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The combined grunt/moan informs me that Ezra obeyed my crooning manipulation,
and I preen under the control it offers me. Ezra is stronger than me, as is Katya. This is why I love the control I hold over our master. Marc’s attraction to me is a high I can get nowhere else. The fact that Ezra and Katya are letting me control them is a huge turn-on. I understand Marc’s obsession to get someone to willing submit- it’s a heady sensation.

Ezra slow
ly rolls his hips into Katya as she quietly moans. The loudest noise in the room is my breath sawing in and out of my mouth and nose. I feel crazed with need and I have no idea where it will take me. I know that I want- wanting
what
is the question.

I
smooth my hand down Ezra’s thigh, and raise it up until Ez places his foot on the mattress. I do the same with Kat so that I have some room to play. I bite Ez’s ass again and he cries out my name. I scoot down the bed until my head is between their mingled thighs. I lick where they are connected, tongue stroking the hard length slickly sliding into the hot pussy. I groan at their combined tastes- sweet and musky.

I want to show Ezra and Katya
how much I’ve missed them and how sorry I am for neglecting them. Selfishly, I just want them- I am starved for the feel of their skin and the songs of their pleasure. I’ve made them cry enough in pain. It’s time their cries are from the pleasure I provide them.

I drag my tongue down the thick
, throbbing length that is half inside my Kitten’s pussy. They both stopped moving when I blessed them with my kiss. I lick up and circle the little nub that is begging for my tongue. I draw the dense bundle of nerves between my lips and sharply suckle. Kat screams when I nibble the nub between my blunt teeth. Ezra grunts as Kat takes more of him deep inside her. I dip down because I want to lick them both. I suck along the rigid edge of Ez’s cock and he groans loudly and clenches his fingers on my shoulder. His nails bite in and the pain it causes makes my dick throb, the tip weeping.

Ezra cries out, “I’m going to cum if you keep that up,” when I suck his balls into my mouth and roll them around with my ton
gue. I cut off Ezra’s release by roughly pulling his balls down. My fingers tighten around the base of his sack and I leave them there.

“No coming for you until Kitten and I are ready. I know you don’t know how to stop it. This will be painful, but worth it.” I lick them from Kat’s clit to Ezra’s asshole and they both shout out my name. I chuckle
as I spear Ez’s sweet ass with my tongue. 

“What are you doing
down there? Ezra’s cock is harder than ever, it feels like he’s going to explode inside me,” Katya gasps in shock. Her breath is shallow and her voice is raspy.

“Wouldn’
t you like to know,” I tease Katya. “Um- about birth control, I know I’ve been out of the loop. What have you guys been doing to make sure we don’t have more babies around here? We have too many as it is. Since you’ve been having sex… and Katya’s womb isn’t stuffed with your offspring-” I leave the statement open because it shows just how shitty of a husband I have been for the past few months. I have no clue what is going on in their lives as I was absorbed in my own… and they are supposed to be my life, too.

“I went on birth control as soon as I was done breastfeeding. We have enough kids and we ar
en’t ready for more.” Katya wistfully says, not wistful over more children… she longs for normalcy. Yeah, our life isn’t in a good place for any more children. It’s not a good place for us, either.

“Wh
at about Marc?” A rumor has been buzzing around Restraint that Marcus asked Katya to carry his child. When I heard this, I freaked the fuck out. I was adamantly against it- we’ve used Katya enough for our selfish gains. I don’t know how Ezra felt about it, but I was scared he’d manipulate Kat into agreeing.

“I told Marcus
no,” Katya firmly announces. “Marc needs to find his own woman. I’m no one’s broodmare.” I can hear anger in her voice and I wonder what the cause is. Kitten surprises the shit out of me sometimes. I don’t understand her at all. Sometimes I think she wants to find a way out, an escape from our lives and all those in it. Slowly, Katya has distanced herself from all of us, the children included.

I don’t respond. I don’t want to bring up bad s
hit while we’re trying to reconnect and find some relief and comfort. I put my tongue back to work on Ezra, reaming his ass and plunging in until he screams for me. I tighten my fingers on his balls. I can feel them trying to tense up to his body in preparation to offer their life-giving fluid. Ezra whimpers as his body tries to climax and I won’t let it. I am its master, and I will deny and give at my whim.

I lick Ezra just the way he prefers. I can almost hear his confusion. This is what I always did to prepare him for me. It was always the precursor to sex. I don’t know if I am going to do it
or not. My cock is pulsating and drooling in anticipation of joining our bodies. My soul is screaming for the connection that it has so desperately been long denied. My fear is screeching from the recesses of my mind.

