12. Cracking Eggs

"What time did my brother leave?" At this I couldn't look at him, deciding to try the age-old tactic of blatantly ignoring the question and trying to steer it to safer grounds.

Like food.

Food was always a winner.

So, I started to flip the bacon, asking him,

"I can't remember, how do you like your eggs again, sunny side up?"

"What time did he leave, Red?" he asked again, making me ignore this and say,

"Or there is scrambled, of course."

"Red." My nickname was said in a sterner tone this time, and after the kettle boiled, I went out about making his tea while still purposely being obtuse.

"I would offer omelets, but I'm shit at those," I told him as I dunked the tea bag because, clearly, English tea was the one item he would make sure was stocked in his kitchen. Of course, I had no idea just how many properties all around the world he did have, but I would bet my left ass cheek that there would be teabags in every one of them.

"Red, look at me," he demanded more forcefully this time.

"And, well, can anyone really pull off the perfect poached?" I said in return, something that pushed him to snapping point.

"Damn it, Ella, fuck the eggs and look at me, woman!" I sighed at this, dumped the spoon in the sink and turned to face the inevitable storm.

"Fine! I went to the store, okay?"

"Come again,"he said, his incredulous tone now dark and unforgiving.

"I went to the store," I repeated, even though I knew this was pointless because he hadn't missed my confessing the heinous crime of grocery shopping.

"You went to the fucking store!" he shouted, making me resist the urge to roll my eyes and make it worse.

"Look, I knew you would be pissed but…"

"Pissed? Oh, sweetheart, I am so much more than pissed! What the fuck were you thinking?!" he shouted again, making me snap,

"About not fucking starving to death, that's what!"

"You hungry, babe? Last time I checked, I have the ability to get my arse out of bed and get my woman some fucking food!" he roared back, making me retaliate in anger,

"You were asleep!"

"Yeah, do I look like sleeping fucking beauty to you?!" I couldn't help but laugh and say,

"Well, maybe if you let me braid your hair all pretty."

"Quit being fucking cute, Ella!" he said, making me unable to help smirking.

"Why, don't you like it when I'm cute?" I asked, turning off the burner and making my way over to him, trying now for a new tactic.

"Oh no, don't even try it," he warned, but even I knew it was lacking effectiveness.

"Try what? You're the one who called me cute," I pointed out, in what I hoped was in a ‘cute tone'.

"I'm pissed off with you, Ella," he stated sternly, and I swear it was getting harder not to laugh at this point.

"I thought you were more than pissed," I said, pointing out his previous statement.

"Damn it, Ella, stop it!" he snapped, making me try not to smirk as I stepped up to him and started walking my fingers up his naked torso.

"Stop what?" I asked, feigning innocence, but he grabbed my hand to halt my wandering fingers when I reached the center of his chest.

"You know what."

I fluttered my lashes up at him, giving him what I hoped were big ‘please find me cute' eyes. Then I told him softly,

"I didn't want to wake you, baby."He let out a huff of breath but otherwise didn't argue, so I took it as a good sign to carry on,

"Wanted to feed my man."

This time, there was a deep sigh before I pulled out the big guns.

"Wanted to surprise you with your first breakfast out of jail."

"Not a felon, baby," he grumbled, but this was when I rose up on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck so I could whisper,

"But you should be, because you stole my heart."At this a rumbled growl came from him before he crushed his lips to mine, kissing me until I was lightheaded and near panting.

"Damn, woman, but why can't I stay mad at you?"

"Because I'm cute and barefoot in your kitchen," I offered, feeling triumphant.

"Fucking delectable is what you are, and a Gods be damn menace when it comes to getting away with shit." I couldn't help but grin at this, something I tried to stop doing when he gave me an unimpressed look in return.

"Okay, so, I am sorry but look… see… nothing bad happened so we are all good," I said, holding my arms to the sides as I turned around.

