Bloodbath (Order of the Unseen #4)

Chapter Four

Micah

W hen I arrive back at the apartment, it feels like I’m walking on air. I drop my keys on the table beside the front door and kick off my boots, still feeling Quinn’s lips on mine. It’s the first time I’ve ever told a woman I love her.

It’s the first time I’ve told anyone that ever, actually.

Steam from the shower fills the bathroom as I strip off my clothes. The hot water feels incredible on my skin. I roll my neck, lathering the shampoo through my hair and picturing the sweet look on Quinn’s face when the words slipped from my lips.

She is the most amazing woman I’ve ever known. Despite everything life has thrown at her, she still manages to see the beauty in some of the darkest moments.

I just hope she can still find it in her to smile when she finds out who she truly is. Who we are. Why we’ve come into her life. I hope she’ll be able to understand that yes, she may have been an order at first, but she has become so much more than that.

Maybe it wasn’t the smartest choice on our end to become so deeply involved, but I don’t regret it for one second.

I love her with everything in me, every ounce of my fucking soul, and because of that I will do anything in the world for her. All she has to do is tell me what she needs, and I will oblige, no questions asked. I’d burn the whole world into ashes for her.

My dick grows hard. Stroking myself tenderly from tip to base, I plant my free hand against the cold tile wall, keeping myself steady as I work my cock faster, pumping into my fist again and again.

The abrupt sound of the shower door opening from behind me makes me jump.

“Fuck,” I exhale, blinking past small droplets of water. “Caught me off guard.”

Jensen strips off his clothes then enters the shower, shutting the glass door behind him.

“I didn’t expect you home this soon,” I moan, stroking myself faster.

He approaches me without a word. I look into his hazel eyes and my heart pounds. “Need some help with that?” he finally asks, sinking to his knees.

“Sure. It’s going to be a quick one.”

He wraps his fingers around my width and takes my cock all the way into the back of his throat. I see stars, my mouth falling open.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, gripping the back of his head and shoving myself deeper. “All night. All fucking night… I’ve needed this… Needed to come so fucking bad. Fuck, Jensen… fuck .”

He gags violently, bobbing his head and running his tongue up and down the length of my shaft. I thrust into the warmth, gripping his wet hair and tugging taut on the strands.

He slips his hand behind me and teases my ass with his finger.

“Yes,” I groan, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Ah, fuck—”

He sinks his lean finger inside me, curling slightly and stroking all the right spots. Unable to hold back, I come undone immediately, exploding into his mouth and whimpering loudly through my orgasm.

He spits my cum into his palm and lubes his cock. “Turn around,” he instructs, bending me over as I take hold of the handrail.

Jensen enters me forcefully, jolting my body forward with each thrust. His fingertips dig into my hips while he holds me steady, his hips slamming against my ass with each stroke. He fucks me without emotion. The sounds of our skin smacking, groans and uneven breaths echo against the walls.

“Mine,” he grunts between thrusts, slowing his pace unexpectedly. “Such a needy boy. You’re so desperate for cock, aren’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” I breathe out through the steady rise and fall of my chest. “Don’t stop.”

“Go on,” he urges between thrusts. “Tell me what you want.”

“Faster.”

His hand trails up the length of my back. He grips the back of my neck, getting a better grip on me, and then slams into me repeatedly. I push back against him, craving every inch.

“Oh, fuck,” I call out. “That feels so fucking good.”

He wraps my hair around his wrist and pulls tight, the front of his body flush with my back. “You want it harder?”

I nod, trembling with desperation.

“Fucking. Say. It.”

The hot stream of water strikes the skin of my shoulder blades with a light, pattering force, along with his fingertips exploring the contours of my body. I shiver from his soothing touch. Even with him taking me roughly, he’s my oasis.

The top of his thighs slap against my ass with each stroke. I lose myself in the feeling of being stretched, entirely consumed with his thickness. Suddenly, he becomes still, edging me, his lips brushing my shoulder.

“Please,” I beg. “I fucking want it. Fuck me harder.”

He slams into me punishingly, pain shooting through my skull as he tugs on my hair, sending me into a state of pure bliss. Bent over with my face pressed against the wall, I take him at a different angle, causing his dick to hit the spot that makes my eyes roll back in ecstasy. My body vibrates with pleasure and my knees give out for the briefest of moments.

Jensen sneaks his arm around my waist, holding me upright while giving himself better leverage. He quickens his pace, thrusting into me in deep, aggravated bursts.

“Jesus, fuck,” he moans harshly. “Your ass is gripping my cock so fucking tight. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking come, Micah—”

The bathroom door opens, but Jensen doesn’t slow.

“Did you tell him yet?” Damien asks impatiently.

“Fuck, Micah. FUCK.”

“For fuck’s sake, Jensen,” he snaps. “Getting off is more important to you? Hurry the fuck up.”

“Fuuuuck,” Jensen bites out, spilling himself inside my ass with one final thrust.

Tuning the both of them out, I come… hard… riding the waves of bliss as Jensen buries his fingertips into my hips.

He groans, slipping out of me and bringing his palm down firmly on my ass.

“Well don’t just stand there and look pretty, Damien,” I smugly say, washing the rest of the shampoo out of my hair. “What’s going on?”

“There was a second girl reported missing tonight,” Damien explains.

Shit. My mind immediately goes to the cops parked outside the house earlier. Coincidence?

I glare at Jensen and give him a gentle shove. “What the fuck, man? You don’t think you should have mentioned that first?”

