Acts of Mercy: Part 2 – Chapter 21

My body vibrates as rage burns through me, chewing up and spitting out whatever excuse I had for staying away. After a month of battling my own will, all it took was the caress of some damn teenager to push me over the edge. Fuck if I’ll let him take what’s mine.

My head whips back toward Alyssa’s beautiful face, my eyes searing into hers. “What am I doing?” I repeat her question through gritted teeth. “Doing what I should’ve done from the start.”

Grabbing her by the waist, I turn her around and bend her over the workbench, my hands digging into her tiny waist. “Claiming what’s mine. What no other will ever have.”

In one swift motion, I pull her coverup off, flinging the sheer material to the ground. “Say it, Alyssa. Say you’re mine.”

She gasps as I slide a palm along her spine, her juicy ass bucking into thin air, seeking what she already knows is hers.

Despite her obvious arousal, I fail to hear the magic words. That won’t do.

Rearing a hand, I bring it down on her ass—the sound of my palm on her creamy skin echoing through the small shed. “Say it, Alyssa.”

She moans on contact, the sound making my cock throb. “Yours, Hudson. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

Those words are like balm for my soul, soothing an ache only her absence creates.

“That’s right, Little Red. You’re mine.”

I push the tiny bikini to the side with the tip of my head before slamming my steely length into her tight channel. Immediately, my cock pulses inside her warmth, screaming for its release. “God damn, you’re perfect.”

She pushes back onto me and it takes the will of a god to refrain from rutting into her like an animal in heat.

Based on our sounds, it’s clear that there’s no need for foreplay, not with how we’ve been dancing around each other for a fucking month. The wet slurping of her body taking mine is all the confirmation I need to know she wants this as bad as I do.

I look down to where we’re connected; the action causing my balls to draw up, a violent tingle spreading across my lower back. “Baby, I wish you could see this. See the way your lips wrap around my fat cock, sucking me in.”

“Hudson,” she mewls, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me yours.”

Sweeter words have never been uttered.

Needing no further invitation, I dig both hands into either side of her hips, bracing her for the violent thrusts I’m about to deliver.

This isn’t sweet lovemaking. No, this is feral fucking.

I need to mark her. Make her mine and remind her of who she belongs to. “Play with your clit, baby. This is going to be hard and fast.”

Alyssa does as she’s told, the vision making me groan. Needing to taste her, I lower my chest to her back, licking a line from her shoulder up to her neck, sucking hard at the tender flesh.

Her moan is the shot fired that sets me off, my hips retreating before violently bucking into her tight hole over and over again.The sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with our panting is music to my ears. “God, I needed you, baby.”

“Yes, Hudson. Yes,” Alyssa hisses, her head falling back.

Seizing the opportunity, I take her mouth with mine, our tongues dancing to the tune of desperation and need. As I take her precious cunt under the veil of darkness, I know there will be no other.

She is it for me, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep it that way.

As if in sync with my thoughts, Alyssa’s walls begin to ripple around me, squeezing my cock even tighter as her body violently shudders against mine. She groans into my mouth, the sound signaling my permission to take my prize.

And take is exactly what I do.

The first rope of cum fires deep into her womb, making my body jolt. She’s mine. This knowledge brings with it a satisfaction that is bone deep.

A slow smile spreads across my face as I continue to empty my release into this beautiful woman.

Call me a savage, but there’s something so satisfying about marking your partner in such an intimate way. Knowing your seed in her can create life.

It’s then that it hits me, I have no clue if she’s on birth control. A selfish part of me is dancing with glee, hoping that she’s not. Hoping that she’ll be tied to me in more ways than one.

As I slowly slide out of her, reality hits and I wince. She’s only eighteen. There’s a whole life ahead of her, and the possibility of her being pregnant is definitely something that needs to be discussed. But later. Much later.

Turning her around, I right her bikini bottom while cupping her sensitive mound from the outside. “Leave me here. Do not, under any circumstances, wash me away tonight.” Softly kissing her lips, I press my forehead to hers. “I want to know that while you’re out there, entertaining those drooling idiots, you’re marked by me. I may not be able to claim you just yet, but make no mistake, you are mine.”

“Hudson, I know I’m yours… but are you mine?” Alyssa’s eyes go glossy, the fear palpable in her words.

Silly girl. How can she not see?

“Yes, I’m yours.” I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief. “I’m yours because of what you are to me, dear sister. And that is everything.” I break away from her, pacing while dragging both hands through my hair. “I can’t eat, breathe, or sleep without you consuming every second of my being. You are everywhere all at once. In my thoughts and in my very soul. Somehow, you’ve managed to crawl under my skin and there’s no way of getting you out.”

“Hudson—”

I lift a hand, halting her words. “No. Let me get this out. For over a month I’ve bottled this up, trying to explain it away like this was all some sort of fluke. Like what I feel with you is something that could easily be replaced.” Finally stopping before her, I grip her face in my hands, wedging myself between her legs. “But I’ve been a damn fool. You were made for me. The other half of my soul. No matter how hard I try to deny it, there can be no other way. We’re a team. You and me—this is it, baby—and I’ll be damned if I’ll let our parents or some entitled little brat come between what is rightfully mine.”

“You and me?” Her big green eyes look up at me with so much love and reverie it makes me feel like I’m the king of the world.

