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Moonlit Depths Ch 07

Moonlit Depths Ch 07

by mordieee1006
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Callisto couldn't shake this feeling he had had for the past few days. Marigold hadn't been answering his phone calls or messages. He stopped by her shop to check and found Zora working alone, saying that Marigold told her she was very sick and needed time off. Marigold was not one to not work, and she definitely wasn't one to be unavailable for several days and not notify him.

He headed over to her house and parked in the driveway. He got out of his car and noticed that the grass and weeds had overgrown, which was not the norm.

"I hope she's okay, I know she and her friend had a big blow up," an elderly woman said from the street, with concern written on her face.

"Her friend?"

"Yes, the man that works at night. He left a few nights ago, and I haven't seen either of them since."

Callisto could feel his breathing pick up.

"Thanks for keeping an eye out. I'll go check it out." He turned to walk towards her door.

"Are you her boyfriend?" he heard the woman shout after him, as he continued to walk.

Her front door was locked, but since she had invited him in previously, he was able to appear on the other side of her front door. Her first floor was dark and cool;he noticed that everything was in a state of disarray. He started to question if she had been robbed or attacked. If she had, she should have been able to fight them off as she was stronger than he was. His mind kept going from a scenario worse than the last one while he walked to the kitchen. He was looking for Judas, but all he found was a bowl overflowing with cat food and an overturned water dish.

He headed slowly up the stairs, as he reached the top, he saw Judas sitting in front of Marigold's room. It seemed like he was waiting for him. Callisto followed him into Marigold's room, where he expected to see her in bed, but she wasn't there. There were clothes covering the floor as well as her vanity overturned and various holes in almost every wall. Whatever happened here, it was clear there had been a struggle. Judas meowed at him from the cracked bathroom door. He slowly opened the door to find Marigold lying in a tub full of water, staring at the wall in front of her, seemingly unaware of his presence. The bathroom was in the same state of disarray as the rest of her house.

He knelt down by the tub and placed his hand against her cold, wet hair. She still didn't say anything, but continued to stare straight ahead, blinking occasionally.

"Marigold, what happened?" he whispered, while he continued to run his hand through her soft curls.

She didn't respond.

He grabbed her face to turn it towards him. "Marigold, are you hurt?" His voice was more stern.

Her eyes finally met him, but like her hair, they were cold. He saw a tear escape as she turned her head back to continue to stare at the wall. He saw that her body had the appearance of wrinkles all over it, suggesting that she had been in the water for some time. He placed a hand in the water to feel the temperature, he quickly pulled back his hand realizing that the water was ice cold.

'How was she not shivering?' he thought, as he stood up to look for a towel.

He placed the towel on her bed and gathered a few blankets. He went back into the bathroom and picked her limp body out of the tub to place her on the bed. He felt her skin, it wasn't cold at all. He dried her body off her body before he wrapped her in blankets and laid her in bed. She hadn't said or mumbled a word since he had been there, he didn't understand what was going on, or what he needed to do. He knelt next to the bed to kiss her forehead; it was then he realized that she didn't have her energetic field up. While her mind was quiet, he could feel what she was feeling. He felt hopeless, grief, rage and then nothing. He felt completely numb.

'Cove found out about you two and he confronted her,' he heard, and assumed it was Judas.

'I'm guessing it was bad?' Callisto asked, while continuing to stroke her forehead.

'Bad would be an understatement. He told her that she deserved what Noah did to her, that she was naive to think you loved her and that he was never her friend. He was sent here by their clan to keep tabs on her so she wouldn't do anything like that again. He left after, and we haven't heard or seen him since. She destroyed the whole house and has been in the tub for two days just staring at the wall.'

Callisto lowered his head and closed his eyes. When he looked back up at her, he caught her eyes watching him.

"Why are you here?" she asked, in a voice barely above a whisper as she folded herself into the fetal position.

"I was worried about you and you weren't answering any of my messages. I went by the shop and Zora told me you were at home sick."

