All Chapters of Cats and Kings (Mafia Reverse Harem) Nyx 1: The Curse : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 1:41 So Long Rogerson - Rourke Saints, Grimm’s tongue is huge. Even though he lets my shaft drop, and I feel the breeze of the room, ten degrees difference to his smoldering cavern, and the thing that puts Gene Simmons to shame curls and pulls it right back in…..My head goes back in the belly clenching groan when Grimm not only has me at bottom, but makes my rock-hard nuts bounce again with added slides of his tongue on them.It’s a challenge, a test to see how much he can get away with. He’s learning my limits. Paying too close attention, looking for the same tics I do when I’m feeling someone out.I don’t know what is harsh to him, and hell if I wouldn’t pay knowing exactly what he charges for the experience when he satisfies that curiosity.Sucking my nuts into his mouth with my shaft and pressing my hips to fuck his face to my heart’s content for a solid minute without a single breath. I return my fingers to his neck to gauge when he needs a break.I pull back, pack it do

The shatter of glass joins with the flat lining ping of a flash bomb, zinging through my senses, and I guess the soldier in me isn't dead. With a flapping rocket launcher whirring through the glass and detonating behind a half brick wall planter, I must have found the right channel. I drop the table to the ground, which rouses the formerly passed out Jonathan. Tucking George close to my body with the initial wave of automatic bullets. Something the staff is surprised by, if the screams mixed with the shocked horror of their dead faces strewn across the polished white floors is any indication. I protect my head and ears as best I can, forcing George to do the same until there is a break in the blasts. Everyone has to reload eventually, and it’s rare that teams are trained enough or equipped enough to work in waves. Part of me knows that we are in a café.A very high-end café on the North side of Central. Still, when something or other is hit, and fire leaps to life in the far corner

I can’t say how long I’ve been in the darkness, I just know that it feels like I’ve rolled in a nettle patch when I come to. Everything burns, stings, and aches. If it hurts, I’m not dead, even if every injury is surrounded by fuzzy cotton.The hisses and beeps of a hospital send an instant jolt through my system. With the skate of my heart, the instant impulse to run or fly or anything that gets me away from the machines, the bed, the smell of........Sage.“I have you Nyxie,” Nicky’s voice, his smell, settles over the panic. Landing on my cascading fear like a weighted blanket.It’s then I feel his arms, the movement of his chest guiding mine. “You’re home. You’re safe.” Each sentence bashes against the monster of my fear, until it dissipates.I breathe in the scents of peace, relaxing into the embrace of Nicky holding me. His herbal scent warding away all my demons. “Tio?” I below the untranslatable question. At least one that would stump anyone else but him. Nicky knows me well e

After about three days, Nicky relents to cutting me off from the anti-psychotics. Dr. Cross is more than aware that I'm not taking the sleeping pills any more than the mood stabilizers that might as well be elephant tranq darts.I don't like how they make me feel. I would say I don't like how they make me think, if I had the ability to process more than two plus two equals four while on them. I won't say that I didn't consider meds with how weird my life was getting, but a bit of anxiety is worth the ability to feel the wind, and appreciate rather than blur the world around me.The sleeping pills may have stopped the night terrors, but even without the other suppressors those little white dots made it impossible to function the following day. I was sleeping between twelve and fourteen hours rather than the usual four or five I needed every night.Those things make me just as tired as the rest and are just making my icky stomach even more unbearable. I have a sprained ankle, burns on

Well, apparently the red tags aren’t a bluff this time. With bulldozers parked along with the demolition, notices hanging all over our walls, I call the person I meant to on arriving instead of the man who has a tendency to make things worse, unwittingly. Ryan. She was already there clearing out everything that was left. Catching me up on everything that happened after I left. Turns out Lucy and Shannon had moved in with George. Starting a real relationship with her, while Ryan was just staying at George’s new town house until she could find another place for her and RJ. “You okay with all that?” Ryan asks as we pack up the bathroom. “Yeah,” I lick my lips, finding that I really am. Even if Ryan’s straight, she respects the fact that I’m bi and people like who they like. Is even nice enough and comfortable being close to me unlike a lot of other girls who know the truth about me. And just for old time’s sake, she helps me do my hair and make up before we go to George’s. I’m sur