SEEKER

WAKE UP CALL

KELLAN POV

I was asleep with probably the most confusing pastiche of blood and screaming bouncing around the edges of my dreams but I was getting married. The dress always changed because I had no clue which one she would pick. Hopefully, a mermaid-type dress because her body would look downright edible. I dreamt my way through our wedding. Hmmm...

I had her warmth wrapped all around me, like a vine. Her scent, fresh spring and citrus, all in one. She was thrashing, kicking to get out of my hold. Even if I was wrapped in my own dream of marrying her, I had enough sense to wake up. I rolled my head up, dropping my hold on her and reaching for the night light. She started screaming. What?

“Hey hey hey!” I called to her, holding her face in my hands, trying to wake her up. Urgently, I shook her a little. Worry creeping in.

She sat up, breathless and crying. Her face crestfallen and despair all over her, grey eyes were wide and panicked. She was shaking a little with tears in her eyes. She was inconsolable, gasping. Panic gripped me as she checked her wrists like she had been bound or something. What was wrong? Clearly, it was the nightmare, but what was going on in the nightmare? Her chest was heaving and her eyes were not adjusted, she frantically looked around like she did not know where she was.

I held her face firmly. “Look at me,” I said fiercely. “Look at me, Zoey,”

She did. Immediately. The look in her eyes did nothing to calm my panic, but I stayed on course, calming her down. “Focus on my voice.” I soothed her. “Breathe love,” I murmured, running my thumbs on her cheeks and wiping her tears. “You are safe. It's okay.” I said slowly.

She followed instructions…. she always followed my instructions. A part of me, an insatiable part of me, was very happy to know how willing she was to do what I said and it had a flare of desire building in my gut. I focused on her though. I swear, there was a different part of me that governed this absolutely unquenchable thirst when it came to her and it leaped at the weirdest times. This is one of them. I wanna be there for her and then inside her…. WTF! Focus! Then two seconds later, I am completely gripped by my worry. This was not normal. It was the engagement, surely. How else would I have conflicting emotions of desire and panic mucking about in my head? Overwhelming is the theme for now. Funnily enough, I had this whole moment maintaining eye contact and calming her down. Her eyes on mine and as she came back to Earth. “There you go. It is all okay,” I managed to smile a bit. “That’s it,”

It was as if she just realised then that she could move and breathe. Her trembling lips highlighted her scar on the left side of her mouth. The hunger I felt jump through me the moment my eyes lingered was unheard of. Something was wrong with me…

Back to point. I knew she had a tough day ahead. IA will be clearing her about the Moss kid she shot and I was going there with this cluster-f**k of a case. I had no real idea of what plagued her. I know taking a life is not a walk in the park but why would she think she was bound?

I have no idea whether people are prone to nightmares the night of their engagement either. I probably should not entertain thoughts where I try to make this about me.

“I am sorry for waking you,” she shrugged and interrupted my thoughts, a good thing too because that insecurity was not something I expected to make a leap right now. “I’m sorry for this… episode,” she said and collapsed back into bed. Hands covering her eyes. “Go back to sleep,” she ordered, the embarrassment setting in.

I pried her hands away from her face. How was she embarrassed right now?

I gave her face a once over, reading her. I was obsessed with her lips, plump and pouted. I could never really maintain my concentration if I kept my eyes on her luscious lips. It is starting again. I moved my gaze to her eyes like I did not get lost in those. If they weren’t so puffy eyed and scared, I would have sunk my tongue in her mouth already.

Gorgeous grey orbs were avoiding eye contact. “Really?” I narrowed my eyes at her, unable to hold back the disbelief. She put her hands back where they were again. I sighed, laying soft kisses on her beautiful skin, her cheeks, soothing her. I refocused my thoughts.

“Stephen Moss?” I asked, resting my hand on her stomach.

She eyed me, seriously asking me whether I would pursue this line of inquiry right now. I hardened my stare. She cutely sighed and gave up.

"The deal was only for the weekend babe," I reminded her. "Talk to me."

“I am not too sure what happened,” She continued. “He was in my dream, but I... It was …” she got lost for words. Her eyes drifted off and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. My chest tightened when she couldn’t find the right words. I also felt my d**k twitch when she chewed her lip. These reactions are as confusing for you as they are for me. I lifted her hands from her eyes, cradling her face in my hands. I used silence against her… she would fill it. She always has to.