I take Marc’s advice about no longer running- no longer being a coward. I side my body up the bed until I spoon
the curve of Ezra’s back and his round behind.

Rubbing my cockhead at Ezra’s entrance, I gasp, “Push
against me. I don’t want to hurt you.” My voice is rough and gravelly as I harshly breathe in Ezra’s ear.

“Cort?” Ezra
gasps in surprise, so bewildered by my actions that my name was nothing but a breath of confusion.

“Don’t freak on me if I freak,” I say as I
slowly press into Ezra’s wet heat. I feel his muscles push back against me, helping me gain entrance. I hiss Ezra’s name into his ear and tighten my grip on his balls. I can feel Ezra’s body trying to seek its release again. It has to be killing him by now- the ache, the unrelenting urge to cum. Ezra’s testicles have swelled to twice their size in my palm.

I bite a
nd suck at Ezra’s neck and shoulder as I slowly roll into him, easily sliding my cock in and out, in and out, in and out, in a dizzying rhythm. I’d forgotten how hot and soft and slick and snug and pleasurable it is to be inside Ezra. No woman, no pussy will ever compare to the grip of Ezra’s perfect ass.

I close my eyes against th
e memories that try to assault me. I give up when a montage of all the times I’ve ever made love to Ezra play out in my mind. I can deal with those memories- I cherish the good memories. I haven’t allowed myself the pleasure of reliving the greatness of our past since I was frightened it would bring about the nightmarish visions with them.

Kitten is nearly weeping in pleasure as she enjoys the side-effect of me
taking Ezra and not allowing his release. The man has to be close to twice his normal size inside her pussy just as the balls are that fill my palm. My usual endearments fall from Kitten’s lips. I smile as love fills my soul.

“I love you so fucking much, Ezra. Never doubt that,” I whisper so softly that
I’m not sure he will hear me. Ezra’s face whips around and he takes my mouth in a searing kiss. He mouths
thank you
against my lips and I can see the sheen of tears in his eyes. I sob and bury my face in the side of his neck.  

I bite
Ezra’s neck, and then I grit my teeth against the need to orgasm. Kat is close and we are waiting for her to climax before we quickly follow. Ezra will go off like a rocket when I release my grip on his balls. It’s also going to hurt like a sonofabitch. No pain, no gain.

Katya moans a combination of both of our names that slurs to simply Ez. I evilly withhold my own release and grip Ezra tigh
ter in my hand as Katya violently climaxes, screaming and thrashing.

Pressure builds at the base of my spine and my body flushes
to white-hot. I pant in Ezra’s ear and nip it with my teeth. I adore the way Ezra is keening my name, begging me to allow his release. The power I hold over him pushes me over the edge. This is why I top Ezra. I am one of the weakest in this house and this is the only way I can be in control of anything. Sex- seduction- that is my power.

              I torturously moan Ezra’s name, and as soon as the pressure expels my seed up my shaft into Ezra’s gripping ass, I release my hold on his balls. Ezra sharply howls in pain and writhes between us. Kat makes a surprised OH sound when Ezra starts to release. I chuckle at Kat’s expression and keep climaxing. My orgasm is brutal and painful, but nothing compared to what Ezra is going through. I try to hold him steady, but my hands slide in the sweat slicking his body.

“Jesus, what the fuck was that?
It was scalding… and a lot.” Katya’s green eyes are huge with shock. She looks so innocent that I want to laugh at her.

“That wa
s at least three loads of cum Ezra just shot inside you. That’s why I asked if you were on birth control. It was a guaranteed baby-maker.” I finally laugh when Katya gives me that wide-eyed innocent look again. I imagine all the things that Ezra and I could teach Kitten that would shock the shit out of her. I’m glad that Marcus’ influence hasn’t jaded her too much. It is Ezra and my rights to teach her all the fun stuff.

“I don’t think my cock will work for a
t least a week. My balls are going to ache like hell. It was worth it, though,” Ez breathlessly gasps as he sags to the mattress.

“I’ll make them feel better
,” I murmur as I gently rubbing his testicles. “I’m sorry, but the orgasm had to have made up for the ache.”

“I missed yo
u,” Ezra whispers at me from over his shoulder. Gray eyes connect with mine, and a world of words flow between us with a single look. Ezra is a my best friend, my partner, my lover, my life, my world, my soul- and no betrayal will ever take that away.

