Текст книги "Fable of Happiness book three"

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He was like my own personal alert beacon—sensing my mood before even I did.

Voices tried to whisper through my thoughts but Fang’s intensity helped block them, keeping me present, fading my sudden panic.

I reached out and ruffled his head. “You’re a good boy. The best. So in-tune. So fucking perfect.”

He yipped, licked me, then collapsed back into a fur puddle again.

Without even knowing it, he’d just passed the ultimate test.

I didn’t even have to be asleep for him to protect Gem against me. He’d tapped into my psyche. He understood the baseline of my happiness and recognized the flush of panic through whatever sixth sense dogs possessed.

For the first time since meeting Gemma, I fully relaxed.

I let my mind go.

Truly, blissfully go.

I stopped censoring my thoughts and pre-empting whispers and memories.

I let myself be fully with her, every piece of me—the broken and the mended.

Tiredness slammed into me.

A lifetime of exhaustion—decades worth of living on the edge, twitching with wariness, and bracing against future pain—finally coming to terms that it was finally safe to rest.

Okay to surrender.

I was ready to let life happen instead of fighting it.

My body had been free for years.

But now...now my mind was too.

And it was all thanks to a dog who saw me.

A dog who would kill me if I ever laid a cruel finger on the girl I loved with all my glued-together, patched-up heart.

Turning Gemma until she faced away from me, I scooped her around the waist, pulled her into my body, and together...we fell into so much more than sleep.

We fell into our future.

A future we’d fought for, earned, and absolutely treasured.

A future of us.

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EPILOGUE ONE

“EH, KAS...WHAT ARE you doing?”

Kas smiled as he ripped his blue T-shirt over his head and slipped out of his jeans. His boxer briefs were next, yanked down his legs and thrown onto the grass. “Giving you a pretty big hint.”

“A hint for...”

“Oh, I don’t know, Gem. Whatever could it be?” He narrowed his eyes at his cock. “Let me know when you figure it out.”

I fought a laugh, my heart skipping a beat. “You’re naked...in our garden.”

“I’m glad you figured out that bit at least.” He splayed his legs, his erection heavy and hard. “Figured anything else out?”

“That you should probably put some clothes on while we’re outside?”

“No one can see us.” He licked his lips. “And the wildlife don’t care. They’re naked all the time.”

Fang barked, racing from the dense forest at the bottom of the garden, living his life with absolute joy. Running around Kas’s naked legs he threw himself into the long grass, disrupting a couple of butterflies, snapping at them as they fluttered around his fluffy head. His coat had grown back in, erasing any trauma from around his neck, and he positively glittered in the sunshine with good health.

Kas grinned at his dog.

The dog grinned at Kas.

I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming—the scene was just too perfect.

“Admit it.” Kas winked. “You’re aroused.”

I laughed. “Is it that obvious?”

I’m aroused by everything.

This house.

This life.

You.

“You’re flushed and your eyes haven’t risen above my waist.” He shifted his hips left and right, sending his cock swinging indecently. “You don’t have to just stare, you know. You can touch it.”

Oh, God.

My core clenched as my inhibitions faded, one shameless piece at a time.

I moved one step toward him.

His eyes flashed ebony. “That’s it. I won’t bite.” He bared his teeth. “Not as hard as Fang, anyway.”

My eyes traveled up from his cock, locking onto the healed puncture wounds on his arms. After Kas had chosen to sleep beside me, I’d been torn. A part of me was so glad he wanted to be close to me as much as I wanted to be close to him, but the other part of me was still wary.

I’d been strangled one too many times by him and I never wanted a repeat, but I also didn’t want him to be a pincushion for Fang’s teeth.

Turned out...my opinion hadn’t mattered.

Jareth wasn’t there to stop Kas from killing me, so Fang now had the honor. For the past six months, Kas hadn’t left my bed and he had the bite marks to prove it. His nightmares didn’t happen as often—most of them he just thrashed and mumbled, settling back into rest if I kept my distance and didn’t try to wake him. But those nights when his mind was working through a particularly bad memory...he’d sleep walk. Or at least, sleep attack.