Her body started to shake and Callisto realized that she was laughing. He stared at her with a puzzled expression.

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"Look Cal, lets cut the crap. We both know we can't be in love with each other. You came here to see if you could fuck me because that's what I am to you, right? Just saw an outcasted freak that was easy to get on her back. So why don't you just take what you want and leave," she spat at him while sitting up, her eyes focused on him, full of tears and rage.

"Are you finished?" he asked in a monotone voice, sitting on the floor, staring at her with a flat expression.

His response enraged her. She grabbed a nearby lamp and threw it past his head. The lamp shattered into thousands of pieces. His eyes never left hers, even as the lamp whizzed past him.

"Stop trying to push me away, Marigold." His voice and expression were still flat.

They sat looking into each other's eyes, as Marigold released a shrill scream. Callisto had never heard a scream like this, it sounded almost like a dog whistle to him, piercing his ears. She flew off of the bed with speed and pushed him against the wall, her hand wrapped around his neck. She was weak then, and he could have easily overpowered her. But he didn't try to resist her. His eyes locked on hers. Her usual warm brown eyes had become cerulean blue.

"I love you, Marigold, for as long as you will let me," he calmly stated, as her breathing slowly returned to normal as did her eye color.

She lowered her hand from his neck and she stepped back. She lowered her head and sank to the floor, sobbing and holding herself. He lowered himself to the floor with her and held her, while her body shook.

Callisto knew that Marigold was hurt, but he underestimated how hurt she was. He had never seen her come apart like this. After the empathy settled, he felt rage. Marigold's rage was nothing compared to the silent rage that Callisto was feeling. But what she needed wasn't rage, it was tenderness and love. He gathered her up once she was more settled, and placed her back in her bed, and pulled the blankets over her.

He headed downstairs to clean up and get her house back in some sort of order before she woke up again. A few hours later, he had managed to clean most of the downstairs area and had ordered a new couch. He was able to have it expedited to be delivered tomorrow. He began repairing some of the holes in the walls, when he heard Marigold come down the stairs. They briefly made eye contact, then Callisto went back to putting putty on the walls.

"I'm sorry, you didn't deserve any of that." Her voice was raspy and small.

It filled the silence between them. Callisto paused repairing the walls, sighed, and turned to look at her. When their eyes met for a second time, she looked down and began to fidget with the blanket she was wrapped up in. Her usually bright eyes were red and puffy.

He wanted so badly to be mad at her, but his heart ached for her. He wanted to console her, to assure her that everything would be okay. But that would be a lie, he didn't know if everything was going to be okay. He just knew that he was going to be there for her, whatever she needed.

He extended his arms toward her and she ran into him. They embraced each other tightly as he kissed her head. After a few minutes, he pulled away from her.

"I accept your apology.," His face was agonized, and so was his voice.

"I just don't know what came over me. I lost control of myself. It felt like everyone that I was close to had betrayed me or used me. I...I just thought you were the same." Her voice continued to get smaller and quieter as she spoke.

He raised her head, and placed a gentle kiss on her chapped lips.

"How are you feeling now?" He turned his attention back to the wall.

"The only thought that got me out of bed was knowing that I've survived worse." Her grim face was just as tight as her voice."Thank you for everything, I don't know how I can make it up to you."

"You can make it up to me by never accepting being treated like that ever again. Whether we are together or not," he bit towards, while his brows furrowed.

"When did you learn to be handy?" she asked as she noticed his sweaty chest under his thin white shirt.

"Believe it or not, in another life I was a contractor." He was so focused on the wall that he hadn't noticed that Marigold was getting closer to him. She placed her delicate hand on his, catching his attention. He turned and looked down at her.

"Do you think you can take a break?" her still puffy eyes pleaded with him.

"Always for you, Bella." He placed his tools down on the floor, and finally took in his own appearance.

"I feel gross, do you mind if I shower here?" he asked while removing his shirt to wipe the remaining paint off of his skin.