“Me, too.
I’ve missed you both.” I search for Ezra’s boxers and clean myself off with them. “You two will need a shower after that,” I tease them as I toss the underwear in the direction of the bathroom.

“Come on, Kitty Kat. You get to wash me. After all, I jus
t satisfied the pair of you.” Ezra takes Katya’s hand and helps her from the bed. I watch as a stream of ejaculate slides down Kitten’s quivering thigh. I smile at the job well done.

“I hope you enjoyed that, Ez, because you remember how I was before-” I trail
off the before like everyone always does- before confusing marriages and children, BDSM and rules of engagement, before the game, before Ray, before the betrayals, before insanity- pick one or all of them, they all would be to blame. Before, back in a time when it was just Ezra and me… and the freedom to explore the other’s body as if it were our own.

“Go
d, I hope so,” Ezra snorts at me, but his eyes are filled with hope and lust.

“Like what?” Kat asks in confusion as she stares
down in mystification at the amount of cum streaming down her thighs.

“Insatiable,” Ezra and I say at the same time. I share a laugh with him, but my eyes tell a different story.
They mirror my need. I show Ezra’s that I am serious. His lips part on a gasp and he shakes his head yes. I watch his throat as he audibly swallows before he turns away from me. But I caught the look of fear before he could mask it. Fear, that come morning, I’ll close him out again.

“If you’
re a good girl, I’ll give you a tongue bath, too.” I hear Ezra say as he lightly shuts our bathroom door.

The Hunter
: Past
-Chapter Twelve-

“Calm down, Cort
. Having a fit won’t bring Ezra back any sooner.” Aaron says to pacify me… and nothing will ever pacify me again. I feel like an animal- raw and wounded- caged and trapped, ready to lash out at anyone who has the arrogance to step too close. I am feral.

I don’t know where Ezra is. I don’t know if Ezra is safe. I don’t even know if Ezra lives. Is this the same madness that Ezra deals with every second of his existence? If so, I understand his insanity.

Three days and two nights of pure insanity I’ve endured. Aaron doesn’t get it, neither does Diane. Diane may be Ezra’s mother, but it isn’t the same- nothing compares to our connection. Ezra is irreplaceable, and I will forever hate anyone who tries to take him away from me or tries replace him in my life.

No one will ever understan
d the connection I have with Ezra. I am dying inside, my soul is shriveling up. If Ezra isn’t found soon, I will need institutionalized. If they find him and he’s dead- I’ll kill myself. Nothing will matter without Ezra. Life will cease to exist without him walking, breathing, and talking…

“Don’t talk, Aaron. I don’t want to hear your voice.” I know it’s mean
and nasty, but I don’t want to hear anyone that isn’t Ezra. I’m trying to retain the smooth quality of his tone in my mind, and the sharp cutting edge of his voice when he’s angry. I mustn’t forget. If I forget, Ezra will truly be gone. As long as Ezra speaks to me within my mind, he still exists. “You have no fucking clue what is going on in my mind right now.” I bitterly hiss at Aaron.

I rush from the ro
om. I can’t stand to be where Ezra isn’t. I run from room to room, looking for Ezra and knowing I will never find him. I pick up every phone receiver and listen for a dial-tone. I unlock every door and window for the millionth time. Marcus cannot convince me to leave them alone. I will walk behind him and unlock them as he locks them. What if Ezra tries to get into the house and he can’t? They need to be unlocked so that Ezra can get back inside to me.

Marc humors me after I continued the behavior, now he waits until I can’t see him before he relocks them. I fumble with the complicated terrace door loc
k near the ceiling through tear-blurred vision.

What if the man who took Ezra
comes back?
they always say. My response is
let him
. He might bring Ezra home to me. He might take me to Ezra. I’m fine with either option. If he wants to kill us, I will happily go as long as Ezra is with me.

I’ve never survived a day without Ezra. He was already here,
patiently waiting for me when I was born. I’ve spent every day of my existence by Ezra’s side… what do I do without him? How do I go on? How do I survive when he is the very breath I take?

Ezra
is
my life.

I won’t listen to their reasonin
g. They say the man who took Ezra is his father and that Ray Hunter won’t harm Ezra. I don’t give a shit. Ezra belongs to me, not some asshole who steals him from me in my sleep.

They say I am not an Abernathy, not really, since my father doesn’t know I exist. They say I am a Hunter. They say Ezra’s father is a Hunter, too.

