Justus by Madison Stevens Page B

bowing her back slightly as he continued to thrust
deeply inside her.
    She gasped when his arm
wrapped around her waist, and he brought her back flush with his
front, his cock still slamming into her.
    The angle was different.
Deeper somehow. More intimate.
    Her insides fluttered.
    “Justus,” she hissed. “I
need…”
    Her words broke off as his
pace changed. Harder and faster. His hand slipped between their
legs.
    “I know what you need,” he
said in her ear. “Come, Paige. I want to feel you squeeze me as I
empty myself deep inside.”
    She shuddered hard, his words
just enough to push her over the edge.
    Paige cried out. Her hands
gripped his arms as the ripples of her orgasm passed over her.
Justus slammed hard into her and growled loudly as he pumped his
release deep inside.
    She leaned forward and rested
her head on the couch. Her breath came out in small pants.
    Justus slipped out of her,
and she sighed when his arms wrapped around her, lifting her into
the air.
    Paige wrapped an arm around
his neck and smiled.
    She could feel his chuckle
and opened one eye as he climbed the stairs.
    “What?” she asked.
    “Seems like if you’ve got
enough energy to be grinning, we still have business to attend
to.”
    Paige grinned coyly. “But I
was going to cook you dinner.”
    Justus looked down at her.
She could feel his hard cock growing against her and gasped. When
she looked up, his eyes were glowing as he spoke.
    “Fuck dinner.”
     

Chapter
Thirteen
     
     
    The next several days
were nothing but quiet and bliss. They were almost too quiet as
Justus was concerned. He doubted the fanatics would give up so
easily. Even if they were convinced he wasn’t in Paige’s house,
they still probably thought he was lurking around the area.
    He checked the perimeter he’d
set up. It wasn’t much with its improvised mix of cords, wind
chimes, cans, and metal, but they needed more warning if those
bastards came down that drive again. With his hybrid hearing, he
didn’t need anything fancy. He just needed noise.
    The most satisfying part of
this was how he’d set this up all underneath the noses of the two
fools John had watching them down the drive in their truck. He’d
crept along, using all his stealth training, to move what he needed
into place and set it up. They were arrogant and cocky, mistaking
getting a lucky shot in on a confused and starving hybrid with
dealing with one at top form.
    He knew how to take someone
out before they ever even saw it coming. However, he was never
taught how to protect someone while doing that. Protection wasn’t
really something the Horatius Group focused on in their training.
It was eat or be eaten.
    He shook his head as he
remembered the endless training sessions, and the many Glycons
they’d tossed his way. The poor souls were more crazed animals than
men. That was the Horatius Group’s grand future: bestial men all
but stripped of their souls, and their masters, men with
intelligence but no conscience.
    Paige popped into the kitchen
window and gave a little wave. He smiled warmly at her as she
continued her preparation for dinner. He liked that she enjoyed
cooking, even more so that he was the special person that got to
see this side of her. It meant so much, signaled so much.
    Justus frowned at the memory
of the men searching the house and their comments about Reverend
John and training her. He’d be damned if that psychotic bastard got
ahold of her. He was dangerous in a way maybe even the Horatius
Group wasn’t.
    Justus saw now John didn’t
just hate the hybrids. There was something more to it. Something
had twisted in his brain, or maybe he was always twisted. But it
was obvious that the man would do all sorts of evil to both humans
and hybrids. He claimed he was doing it for his religion, but
Justus suspected the man would have found whatever convenient
excuse he needed. Maybe he didn’t even believe in what he spouted
and said it only to convince his