It worked. She spoke, curling into me. I tightened my grip on her, kissing her forehead, her temple, her cheek. Was I smug? Yes but I knew better than to show it. Not right now anyway. It took all of me not to follow up with a kiss because she would definitely use that to distract me. She cooed in the cutest way before she spoke. “I was back in the park, my gun aimed at Stephen. It got confusing. Next thing, I woke up in the basement of our old house, tied up, hungry, alone, screaming for my dad to not leave me alone, but he ends up closing the door on me anyway.”

“s**t,” I murmurred. Her father was the forbidden topic. Abusive. She never really talked about it and I never pushed her. Not about this… it hurt her too much. “Was that a nightmare or memory?” I asked. It didn’t mean I didn’t try to get the answers I wished for when I did not get the chance. I am not a saint.

She raised her eyebrow in confusion, so I quickly explained. “Your dreams are about what happened to you. I know the shooting happened but…” I cleared my throat. “The basement part too?”

She stared at me, her eyes probing. I was not sure what she found that made her continue. I was grateful she did. “I was scared,” She barely whispered. “It is crazy but you would think I would be scared by the danger I was in, but no… my fear was you not being there.”

“I'm here. Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered, pecking her lips.

Something shifted in her eyes. I know that shift. Usually, I would jump right in there but that did not seem appropriate. I had a crazy dependence on her like this and it was the same for her. Hell, I have f****d every nightmare away in her too… While I contemplated, she raised her face to my neck, licking and kissing her way up to my jaw. Here is the problem with Zoey, she was just as gripped by need as I was. We were always on the same page when it came to s*x. I can barely control myself but she makes no effort at all to hide it. I did not want her too.

“What are you doing?” I murmured when her kisses reached my mouth. She really doesn't have to do much honestly. I was already there.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. I could taste her breath on my tongue. “I don’t know,” she whispered on my lips. “But I want this. More than anything,” Pecking me. Desire stirred in my pants, that little kiss went straight down there.

“Please baby,” she begged me. I love it when she begs me. My eyes trailed lower to her chest, rising and falling in that way that made me want those beautiful t**s in my mouth. If only she knew how nasty I thought… I glitched when she started straddling me and kissing my neck. Her fingers trailed lower and lower. The things she does to me… I sat up and curtailed her plans to investigate south. Whew.

“Love,” I whispered, bringing her face to mine. “It is like 4 in the morning and you had a nightmare. Shouldn't we talk bit more about it?”

The fire I saw in her eyes had my erection throbbing to leave my pants. “I do not wanna talk. I just need you,” she pecked me. Hmmm fuck.“Like this,” she pecked me again. Ah s**t. “Doing this,” she kisses me, running her hands in my hair, claiming my mouth. I couldn’t help it. She tasted so good. As always, the world tuned out and all I saw and felt was her. I reciprocated her passion, roaming my hands on her body, feeling her beautiful curves. I ran my hands past her breasts, copping a feel on my way up to her face.

“What happens if I don’t want to?” I whispered, joking with her a little. I needed to see her smile.

She barked out a laugh. I smiled down at her as she chuckled. “McCarty, you are worse than I am when it comes to this,” she levelled me with a steely glare. Kellan junior twitched at everything right now. Even that.

Her lips tipped up in a smile, knowing exactly the effect she had on me. Her braids splayed on the pillow. I do not think there will ever be a time I will not stare at how beautiful she is. I would f*****g die for this woman. Cue racing heart and the thundering of my blood rushing south.

“Please,” she murmured. “Make love to me,” she caressed my cheek.

And then she goes and says that.

Whatever restraint I had disappeared instantaneously. I never really stood a chance. There was nothing cute or sweet about this kiss. She smirked, knowing I was a goner.

"Don't think you've won yet, Washington," I warned. "I'll still ask about this later," I saw her answering smile as I trailed wet kisses down her neck.

"It's McCarty," she whispered. "Not Washington."