I’d woken a few nights after that initial assurance that Fang would protect me with Kas snarling something sadistic in the dark. His eyes blank with horror. His body trembling with historical agony. I’d shot upright in bed and tried to run, but I’d been too slow.

His hands had reached for me. His fingers cruel and condemning, promising to bring me pain—to share the terror he was currently drowning in.

But that was as far as he got.

Fang immediately latched onto his forearm, his sharp white teeth vanishing into Kas’s arm without a second hesitation. He snarled and thrashed, attacking the very same man who’d saved him.

Kas’s eyes had flown wide, he’d yanked away from the dog, and comprehension shoved away his nightmare. Instead of shouting at Fang for making him bleed, he’d grabbed the dog in the biggest bear hug and laughed like a crazy person.

Tears had danced in his eyes as he kissed Fang on his snout, his head, his scruff. When he’d looked at me, the sheer relief and heart-clenching gratefulness on his face had undone me.

I’d burst into tears, crawling into his arms, sharing a three-way hug with my canine protector and the man who loved me but had just tried to hurt me.

We were a strange trio...but we worked.

Fang would continue to defend me in the night, but by day, he was the sweetest, kindest dog imaginable. He’d starred many times on my video channel but had permanent airtime on Kas’s.

We both couldn’t imagine our life without him.

“Come another few steps, Gem. You’re not nearly close enough.”

I stayed where I was, grinning. “I’m debating if I should wrap that picnic blanket around you before the neighbors see.”

“We don’t have neighbors. Or at least, not close ones anymore.”

“They’re still only a few acres away.”

“And we’re surrounded by trees that block every view of this place. That’s why we bought it. It’s our own private sanctuary without having to live deep in the national park...remember?”

I grew wet as Kas stepped toward me. “Remember what we did those few days camping when we went to get your Jeep?”

Did I remember?

Holy shit, I would never forget that weekend. Kas and I had traveled back to where it all began, hauling a spare battery, a newly minted car key, and a small backpack with snacks. We’d planned on staying the night in my Jeep before driving home the next day. However, we’d gotten...distracted.

I’d gone for a quick climb, still trying to find the boulder that didn’t seem to exist, only for Kas to strip me slowly afterward, guide me down to his river where we swam in the sun and padded naked with our hands linked to gaze upon the ruins of Fables.

Only the foundations remained, the walls, roof, and ivy were gone, the ritz and sinful glamour burned to dust.

We’d stood side by side, silent and deep in our own thoughts, for a very long time. We paid tribute to the kids who’d lost their innocence and their happiness. We cursed the monsters who had ruled this realm.

And, once the memories in Kas’s eyes had faded, we’d turned to each other with the same victorious drive to consummate our love, right on the ashes of a place where so much darkness had existed.

We’d had no shame as we let loose and forgot we were human. We thrust, we bit, we licked, we fucked, showing the ghosts of rapists and sick-sadists that we were free and they were not. We were happy, and they were dead.

Kas had won despite all their tricks and torment.

We hadn’t stopped at just one release.

Our hunger for each other had exploded, ensuring we came like animals, screaming into the sky, moaning into the earth, letting ourselves feel the true extent of everything that we’d overcome.

We’d slept beneath the stars that night and gone for a walk within the cave, and then we’d done it all over again, making love to each other, crudely and rudely, shedding every last hold that Storymaker and his horrible book of fables had over us.

We’d returned to my little house with cuts from twigs and leaves in our hair, as wild as when we first left the valley. And not only had we brought back fond memories instead of nightmares, we’d also returned with my Jeep. The very same Jeep that Kas had stolen from me—commanding me to give him driving lessons and deciding he suited the bashed up 4WD far better than the black car I’d replaced it with.

So many milestones.