He eyes me cautiously while lathering his body. “What difference would it have made? We knew this was coming. Plus, you had your cock in your hand and that look in your eye. You really expected me to not suck it?”

I snort.

“Cute. Love the banter, really, but it’s time to talk business.”

“Discuss away, then.” My tone drips in sarcasm. “I’m listening.”

He shoots me a dirty look in return.

Rolling my eyes, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. “Okay, fine. Now I am.”

“Can you just give me a minute? I’ll be right out,” Jensen says.

Damien sits against the edge of the sink, lost in his thoughts.

Leaning against the counter beside him, I lower my gaze to the floor. “I saw Quinn tonight.”

Damien doesn’t say anything.

“How is she?” Jensen asks. “I haven’t talked to her since our FaceTime earlier.”

“A bird blew into her window and broke its neck, and then I took her out to dinner.”

“Death made her hungry? Interesting,” Jensen jokes. It doesn’t land.

When I shift my gaze, I realize Damien has gone quiet because he’s been staring at me. He gives me the up and down, his main focus being my lower half. More specifically, the bulge beneath my towel.

“Want some?” I tease.

Damien cocks his head to the side, his eyes drifting from my waist to my eyes. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he challenges, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Standing face to face with him, my palms grow clammy, an unexpected fluttering sensation arising deep in my stomach. With my gaze locked on his mouth, I watch the way he presses his teeth into his bottom lip. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued by the thought of it, the pure curiosity of what it would feel like to cross that line.

For fun, of course.

“I told Quinn I love her,” I reveal.

His smirk falls away, the playfulness between us dissipating.

“It slipped out, and I told her I love her, yet here I am,” I hesitate, forcing a bitter laugh. “Still hiding shit and lying to her face.”

A wave of guilt eats at me.

“Micah,” Damien begins, cupping my jaw with his hand and making me look at him, “we knew what we were getting ourselves into. We crossed the line by making this personal. We knew her role in all this shit—her place in the society, that her birth mother gave her up to protect her from that sadistic prick. We took an oath and at the time, it was for a good reason. We’ve had her best interest at heart since day one.”

“That doesn’t make it right,” I argue. “She’s the only one who doesn’t know. It’s not fucking fair.”

“No,” he admits, letting his hands fall from my face as he steps back. “It’s not. That’s why we’re going to tell her the truth.”

Jensen steps out of the shower with shocked eyes, too caught up in the moment to even bother grabbing a towel. “And… our orders?”

“Fuck our orders,” Damien shoots back.

“She doesn’t even know she’s adopted,” I let out warily.

“Felicity wanted it this way for a reason,” Damien reminds us. “But that was back when the Hallowed Divine didn’t know Quinn even existed. That was the point, to hide her from those bastards. But now they know, and our safest bet is to come clean. She deserves to know.”

“I agree,” I say.

“Me, too. How does Killian feel about this? The Order?” Jensen wonders, folding his arms across his toned chest. “Not that I honestly give a fuck.”

“Peter isn’t in command anymore, so Killian can’t say shit,” I press.

“Things change. Time does that,” Damien says, glancing at me briefly. “We can finish this conversation after I return his call.” His eyes narrow as he strides past us, shoving a towel against Jensen’s chest. “In the meantime, will you put some damn clothes on? It’s staring at me.”

“Don’t be envious. I was born this way.”

Damien ignores his sarcasm entirely and dismisses himself from the bathroom.

“So, you told her you love her,” Jensen pries, attempting to sound casual while he wraps the towel around his hips. Except there’s just something about his tone that throws me off. “Did she say it back?”

With a slight nod, I begin brushing my teeth. “Shockingly, yes. I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Damn. That’s big, Micah.”

“I know,” I mumble.

“I’m happy for you.” I watch his reflection through the mirror. Surveying my face, he doesn’t say anything further. He just watches me with a hint of curiosity building in his eyes.

“Well?” I spit out.

“Well, what?”

“You look like you want to ask me something,” I observe, rinsing my mouth with water before turning to meet his gaze. “So ask away.”

“Okay,” he says bleakly, approaching me slowly. He presses the front of his body against mine, forcing my ass against the counter. “Is this the first time you’ve told someone you love them?”

“Yeah.”

He lifts his hand beside my face, allowing it to linger there without making even the slightest contact. When I sense his uncertainty, I circle my fingers around his wrist and lean into his touch, resting my face in his palm.

A small breath escapes him as his thumb traces the contour of my cheekbone in small circles. “Do you think it’s possible to love two people at once?” he asks.

“Definitely possible.”

He arches a brow, leaning closer, his breath lightly fanning my lips. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“How?”

“Personal experience.”

His eyes narrow. “Oh?”

“You asked if this is the first time I’ve told someone I love them, not if it’s my first time falling in love.”

His body relaxes against mine. It’s been complete hell holding this inside for all this time. There’s this strong feeling of relief. It’s crazy that after all these years, we’ve never spoken this intimately. He’s always had a wall up between us, and now here he is, allowing any remaining pieces to crumble.

“This is long overdue, don’t you think?” I question. “Are you going to make me say it?”

“No,” he replies, his voice soft and comforting. “You don’t have to say anything. I can feel it. I always have.”

His lips collide with mine not even long enough for me to blink before he draws back, breaking our kiss. A rush of emotions surge through my body.

Without saying another word, I clutch the nape of his neck and pull him into me, sealing this moment with a kiss.