I blanked. If I thought I was unleashed before, I have no way of describing what just happened to me now. Her skin felt so soft under my hands. I knew I did not have to feel to know how wet she was for me. The hand that was exploring her body finally reached the apex of her thighs and, as always, my fiance wanted me. This is exactly what she did to me. Now, my tunnel vision is geared towards one thing; getting her off as many times as I could before we had to go to work. For that to happen, I had to get rid of her shorts, which barely took time. I loomed over her, hovering on her lips, exploring her slick folds, feeling her soft wetness. "All that for me, love?"

"Yes,"

Her mouth fell open as I rubbed her, teased her, feeling her moisten. She was so responsive to my touch. I kissed her, prompting her mouth open with my tongue and slipped my middle finger into her heated core. I groaned. So wet… so, so, so, wet. I added another, her walls clamping down on my fingers, her hips moving with my fingers, coating them. I finally let her breathe, making my way down her beautiful body, kissing, licking any inch of her beautiful skin I had at my disposal. I give into my need… my insatiable need for her, my insatiable need to give her everything she wants and my overwhelming need to constantly be inside her. Spreading her p***y lips, I circled her hard c**t with my tongue.

She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair. f**k, I love her taste. Her breath quickened, a mauve hardened n****e begging for my attention. Running my free hand up her body, I palmed her n****e as she ground her face on me.

"Kellan," Thrashing in my grip, her body coming alive as her orgasm began to take hold, gripping my head tight. I tightened my hold on her before she could start squirming away from me. "I'm coming," she moaned.

Duh. It did not take long at all. Her back arched and I watched my baby come with a choked gasp, her body tensing, her face contorted in pleasure only I could give her. "Hmmm f**k," she gasped, her mouth slacking open as she crested, orgasm racking her body. I waited till she calmed down to continue. This was not a punishment, so there was no need to drain her like I had yesterday. Her glazed eyes met mine. Yeah, I was proud of my work.

The moment she was back, she dipped her hand into my pants, running my fingers along my length, feeling my hardness. "All that for me baby?" she teased.

I smirked. "Only for you,"

Just when I thought I understood just how much I wanted her, she pushes me on my back to return the favour. I obliged, settling on my back as she made her way down my body, pumping me harder, tightening her grip a little, then as her hand slid down my shaft, her warm mouth followed, taking me in. I groaned. She moaned too. She loved sucking me off and I loved that she did. The same way, I loved burying my face between her thighs.

"Zoey," I groaned, deep in my throat at the slippery wetness of her mouth. That only made her double her efforts, swirling her tongue and making me shudder. The things this woman makes me feel. Suckling harder and bobbing her head, making me f**k her mouth.

“f**k,” grunting, as she doubled down on me, bobbing, sucking and pumping me, her moans being muffled by my d**k. Pleasure made me delirious as her mouth swallowed my c**k over and over. Tingles started at the base of my spine. f**k, I was gonna come. I did not want that because I did not wanna blow my load now. The minx did not stop. She opted to suck me off harder and moan. Making sure I was hitting the back of her throat.

“Zoey… f**k,” I growled, warning her.

She did not miss a beat, sucking me in her mouth with every thrust. She was impervious to whatever I did to her. I would have to stop her or else I would come. I reached up and gripped her braids and she shook her head and went on, taking me in her warm throat, lodging me in it. Her throat actually closed on my d**k and I started seeing stars. f**k. I had to do what I had to do. The person with ammunition in this battle is me, so I used it.

I plunged myself into her throat, intentionally. Just a little deeper to trigger her gag reflex but not actually gag her. I took this opportunity to stop her, pulling her up by her braids, sweeping her up in a kiss that dizzied both of us.

I had to pull that move… I was not gonna last any longer. Also, she was right. The combination of us was so good in our mouths.

“I was not done,” she murmurred, wiping her mouth and licking her lips at me. I stared incredulously at her. Part of me wanted to choke her with my p***s and the other wanted to make her scream. Either way, that little cocky attitude would be f****d right out. I looked down her body and saw the apex of her thighs glistening with her arousal. Honestly, I had waited enough. Time to f**k her senseless.Pinning her to the bed, lifting her leg and securing it on my waist, I inched myself inside her. It did not take long for me to pound into her.

