Chapter 74
The jerking of Angel's body wakes me a few hours later. She's speaking Arabic in her sleep, and she's obviously terrified. Suddenly, she sticks out her arms and her legs fly. Then the screams begin. I manage to turn on the light as I struggle to contain her. One of her hands goes to her face and she scratches a deep gouge down her cheek.
"It's me, Angel! I've got you! Wake up!"
She's beyond the sound of my voice as she continues to thrash out of control. From the corner of my eye, I see the door open and Monroe is there.
"Here," he says as he tosses me two skeins of rope. "Tie her hands and secure them over her head. Then get her legs." Monroe sits on the bed and shifts his chest across hers, pushing on her torso while I tie the ropes. Her terrified screams don't let up even with her lungs compressed.
"Hold her tight, Zach." Monroe covers her nose and mouth with his hand, cutting off her incoming supply of air completely.
She fights harder. Her crazed eyes see nothing or maybe she sees something that isn't there. She's a panicked animal, and Monroe is making it worse. "What the fuck are you doing?" I demand.
Monroe ignores me. He lets his hand slip off her nose and then he pinches her nostrils closed with his other hand. He grasps her jaw hard, covering her mouth with his. He forces air into her lungs and then covers her mouth again with his hand.
I'm about to throw fucking Monroe from the room when he whispers in her ear, "Love, you are okay. I will breathe for you."
He uncovers her mouth and I see the strain of muscles on Monroe's back when he presses down on her chest again, allowing the previous air to leave her lungs. Then his mouth covers hers and her chest expands again. He repeats the process several times. Angel's arms finally relax, but I'm not sure if it's lack of oxygen or if she's coming back to us.
"It is both," Monroe says, never taking his eyes from her.
I had no idea I spoke aloud. "Has it been this bad before?"
Monroe continues controlling Angel's breathing. "Yes. When she first came here, but once she began sleeping in my bed, the dreams came less often, and they were less severe."
"Did you even think about warning me?"
"Obviously, this did not happen while I was away."
Monroe's mouth covers hers again. The crystal-blue eyes peering back go from panicked to dreamy, and she's finally aware of us. She blinks rapidly, and tears travel down her face one after the other until they drip from Monroe's hand.
"Shhh, love," Monroe whispers.
Angel nods slightly. Monroe removes his hand from her mouth and lowers his head. Their kiss is healing and at the same time guts me. I begin removing the ropes from her legs and then move up the bed to her hands. Monroe ends the deep kiss and places light kisses across her face and neck while his hands caress her body, offering comfort.
"Just breathe, love," he says while smiling down at her. "I will take you to my bed-"
A stricken look replaces the contentment on Angel's face and Monroe stops talking. He glances calmly my way. "Zach can come with us," he assures her. "My bed is big enough for all of us."
I scowl, unsure what Monroe has in mind. The idea of sharing a bed with him, even to comfort Angel, makes me anxious. Angel's entire body relaxes at Monroe's suggestion, and I push my misgivings aside. She needs us both, and I'll do anything for her right now.
"Can you carry her, Zach?"
I nod and Monroe stands and moves out of my way. I walk around the bed and pick her up, pulling her face against my chest. I carry her out of the room to Monroe's bed while chaos erupts in my brain. This is a bad idea.
Placing her gently on Monroe's luxurious sheets, I try to think of a way to get out of this. I should turn and go. Hell, I should leave the fucking house. The sight and sound of Angel's terror shakes me deep inside and I can't bear the thought of leaving her right now.
Monroe walks into the bathroom and returns with a damp hand towel. "Close your eyes, love. I need to wash the scratch on your face."
I stand by, marveling that such lethal hands can be so incredibly gentle as they care for the woman we both love. And yet, I don't want to be here. My feet move fast and I'm almost out the door when Monroe's voice stops me.
"Do not be an ass. I need sleep, and Angel needs the security of having us both here. With Angel between us, and being exhausted in the bargain, I think I can keep my hands to myself."
Warmth travels down my body to my fucking cock. There's warning in Monroe's words and it fucking turns me on. Taking a deep breath, I turn around, make my way to the opposite side of the bed, and crawl in beside Angel. The puffy, ragged line running down her face is stark against her pale skin. Her eyes don't open and her breathing is soft and steady.
I place my hand on her stomach and ignore the slight sound Monroe makes. I need to touch her, and Monroe needs to fucking back off. "I never said I would keep my hands to myself," I say lightly, trying to help the thick tension in the room dissipate.
Monroe leaves the bed and returns the rag to the bathroom. He crawls back in and pulls the sheet over us. His arm snakes under Angel's neck and he smooths tangled hair from her face. "What was your dream about, love?"
I thought she was sleeping, but Monroe must know better. "It was the same." Her eyes remain closed, and her voice is soft and sleepy.
"Sleep," he says gently. "Zachery and I will keep you safe."
I adjust the pillow beneath my head, keeping my hand across her stomach. I can't help wondering about the nightmare. I experienced only a small part of the horror she'd lived, but I have no idea of the true extent to her suffering. Obviously, Monroe does.
It takes a while for my thoughts to stop racing and sleep to finally grab hold. My last thoughts are Monroe's mouth on Angel's. If I remove the image of Angel's terrified eyes when Monroe breathed for her, it was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen.
I fall asleep with a stiff cock.
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