Page 81 of Fear Me Not

Levi fucks my mouth, harder and faster. I feel him grow thicker and more solid between my lips, then the moment he’s about to come, he pulls out of my mouth and aims at my chest.

Streams of hot cum rain down over my breasts, and I hear Levi say, “Fuuuck.”

Still, I remain in my half sleeping state.

The men take their time cleaning me up. I’m aware of warm, wet cloths wiping my skin and being gently placed back into my sleepwear. Then they curl up on either side of me, their arms around me, their faces pressed close to the sides of my head or my bare shoulder.

And together, we drift off to sleep.

46

ASPEN

The days are getting longer.

It’s noticeable now, the stretches of sunlight and even a slight increase in temperature. It’s not enough to be able to risk a hike to the nearest town, if that’s what I wanted to do, but I can tell that day will be coming in weeks now, rather than months.

I’m with Blake and Dov. We’re sitting around the kitchen table, nursing mugs of coffee and sharing stories.

Levi bursts in through the kitchen door. He looks like he’s been outside, his nose and cheeks tipped with red, and he still has his jacket and boots on, but his face is a mask of fury.

“Come with me,” he demands.

“What’s going on?” I ask, confused.

“All of you. Come with me, now.”

We exchange glances, but Levi isn’t looking like he’s in the mood to argue with us, and it’s not like we’ve got anything else to do right now. Most of our time is just spent whiling the hours away.

We stop at the door to pull on boots and coats to protect us against the bitter cold outside. Levi seems to barely contain himself. He’s practically vibrating with rage and shifting from foot to foot, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

My stomach knots. What has happened?

“You want to give us some kind of warning about what’s going on?” Blake says.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

I watch Blake and Dov exchange another glance and wonder if either of them have any idea what’s happened. Levi doesn’t get angry very often—snarky and moody, yes, but rarely furious like this. The last time I saw him so mad was when he caught Blake going down on me, before I understood the full extent of my reason for being at Windridge Hall.

Leaving the property, we trail Levi to the outbuilding which he uses to hang game and store meat. I’m getting more confused with every second that passes. He opens the door, and we follow him inside.

My jaw drops. All of the hung meat has been torn down and split open and thrown all over the floor. Dirt seems to have been rubbed into it. Much seems to be missing, and what isn’t missing has been destroyed.

“Holy shit,” Blake says, turning a circle, his hand knotted in his long, thick hair.

Dov shakes his head. “What happened?”

Levi spins to face me. “Did you do this, Aspen?”

I stare at the ruined mess, his accusation shocking me. “No. Of course not. How could you ask me that?”

“Because you were in here the other week.”

I blink at him. “What? No, I wasn’t.”

“Don’t lie, Aspen. I saw you, and you saw me. You were helping yourself to the meat.”

My head is spinning. “I’m not lying. I have no reason to be in here when there’s food in the kitchen.” I throw out a hand, indicating the mess. “And even if I did come in here to get food, I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t destroy everything. What possible reason could I have?”