“Baby,” She whined and I knew it was building again. The way her p***y clamped on me, the way her body trembled, the moans were breathless and choked… my baby was gonna cover me in her orgasm. “Baby f**k,” she groaned, her eyes rolling back and her chest heaving. Nothing in the world felt as good as being inside her. Obviously, I moved harder and harder, faster and faster, my lips never leaving hers for long.

I teased her, plunging my whole length in there. Her load moan had me smirking into her neck. I wanted to ease up on her. As if she could sense it, she tightened her legs on me, keeping me in place, balls deep. “Hmm mm,” she shook her head, grabbing my face and kissing me. f**k, I love this. “I want all you,” her kisses unrelenting.

Why would I deny her that? “Hold on,” I instructed, my breathing matching hers.

Ensuring her knees were on the crook of my forearms, I sunk into her, all of me. The warmth. The tightness. Feels so good. I moved in her, to the hilt, as she asked. Her loud moans egged me on. I felt her orgasm start building again, her little twitches literally clamping on me as I moved. f*****g s**t.

A long, appreciative moan made its way out of her. “f**k, that’s so good,” she squealed.

I did not even have to ask. "Trust me, you feel better,"

A shiver ran down her body. Her praise kink was one of the things I enjoyed most. She whimpered and gasped at my thrusts. I watched her face as it contorted in absolute unbridled bliss. Dammit if it did not make me drive me insane. All I felt was fire, her desire fuelling me, her need driving me, her love overwhelming me.

“Fuuuck,” she groaned as I started ramming her, the sheer force of my thrusts echoed in the room. Remembering that her sister was in the vicinity, I sent out a silent apology. She looked so good taking all of me, this rough. I did not want her to be quiet. This was what she wanted. What she needed. Once I saw her hand move towards her mouth, I stopped her. “Let me hear you,”

Her head rolled back as she moaned louder and louder. I bit the soft flesh of her neck, whispering how much I loved her at any chance I could. Was I f*****g her? Yes. It was different though, softer touches, more kisses… reassuring her, drowning her in my love for her.

There she was, trying to squirm from me. She always tried to run from me when she came this hard. “No baby,” I teased. “You can take it,”

She started twisting in my grip. “Tell me you can take it?” I asked, never relented. s**t, I was gonna come soon too.

“Yes,” she groaned, delirious with pleasure. “I can ta-,” She gasped. "Fuuuuuck,"

She was coating my d**k, coating her thighs and mine and I knew she was releasing. I started trembling too, her channel was so snug on me.

“Kellan… I will make a mess,” she warned, her core quivering. Her eyes glazed over and she tried to stop herself from squirting. I actually don't know why she did that, because it just made it more intense for her. Not that I minded, ofcourse. I figured she liked it more that way.

Crying out for me, her release made her wail. Her core was tight on me, milking me for everything I had. I was so close, I had mere seconds left.

“Make a mess,” I ordered, panting heavily. “Come,” I said through gritted teeth. “Come with me,” I demanded. Shivering with need, I came. My mind blanked and my seed buried itself inside her and on her thighs, groaning my through it. I must have triggered hers because she burst shortly after me, projecting past our bed and on the floor, ejecting me from her core.

Our sheets were soaked. I fell back on the bed, stars still going off behind my lids. Fireworks! All the time.

It went quiet, just our panting as we both came back down to Earth. I had no idea how long it was till we could actually speak.

Admissions needed to be made. I am completely addicted to everything about my fiancé. Her orgasms should be bottled, but only for me. I should talk to my therapist about my addiction to s*x and how I need to make a habit of finishing conversations before I lose myself in her. Still, no regrets. We took a few minutes to recover. Afterglow was everything. I slowly stopped seeing stars exploding behind my lids and my breathing calmed enough for me to actually speak. “Good morning,” I breathed.

“Hmmmm ditto,” she breathed, trembling still, just as breathless. “For the record…I like not talking,” Her breathing even now, just like mine. “I couldn't feel my legs, baby,” she murmured, angling to whisper in my ear. "You always f**k me so good,"

Is she f*****g insane?

She flashed me a big smile and pranced to the bathroom, pausing to glance back at me. "You need an invite now, McCarty?"

This woman will be the death of me.