So many incredible moments of buying this house together, Kas’s phenomenal success with his own YouTube channel—SOM—Survivors of Monsters—and the unbelievable next chapter that we were about to embark on. His online following had doubled mine. He’d been named one the most influential healers for victims of trafficking, abuse, and unlawful imprisonment. He gave his time selflessly to the parents who found their children after a lifetime of misery and gave everything he had to those survivors who reached out to him.

Those with trauma gravitated toward him, knowing he’d been there, he’d felt it, lived it, overcome it. His own story helped theirs, and Tony had done exactly what he said he would the night of the gala. He opened a charity in Kas’s name and helped with the colossal donations that poured in, ensuring every penny was spent on the healing and happiness of those who needed it.

That was our next venture.

It was why we’d bought this giant house that looked eerily close to Fables without the evil dripping off its walls. There was a smaller groundkeeper’s cottage that Kas and I had claimed as our own, tucked in the dense forest that needed some trimming, with a small brook babbling beneath the kitchen window.

We’d moved in two weeks ago.

Tradesmen were arriving next Monday to start the conversion of the elderly mansion from cobwebbed deceased estate into a safe halfway home for those kids who had no family to return to.

The ones like Kas who were nameless with no memory or past.

They would be found, they would stay here, and then...when they were ready, we would do whatever they needed to find their own happiness.

My heart pinched a little, thinking of Quell.

It’d been six months, but she still hadn’t visited Kas. I knew that was the only shadow in his otherwise sunshine-filled world. Tony kept in regular contact, and through him, we knew she was healing slowly. Kas had sent her a letter, saying he was there for her when she was ready. That he understood she needed time. That he represented the past, instead of the future, and if she never felt ready to see him, that he loved her regardless.

I rubbed at my chest.

God, what had I done to deserve this wonderful man?

This kindhearted, incredibly loving man who retained such goodness even after so much wrong?

I closed the distance between us, the sun blinding me as I looked up and caught his stunning dark stare. I had so much to be grateful for, so much that made me happy, but it all paled in comparison to Kas standing so powerful and brave, his bare feet cushioned by thick grass, wildflowers around his ankles, willows dancing in a midsummer’s breeze, and only the sounds of birds and insects surrounding us.

I no longer cared that anyone might see.

This was our home now.

This was where we were free.

This was where we could love, laugh, and live life to its absolute fullest.

His body heat burned me as I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock.

His nostrils flared as he sucked in a hiss, his back bowing and pressing more of his erection into my palm. “Fuck...” He licked his lips, his eyes fluttering closed. “Told you, you could touch it.”

I laughed under my breath, rising on my tiptoes to kiss him.

His arms snapped around me, pinning my hand between us, his cock pulsing in my fingers. His tongue dove past my lips, seeking mine.

I licked him back, giving myself over to the spell he cast.

Fang barked once, his wet nose snuffling my free hand. His way of checking that I was okay with this. That he didn’t have to protect me even though Kas growled like a beast.

I stroked Fang’s head, mumbling through our kiss. “Good boy. Lie down.”

Fang immediately flopped back onto his belly, soaking up the sun and letting us do whatever the hell we wanted.

And God, I wanted.

While kissing me, Kas stripped me.

His hands pulled off my white T-shirt and pink exercise bra, dropping his touch to my leggings. I kicked off my shoes and toed off my socks as he relieved me of my leggings and panties.

The sun was warm on my bare skin as he guided me down to the picnic blanket. I gladly let him control me, settling onto my back as he removed my hand from around his cock and slid his way down my body.

Settling himself between my spread legs, he smiled. “There’s something I want to do, Gem. Something that I’ve wanted to do for a while now but didn’t quite have the courage.”

I arched up on my elbows, staring down at his handsome face, hovering above my pussy. “Do what?”

“You’ll see.” He licked his lips. “For now, I’m going to make you shatter.” His head bowed, his mouth locking onto my clit.

“Holy God—” I collapsed backward, my spine arching as his tongue found my entrance and dove deep. There was no denying Kas’s talent when it came to sex. He seemed to know exactly how I needed it—hard, soft, fast, slow.

