Someone softly jostling her shoulder woke Barrett up. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was still in the passenger's seat of the car, only the seat was reclined back as far as it could almost squishing Kendall it looked like. He however, didn't seem to notice. He was asleep as well in the same position Ki was, with his head fallen back and mouth opened. Ki was still asleep also but his head was against the window. She smiled when she saw the two boys holding hands.
"Are you ready to go inside?" Maverick asked as he reached across her to undo her seatbelt. Shaking her head Barrett climbed out of the vehicle and clutched tightly onto his hand. Someone from the security team had managed to wake up Kendall and Ki because she heard them climb out of the car behind her.
Someone whistled as well.
"This is not what I expected."
The house was very large, open and exposed. It sat in the middle of a couple hundred acres with no neighbors in sight. The walls of the house were nearly all windows, it was dark outside and there were no lights on but Barrett assumed during the daytime you could see straight through the house.
"I think it's beautiful," She murmured. Barrett released Maverick's hand and began walking towards the front door. It was a large orange door with brown trim and seemed to be the only part of the house that wasn't exposed. Turning the knob, she pushed the door open and gasped.
The living room was decorated in warm oranges, browns and tans with cream colored furniture. The ceiling was nearly twenty feet tall with exposed beams and the walls were all windows. In the center of the room was a large fireplace with a brown fur rug placed directly in front of it. There was a massive television on top of the mantle. The fireplace was lit and the room felt incredible as she stepped inside forgetting the brisk winter air behind her.
"Incredible, isn't it?" Maverick asked as he snuck up behind her. His hands wrapped around her waist as she leaned back into his touch. She spun around and wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling.
"Did you put the television in here for Ki and Kendall?" Barrett asked with a smirk. Maverick rolled his eyes and grunted. I'll take that as a yes.
"Actually, it was my idea hen." Barretts widened eyes met Mavericks and her back stiffened at the sound of the familiar thick Irish brogue. Turning around quickly she gasped.
"Morgan?"
Releasing her grasp from Maverick she ran towards the man standing in the middle of the living and jumped into his arms. He dropped whatever was in his hands and caught her. The forgotten item fell to the floor with a soft thud. She wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face in his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. Barrett's hands crept to the back of his head and she began tugging on his hair, ensuring that he was really there.
You're here. You're really here.
Aye, I am.
She pulled her head back and looked at the Irishman. His coal black hair was a bit longer but still curly and unruly as ever. He had grown a small amount of stubble since she had last seen him. It would've happened eventually, he always complained about how much he hated shaving. Her eyes finally sailed up to meet his and she sighed. Those deep green eyes, almost as dark as a pine tree still made her quiver at the sight.
He set her back down on the ground and brought his hand up to her cheek. "I'm really here," he whispered before tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Slowly, he brought his lips down onto hers. Barrett melted right there, relishing in his touch that she had been longing for for nearly a year. She grabbed his head in between her hands and pulled him closer, as if their bodies weren't already close enough. One of his hands gripped the back of her shirt tugging her towards him as well. They stayed like that for a while, leaving reality behind to focus on one another and the kiss they were sharing. It had been so long she had seen him, for a while she thought she would never see him again.
When it came time to breath, she pulled away from him slowly, allowing him to continue to kiss her on her face. Placing one last kiss on her nose, he opened his eyes again to see her.
"It's as if I'm seeing you for the first time," He smiled pressing his forehead against hers.
"I've missed you. So much Morgan." The name felt foreign, she hadn't said his name in so long. She stopped speaking about him because every time she said or heard his name it just felt like her heart was going to break all over again. "I love you."
He grinned down at her bringing her back into his arms. "I love you too."
"Did you know about this Rik?" Ki asked as the five of them all sat around the breakfast nook in the kitchen. It was dark outside now and the snow had started to fall again. Maverick shook his head, as he continued to eat his food in silence. Barrett was sitting between Maverick and Morgan, smiling uncontrollably every time she glanced over at Morgan.
"Aye, he did. He was the first person I contacted once I was able to leave," Morgan admitted. Maverick nodded his head again in acknowledgment.
"Well why didn't you tell any of us?" Kendall questioned.
Morgan raised an eyebrow, "Do either of you know how to keep a secret from her?"
They both laughed loudly. "No, we don't. I guess it was good that you didn't tell either of us. We probably would have ruined it for her."
"Is that the real reason we came here?" Barrett blurted looking at Maverick. "Were we not in danger at the old house?"
