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The Fallout

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Bryce unclipped Syrinx’s leash and looked up to see Hunt Athalar’s solid form standing in front of her stove. The muscles and tendons of his neck twisted delicately as he turned his head to give her a soft grin. Bryce’s stomach dropped as she looked away – the sensation of making eye contact with the angel so overwhelming it lanced through her like a physical pain.

“Bacon?” he asked.

Syrinx lifted his head up from his water bowl at the mention, trotting to Hunt’s feet, where he sat, looking up at him expectantly.

Bryce walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her face in the space where his wings met his back. His feathers smelled like soap and his own sweet cedar and pine scent. Bryce took a deep inhale. She felt her inner walls clench slightly and the first rush of wetness start to spread between her legs. Gods help her, he was going to be the death of her.

“Yes please,” she whispered into his back. Trailing her fingers down his solid chest, stopping briefly to stroke his hipbones, Bryce began snaking her hands into the waistband of his boxers. The laugh he gave rumbled through the cheek she had planted on his back.

“This is the last of the bacon, don’t make me ruin it,” he warned her gently. “I think you’d have a very sad chimera on your hands if I did.”

Syrinx gave a small whine upon hearing the word again. Bryce smiled at him, bending to scratch his head. “Don’t worry Syrie, I wouldn’t do that to you,” she said.

Standing up from her crouch, Bryce stared once again at Hunt. The warmth that gathered in her chest was suddenly shot through with a twinge of unease. He was strong, whole, at home – their home – cooking breakfast. And yet… while Hunt might have been granted his freedom, Rigelus had made it quite clear that all they had now was entirely at the whim of the Asteri.

Tears started to prick behind Bryce’s eyes. It hit her all at once – how precious and delicate this moment, all of her moments with Hunt would be, while the Asteri were still in charge.

She didn’t want to think about that now, though. Not when the two of them had so much lost time to make up for.

Turning so that Hunt wouldn’t see her wiping her eyes, Bryce finally spotted the tiger lilies sitting in a tall glass in the center of the kitchen table. “Athalar!” she said as she spun around.

He shrugged. “They reminded me of you.”

Bryce smiled to herself as she stroked a bright orange petal. She supposed she would need to get a vase or two now.

A plate was dropped in front of her, Hunt coming up from behind her, breakfast ready. Syrinx was crouched in front of his bowl, scarfing down the bacon Hunt had dropped there.

Hunt swept Bryce’s hair to the side, bending down slightly to whisper in her ear. “Let’s eat, we can talk about how you’ll thank me,” he said.

Bryce shivered.

Tucking into her breakfast, Bryce watched Hunt pour hot sauce onto his eggs. “So, how was the Comitium?” she asked. “Going to fall apart if you take the day off?”

“I can finally say with 95% confidence that it won’t,” he replied. The past few days had settled into a fast-paced, but predictable rhythm. Even Isaiah had finally managed to get some rest, after what seemed like weeks without sleep.

“What do you think you’re going to do? Will you stick around? Stay Isaiah’s number two?” she inquired. She was half-teasing, but quickly realized that Hunt had yet to mention what his plans were now that he wasn’t at the complete disposal of Micah.

Hunt pushed his hair back from his face and let out a sigh. “Honestly,” he said, “I haven’t even thought about it.” He suddenly felt the weight of his freedom pressing down on him. The freedom that he’d longed for, debased himself for, had killed for, had finally been granted. All those years of slavery lifted like the burden hadn’t been a ten-ton weight keeping him tethered to his own personal Hel for half a century.

Bryce watched him stare off into the middle distance, worry creasing his bare forehead. She gently cleared her throat and reached out to grab his hand. “Well,” she said, running her thumb lightly over his beautiful knuckles, “you don’t have to decide now.” He gave her that smile again, the one that made her feel like she was staring directly into the sun and lifted up her hand to kiss it.

They sat in silence for a bit, both contemplating the future, the only sound the gentle clink of utensils on plates, when suddenly it was pierced by the harsh rattling of a phone buzzing on the glass tabletop. Bryce glanced down – call from Ruhn Danaan. Her finger hesitated over the screen before she decisively held down the power button, sending her brother to voicemail and quieting the device.

The move didn’t go unnoticed by Hunt.

“You know, we still need to discuss how I’m going to thank you for the flowers,” she said, grinning up wickedly at him.

He arched an eyebrow. “Thank you for reminding me, Quinlan. What did you have in mind?”

“Why don’t I just come over and show you?” Bryce said, walking around the table to stand in front of him.

Hunt grabbed her hips, squeezing that perky, round ass as he stood up from the chair. All the power she had fallen into but this – her perfect butt – was how she would take Hunt out. So many things he wanted to do with that ass, most of them depraved beyond reason, but right now, staring down at Bryce, he was overcome with a tenderness he hadn’t felt in a lifetime.