Today, he read my body and delivered everything I wanted.

I wanted it rough.

I wanted it wild.

I wanted to be eaten alive by the very beast I’d rescued.

His teeth caught my clit as two of his fingers sank inside me.

He breathed me in all while he thrust his fingers deep, curling them to rub against that perfect spot within me. His tongue lavished pleasurable pain on my clit, pushing me up the mountain, not letting me breathe.

I grabbed handfuls of his longish hair as he drove a third finger inside me, stretching me wide, giving me nowhere to hide. “Yes,” I hissed, rocking my hips into his face.

“Come, Gem.” He licked me, thrust into me. “Come all over my fingers.”

My belly coiled. My womb throbbed. Bliss tingled down my legs until my toes curled.

His nose nuzzled into me as he bit my clit again, his fingers feathering and pulsing.

I never took long when he was this determined.

I didn’t stand a chance if he’d decided I’d come within moments of him touching me.

“You’re mine.” He kissed my clit before biting me with barely controlled violence. “All mine. Forever.”

“Yes.” I writhed as his fingers continued to drive me mad.

“Say you love me.”

“I love you.”

“Say you love my tongue deep in your pussy.”

“I love your tongue.”

“My tongue where, Gem?” He licked me hard and long, pushing me closer to the edge. “Where is my tongue? Where does it belong?”

I blushed but moaned, “In my pussy. Your tongue belongs inside me.”

“Damn fucking right it does.” He drove it inside me, his fingers moving until I no longer knew what part of him was where.

“You need to come for me, Gem. I’m too close myself.” He buried his nose in my trimmed pubic hair. “Your smell...your taste. It’s making me crazy.”

I tugged his hair in reflex as he unleashed whatever magic he wielded.

I jerked and cried out as the pleasure became too intense. His tongue shoved me headfirst into annihilation, all while his fingers ensured I shattered at his command.

With a harsh bite and loving lick, he pushed me off the cliff, growling under his breath as I moaned and let go.

“Fuck, Gem. God, I want you.”

I rode through the clenching, wonderful waves of an orgasm, my legs tensing around his head as he didn’t stop. He kept dragging out my release, violent and victorious, his own sounds of desire threading with mine.

The final band of my climax faded, and my legs flopped wide. He withdrew his fingers and licked me slowly, making me shudder for more.

Rising up to his knees, he sat between my spread legs, his cock spearing into the sunshine. It took a moment for my eyes to focus from the mind-shattering release he’d given me. I waited for him to mount me, fill me deep, and ride me.

But he didn’t move.

My heart hiccupped with worry as I studied his face. “Kas...what’s wrong?”

He shook his head, his jaw clenching. “Nothing. You’re just so perfect. So goddamn beautiful.”

I stretched on the blanket, pushing my breasts up, letting him look his fill. “Do whatever you want to me.” I smiled coyly. “You deserve it after that orgasm.”

His eyes glittered. “Anything?”

I nodded. “Anything.”

“I can’t promise I’ll be able to finish.” He threw a glance at Fang snoozing beside us. “If anything goes wrong...he should stop me.”

I frowned. “Goes wrong?” I tried to sit up, but Kas planted a hand on my belly, keeping me down. “What’s going to go wrong?”

“Nothing if I can help it.” With steel in his stare and determination on his gorgeous, scruff-covered face, he wrapped his right hand around his cock. Over the past six months, he’d touched himself while we had sex. He no longer needed me to angle his length to my entrance and had no issue with stroking himself a few times while watching me strip.

However...he hadn’t made himself come.

I’d never caught him masturbating.

Never been brave enough to initiate a mutual self-pleasuring evening just in case his mind wasn’t at that stage yet.

Is that what he’s doing?

Inhaling hard, he murmured, “It’s no secret that this”—he jerked his cock with a wry smile—“has always been and probably always will be my biggest trigger.”

I never took my eyes off him. “Kas...you don’t have to. Not yet. If you’re worried about what might happen, then wait. We have all the time in the world.”