"Now do that naked and I might forgive you," he said, making me scoff.

"Well, I think a plate full of bacon, sausage, pancakes, toast, and eggs is what's gonna make you forgive me."

"Eat it naked and we have a deal," he countered, making me screech,

"What!?"

"You heard me. Now strip." I frowned up at him and pointed out,

"But the bacon might splash me."

"Okay, strip once you have plated up, and eat with your fantastic tits on show." I nearly choked as I swallowed.

"I can't do that!"

He shrugged his shoulders and said,

"Then I can't forgive you."

"Hey, that's not fair!" I complained, now folding my arms across my chest and cocking a hip out.

"No, what isn't fair is you worrying the shit out of me," he said, making me once again resist the urge to roll my eyes because, clearly, we weren't quite over the argument like I had hoped.

"I was fine, besides, you didn't even know!" I argued, but obviously this was the wrong thing to say.

"That makes it worse because now I know you will pull this crap."

"This crap, Jared? It was just driving ten minutes away to the store," I complained in what I knew was admittedly a whiney voice.

"Yes, and under normal circumstances that would be fine."

"Fine?" I questioned, raising my brow and definitely not liking where this conversation was headed. Destination, possessive town, with a stop off at controlling city!

"Safe," he reiterated when he saw the warning signs I was about to blow.

"Safe? Jared, I think you are over…"

"Only just got you back, babe, nearly killed me the last time, not gonna let you potentially put me through experiencing that pain again. No matter how sweet the gesture was," he said, quickly interrupting me and undeniably taking the possessive string from his argument.

"Okay, so I get that, but after what happened in the arena, after I…" Once again, he was quick to interrupt my argument.

"What? So now you think because you're a Summoner that nothing bad can happen to you, you think that doesn't put an even bigger target on your back or make that fuck Geryon want you even less?" I frowned at this, never hearing that name before.

"Wait, who the Hell is Geryon?"

"We will talk about that later," he said in a way that made me believe that this was one conversation he didn't want to have right now, and perhaps it was a name that had slipped out too soon. But then, I couldn't exactly judge him for this, because there was a huge elephant in the room he didn't even know was standing there, looming over my shoulder.

One named his wife.

"Fine! But can you at least save the lecture for when I have put some food in my belly, I don"t actually remember the last time I ate, Jared." And seeing as this wasn"t a lie, it was a statement he took seriously because finally his hard gaze softened. Then he fisted the T-shirt I wore and tugged me to him before whispering down at me,

"Then let"s eat, baby." And finally, I knew this was as good as I was going to get in this situation. So, after a slight nod, I turned around and continued cooking, after first handing him his tea. Something he looked just as pleased with as I had when looking down at my first cup of coffee in weeks. Then the second I started to pile the dining table full of plates, he started chuckling,

"What?" I asked, already admittedly with a mouthful of food, making the question come out mumbled.

"Did you invite my council to join us this morning and forgot to tell me?" he teased, making me roll my eyes.

"Eat your damn pancakes," I teased back, purposely piling more syrup on my own pancakes, which was strange because I usually preferred them salty with just butter and bacon.

"Well, I think you're eating enough for both of us, babe, but then, gotta give it to you, they are damn good pancakes," he said before stuffing a fork full into his mouth. Gods help me but he looked hot when he chewed food.

"Well coming from someone who thinks pancakes are crepes, that's quite a flat compliment… ha, see what I did there." He rolled his eyes at my joke but seeing as his lips were twitching, I knew he had found it funny.

"Shit, but did I forget to feed you back in 1799?" he asked after I had finished eating, surprising me that he purposely went there. I knew mention of him back in the past was a sore spot for him. But since claiming me again, had he gotten used to the idea? I was tempted to ask him, but then I decided that reminding him of why I was so much happier in the present with him, was a lot more fun.