He placed his fork down on his plate causing a loud clattering sound to resonate throughout the room. "No this isn't the real reason. We were still in danger of being exposed there. Just as we are still in danger of whatever keeps trying to come after us now. I was going to keep us there for as long as we could. When Morgan called to say he was ready I knew that was our opportunity to leave and start over. It was our chance to be better protected. Morgan found this place, he purchased it and redid a few things to make sure it was stable and secure enough for us."
"You remodeled this place?" Ki blurted dumbfoundedly.
"Aye Kian. Did you think I was only good at drinking whiskey?" Barrett watched as Ki reflectively flinched at the use of his full name.
"Don't call me that," He murmured.
Morgan grunted. "And why's that? I always call you Kian. That's your name, isn't it?"
"Morgan," Barrett warned, sensing a confrontation.
"Yes, it is. But I hate that name. It reminds me of darker time."
"You've got to learn to live with your demons' mate. Hiding them in the closet only allows them to grow." Morgan gave him one more quick glance before rising from the settee and gathering all of the empty plates. Barrett stood up to help him but he shook his head. "You should go speak with Maverick for a moment hen, I've got this."
She looked at him with a puzzled expression. Maverick was no longer at the table but outside on the back porch. His shoulders were hunched over and his back was tense. Nodding her head, she shrugged her coat on and followed him outside. Maverick heard her come outside but didn't turn to her. He felt her come up from behind him and wrap her petite frame around his body. They stayed like that for a moment, watching the large snowflakes fall.
"No matter what you think, or feel or see you'll always be my first love."
Sighing, he turned around to face her. She was looking up at him, her eyes filled to the brim with tears. He felt his breath hitch and brushed the free-falling tears from her cheeks as he placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
"I know." A small amount of softness was present in his eyes.
"I want to thank you, for bringing him back to me. I know it's been a hard year, and I haven't been myself with you all lately but I appreciate this. I feel whole again." Barrett admitted.
His hand rested on her cheek. "I'm sorry I kept this as a secret from you."
She smirked. "This is the only time keeping a secret from me is okay."
Maverick looked at her again with admiration.
"You're my alpha and I will always pick you over everyone. I love you so much, you're needs come first and I hope you still know that."
He brought her hand up to his face and held it there with his own. "My solemn vow in life is to protect you and keep you safe."
She copied his response from earlier with a wicked grin, "I know."
Later that night she fell asleep in Morgan's strong arms only to wake up to the absence of Maverick hours later. Slowly, she sat up, hoping she wouldn't wake any of the others. Kendall was asleep at the end of the bed with his feet by Ki's face and his hand touching the floor. Kian was on his back, sprawled out with the sheets tangled around his legs. Morgan slept on his side with his arm beneath the pillow Barrett's head had just been on.
Reaching out she touched the spot that Maverick was laying on. It was cold to the touch, clearly, he had gotten up a while ago. Quietly leaving the room Barrett shut the bedroom door behind her and went in search of her sleepless alpha.
After searching nearly every room in the house she found him in the living room seated at the grand piano. He kept running his fingers back and forth against the keys, pressing one every now and then to make a quiet song. She snuck down the stairs and into the living room making her way over to him. She placed her hand on his bare shoulder and rubbed gently, smiling when his head fell back just a bit. She brought her lips to the back of his neck and kissed softly.
"You should be sleeping love."
Mmm, so should you.
His hand reached back and grasped her wrist, pulling her around so that she was pinned between him and the piano. The keys made a loud noise as he sat her on top of them. Maverick's mouth crashed down onto her and she moaned as he began threading his fingers through her hair. They each fought for dominance during the kiss, their teeth were clashing and their lips were swollen from the small love bites here and there.
It was all beginning to become too much. The tension that had been manifesting between her and Maverick the past two days needed to be settled. She didn't think she would be able to handle it much longer. Bravely, Barrett gripped his broad shoulders and pushed his face away from hers. He looked at her with confusion plastered on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were wide. Then his eyebrows furrowed more, forcing the v between them to become more prominent. He was trying hard to scrutinize the situation at hand.
She turned him around so that he was now pinned between her and the piano and quickly placed her lips on his neck. Kissing the large vein that was throbbing. She felt him tense beneath her as if he finally realized what she was about to do. His arms gripped the waist of her nighty and began inching it was until his rough and calloused fingers were nestled onto her hips. Inhaling his scent, she opened her mouth and bit down, gently at first and then harder so she could break the skin on the surface quicker. Once her tongue reached his taste she moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her hands threading tightly into his hair.