He shook his head, his thumb smearing pre-cum from his crown. “If I can’t do this before our house is open to ex-slaves like me, then I’m a fraud, Gem.”

I scoffed. “You could never be a fraud. Look how many people you’ve helped already. Look at the response you’ve had from your channel and—”

“I try to be as truthful as I can. People know I still have nightmares. That my concussion still hasn’t fully healed and that there will be parts of my body that will always associate with things I don’t want to remember. But...I lie by omission. I make people think it’s possible to claim your body back after it’s belonged to so many people. I hide the fact that I haven’t taken that final leap myself yet. That my cock still belongs to Storymaker and all the shit still residing in my head.”

I tried to sit up again, only for him to push me down. “That’s not lying, Kas. That’s just life. You’ve overcome so much in such a short amount of time. I was prepared for this to take years. I know Fang was the turning point for you. Your inherent need to help others has also given you avenues in which to heal. But this...touching yourself? Making yourself come...I know it’s hard. It might never be easy—”

“And that’s why I have to try.”

I held his stare, not knowing what to say.

His hand worked harder, his fist tight and punishing around his cock. His eyes darkened in pain, his teeth locking together.

Fang raised his head, studying Kas as if he sensed that he was borderline, smelling whatever emotions he gave off whenever he strayed too close to a trigger.

“Good boy,” I whispered, not wanting Fang to interfere and definitely not wanting Kas to end up with another bite. “It’s okay.”

Fang glanced at me with a worried whine but stayed where he was.

“I need to try, Gem.” Kas shuddered as his fist worked harder, faster. “I want to try. I want to be completely myself. I want to touch myself without a second thought. I want to play with it.” He laughed awkwardly, his attempt at a joke falling a little flat. “I never got to play with my own cock...I think I deserve that. Don’t you?”

Tears burned in my eyes as I nodded and lay back down. “Yes. You deserve that. You deserve so many things.” My hands went to my breasts. Pushing them together, I pinched my nipples and gave him a show.

He sucked in a harsh breath, his eyes locking onto my display. “I’ll come in a second if you keep doing that.”

“That’s the plan.” I rolled my nipples, making them pebble. “Come, Kas. Don’t think. Just feel. Watch me. See me. Only me. I want you to mark me. Right here.” I drew an X between my breasts. “Come on me and see for yourself that your body belongs to you, just like I belong to you.”

His head bowed as the muscles in his arm bunched. His hand went from stroking jerkily to pumping up and down. His balls drew up tight as he swayed on his knees. His eyes closed only to fly open again.

Fang reacted, whining but staying where he was.

Sweat broke out over Kas’s chest, glittering in the sunlight.

“Fuck.” His voice was thick and smoky, his gaze swirling with darkness. His hand stopped moving as he sucked in lungfuls of air. He punched the ground with his free hand, making Fang leap to his feet. “Fuck!”

I didn’t speak. I just kept fondling my breasts, drawing his attention back to me. That knowing entity inside me—that’d guided me so many times when dealing with Kas’s recovery—whispered how I could help.

He was losing.

Listening to the past that still had its hooks inside him.

But they couldn’t have him anymore.

He was mine, and I could gift him this.

I could help smash apart that final lock that kept him trapped, all by keeping him with me instead of letting ghosts claw him back.

Fang patrolled around us as Kas shuddered and heaved a haggard breath. “It’s...I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you if I snap—”

“I’m wet, Kas.”

His head wrenched up, his breathing quickening. His eyes traveled between my legs as I spread them wider than I ever had, letting him see every single inch. “You’re wet because I had my tongue on you.”

“I’m wet from watching you masturbate.”

He flinched as if the word drew blood inside him. A common word that lashed and hurt.

Fang nuzzled Kas’s elbow, licking at the sweat covering him.

Kas didn’t even notice, his attention skidding between me and whatever he saw in his mind. Whatever whispers he heard. Whatever pain he relived.