He lifted a hand up to her face, tilting her chin upwards. Her lips parted, and he stuck his thumb inside. She captured it there, gently rolling her tongue around the pad of his finger. Hunt groaned. Moving his hand back to cradle her head, he pressed his lips to hers, slowly easing his tongue in, tasting the inside of her mouth. Bryce pressed back into him with sudden force, making it impossible for them to tell where one of them ended and the other started.

Hunt pulled back suddenly, staring at Bryce’s now slightly swollen lips and dazed expression. As willing as he would be to take her right on the dining room floor, he wanted to do this right. He picked Bryce up, cradling her in his strong arms as he walked to her bedroom. She buried her face in his neck, kissing along his jugular. He felt his dick throb.

As he laid Bryce down on the bed, she reached out, snatching his boxers down. His cock sprang out, already rock hard. She started at it reverently, pre-cum beading on the tip. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as she ran her fingers up his shaft, gathered the drop on her finger and immediately brought it to her mouth to taste.

“So it’s true what they say about angel cum,” she said. “Tastes like honey.”

Hunt had to laugh at that one. Gods, she was perfect. “How many male lives have you ruined, Bryce?” he said as he threw her backwards onto the bed.

“Well, I won’t ruin yours, as long as you give me another taste of that,” she said.

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll have plenty,” he said as he pulled her leggings off. Looking down at her, he idly wondered how much the female spent on her lingerie. Bryce took a shaky breath as he traced his finger along the soft lace at the waistband.

Hips arching off the bed, desperate for his touch she begged, “Hunt, please.”

“What do you want?” he asked, his hands drifting to her inner thighs. She tried to close her legs, desperate to have him closer to her dripping cunt, but he pressed them back open. “I’ll give you whatever you want, but you need to use your words, Bryce.”

She squirmed under him, trying desperately to gather enough of her wits to tell him exactly where she wanted him to put that snarky mouth of his. “I want your face, between my legs. Right now,” she forced out.

“As you wish, Princess,” he said. She would let that one slide.

She lifted her hips slightly, allowing Hunt to slide her panties off, discarded alongside her pants on the floor. Hunt spread her legs carefully, looking at her perfect pussy. Gods – he wondered how it would feel to slide into her for the first time, to feel her hot inner walls gripping his cock as he moved in and out. But first, he wanted to make sure she was ready. Hunt slid a finger inside of Bryce. She gave him a small, surprised little gasp as he repeatedly curled his fingers upwards against the rough patch of skin inside of her. “Bryce, you are soaked,” he said in wonder.

“Taste it. Please, Hunt,” she practically whined. The penetration was driving her wild, but there were other parts of her that needed attention more urgently.

More than happy to oblige her, Hunt brought his lips down over her cunt. Gently, gently he ran his tongue down over her clit, then up the side of her slit, tasting her slightly salty, slightly tart wetness. Underneath him, Bryce’s voice climbed to an octave he didn’t even know she possessed as she let out a sharp gasp.

Bryce was in heaven. Every alphahole in Midgard loved to talk about his prowess in going down on females, but Hunt… Hunt was the real deal. She wished she could thank Shahar and whoever else had taught him how to do this because it was pure bliss. He added another finger alongside the first, occasionally curling them to rub the rough patch of her g-spot. As if that weren’t enough, his tongue was driving her out of her mind. His strokes were slow, the flat of his tongue caressing her most sensitive spots, the pressure on her clit getting lighter as she moved closer to the edge and it became more sensitive. The tightness was radiating out from her core, spreading to her lower stomach and the tops of her thighs. Hunt took a sudden deliberate stroke down the center of her cunt with his tongue and Bryce moaned deep and long. He was going to finish her off in record time. If he stopped now, she would probably murder him.

“I’m so close, baby. Please don’t stop,” she panted.

If his mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied, Hunt would have smiled. Briefly, he considered stopping, forcing her to beg for it and drawing out her pleasure for a good long while, but he decided against it. She was feeling entirely too warm and inviting around his fingers at the moment. He felt her breathing quicken and her walls begin to clench down around his fingers. Bryce gasped again. “I’m coming,” she said.

The tightness intensified and Bryce could feel herself start to spasm around Hunt’s fingers. She let out another moan and finally, she broke open. The coil that had been building in her lower body unwound, the muscles in her core gripping and releasing, driving her ever higher. Bryce curled upward, weaving her fingers through Hunt’s hair and pressing his beautiful face even closer to the center of her pleasure. She felt another wave of wetness as she continued to ride his face, her whole body vibrating with the intensity of her orgasm. She briefly registered through her haze that her thighs were squeezing tightly around Hunt’s head and that her hands were shaking as they held desperately onto his skull but she was so far from being able to care about any of that. The sounds coming from her throat were desperate needy moans. She wanted to stay here forever.

