his pupils dilate. "Good, because I see something I love," he purrs, his eyes now focused on my hardening cock. "So get in the shower and sit on the bench," he commands, and who am I to refuse him?

I position myself per his demand, and he doesn't waste a second, stepping under the spray and dropping to his knees at my feet. The water washes the blood down his skin like he is the God of Death, and his sights are set on me.

"You're going to fuck my mouth, and then I'm going to fuck you," he grits, fisting my cock roughly and stroking me and up down, and it's only now I realize how much he needs this.

He let the darkness take over him today, and he no longer has the light to bring him back from the edge, but I can't be that for him. Logan was my salvation and his savior, and without him, we are lost in the shadows. So I can't bring him back from the edge, but I can go over it with him.

I slide my hand around his neck, swiping at the blood there and smearing it across his skin, before moving my fingers to the back of his neck, as I purr, "Give me that good throat, baby."

Then he is sucking me deep, taking me all the way to the back of his throat without pause. He isn't slow, he isn't gentle, but he is fucking perfect, and completely and utterly mine. He licks and sucks me me until I am fucking his throat and exploding on his tongue, and then I pull him to his feet and return the favor. I swallow his cock in the way I've learned he loves, before stumbling to my feet and erasing the stain of her death from his skin.

Once he is clean, he takes over, brushing the cloth against every part of me, paying extra attention to my wounds, before reaching around behind me and pushing it down between my ass cheeks. His stare is intense as he rubs me there, and my own eyes only darken in a challenge, as he cleans me there.

He reaches over and switches off the sho wer. "Bedroom, now."

There is no waiting for my response, and he doesn't even grab us towels, just drags me from the shower and pulls me into the bedroom, not stopping until we reach his bed. More gentle than I know he needs to be right now, he guides me on to it and pushes me back, leaving my legs hanging off the end. Then he is on top of me, his wet body slick as it glides against my own, our abs and cocks rubbing together in a rhythm that has me quickly hardening again.

Blood still leaks from his throat and arm, but he doesn't seem to care, and when his mouth presses down on mine, I don't either. His tongue trails along my lips, before forcing them open and melting into my own. I can still taste my release there, and I groan into his mouth, grinding my body against his, just so desperate for more of him. As if reading my mind, his hand slides down and wraps around my cock, jerking me slowly, as his mouth trails along my jaw to my ear.

"Do you know how much I love your cock down my throat?" He asks, flicking his tongue against my ear, as I thrust up into his hand, needing more. "How every time I look at you, I fucking ache for your touch and taste," he purrs, releasing my cock and reaching over to the bedside table to grab some lube. He covers his fingers in it, before he pulls back to look down at me. "Spread your legs," he whispers, and I follow his command instantly, and the second I do, his slick fingers slide down and start teasing my hole, making me gasp at the sensation.

We've done this before, his lubed up fingers taunting and teasing me there, but never going all the way, but I can tell from the look in his eye, that he isn't stopping today. He plays with my ass, switching between gentle and rough rubs against my hole, slicking it up with the lube, before one of his fingers starts to push inside. My entire body tenses at first, rejecting the unknown, but the way he is looking at me, has me forcing the breath from my body, relaxing a little, and slowly letting him push inside.

He works it in and out at a torturous pace, swirling it around inside of me until I feel like it's not enough, and reading my body like a fucking book, only then does he pull back and add another finger. He fucks me slowly with them, stretching me out in the most amazing way I have ever felt, as he leans down and peppers kisses along my jaw.

"You're going to let me fuck you, aren't you, Dark Prince?" He murmurs against my skin, and I'm nodding before he has even finished speaking, his fingers still thrusting in and out of me. "You're going to let me sink my cock into this tight little hole and make it mine, aren't you?" He adds, pulling back and adding a third finger that makes me groan.

"Yes, fuck, yes," I moan, pushing myself down against his hand as he brushes some magic spot inside of me.

"Beg for it, baby, I want to hear you plead for my cock," he commands, dragging his mouth down my throat and sucking on the skin there.

"Please," I choke out, not caring how desperate I sound, not when it's for him. "Please, fuck me," I add, and he groans into my neck, his fingers scissoring inside of me, before he starts pushing down my body, his mouth kissing every mark.