“You and me, baby.” I brush her hair back with my hand, admiring the beautiful glow that is naturally hers. “Right now, focus on your party. We can figure out the rest later.”

The rest being our parents. There’s no doubt this is going to stir up some shit with my dad. His opinion of me when it comes to women isn’t the best, and by the way he’s been staring daggers into me, I have no illusions that he’ll welcome the news.

Grabbing Alyssa’s coverup off the floor, I shake it off and wrap it around her before walking us to the door. “I’ll go first, then you wait a couple of minutes before walking out.” Squeezing her hand, I give her what I hope is a reassuring smile. “It’s time to put on a show.”

She snorts while rolling her eyes. “What’s new?”

It’s five in the morning, the day after the birthday party, and I can’t make it to Alyssa’s side fast enough.

Unfortunately, I was pulled from the party right after my declaration. The only thing keeping me away being business with my brothers.

We stayed up all night, ironing out the kinks of a mission that will be all hands on deck for the next couple of weeks. If it were for anyone other than my brothers, I would have flat out refused, needing to stay by my woman’s side, no matter the cost.

After a month of battling the moral pros and cons of a relationship with Alyssa, I can safely say I give no fucks.No fucks regarding our parents, and no fucks regarding the outside world that will undoubtedly judge us.

Lifting the covers, I slip into her bed, my arms snaking around her and pulling her back to my chest. Rousing from her sleep, Little Red wiggles her ass against my straining erection.

I need to be inside her. Now.

“Missed you.” She burrows further into me, grabbing hold of my arms and squeezing tightly.

“Missed you too, baby.” My lips find the bend where her neck meets her shoulder, peppering soft kisses along her delicate flesh. “I know it isn’t the best timing, but I have to leave for work in an hour.”

Her body stills, face whipping around to find mine. “Why do you always run?”

I turn her around so that she’s facing me, my hands still gripping her to my body. “I’m not running ever again, Little Red. This is just work. Promise.”

She gives me a small nod, her hand reaching out to trace the contours of my face. “So this is real then?”

“As real as it gets.” I press a hard kiss to her forehead. “Trust me. The last thing I want is to be leaving your side. In fact, I’ve already asked Rosa to move your things into my room. The thought of you sleeping anywhere other than my bed is unacceptable.”

She gives me a smirk, her eyes narrowing playfully. “You mean leave this monochrome haven you’ve so graciously given me?” She giggles, but her smile falls as soon as she takes in my expression. “Why the face?”

Rolling in my lips, I take in a deep breath. I knew this conversation had to happen at some point. I just wasn’t expecting it anytime soon. “This room… it’s been blank for so long.”

She looks at me, patiently waiting for me to elaborate.

“I’ve told you I can’t stand liars, and it’s for good reason. This room was meant for a child I thought would be mine.”

She sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes widening to comical proportions. “Hudson, oh my god. I didn’t know.”

I shake my head. “Not many people know. I had been hooking up with Julie, the only woman I’d slept with more than once. I’d gotten to a point in my life where the convenience outweighed a possible attachment.” She bites her bottom lip but doesn’t say a word. “Well, it bit me in the ass when she told me she was pregnant. Not wanting to be a deadbeat dad, I moved her in and gave her this room for the baby since it’s the closest one to mine.”

“What happened?” Alyssa squeezes my hand, a reassuring gesture I welcome, tethering me to the here and now.

“She lied. It was all a fucking lie so she could worm her way into my life, dig her claws in me and forge a family through trickery.”

She gasps, her mouth parting and exposing that pink tongue I love so much. “How did you find out?”

“I came home early to surprise her and found her three sheets to the wind in this very room. She had baby things spread all throughout, all for a baby that wasn’t even real.” I roll to my back, staring at the ceiling as the day replays vividly in my head. “When I confronted her about the drinking, she turned into a blubbering mess. For a second there I thought maybe she’d lost the baby, and this was her way of coping. But because of the alcohol, she didn’t even possess the quick wit to come up with a lie on the spot. No, instead she confessed to everything—admitting that she’d only said that to make me take our relationship to the next level. She even had the audacity to act like it wasn’t a big deal, that she’d eventually get pregnant in earnest now that she’d put holes in my stash of condoms.”

“Who would do that?” A look of horror flashes across Alyssa’s beautiful face.

“She would, apparently. Even after she’d told me she was pregnant, I couldn’t bring myself to take her bare. It didn’t feel right.” I pull Alyssa’s head to my chest, kissing the top of her head. “Not like it does with you.”

Alyssa holds on to me possessively, and the feeling it brings is nothing short of pure bliss. Grabbing her by the hips, I fling her so that she’s straddling me, her heat gently rocking against my hard length.

I grunt with barely restrained lust pouring through me. “Tell me, Little Red… Do you enjoy feeling me deep inside you, raw and unsheathed?”

She whimpers, continuing to rub her warm slit up and down over my sweats. The action making me dig my fingers into her soft hips, pushing her harder into me, needing to feel her closer. “Yes. So much, yes.”

I lick my lips at her admission. Knowing she loves it as much as I do sets the caveman in me free. With a growl, I thrust into her sleep shorts. “Take me out, little girl. Show me how much you love shoving this cock deep inside that tight little pussy.”