Chapter 58 Chapter 58

Chapter 58 Chapter 58

Misty

The rain hit my lashes and dribbled down my skin that was heated from my fruitless endeavor for escape. My eyes were raised to the darkened sky as my mind prayed to whomever came to mind. My end was near, so I accepted it. If I were dead then Beck would have no choice but to save Cricket. He would take her to Adelaide and save them both. Completely resigned to my fate, I kept praying, kept my chin up, determined to be defiant to this end. The rain spattered on my skin and I found peace with it all. She would be with people like her, people that loved her, and I realized I trusted Beck with her safety and well being as much as I did Adeilade who had already sacrificed so much for us. She would be alright without me, as long as she had them. I let my heart slow to the rhythm of the rain. Resolute.

A large hand suddenly encompassed the side of my neck, I blinked, and braced to struggle as a tear laced with rain trailed down my cheek. A thumb caught it, wiping it away. My lashes fluttered as I startled in confusion. My eyes met his. Death’s eyes were grey, the prettiest shade, dark feral rage and glittering with silver light; ready to devour me whole.

“Beck!” I choked out realizing it was him. My eyesight refocused as I watched rivulets of rain mixing with specks of red blood streamed down his fierce face. My hands found his hard, heaving chest, needing support.

“You killed them?”

“I did,” he growled out, his voice, not entirely his own.

Beck

She went to speak again but any control I had with her had snapped the moment I realized she was almost taken from me. Desperation forced my hand as I crashed my mouth to hers, my hand tangling into her hair still covered by the hood and forcing her neck back. The angle opened her mouth and I delved into the sweetness of it. She gasped and our tongues slid across each other. Something ignited inside me. I pushed against her, slim arms wrapped around my neck and her legs came up to tangle around my waist. I pulled away just a fraction. “I shouldn’t want this but I almost lost you.” I rushed out my words, barely touching the emotions coursing through my being. That's when a sharp slap exploded across my cheek and her intent eyes met mine.

“Stop thinking and just fuck me you oso elstùpido \[stupid bear\],” she spat, her hooded eyes meeting mine. In that instant, the world peeled away and it was just Misty and I in the rain. I kissed her roughly. My hands roving over her skin, naked under this damn hoodie. I found her breast and fondled the ample peaks. Her mouth broke free from mine as her head leaned back against the brick wall and she let out a soft moan. I pulled it up over her head, letting it fall to the ground, exposing her. My heart raced in my chest at the sight of her. Her eyes however bore a challenge and today’s events had ripped all the barriers away. Fuck the rest of it, I needed to feel her from the inside and out and every possible way I could touch her.

Misty’s skin was hot in contrast to the chill of the soft rain sheltering us from harsh surroundings of the city, sequestered in the deep labyrinth of its backway alleys. I abandoned my moral compass where she was concerned. My pelvis anchored her to the brick as I fumbled with the buttons of her jeans. Her legs fell from my hips allowing me to pull them down as she worked at my belt. She wanted this, needed it as much as I did. She kicked her pants aside, now naked for me as her small hands worked my engorged cock out. I backed her back against the wall staring down at her as her hands ran up and down my cock with only the rain to lubricate the ministrations. I thrust my cock into those hands and let out a primal growl. Those hands were magic against my skin, igniting my desire on an entirely new level. 

I gripped that bare, perfect, ample ass of hers and lifted her. Her legs returned to wrap around me just above my hips as she lined me up. Her fucking beautiful hazel eyes still dared me. I growled at her as I thrust into her. She gasped, her head rolling back against the brick, her chin length hair plastered to her face. Flawless, beautiful. Another thrust deeper than the first. Her sharp intake of breath had her eyes rolling; unfocused. I adjusted her legs before slipping a hand behind her back, gripping her nape, my long fingers cradling her head, to protect it from the hardness of the brick wall. My other slid around her hip to her tailbone, in an attempt to cushion the pent up force I was about to unleash on her. She relented her body, becoming completely pliable to me. 