Besides, that naked chest of his was just begging for something on this table and I most definitely had a sweet tooth this morning. Hence why I picked up the syrup bottle I bought at the store and let its handle swing between my fingers.

"Well, you didn't have anything this sweet to give me."

"Umm, I doubt that," he hummed, now placing his knife and fork on the near empty plate, as he had devoured his food as quickly as I had. Although it also had to be noted that he had eaten over double the amount that I had. A plate he now pushed away before shifting his chair back, giving me the room I needed.

"It's true… in fact, I think you should make it up to me," I said, now rising from my chair and walking over to him slowly. I couldn't help but allow myself to grin when I saw him lick his lips, a clear sign he was looking forward to this particular sweet treat… and well, so was I.

I placed the bottle down in place of where his plate had been, letting it thud on the table. I then look down at myself, pulling the knot out of his T-shirt, telling him,

"As I"m wearing one of your shirts… well, I wouldn"t want to get it all stained now, would I?"

He smirked at this before replying, "Well, it is a favorite of mine."

I had to chuckle at that, seeing as it was a plain white T-shirt and one that could have probably been bought at any store across America. I gave him a knowing grin before lifting the hem and pulling it up my torso slowly, in what I hoped was a tempting way. Then I tossed it behind me and basked in the way his eyes widened, before they started to glow molten silver as his hands clenched on the arms of the chair. The thrill of knowing how much he wanted me, admittedly, helped build an already growing arousal.

"Something you want, baby girl?" he almost purred the question, and I just adored that rumbling of his deep voice that became raspier the more turned on he was.

"I think you know what I want," I said, picking up the syrup bottle and the moment he stood and popped the button of his jeans, he stole my breath as he lowered his zipper.

"Then have at it, baby."

I would have been quick to lower to my knees before him. However, I had other plans in mind. So I popped the cap on the syrup bottle and closed the space between us, now dripping it down the muscles of his chest. Those sticky amber droplets slowly made a mouthwatering journey down his torso, and to a place my tongue was soon to follow. Damn, it had me salivating in anticipation.

Then as soon as enough syrup had coated parts of his tanned skin, I placed the bottle back on the table before pushing him at the shoulders, telling him that I wanted him to sit. Surprisingly, he complied with my silent request but then again, why wouldn"t he because I was willingly about to make a meal out of him. Which also meant finally getting to my knees before him, then I leaned over and started to lick my way from his jeans, all the way up his chest.

I also took my sweet time, making sure to enjoy it as I tasted him, letting the sugary sweet liquid coat my tongue as I glided it up his skin. And also making sure to look up at him with big hungry eyes as I did this. It was a sight that was clearly doing something for him, and his eyes continued to burn into mine as I heard the groan of wood under his unyielding grip. I also felt his stomach muscles tense and the jump of his pecs whenever my tongue made contact with his nipple.

"Fuck,"he hissed when I decided to latch on to one and suck it before swirling my tongue around and biting him more forcefully.

The power I felt at being able to do this to him was unlike anything I had ever known. Greater even than when I had stolen that bitch's powers and become a Summoner in her place. It was a sexual high that I think would have only been made more powerful had he been tied to the chair. Because I knew that Jared was struggling with keeping still and allowing me this briefest shred of control. In the back of my mind, I knew that this would only last for so long. And, well, as for me, I wanted it to last as long as possible. But I also knew he had limits, which was why I wasn't surprised when he moaned,

"You trying to kill me, woman?!" I smiled against his abs before taking hold of his denim waistband and tugging it down, telling him with obvious actions the next destination on this sugary journey I was on.

Droplets of syrup had gathered in the ridges of his six pack, and I purposely didn"t lap it all up because I wanted to save some for my favorite part. Which meant when his long, hard length sprung free from the confines of his blue jeans, I gathered the syrup up in my mouth. This was then before letting it drip down onto the head of his cock, making sure to make eye contact with him as I did this. His groan of pleasure was reward enough but with it, he added the words,

"Fuck me, Red, you"re so fucking hot."Then he took hold of his cock, no longer unable to get involved physically before his other hand palmed the back of my neck. Then with a rough, raspy tone, he commanded,

"Now open those pretty pink lips for me and suck it deep."