Eventually, the spasms began slowing and Bryce started coming down from her peak. Her clit throbbed periodically. She collapsed back on the bed while Hunt continued to trace lazy circles with his mouth. Suddenly, it was too much. She shoved Hunt’s head back. “Please, please, please no more,” she begged. “Too much.”

Hunt couldn’t help himself – he took once last taste. At her tiny gasp somewhere between pleasure and pain he lifted his head and grinned down at her. Bryce was splayed out on the bed in front of him, flushed with her post-orgasmic high, her breathing heavy and eyes closed. He crawled up the bed to lie next to her, gently brushing the dark red hair from her face. Slowly, she opened her eyes to look at him, a satiated, lazy little grin on her face.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

He captured her lips in his own, brushing his tongue over them lightly. Bryce tasted herself – musky and acidic – and deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced for a bit before Hunt pulled his head back and started into her eyes. Bryce lifted a hand to Hunt’s face, tracing her fingers over the perfect plane of his cheekbone and sharp angle of his jawline. “You’re beautiful, Hunt Athalar,” she said.

“Back at you, Bryce Quinlan,” he said. He rolled closer to her, hovering over her slightly to kiss her once again. How that felt as good as it did, he didn’t know. She was like a drug. Suddenly, a mischievous spread across his face.

“What?” she asked.

“Open your mouth.”

Bryce, naturally, was powerless. She complied immediately.

Hunt shifted closer to her, gripping her cheeks lightly in his hand. His gaze flicked over her features, and the need to posses her overcame him like a pure animal lust. He spit directly into her mouth.

Bryce swallowed, knowing that this was him claiming her, showing her that she belonged to him completely and totally, that she would do whatever he asked. She looked up at him, desire in her eyes.

Oh, Bryce Quinlan was fun.

Hunt shifted his body closer to her, his still-hard cock bumping up against Bryce’s thigh in the process. Feeling it, she looked down hungrily.

“Hunt?” she asked.

“Yes?” he replied.

“Can you hurry up and put that inside me?”

That was all Hunt needed. He positioned himself fully on top of her, as Bryce spread her legs underneath him. He teased his cock at her entrance for a moment, reveling in the feeling of her slick folds against the head. He knew she would feel better than he could even imagine.

And then, after months of dancing around each other, denying their feelings, and being interrupted at the worst possible moment, Hunt entered Bryce.

The feeling of her tight, hot, wet cunt enveloping him was incredible. He pushed all the way in, finding absolutely no resistance. She had been so ready.

She gasped as his not-inconsiderable girth filled her all the way up. She was still wired and had been left swollen and sensitive from his earlier attention. He stilled once he was fully buried inside of her, making heated eye contact once again. Bryce wrapped her legs around his waist as he brushed his thumb over her cheek.

The two looked at each other for what felt like minutes, the moment heavy with emotion and meaning. They were two people absolutely consumed by each other.

“I love, you Bryce,” Hunt said.

“I love you too, Hunt.”

With that, he pulled back slowly, enjoying the gentle grip of her walls around him. Then, finally finally, possessing this woman who had been driving him crazy since the minute he saw her flaunting that lush ass in her bedroom window, he pounded back in.

Hunt pulled Bryce’s legs over his shoulders, driving their chests and mouths together. It was almost too much for Hunt. He had known that after all those months of buildup and tension that when he finally got himself inside Bryce Quinlan, he wasn’t going to last very long. But she had turned out to be even more devastating than he’d anticipated.

Bryce noticed that Hunt’s breathing was getting ragged, his strokes becoming more and more desperate as he plunged in and out of her. The grip he had around her arms tightened. She momentarily broke away from his mouth to whisper in his ear. “Are you getting close, baby?”

His rhythm faltered. Fuck. He’d hoped he’d be able to hold out at least a little longer. But as soon as Bryce asked him that question, he knew he was moments away from finishing and filling up that sweet little cunt.

“I’m sorry, Bryce, I’m going to come,” he said, his voice shaking with the effort.

“That’s ok, baby. Come for me,” she said.

Hunt’s thrusts grew more erratic, desperate for that last bit of sensation that would finish him off. His balls were tight against his skin as he felt the beginnings of his release. He wrapped his arms around Bryce beneath him, squeezing her smaller form against his, a thin sheen of sweat creating a slickness between their bodies. Hunt gave a deep-throated moan and let go.

Bryce could feel him unravel on top of her. His hands, now tightly wrapped around her arms, were squeezing down periodically. His breathing hitched and stopped. He moaned deep and long into Bryce’s ear. Hunt gave a few final thrusts and then stilled, his heavy chest pressing down against hers. She felt his cock throb as it rested inside of her, completely spent. For a moment, they lay like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in. Hunt gave her one last kiss and rolled to the side, pulling himself out of her with just a twinge of regret.

He pulled her into him, shoving a leg between her soft thighs. She rested her head on his chest. He wove his hand through the hair at the base of her skull, the sweat that had formed there beginning to cool.

Hunt was home.