Maverick groaned beneath her, squeezing her hips tightly, undoubtedly leaving finger pad sized bruises that would be present the next day. It had been almost a year since she had fed from any of them. When Morgan left, she had gone into a depressed stupor, refusing to feed from any of her familiars until they were all together again. Her telling Maverick she felt incomplete was an understatement. Inevitably, she had been lost. And all the efforts that Maverick and the others put in trying to help her didn't seem to work.
She was grateful for them though, they had been trying so hard to help her, doing everything they could think of and more. Maverick knew her feeding from only animals was what was preventing her power from manifesting. She wouldn't be able to ascend just on the blood of animals. She needed to feed on her familiars if she wanted to experience her powers. There was no other way for her to be able to control them. He would guide her though, with the others by his side helping her she would soon learn how to control her powers. If the prophecies were right, she would be one of the strongest of their kind.
Barrett. He was unable to speak. His mind was so cluttered and his body so distracted the only think he could do was think her name. She pulled her mouth away from his neck, licking her lips. The look in her eyes and blood dripping down the side of her mouth was too much. He picked her up and threw her on the couch, covering her body with his. His mouth fell to her neck and he began kissing her, trailing them down her collarbone and between the valley of her breasts. He grabbed the front of her nighty between his hands and ripped it down the middle, pushing the fabric to the side. She gasped as the cold night air brushed against her body. His mouth fell to one of her nipples and she moaned loudly "Maverick."
He released her and smirked, silently shushing her before returning to the assault he was doing to her body. She writhed beneath him, wanting and craving more. More, please Maverick. I need more. His mouth traveled back up, stopping just at the divot between her collar bone and neck. And then he bit down. Her mouth opened to gasp but the sound was inaudible. Her nails dug into the back of his shoulders and she racked them down. His hissed around her neck at the sudden pain then groaned as he sucked harder. The pain had subsided into pleasure. His hands crept down to her breasts and squeezed roughly which made her moan louder.
"God Maverick, the things you do to me." She moaned again, this time not being silent. He smirked, continuing to suck. If you want to be loud, we can be loud love. He pulled his mouth from her neck and moved to her lips. His tongue battling her own. Their tastes began mixing with one another. The throbbing between her legs couldn't stop. As he continued to kiss her, she gripped his shorts and pushed them down as far as she could, hooking her feet around the waist band to push them down the rest of the way. She felt his hands quickly discard her underwear, throwing them across the room. Barrett dragged the now destroyed nighty off her shoulders and threw it behind her head.
Maverick gripped her waist, placing one arm securely around her lower back, bringing her body as close to his as he could before he slid inside of her. She released his lips and her head fell back against the couch, her moan sounded almost like a scream this time. He began to move, burying his face in the crook of her neck as she continued to make pleasant noises in his ear.
"Faster," She demanded as she began to meet his never-ending thrusts. His grip on her waist tightened and he moved faster, pumping into her harder then he ever had before. It had been months since they had been intimate just the two of them. He was never able to fully have her to himself and now he didn't think he would ever be able to share again. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when Barrett wrapped her legs around his waist.
He rose up onto his forearms, leaning over Barrett so he could whisper in her ear. "You're mine," he said before maneuvering his mouth back onto hers. She kissed him back, grasping at him, wanting him even closer.
"I'm yours," She panted against his mouth.
"Say it," He demanded kissing her mouth roughly.
"I'm yours Maverick."
He grunted angrily, "Say it again!" She opened her eyes and looked at him, "I'm yours."
"Tell me you'll never leave me."
"I'll never leave you, I promise."
Biting her bottom lip, she threw her head back and arched her back finding her own release, drawing his out with her moments after. Maverick fell, lying down on top of her, his head buried between her breasts. She felt him turn his head to the side, his beard softly rubbing against her skin. Without moving he gripped the blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over the both of them as her fingers found their way to his hair. They laid there for a moment in silence.
"You know, I'm going to lose my hair one day by how much you tug on it."
Barrett giggled beneath him. "You have enough of it I think you'll be fine."
He moved so he could face her. "Oh, is that so?" Maverick gently tugged a piece of her hair before furrowing his eyebrows.
"What?" She asked moving so she could see what he was starring at. Next to her on the couch was a large dark spot smeared with blood. She began giggling uncontrollably.
He rolled his eyes, "So much for this couch."
"I'm not sure why Morgan thought a white couch was a good idea for us. With the way Ki and Kendall eat it was bound to have stains eventually." They laid there for another moment longer, holding one another before deciding going back upstairs to sleep would be a better idea.
Pulling one of Maverick's white t shirts on over her head she laid back down in bed, curling against his side. She felt Morgan move now spooning her body. She smiled softly as she laid her head down on Maverick's chest and fell asleep.