“Stay with me, Kassen,” I moaned, pushing my breasts up, squeezing them until flesh spilled over my fingers. “Touch yourself again. Stroke yourself. I’ll stay with you. Listen to my voice. Only hear me.”

A torturous groan spilled from his lips as his hand once again squeezed his erection. A flutter built in my belly watching such a powerful man self-pleasure.

My right hand slinked down my body as I stroked my clit. I rubbed the wetness there, thanks to my release and his tongue. I welcomed fresh pleasure to build. “I’m going to come with you.” My voice turned breathy. “Just watching you touch yourself. God, Kas. You have no idea what that does to me.”

My back arched as I inserted another finger, being more brazen than I had in my entire life. “Your cock looks so good in your fist. It belongs there. It’s yours to jerk, pump, and stroke.”

“Jesus Christ, Gemma.”

Fang sat back down, his wariness fading a little as Kas returned to me.

His eyes went dark with lust instead of dark with history, his attention locking onto my fingers in my pussy.

“Keep talking to me.” His hand pumped up and down, his hips rocking into his fist. Don’t stop talking to me.”

“Come with me then. Feel that bliss, that need. Imagine yourself sinking inside me. How wet I am. How hot I am whenever you fill me.”

“God.” He worked himself harder, pain etching his face as more sweat sprang over his chest.

“That cock is yours, Kas. No one else’s. Yours to play with. Yours to use on me however you please.”

He groaned, his pace turning manic.

“Yours to squeeze, to spank, and stroke.” A band of my own release built. “I want to watch you come in the shower. I want you to come all over my breasts. I want you to masturbate whenever you damn well want.” I licked my lips, getting into dirty-talking a bit too much. “I’ll be constantly wet, never knowing if you’re self-pleasuring. I’ll picture you coming all over your fist, jerking like an animal, using yourself while you think of how much I want you. How much I love it when you sink inside me, fill me up, and come so deep inside me.”

His groan turned guttural, his entire body stiffening.

I gasped as my fingers stroked harder, matching his speed. I teased with the pinnacle. I could fall. I could come. I just needed him there with me.

“You’ve made me so needy, Kas. Just watching you kneel there, pleasuring yourself. I don’t think I can wait. I need...I need—” I groaned as my release shot past my control, making my legs snap closed and a heady breath shudder through me. “Oh, God.”

“Fucking hell.” He throttled himself. He sweated and cursed and rode his hand. His entire body looked as if he’d run a race, fought a war, and wanted to curl up in the corner in despair.

But he didn’t stop.

He watched me come.

He fought with that final barrier that caused him so much grief.

Fang barked.

Kas cried out.

And a hot splash of white landed on my chest.

Ribbons of it lashed through the air as Kas claimed back the last piece of himself and came by his own hand. Wetness glistened in his tormented eyes as he half-laughed, half-growled, marking me with every pulse of his orgasm.

Streams of it.

All landing on my skin, a declaration to both of us that he’d won.

The second his body jerked the last time and the cum on my chest cooled, he ripped his hand away from his cock then toppled onto the blanket. Splaying on his back, he panted as if he’d run around our new huge house a thousand times.

Curling up against his side, I laid my head on his sweaty chest. The pounding of his heart thudded against my ear, manic and miserable but also freer than it’d ever been.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “Thank you for everything.”

I kissed above his heart. “Always.”

He let out a ragged sigh, his heart rate slowing. “I should clean you up.”

“Let’s just pause here for a moment. I don’t mind being marked by you.”

He sighed again, whispering. “Love you, Gem.”

I smiled and nuzzled closer. “Same.”

I didn’t know how long we lay there, sticky with shared pleasure, naked, and uncaring. I was happy to never move again.

Kas cuddled me close as the sunshine kept us warm. Fang curled up against Kas’s other side, and a heavy, blanketing calmness filled our wild, private garden.

Bumblebees buzzed.

Happy birds chirped.

And a peace that didn’t just come from shared orgasms but from somewhere deep within our souls settled over us.

A peace that spoke of a new beginning.

A peace that would carry us into a happily ever after.

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