They say other things- things I pretend not to understand. I use my fear the way Ezra uses his insanity. I simply pretend they didn’t say that the man who took Ezra is my uncle, my mother’s twin. If I don’t acknowledge it, then it’s not true that Ezra is my first cousin, that my life, my world, doesn’t share my blood. I pretend that my dead mother didn’t lie to me for the first fourteen years of my life. That I hadn’t lived a lie for the past seventeen years. I pretend that Diane and Marcus didn’t say that Ezra knew since he was thirteen. I pretend Ezra is with me, because I can’t think the violent thoughts that I long to think. What if I jinx Ezra’s safety by wanting to beat him to death with my bare hands?

I pretend I don’t feel betrayed by every person who has ever meant a damn to me. I pretend that when Faith showed up after Ezra’s disappearance that she wasn’t pregnant. I pretend that I don’t know whose baby is growing in my ex-best friend’s womb. I viciously pretend that she’s just getting fat. But Faith promised that she would f
ind Ezra, and I know she will, because Faith has to find her baby’s daddy. There is no other explanation other than that. I can play pretend, but I’m not a fucking moron.

My life, whether Ezra comes home to me or not, is ruined.

I rush to the next room to unlock the windows and doors. I curse under my breath at the size of this monstrosity of a house. Two hundred and seventeen windows are in ShadowHaven. It’s an all-day affair to keep up with them, especially with Marcus relocking them.

I nearly collide with Divina. Her eyes are red-rimmed and her face is puffy. Even still
, she is a pretty girl. I want to punish myself for noticing. I shouldn’t think such things when Ezra is missing and hurt. I pull Divina into a hug. She misses him, too. After all, I just found out he is our mutual cousin. How sick is that shit? But this isn’t just about me. Divina collapses into my arms and bawls and sniffles.

“I’ll find Ezra, even
if it’s the last thing I do on earth,” I say with conviction because I really mean it. I will hunt Ezra down, even in death. That man belongs to me. I hold the girl that was raised next to me as if she were my sister, and she finds comfort from my words and touch. It should make me feel better, but it feels empty. I know Ezra will appreciate the gesture. He would expect more from me than the empty shell he left behind. Ezra would be angry if I didn’t take care of our family in his absence. I go through the motions and feel utter blankness.

I walk Divina
into the living room and set her next to her mother and aunt on the sofa in the living room- the sofa… I pretend a montage of memories don’t inundate my mind- every touch, every laugh, every kiss, and the promises Ezra and I made in this room. Hell, I can even hear Faith’s beautiful laughter from months gone by. I shake my head to clear the visage, and find Pearl comforting Diane. There is an emptiness, a void in Pearl, too, and Diane has never had any life in her eyes. Only extreme emotions bring any sort of expression to Diane’s face. I know Diane loves her son, but her demeanor screams that she was expecting this- waiting for it to happen instead of making sure it didn’t.

I look to the three women that I’ve called family since
long before my mother’s death years ago. That was when the last of the light in Diane’s eyes faded. I blame myself that Diane has to look at me on daily basis and see what she’s lost. I hope we find Ezra soon or Diane will completely fade away.

With Divina safe with the ladies
, I flee the room to resume my quest. I have to do something other than go fucking nuts. The lock on the window in the laundry room is stuck. I try to jimmy it for a long while until my fingers are bloodied and I eventually give up… but I’ll never give up on Ezra. I wildly look around the small room for something, my eyes settle on a bottle of detergent. I smash it into the windowpane several times, watching in fascination as the window breaks and shards of glass impale the plastic. Blue liquid freely flows in a chug-chug fashion from the holes and down my wrist to pool near my elbow.

“What in hell are you doing, Cort?” Marc’s voice is furious as I watch the detergent drip from my
arm like blood pumping from my screaming heart.

“I couldn’t get it unlocked
. What if this was the window Ezra tries to crawl through?” I don’t look at Marc as I speak. I continue to stare at the drizzling soap.

“Look at me,” Marcus
commands in that voice he learned when he went away from us a few years ago. I freeze up and my eyes dart to him. I can’t help it. If Marcus speaks to me in that voice, I obey him- always.

“The lock was stuck,” I lamely mutter, feeling absolutely nothing.

“You will stop this insanity immediately. You will
not
unlock the windows and doors. You are putting an entire household of people at risk with your destructive behavior. Have I made myself clear?” Marcus stares me down. It’s not a glare, but it’s more frightening.

I start to sob as I drop to my knees before the man I respect above all others
. I repeat
I’m sorry
over and over until it blurs together. Nothing has broken through the fog of Ezra’s loss like the commanding look Marcus gave me. I can’t handle this- this emptiness- but Marcus will for me.

