All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,24

feel but I’m an expert at faking it. There’s a clear path from where I’m standing to where Aodhan is strapped to the chair so I can close my eyes and take four long steps to him. Right as I start to walk there’s another explosion somewhere above us and I stumble a little, catching myself on his legs before I climb up to sit on his lap.

Atticus was the last man I kissed but I haven’t been on top of anyone like this since Rory and I do not want to think about him right now.

“Avery, he’s gone. You don’t have to do this.”

I stare down at him. “You have a shock collar around your neck and a camera pointed at us both. I’m not going to kill you. It’s not such a big deal now he’s not in here narrating just hurry up and kiss me, O’Cronin.”

He huffs and strains against the leather straps around his arms again. They have more give now. He’s getting closer to breaking them but for now they’re holding firm.

I lean forward and kiss him, closing my eyes because I don’t want to see just how much he doesn’t want to do this. I’m trying to save his life but I still have limits to what I can take.

He stays completely still for a second but when I press up closer into his chest, he finally kisses me back, hesitant until my tongue sweeps over his and then he’s giving as good as he’s taking. I hook my arms around his neck and I try to lose myself in the kiss, to forget about the fact that we’re being forced into this by my best friend’s psychotic stalker and the fact that there’s a dead fucking body two feet away from us.

I don’t know a lot about Aodhan except that he loves Harley enough to come for me when I was taken. He killed every man in his family that had ever laid hands on the women so I guess that’s something else I know… something else that either makes this situation better or worse.

I’m fucking a man who won’t hurt me.

Or, I could be raping a decent man if he really doesn’t want to play along here.

Stop thinking the word rape, Beaumont, for fuck’s sake. Consequences are for later, right now you need him alive.

I very purposely roll my hips down onto him because while I’m a virgin I’m not completely clueless and I know that I can’t do this without his dick being onboard for the sex even if his mind isn’t into it.

He grunts into the kiss and then groans when I let myself get really into the kiss, moving my hips to ride the beginnings of the erection until his dick is pushing up into my pussy through the layers of clothing between us. That was easier than I thought it would be, thank God, and even when I shift off of his lap to strip off my yoga pants, I keep kissing him. It’s a little awkward but there’s something about his lips on mine that makes this all so much less scary.

I unzip his jeans and of course, of fucking course his dick is the biggest one I’ve ever seen in person. It’s thicker than my wrist and if I wasn’t already worried about how the hell I’m going to do this without crying I am now.

Instead of letting myself panic, I just turn my brain off and move on autopilot for a minute until I can lower my heart rate. I wrap my hand around the girth of him and stroke him for a few pumps until I’m sure he’s hard enough for me to do this. If anything, his dick gets even bigger and I try not to wince. Deep breath, I keep one hand on his dick and hold his shoulder with the other to keep myself steady. Then I raise my hips and lower myself slowly down until the head of his cock is parting my lips, pushing inside me just enough to feel the resistance there.

His eyes widen and he opens his mouth but there’s no freaking way I want the Jackal knowing I was a virgin, not with the obsession he had with Lips’ untouched state so I kiss him again, biting his lip as though he’d be able to understand what the hell I’m doing here but there’s no way he could.

He doesn’t know me well enough, he doesn’t really