To Capture a Thorn (The Society 2)

We both cried out.

Complete.

So perfect.

Sian’s head fell back, exposing her neck. Gripping her ass tightly, I thrust up inside her, showing her a pace I wanted her to take, to work my cock until she could milk it of all the cum I had.

Up and down.

I growled her name and mine spilled from her lips, filling the air and echoing off the walls.

It was fast, sweaty, and exactly what we both needed. Using and wanting each other with a passion that stole our breath.

We came together hard. Her pussy squeezing me like her life depended on it, and my cock giving her what she begged me for.

This was perfection.

Sian collapsed against me and I held her. Never in all my life had I held something so precious in my arms than Sian.

I couldn’t lose her, but I didn’t know if I had what it took to keep her with us at all times.

Chapter Ten

Mateo

I wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to be helpless.

Coach Bilson had been taken care of. The news of his arrest had gone far and wide. Not only was he found guilty of beating up Fred Arson, there were further charges brought against him by other schools.

The way The Society worked, I wasn’t sure exactly which charges were real and which ones were fake. I knew Fred’s was of course real.

His father was happy with the arrest but apparently was now gunning for the school. That was the last I heard of Fred when the news broke.

There had been no other news about Alexander or the laptop. We hadn’t even heard of anything to do with Chloe and her involvement.

Our fathers had given us strict instructions to stay home until they told us otherwise. We were currently locked up in Gideon’s home.

His dad hadn’t shown for a few days.

After we’d been instructed to stay home, Dante and Sian had returned. He looked a lot happier after being alone with her for some time. Not that I could blame him.

I rarely got to spend any time with her, which was why I was now hunting the gardens for her. This was where I saw her disappear to.

What I had come to realize with Sian was she didn’t like being locked up inside a big house, especially if she didn’t have a choice in the matter. She loved to explore, to go out, and to not be kept on a short leash.

Even with the rain pouring down all around us, Sian had come out into the garden, no shoes, just a pair of jeans and a large shirt that was way too big for her.

I found her under a veranda past the first garden, going by the pond, toward a small alcove that had been structured to almost look like a fairy tale. The wooden veranda had been built with a roof, so it provided shelter from the rain.

One look at her though, and I saw she was cold.

After removing my jacket as I entered, I draped it over her shoulders.

“I don’t want you to get cold,” Sian said.

“I’m fine. You need it more than I do.”

She sat on the floor with her feet out into the rain. “Thank you,” she said.

I sat down beside her, trying to offer her my warmth. “Dante looks happy.”

“He is. I think. He didn’t want to come back.”

Past experiences with Dante when he went on one of his soul-searching, art needs, he rarely wanted to return to the land of the living. This was no different.

“Did you?” I asked.

“Yes and no.”

I didn’t know if I should be relieved or not.

“Why yes?”

“I missed you guys.” She nudged my shoulder. “Kind of hard to believe a year ago, I would have done anything to avoid you, and now I miss you.”

This made me smile. “We kind of grow on you.”

“I guess.”

“So why no?” I asked, wishing to change the subject. Dwelling on the past would only spiral us down back to where it hurt too much, and that I didn’t want to do. The last thing I ever wanted to do was cause her pain. She meant way too much to me.

“Because I’m tired. My dad is still out there and while he is, there’s no chance we can ever truly be free. With him in possession of those videos, he’s stolen our future from us. Also, being here reminds me of everything Heather once hoped to achieve and never will.” She laughed, but it was a forced sound. “I’m sorry. You must be tired of me constantly talking about that.”

“She was your best friend.”

“Yeah, but it must be hard.”

“It must be hard to lose her,” I said. “Fred is a good friend. He’s not like William, Gideon, or Dante, but he’s a good guy. It hurt knowing that I caused that. He could have died. If I can feel that and he lived, I can’t even begin to describe what you must be going through.”