I surrender.

Feeling returns in a rush and my knees begin to fiercely ache from where I landed on the tile. I finally feel the sting from a cut on my arm. I rise up and pull a shard of widow glass from my shin. I hiss through the pain as blood gushes out of the wound.

“What if Ezra
doesn’t come back to us- to me?” I whimper out to the only father I’ve ever known. I’ve known Marcus for almost six years. Four years ago Marcus officially adopted Ezra when he married Diane. The boy I grew up with went from being Ezra Holden to Ezra Zeitler, and I remained the same- it was the only thing Ezra has done without me… that was until he was abducted. Ezra did that without me, too.

I had thrown a fit. Begged Marcus to own me, too. Didn’t he love me? Wasn’t I good enough to be his son? Then
Marcus left us for almost a year. I’d worried that Marcus left because of how I disobeyed him, because of how badly I’d behaved. I wasn’t good enough to adopt, so I’d tried to seduce him. Marcus pushed me away because I wasn’t good enough to fuck, either. What good am I? I wasn’t good enough to abduct instead of Ezra, either.

Ezra is always good.

“I can’t live without him,” I keen.

“Then you will live
for him until he comes back. Ezra always took care of you and Aaron. What about Divina? Ezra will be upset if you don’t take care of them. They need you.”

“I hate Aaron,” I hiss. I don’t really. I just don’t like how Ezra dotes on him. Fuck Aaron. “I’ll take care of Divina. She’s always been with us. Aaron is an interloper. If you’re worried about him, you take care of him for Ezra.”
I defiantly glare at Marcus and his face transforms red with fury.

“You are a disrespectful, jealou
s little fucker, aren’t you?” Marcus looks pissed, but something else- lust? It’s the way Ezra looks at me in private. “I’d punish you if it weren’t for the fact you’d fucking love every second of it.” Marcus grabs my upper-arm and hauls me to my feet. He drags me from the room while he angrily spits demands from his mouth.

“You will take care of both of
them whether Ezra returns or not. I have enough responsibly. I came back for you and Ezra. I left
her
behind for you. I gave away my future so that I could take care of you,” Marc rapidly hisses at me. His eyes are glazed with pain. “Do this for me. Do this for Ezra. Comfort Divina and protect Aaron. If you don’t, I will fucking annihilate you!” He shakes me so violently that his fingers dig into my arm, bruising me, bleeding me.

“Yes, s
ir,” tumbles out my mouth and it seems to please Marcus. He looks at me with pride, but his eyes are filled with pain.

“Good. I’m worried just
as much as you are, Cort. I love Ezra and miss him. Ezra is my son, my ultimate responsibility… and I have failed.” Marc’s warm, brown eyes fill with tears and I want to comfort him. I touch one of his curls and he flinches like I hit him. His eyes narrow and glare at me, and I don’t know why.

“Save that shit for Divina. I
. Am. Not. For. You- Ezra is.” Marcus opens Divina’s bedroom door and shoves me in before he releases my arm. I barely catch myself before I fall to the floor. “Keep each other company. Aaron will be here shortly. I can’t watch all of you at once. Your mothers are difficult enough to deal with.” Marcus slams the door in my face and I can hear his cursing as he stomps down the hallway.

I
slowly turn to face Divina. I can feel her pained gaze boring into my back. Divina is sitting in the center of her pink princessy bed, crying again. Even at eighteen, Divina is tiny and delicate. Her sickness has stunted her growth. Her gray eyes are red-rimmed and her chestnut hair is a mess around her head. I will take care of Divina just as Marcus commanded, even when-not if- Ezra returns. I sit on the bed and pull her into my lap. She curls around me as I lie down. I cuddle up next to Divina and begin to silently cry.

“We will get him back.
” 


We will get him back.”

“We will get him back.

“We will get him back.”

“We will get him back.” I don’t know how long I repeat those five words. It is my oath to our family. Without Ezra as the glue that binds us together we will dissolve. The door opening snaps me out of my trance.

Brown eyes
laced with gold and bronze bore into mine from the doorway. I sit up as Marcus pushes the small fifteen year old boy into the bedroom. Aaron’s blue eyes are huge, like a frightened animal. I guess Marc gave him a similar lecture.

“The FBI is here
, and we need you guys to behave. I know you haven’t slept since Ezra was taken. Here is a bottle of something to help you sleep. There are only three pills,” Marc states as he pointedly looks at me. I guess he’s placed me on suicide watch. “Get some rest, and God willing, we will have some good news soon.”

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