Nero (Made Men 1)

“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned. “Please.”

In one swift movement, Nero went deep inside her, fucking her somehow harder and faster than he had earlier as he gripped her hips. Elle screamed and pushed back at him, glad Nero let her join in.

She didn’t last long; the sound and feeling of his balls slapping against her sent her over the edge. Nero held her up to reach his own climax and Elle lay limp in his arms, feeling his jolts deep inside her.

It took a few minutes before Nero could recover. When he did, he went back to the head of the bed then pulled Elle into him. His hand started soothing her back, just like he always did, before he spoke.

“You stayed at Legacy Prep because of Chloe, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Elle knew she’d never told Nero much of anything the month they were together, but she wasn’t going to be able to keep everything from Nero him from now on. I will keep secrets that aren’t mine to tell, though.

“Why? She was originally with them when they did those things to you.”

Elle took a deep breath. “The day I came back to school, after I was beaten, was the day Chloe returned back to school with her scars. I thought I looked bad, but Chloe… I could tell she was traumatized. I knew she went through something much worse than what I did. I heard them calling her ‘freak’, and I just lost it.”

Nero’s fingers continued the motion. “What happened to her?”

I can’t tell you. Elle didn’t say anything.

“She wasn’t in a car wreck, was she?” Nero tried again.

Elle could at least answer that for him. “No, she wasn’t.”

Chapter Forty-Nine

Happily Ever After

Elle and Nero had returned to school for the last week, and it was the best week of her life. Nero made her quit the diner and put in an application to the local University for her. He assured her that, even though it was late, there was no way they wouldn’t accept her with her 4.0 GPA. He also told her if it took more than two days to do so, he would make a trip down to the admission office. She was now one day away from graduating, and Nero had somehow managed to talk her and Chloe into walking across the stage to take their diplomas.

Elle pinched herself every day, wondering if it was all real. Her last first day of school had ended up being the worst day of her life. Or so I thought. She now realized it had turned out to be the best day in her existence because, if she had never witnessed the murder, then Nero would have never been forced to talk to her in the first place. I would have never gotten my happily ever after.

Brring.

For the first time ever, that was music to her ears. I am free. Free at last.

Nero and Elle smiled at each other as everyone ran out of the art room, screaming. Nero stood and took Elle’s hand, helping her stand up.

“Where are we going?” Elle laughed as he started dragging her.

Nero led her towards the back of the room and opened the art supply closet before pushing her in. “It’s the last time I’ll get this chance, and I have been fantasizing about this ever since I brought you in here the first time.”

Elle tried to stop Nero from closing the door. “Nero, we can’t—”

Nero shoved her back against the door and planted his mouth on hers. She lost all sense as Nero thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. She opened wider for him and rose to her toes.

Nero began unbuttoning her red and white plaid shirt. He pulled it down her shoulders, making it drop to the floor. His eyes then fell down her body to her pink, lacey, push-up bra and blue jean shorts.

Elle’s chest began to rise and fall heavily as she looked up at her hungry wolf’s emerald gaze. I fucking love him.

Nero’s gaze returned to her big, blue eyes. “Pick it up.”