Chapter 157
Chapter 157
“The thrall,” Amos snarled. His hands clenched on the medallion, snapping it in two.
“Another gift?” Chloe took the pieces from his white knuckled grip. “Be honest–how terrified should I be p>
“If he’s demonstrating courting impulses towards you, he won’t want to harm you. You’ve got my claim mark, so he won’t be able to claim you, even if he were capable. Thralls can’t claim bloodmates. Regardless, the impulses are there. And without his sire to keep him in line, he’s at the mercy of his impulses p>
Chloe took that in, quiet for a moment. “Then, Amos… please don’t kill him p>
Amos stiffened. His pupils dilated with predatory intent.
“It’s not his fault this was done to him,” she said. “He’s alone and lost and he needs help. You know what it’s like to be alone. I know what it’s like. So. please. Help him p>
The stiffness eased from Amos’s posture. He sighed. “Alright p>
“Thank you p>
He leaned across the center console, pulling her in for a kiss. “ You are incredibly compassionate. It is one of the many qualities that I love about you. But I’m putting one condition on this compassion. If it comes down to protecting you from him, I won’t be bothering myself about the thrall’s safety. Understand p>
Chloe nodded. “That’s fair p>
He kissed her again. “Let’s go home p>
Her heart warmed. “To our home p>
A soft purr resonated in Amos’s chest as he put the vehicle into gear.
Living with Amos was even better than Chloe had hoped it would be. Now that he’d been unleashed, he fucked like a wild animal. He started a wicked game in which he crept up on her and nipped her–just enough to impart a little venom–and then held her as a swift little orgasm rocked through her. In retaliation, Chloe started an equally wicked game in which she waited until he was on a video call for work, and then stood naked in the doorway, just out of sight of the camera. Both games generally ended in sex.
In the first two weeks of living together, they’d broken an antique lamp, torn curtains straight off the rod, punched a hole in the living room wall, knocked out two stair banisters, knocked one of the legs off the settee, and shattered a cut–crystal vase–all during their hunting games. The most devastating of these was when Amos discovered the sapphire–blue Council dress in the back of the closet. She’d put it on, since he’d never gotten a chance to ravish her in it, and in the course of their subsequent struggle–fuck, Chloe’s stiletto heel had ended up embedded in the bedroom wall, one of the bedposts had been cracked in half, two of the towel bars had been ripped off the bathroom wall, the bedroom doorknob had been snapped clean off, and Chloe’s blue dress had been shredded practically to confetti.
Despite his savage approach to lovemaking, Amos was incredibly fastidious. More fastidious than Chloe had quite gleaned before living with him. He wasn’t a nag about it, but she couldn’t help but notice the way he carefully repositioned things that she’d moved out of their original place–a lamp that got nudged a little to the left when she’d left a stack of books on the end table, a candle that she’d lit and moved from the bookshelf to the coffee table, a spare bedroom door she’d shut that apparently Amos preferred ajar.
He would even rearrange things that were nominally hers. Even after claiming her, he still had fresh flowers delivered weekly. When she’d turned one of the arrangements so that her favorite part–the sunflowers – could be seen better, she later walked in on Amos rotating it back the way it’d been. He froze as if he’d been caught stealing from her purse.
“Aren’t those mine? ” she’d asked, struggling to keep a straight face.
“Of course they are,” Amos said hurriedly. “They just… look better this way.” His expression was somehow both defiant and ashamed, and it had broken Chloe’s composure. She laughed, shaking her head at him. But as soon as he left the room, she’d rotated the flowers back to how she liked them.
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Chapter 157
Chapter 157
“The thrall,” Amos snarled. His hands clenched on the medallion, snapping it in two.
“Another gift?” Chloe took the pieces from his white knuckled grip. “Be honest–how terrified should I be p>
“If he’s demonstrating courting impulses towards you, he won’t want to harm you. You’ve got my claim mark, so he won’t be able to claim you, even if he were capable. Thralls can’t claim bloodmates. Regardless, the impulses are there. And without his sire to keep him in line, he’s at the mercy of his impulses p>
Chloe took that in, quiet for a moment. “Then, Amos… please don’t kill him p>
Amos stiffened. His pupils dilated with predatory intent.
“It’s not his fault this was done to him,” she said. “He’s alone and lost and he needs help. You know what it’s like to be alone. I know what it’s like. So, please. Help him p>
The stiffness eased from Amos’s posture. He sighed. “Alright p>
“Thank you p>
He leaned across the center console, pulling her in for a kiss. “You are incredibly compassionate. It is one of the many qualities that I love about you. But I’m putting one condition on this compassion. If it comes down to protecting you from him, I won’t be bothering myself about the thrall’s safety. Understand p>
Chloe nodded. “That’s fair p>
He kissed her again. “Let’s go home p>
Her heart warmed. “To our home p>
A soft purr resonated in Amos’s chest as he put the vehicle into gear.
Living with Amos was even better than Chloe had hoped it would be. Now that he’d been unleashed, he fucked like a wild animal. He started a wicked game in which he crept up on her and nipped her–just enough to impart a little venom–and then held her as a swift little orgasm rocked through her. In retaliation, Chloe started an equally wicked game in which she waited until he was on a video call for work, and then stood naked in the doorway, just out of sight of the camera. Both games generally ended in sex.
In the first two weeks of living together, they’d broken an antique lamp, torn curtains straight off the rod, punched a hole in the living room wall, knocked out two stair banisters, knocked one of the legs off the settee, and shattered a cut–crystal vase–all during their hunting games. The most devastating of these was when Amos discovered the sapphire–blue Council dress in the back of the closet. She’d put it on, since he’d never gotten a chance to ravish her in it, and in the course of their subsequent struggle–fuck, Chloe’s stiletto heel had ended up embedded in the bedroom wall, one of the bedposts had been cracked in half, two of the towel bars had been ripped off the bathroom wall, the bedroom doorknob had been snapped clean off, and Chloe’s blue dress had been shredded practically to confetti.
Despite his savage approach to lovemaking, Amos was incredibly fastidious. More fastidious than Chloe had quite gleaned before living with him. He wasn’t a nag about it, but she couldn’t help but notice the way he carefully repositioned things that she’d moved out of their original place–a lamp that got nudged a little to the left when she’d left a stack of books on the end table, a candle that she’d lit and moved from the bookshelf to the coffee table, a spare bedroom door she’d shut that apparently Amos preferred ajar.
He would even rearrange things that were nominally hers. Even after claiming her, he still had fresh flowers delivered weekly. When she’d turned one of the arrangements so that her favorite part–the sunflowers – could be seen better, she later walked in on Amos rotating it back the way it’d been. He froze as if he’d been caught stealing from her purse.
“Aren’t those mine?” she’d asked, struggling to keep a straight face.
“Of course they are,” Amos said hurriedly. “They just… look better this way.” His expression was somehow both defiant and ashamed, and it had broken Chloe’s composure. She laughed, shaking her head at him. But as soon as he left the room, she’d rotated the flowers back to how she liked them.
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It wasn’t long after Chloe had moved in with Amos that the thrall followed.
“Well, your admirer has finally moved into the neighborhood,” Amos
s said grimly.
“Is he here right now?” Chloe asked, a flutter of fear in her chest despite her sympathy for the thrall.
“Yes. Standing next to the garage. I could probably corner him at the end of the alley if I can get him to run in that direction. It’s a dead end surrounded by three–story brick walls p>
“I’ll come with you p>
“Chloe, absolutely fucking not p>
“Listen, he’s scared of you. But he likes me. You’ll have a much better chance of catching him if I can talk to him. And there’s no way he can hurt me if you’re with me p>
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