Until mercy happily ever.., p.10
Until Mercy: Happily Ever Alpha World, page 10
“You remember how good I used to make you feel? How you screamed when you came? My name falling from those perfect lips?”
I nod, unable to speak. The arousal has me by the throat. The room is cool, but my body is on fire. This is going to be years of longing, heartbreak, and desire boiling over.
“Tell me you want me,” he demands, moving until his thighs touch the bed.
We’re now within inches of touching again, and I will beg at this point. I’ve forgotten everything but my longing for his touch, and I will do anything to keep it that way for as long as I can tonight. We can face hell tomorrow, but tonight, we will get lost.
“You know I want you, Kellan.”
“Tell me you love me then.” The bed dips as he takes his place behind me, one hand finding my hip as the other rests on the dimples of my lower back.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Louder. Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Kellan. I’m sorry for ever trying to run from that,” I admit, and my it leads to my euphoria. Without a pause or moment to comprehend what happens next, he pushes me onto my stomach by his hand on my back and then uses his hand on my hip to prop me up enough to enter me.
I scream out—waking the other hotel guest, I’m sure.
“Kellan!” My eyes go hazy and my entire consciousness is rattled from the sweet invasion.
“Damn it, my name sounds so good coming off those lips. You’re so tight, Mercy. You ready?” I squeeze the sheet, not sure if I am.
“I don’t want you to stop. Don’t make this easy for me.”
He laughs in the crook of my neck, sucking and licking the skin until he reaches my ear. “This isn’t going to be easy. I’m going to put in so much work you will feel me for days.”
“Please.” It’s all I know to say. Turning my head, I find his lips and he begins to move slowly. Our tongues tangle and I feel every inch of us connecting. Reaching up behind me, my hand getting lost in his hair, I keep kissing him as he increases the pace. The way he has my body right now can only be done with his skillful touch.
“Look at me while I take you.” Our eyes lock, inches from one another, and our hot breath mingles between us. I smell him and the whiskey, a taste I never thought I would desire as much as I do under him.
He squeezes my hip, leaving his fingertip marks there as he pounds into me.
“Ah! Oh!” I moan softly, our eyes unwavering as we take and give pleasure.
“Fuck. I love you.” The veins in his neck strain and pulse. Each thrust is deep, without falter. His hips enunciate his point—his desire to keep me and make me his for good.
“Kellan, I’m going to come.” I want to hold off, but there’s no use. I’ve imagined this day for years, craved it in my lonely days and dreamt it in every dream that he resided in.
“Good, but that ain’t gonna stop me. You’ll come until I think you’ve come enough.” He picks up the pace, the headboard taking as much force as I am as it slams into the wall. “Are you on the pill?”
I shake my head as I go in to taste his lips. I want his tongue against mine, claiming me like his cock is.
“You want me to pull out?”
All sense is gone. My period is almost here, so I take the chance to pray I’m not ovulating, because I want everything and I don’t want to lose the connection.
“No, don’t. Come inside me, Kellan.” I moan, biting at his lip.
“You’re so bad. You want me to come inside you, baby? To own you?”
I scream, “Yes!” gripping the sheet in my hand.
He pushes up, his top half leaving me. “I wish you could see what you look like while I make love to you.”
“Turn me over. I want to see you make me come.”
“How about you make yourself come? Get on top, babe.” He gives me a few slow, long thrusts, groaning.
My thoughts exactly. The idea of stopping just to change positions is maddening.
“Hurry up, beautiful.” As he pulls out, I whimper at the loss. Moving to the head of the bed, he lies on his back and takes my hand, helping me climb on and sit astride him. Even up on my knees, his cock nearly touches my clit.
“Slowly,” he guides me, both our hands entwined as I gradually descend onto him.
A hushed pleasure sound leaves my lips.
“Shit,” he reciprocates.
“Help me,” I cry out, unable to find the strength to begin. I’m putty in his hands.
Releasing my hands, he grabs onto my hips and slowly guides them up, down, and then in a circle, giving my clit the best kind of friction.
“You’re beautiful. So sexy.” He appreciates the sight of me. Risking a glance down at him, I muster all my strength to open my eyes, the pleasure keeping them sewn shut. He has the corner of his lip caught between his teeth, his brows drawn in pleasure, and when he releases his lip to form an ‘O’ with his mouth, I hit my peak.
“Ah! Kellan!” I orgasm, the sweet release starting in my stomach and moving down my legs until they tremble and shake.
“Fuck.” He slams me down and holds me in place as he hollers out my name, his come filling me to the brim. “Baby!”
Our orgasms hit and they last for what feels like hours, but really it’s a few seconds, and my body goes limp. When my legs stop shaking and we both come down, I fall so my chest is against his, the sweat of our bodies mingling and our breaths filling the room.
“You’re mine, Mercy. Don’t you dare forget that again.”
With that beautiful promise, I finally feel safe for the first time in years and I let the exhaustion overtake me, falling asleep in the arms of my protector.
Chapter Twelve
Kellan
It took me another hour to trust that I could fall asleep. Mercy and I made love like it was our first and last times. Hands down the best sex we’ve ever had, and something about that made me leery to fall asleep.