When he drops to the floor, I expect his mouth on my cock again, so when I am greeted with the hot swipe of his tongue against his fingers, I can't help but rise up off the bed in surprise. I hear his chuckle, as he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue.

Fuck. Me.

His hands spread apart my ass as his tongue spears my hole, and all I can do is grip the sheets. It's foreign and filthy, and so fucking heavenly that I feel like I might explode. My gasps and groans mix in the air with his moans, but right now, I don't care if t he whole house hears us.

"Look at you, Dark Prince, you're such a pretty, quivering little mess for me," he praises, as he takes another lazy lick of my rim. "I bet this ass is going to swallow my cock so fucking good," he adds, pushing his tongue inside my hole, and pulling a strangled groan from somewhere deep in my chest.

The sound has his hands on my ass tightening, spreading me open even more for him, as he starts to fuck my hole with his tongue, eating my ass like it's a goddamn meal, until I am writhing against his mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck, Lincoln, don't stop, more." A string of garbled pleas fall from my lips, as his tongue plunges in and out of my hole, and one of his fingers starts to massage my taint, and I am ready to pass out from the pleasure. "Fuck, I'm going to come, please," I gasp, ready for my orgasm to take over, but at my words his tongue slows, circling slowly around the rim of my hole, and pulling me back from the edge.

"Ah, ah, Dark Prince, you're not allowed to come until my cock is deep inside you," he murmurs, gently licking my hole.

"Then fucking get inside me," I splutter, so desperate to feel more of him, and I feel his grin against my ass, before he pulls back to look at me, his fingers sliding back in my hole.

"You want my cock?" He asks, slowly moving back over me, his fingers barely moving, as he slowly stretches them apart inside of me.

I shake my head. "I don't want your cock," I breathe, feeling delirious with pleasure even from his timid movements. "I need your cock," I add, and his eyes turn emerald with lust.

He pulls his fingers out of me abruptly, moving to sit on the end of the bed, and I watch as he covers his cock in lube, getting it soaked and primed for me. When he looks at me again, I see his own desperation, his own need, and I know it must be killing him to take it this slow.

"Come and ride my cock, baby," he breathes, guiding me up off the bed until I am facing him. Then he gently moves my legs until I am straddling him, his cock brushing between my legs until my throat goes dry. Whatever he sees in my eyes has him adding, "Take it as slow as you need, Dark Prince."

One of his hands strokes his cock, and the other grips my hip gently, waiting for me to take the lead, which I know is not in his nature. So with his eyes on mine, I lower myself down until the head of his cock nudges my entrance. Yet I don't stop there, I let the crown slide past my tight rim, ignoring the burning sensation and how full I already feel. The pain is welcome, and nothing compared to what I have experienced and endured before, and unlike then, this pain is wanted. I force my body to relax, slowly taking more of him, and reveling in the way he grits his teeth and curses my name.

"Fuck, Ash, that's it, just like that," he praises, his fingers slipping from his cock, so I sit myself all the way down on it.

He reaches for my waist, both hands flex on my hips now, and I know he must be aching to thrust up inside of me, because when he finally bottoms out, he lets out a groan that has my toes curling. "Oh my fucking god, you feel so fucking good," he chokes out, and I press my hands to his shoulders for some leverage as I push myself back up, gritting my teeth at the pain. "Are you okay?" He gasps, holding me still, and I nod, biting my lip at the feeling, but still needing more.

Then I lower myself back down, a little quicker this time, yet the pace still feels like torture, and from the look on Lincoln's face, I can tell he feels the same. His fingertips bite into the skin at my hip as his groin meets my ass again, and fuck, I don't know how I ever went without him. I use my hold on his shoulders to slowly push myself up and down his length, noting every hitch of his breath and roll of his eyes, until I am riding him steadily, unhu rriedly. Taking my time getting to learn what every inch of him feels like, until I feel like I might know what heaven is.

Lincoln Blackwell is a ruthless murderer, yet as he gently guides me down onto his cock, all I can do is be captivated by his beauty and strength. He might be a monster made in the dark, but the light we shared guided us to one another, and now we will remain there, forever lost in twilight together.