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"Sure, I'll get you a towel. I have another bathroom that is in good shape next to the guest bedroom,"

Her eyes followed him like prey, as he walked towards the stairs. She quickly followed up the stairs. He went into the bathroom and started the shower as she went into a nearby closet to grab a towel for him. As she turned to head into the bathroom with the towel, her breath caught in her throat.

She was able to catch him changing through a crack in the bathroom door. His chiseled chest was covered in sweat, his hair was in a bun with a few pieces sticking to his neck and forehead. She made her way down to his neck where his tattoo was shimmering, she felt her mouth become dry. She was lost in her own thoughts before she noticed that he was also staring at her through the mirror. She was still wearing just a blanket with nothing underneath. Her nipples began to harden and pressed against the soft fabric.

She gently opened the door and handed him the towel, shyly.

"There should be body wash, shampoo and an extra loofah in there for you." She was trying her best to resist temptation. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, but she knew what her body wanted at that moment.

His hand settled over hers on the towel. The mirror was now foggy with condensation, forcing her to look at him in his darkened eyes.

"Would you like to join me?" Her mouth was dry as the sahara at this moment, her heart was beating so loud in her chest she was sure he could hear it. Her eyes glanced down to his plump lips.

"Okay," she whispered to him, while he tugged the blanket she was wrapped in showing her body to him.

They both entered the shower. Marigold felt so shy all of a sudden, as if this man hadn't seen every part of her already. His back was to her, a new angle that she was excited to soak up. His broad shoulders tapered down to the small of his back where she found dimples and a perfectly round ass. She smiled to herself, unable to resist touching it.

Just as she was about to pinch his ass, he quickly turned around and looked down at her with a smug smile on his face.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist touching me. We are supposed to be showering and here you are trying to seduce me," he feigned hurt, and brought his mouth down to hers, his tongue slowly tracing her full lips before kissing her.

Marigold melted into the kiss, placing her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss between them began to turn frantic. Their hands were grabbing and caressing whatever each other could touch under the spray of the shower.

Callisto placed his hand on her cheek and panted against her lips, "Marigold, you have no idea what you're doing to me right now."

She couldn't wait anymore, she had to have him. "Tell me what you want." She closed her eyes, and ran her petite hand alongside his thick member.

Callisto was trying to have some composure but damn, if she wasn't making it near impossible. He didn't want to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state, but it seemed like she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

He stopped her hand and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Are you sure? Remember there is no going back after this." He searched her eyes for any bit of hesitancy.

She pulled his head down and slid her tongue inside his mouth while clutching his biceps.

He growled and pushed her back against the shower wall by her throat. He lifted her up by her ass while continuing to kiss her. He was at her entrance and gently pushed the head of his cock inside of her. She gasped as her hips lurched toward his.

"Please, don't be a tease." Her mouth was agape and her eyes were closed, as her head leaned against the shower wall. Callisto thought she looked so good like this. Laying back on his dick with the water washing over her. He pulled back and then entered her all at once and both of them cried out. She felt perfect around him, like she was made just for him. She began to run her nails down his chest.

"You open up so nice for me. Look at my bella taking my cock like such a good girl," he breathed into her ear, as he began to fuck her at a merciless pace. He could feel her tightening around him, knowing she must be close, he grabbed a fistful of her coils and pulled her head back to bite her neck. She quivered and came on his cock, screaming his name. Just as she finished, he came with a loud grunt inside of her. He slowly slid out of her and put her back on the ground.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm really good." She could feel a nervous smile spreading across her face. She noticed the water by then lukewarm, and luke-warm and getting colder the longer they stood there.

"You better get out, you know you can't do the cold," she mocked, as she pinched his buttcheek.

"And you can?" he questioned, halfway out of the shower.

"I actually don't mind the cold water. I lived in the deep ocean, remember?" she began to wash her body and hair, as he began to towel off.

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