Last time I closed my eyes and gave into my exhaustion with her next to me, she slipped away in the middle of the night. Maybe it’s PTSD or something, but I don’t want to lose her again, especially now that I know the name of the man she’s running from. Is it an ex? Her own family? Drug dealers? I don’t know why Mercy would be involved with something that deep, but we all have skeletons.
When I wake up, her side of the bed feels cold and my heart rate jacks all the way up as I open my eyes and shoot up out of bed. I look around the room and see no sign of her, and that’s when I fear the worst.
“Mercy!” Getting out of bed, I throw on my sweats and run for the living area. Opening the door, I almost take her out as she stands behind it, only in my T-shirt.
“Hey, sorry, I wanted to order us some breakfast. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I don’t speak. Instead, I take her in my arms and kiss her, my tongue fighting for dominance as I press her up against the bedroom wall.
“Don’t do that to me, babe,” I finally speak, rolling my forehead against hers, my eyes shut as I try to rein myself in again.
“Kellan, breathe. I’m here. What’s wrong?”
I open my eyes when her warm palm cups my under jaw. “Last time I woke up without you beside me, I spent three years waking up and reliving that pain. I can’t do that again.”
There’s pure empathy written over every inch of her makeup-free and still completely breathtaking face.
“I’m not leaving again. I trust you. I trust that when I tell you everything, you will be strong enough to help me fight this war. You have to understand what me giving my trust means.”
“What does it mean?” I know, but I need to hear her say it again and again.
“I’m risking everything to let you in. Everything. I’m risking my life and yours. And risking yours is the house of cards. If I lose you to Link...Kellan, I will lose it all.”
We are both broken records, damaged goods, weak knees, and bruised Achilles’ heels.
“If I lose you to anything again, Mercy, I will have nothing. I’d rather be cold and six feet under than have to watch you leave me again.”
“You can’t love me that much.”
“Try me. Call my fucking bluff, baby.” I let out a low growl, smiling against her lips as she leaves me with a soft, barely there kiss.
“You haven’t heard everything I’m running from.”
“About that. You ready to tell me everything?” I put my hands around her neck, using my thumbs to lift her chin up to get her eyes on me.
“No, but I don’t have no choice.”
“You don’t. That’s true,” I agree, and she smiles. “How about we get in a bath, and then we can take it slow? We have time to talk about it before we head to the airport.”
“Airport?”
“Yeah, Lana and Shayla are flying in. Kingston and Trey too.”
“What? Really?” She looks worried.
“I know you’re worried because of the way you left things, but they’re not upset. They’re concerned and they want to see you.”
“Kellan, I can’t tell everyone. The more people who know, the greater the risk.”
“Shh, baby, you don’t have to tell them anything. You just need to tell them you’re okay and working through some things.”
“Can’t I do that over the phone?”
I shake my head. “No, they want to see you, and I think having some time with your friends is needed.”
“You want me to party it up?” Her smile shines through that worry plaguing her.
“Yes, I want you to enjoy time with your friends while I keep an eye on you and work through a plan with Nico and my father.”
“My friends and your parents? Kellan!”
“What?”
“I get that you want to help me, but I haven’t met your parents. I can only imagine what they think of me. First, we hid our relationship from everyone and their grandma, and then when you do tell them about me, it’s because you’re trying to find me while I’m on the run from God knows what.”
“Mercy, calm down. My parents aren’t coming out yet, and they will love you. They don’t think anything of what is going on other than they want you safe.”
She waits a brief minute, and I can tell she’s processing everything.
“I may start day drinking at this point.”
“Pour me one while you’re at it.”
Just then, there’s a knock on the door for room service.
“I’ll get the door,” she announces, trying to move away from me.
“I don’t think so. You only have a shirt on, and I’m not about to let anyone see you,” I tell her, and she rolls her eyes. “Get the bath started and I’ll grab the food.”
“Fine.”
“Hey.” I pull her arm and bring her flush against me. “Give me a kiss.” Giving in, she does what I say. “Now get to it.” I squeeze her ass one last time as she walks away, leaving me aching for her again.
“You want to flirt with another man in front of me, Mercy?” Link walks toward me slowly and my spine curls in fear.
Last time a man talked to me and I merely said three words, he put his hands on me. I remember the feel of him hitting me, the sting on my cheek and the fear he instilled in me. I tried to leave him, but after that happened, he drugged my drink and tied me to our bed for three days.
“Link, he just asked me if I knew where to find you.” I was outside the compound, where Link does all of his “business deals.” Within two months of being out of my parents’ house and moved in with Link, I saw a side of him that my parents warned me about. He was dangerous—more than that. He was a bad man. Drugs and weapons were just the beginning, and I did my best to not get involved any deeper. I can’t leave, because he will follow me. He made it very clear, and I don’t for one second doubt he wouldn’t follow through on his promise.
“Was that before or after you basically asked him with your eyes to fuck you?” He leans over me with both his hands on the chair he has me strapped to.