The sexual demand shot straight to the junction of my thighs, and I was half tempted to snake my hand down there and get myself off from his words alone. However, as soon as I opened my mouth, I felt pressure on the back of my neck as he forced my head down to his awaiting cock. One still fisted in his hand and held angled toward my awaiting mouth. I opened up as wide as I could, letting my lips suction around his length as I took more of him down my throat, trying not to gag.

"Fuck yeah, baby, that's it… take it… take as much of it as you can… good girl… fuck me, but you're such a good girl," he said, repeating his praise and heightening my arousal tenfold. Especially at the sounds of pleasure he was making, which in turn had me moaning around his length. Something that created vibrations along his shaft, a sensation I knew he appreciated as he controlled the motion of my head bobbing up and down on his cock.

But then he was also monitoring my breathing, and he released the pressure on the back of my neck so I could have a break and instead concentrate my time on using my tongue to lick up the length of him.

Although, because I knew he got off on having control, I felt that pressure on my neck again soon enough, telling me exactly what he wanted, and that was the use of my mouth again. His groan of pleasure the moment I gagged on him as I struggled with the more length he gave me this time… well, fuck me, it turned me on and erased any embarrassment I may have felt struggling around him. In fact, when his hand fisted in my hair and held me in place for longer than I thought I could take, I thought I would come then and there from the dominant control.

"Take it… that's it, relax and hold it… good girl, such a good fucking girl!" he praised when letting me go and gently wiping the pad of his thumb along my wet lips, where my saliva had spilled over from gagging.

"So, fucking beautiful," he told me, before lowering me over him again and doing the same thing, only this time he didn't stop, because clearly, he had also hit another limit. This time warning me,

"Gonna come, baby, and I want you to drink me down… fuck, but this Gods be damned perfect mouth of yours, fucking Heavenly place! Yes… yes… fuck that's it, take it! Fuuuuck, YESSSS!" he roared and I felt him explode in my mouth, making me gag as I tried to swallow it all, something that ended up spilling from my lips. However, before I could lick it off, he was fisting his hand in my hair, guiding me up and forcing my lips to his where he could kiss me, tasting himself. And Jesus H Christ, what a turn on it was! The way he sucked on my tongue and licked my lips, was like a man possessed.

He pulled back far enough to tell me directly over my abused mouth,

"You suck my cock so beautifully, baby."

"Thank… ohhhh." This ended with another moan as he started kissing me again, deepening it to a point I felt dizzy when he pulled me up to standing. Then at the same time he did this, he picked me up and carried me over to the couch. And before I could even recover from my head spinning, I found my jeans ripped open and myself being sat directly on his still rock-hard cock. One that was clearly ready to go another round.

Oh, and boy was I game. I tossed my head back and let out a deep, satisfied moan up at the ceiling. Something that ended up pushing out my breasts, making them closer to Jared's awaiting mouth. As if they were individually begging to be played with. Oh, and he didn"t disappoint, because his hands came up to my breasts and squeezed them. This before ripping the cups of my bra down and making them bounce free and proudly in front of his face every time he thrust up inside me. He latched on to one of my nipples, biting them hard enough that I cried out as his fangs penetrated the flesh, making me orgasm quickly. Then as he sucked the blood from my bouncing tit, he used his hands on my ass to lift me up and over his cock as he hammered his hips up and down at supernatural speeds. I continued to cry out as my orgasm rolled straight into the next. It seemed endless.

In fact, he was just erupting inside me, roaring out his second release when suddenly the door opened and the sound of his brother's voice was the last thing either of us ever expected to hear.

Because clearly, I hadn't been the only one to think about…

What was for breakfast.