The next thrust pushed my long, thick cock deeper into her small body and she let out a needy whine. She wanted more, all of me, and I felt as if I would die without ever knowing all of her. My mouth found hers, needy for her taste and she relented but bit my lip harshly when I pulled away. I licked the metallic taste of my blood she left behind, before pulling almost completely out and ramming into her. She cried out in shock. I pushed into her, stalling for her body to accommodate for a few heart beats, our eyes locked. The vixen still dared me and so as I allowed myself to taste her lips once more, I began to pommel into her like the fucking starved man I was. She felt like paradise, like a home I didn’t realize I longed for. Her body was sin and yet heaven all at once. I knew if she asked me again I couldn’t say no. This, this was my undoing. 

Her nails bit into my shoulders, as her breath hitched into sharp exquisite cries. At this moment nothing existed but Misty and I. The city, the danger, the line we were crossing became nothing as the world around us fell away. 

I pushed in and out of her until her legs quivered and her voice became rough. She wasn’t quiet, and wasn't loud. Misty’s voice just naturally conveyed the way I made her body feel and I was hooked, captivated, entirely lost in her. She on the other hand became the sexual being she was on the inside. The part of her she had been unable to unlock, had been released and she was captivating. I pulled back and pushed into her at a new angle. Her pussy clenched my dick like a death grip as a sharp whine escaped her lips. She wanted it all, so I’d give it to her. The angle was working for her so I pulled out and thrust in focusing on the one spot that would completely unravel her. Her voice rose, words inaudible through the sounds of her resounding pleasure. Her fingers tangled into my hair, her grip inciting a sting, a most pleasurable pain the moment she began to unravel. Carnal bliss washed across her face and that exquisite sight triggered my release as I followed her. I kept pumping into her through every quake of her body as she came down. My forehead pressed against hers. She released a soft sigh and smiled. I turned my head so the bridge of my nose was flush with hers.

“What?” I asked her.

“I found what I’ve been missing.”

“And what's that?” I was confused.

“Real men, with experience. I won’t waste my time on boys who don’t know how to use their own dicks anymore,” she said, her voice languid, spent, laced with lazy satisfaction.

I couldn’t help myself but let out a deep chuckle as I pulled her to me and away from the wall. Her legs unsteady as they slipped from me and she stood. 

I stepped back giving her a once over. Her messy, rain-drenched hair and her small perfectly soft curvy body with droplets of rain running down it. I’d remember her like this, fill my dreams with the image because I doubt she would let it happen again. I glanced at the droplets that took pink trails of the blood that had transferred from me to her with them down her skin. She looked me over.

“Guess you killed them?”

I nodded. 

She bent and grabbed her pants pulling them on. “We need to get out of here, they are tracking them and will find us,” she alerted me pointing to her earbud as she wrung out her hoodie quickly and pulled it on. “They aren’t answering them and they are sending a team after them,” she quickly said, grabbing her bag from the ground and throwing it over her shoulders. 

I pulled her hood up and guided her out of the labyrinth away from the bodies I had left behind. We made our way back to the van, several blocks where I collected my jacket and anything else that could give them any evidence if they found it and we called Negan to pick us up. Misty was shivering and I pulled her into me for warmth as he sped off gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw clenched.

“I see you have made your choice,” he said dryly.

“What do you mean?” Misty asked through chattering teeth.

“You reek of the Kodiak,” Donnie grumbled from the passenger seat, clearly perturbed.

Her eyes glanced up into mine in question.

“Her mind is her own,” I said, in an attempt to lessen the blow on them, I hadn’t claimed her.

Her mouth opened to speak, but I gave her a warning look. We had just possibly endangered the alliance we had with Negan. In his eyes, his window to win her over just may have closed, he may not help us anymore, in fact he knew enough to turn us over to The Blacks, if he really wanted to.

Negan let out a sigh, and shook his head, as he gripped the steering wheel. “We still have the same enemy, I don’t care for the wolves either, they have too much power here. Count yourself lucky, that I still stand by the morals and that you are still useful to my cause,” Negan said, his voice cold but a lingering shred of anger, or was it disappointment still that resided in his resigned tone.