“Link, I didn’t. I promise I didn’t. Can you please let me go?” The tears keep coming and I don’t try to stop them; I’m terrified for my life. Every time he gets mad, the punishment is more painful and intense.
“I will, but not just yet, beautiful.”
I cringe at his double meaning of beautiful. It’s not a sentiment; it’s a threat.
“Boys!” he yells, and I jolt back.
Some of his friends—his henchmen—come in the room, and I know this will be the worst punishment yet. The man who approached me outside is brought in with his face already bloodied and a bandana forced into his mouth.
“Link. Please! It was all my fault, okay? Just take it out on me and let him go.” His men have their guns drawn and pointed in his back, and his eyes are wide—afraid.
“This is me taking it out on you. I obviously can’t get you to fucking understand!” He takes his gun from his holster that he wears everywhere and puts it against my temple violently.
“You want to act like a whore, then I will show you that your actions will affect others. I will hurt anyone and anything, including you, who stands in the way of you being only mine. I don’t share my possessions, Mercy. So let’s have some fun, shall we?”
“Please, let him go,” I beg, trying to take the duct tape off my wrist by pulling up, but he wrapped my wrist to the arms of the metal chair too tight. “Stop it. Please!”
He walks up to the man I don’t even know the name of. A man who was brought into the pits of hell because of me, and I have no idea how bad he’s going to beat him.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
The man can’t speak, and he doesn’t move his head. But the breathing coming through his nose increases and his eyes widen when Link puts the gun to his head.
“Link! Stop! Please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you!” I use all the weapons in my arsenal, hoping he isn’t really going to pull the trigger.
“Too late for that. He owes me money, and you can’t keep those fuck me eyes off him. Pull it, Mikey.”
Just like that, the scream on my lips is drowned out by the sound of a bullet then a body hitting the floor. After that, the silence around me falls.
“Bury him where they won’t look. In the pit.”
I don’t know what the pit is, but I know it can’t be good. He killed a man in front of me, because of me, and now I’m covered in splatters of his blood.
And now I know secrets of his that he will make sure I take to the grave.
Walking up to me, he grabs my face and kisses me violently. I protest, pulling my mouth away, and it gets me a backhanded slap across my cheek.
“You’re in now, baby. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do or anyone I wouldn’t hurt to make sure you know that. Now go shower. You look like trash,” he sneers, and I sob harder as he cuts my duct tape and frees me from the chair. I don’t move at first, until he screams, “Move!”
This has me setting into motion on wobbling legs. I cling to the wall as I find my way to the bathroom, using it to keep from falling face-first.
I fell in love with what I thought was a man and discovered he’s really a monster. And now I’m his liability.
Chapter Thirteen
Mercy
“After that, I knew I had only one option. To run away. He’s too clever for me to fake my own death, so I ran.” Kellan hasn’t unclenched his fists or jaw since I mentioned the first time Link hit me. Now, sharing with him the reason I finally ran and the reason I continue to run, it only heightened his anger.
“The opportunity came one night when he tied me to a chair, so he and his henchmen could make a run. I overheard them talking about it earlier that morning, and he mentioned it was going to take a few hours, because the location was secluded. One of his goons was in the hospital, the one who usually would watch me, and he needed the other two for backup. When I heard him say he would just tie me up, I went into his room, and like some act of fate, I saw he left his safe open. There was a pocketknife and I took it.” I take a deep breath, letting the memories come back to me.
“I acted oblivious the rest of the day, reading a book, lounging. I didn’t want him to get any idea that I was going to do anything or that I knew his plans. Then the time came and they left me alone. I dug the pocketknife out of my jeans and I got out. Cut up hands and all, I ran. Took off by foot.”
I take a sip of my water, trying to keep my pulse level.
“I ran for three days. Through the woods. No phone. No money. No anything. After about a month of living on the street and saving every penny that was thrown my way, I found a job and bought a car. Lived out of that for a couple months until I made enough to get an apartment.”
“Then you met me,” he finishes for me.
“Yeah, I did.” I smile, that part being the silver lining.
“I met you, and I fell head over feet, ass-backwards in love with you.” He kisses my hand then, taking it into his.
“The day you proposed was the day he found me. I saw him earlier. That night, when you came home and I was crying, it was all because of what happened. It wasn’t my parents. I lied to keep you safe.”
“Mercy, so glad to see you weren’t smart enough to run that far from me.” I listen to the voice echoing in the phone.
I’m dreaming. This is a nightmare.
“Link. How did you get this number?” I look around the coffee shop I’m in, noticing every face, my eyes looking to identify Link. If he found my number, then he’s found me. It’s a cat and mouse game with him.
“Don’t worry about it. You look beautiful. I’ve watched you all morning. I ache to touch you.”
I nearly lose the contents of my stomach. Grabbing my bag, I take off. The only thing I know is to run.
“Mercy, you can run, but I’m almost to you and I will find you.”
I end the call, running being my only option. I don’t stop. I run all the way home to my place. Should I be checking every corner and looking behind me? Yes, but I have limited time. He found my number, which means he will find my address next. I need to get away. I have to leave. My life is in his hands and I’m at his mercy. Ironic.
