Bird…” Petyr whispered softly, peering down at the young woman
crying at his feet, his heart aching at her misery. “Do you
remember our first night together? You gave me such a precious gift…”
Baelish reached down, placing two fingers under Alayne’s wet chin
and lifted her beautiful face, teary eyes meeting his paternal gaze.
“Your untouched body, a girl’s pure innocence, and your trust I
would never hurt you."
Mockingbird took Alayne by the upper arm and helped her to her feet.
He could feel his lover trembling under his touch. “Did I not vow
to always keep you safe?” he questioned while smoothing Alayne’s
red locks of hair back, tucking a wispy red curl behind her ear,
letting his fingers caress the shell of the girl’s ear and down her
neck. "Perhaps you are my only weakness in this world and that
is a very dangerous proposition for a man like me. So, I must know
everything that is going on or you endanger us both.” Petyr spoke
with a calm but serious tone, hiding his anger perfectly, yet his
inflection warned the girl not to trifle with their lives.
did not know what to do. She could not imagine losing Petyr, or
worse, hurting him. She knew he loved her more than anything in the
world. Alayne also knew he could be ruthless, it was a part of him
which she'd never witnessed firsthand, however, she had heard
whispers of the things that happened to people who crossed Petyr
Baelish. What would he do to her, or have done to her? What would he
have done to Sandor Clegane if he knew?
can't... I'm sorry Petyr..." she began. "Please, I don't
deserve you. I don't deserve any of this." She looked around at
her luxurious surroundings. "I should go. You deserve so much
more, someone so much better..." Alayne pulled away, turning and
crossing the room to open her closet door. Grabbing a bag, she began
to fill it with a few of her belongings, sobbing as she pulled on a
pair of jeans and fumbled as she tried to pull a sweater over her
head. "I'll go to a hotel... I'll... You won't need to worry
about me anymore... I'll always love you... Petyr."
stood by the bedroom door and frowned slightly as Alayne packed her
things to make an escape, rather than face him with her actions. “You
must have me confused with someone who would just let you go."
He slammed the door shut and locked it, strolling towards his lover,
a dark jealously lashing out as he grabbed Alayne by the wrist. "I
expect answers and I will have them any way I deem necessary.”
Petyr's grasp continued to squeeze until the girl cried out and
dropped the bag, before forcing her against the wall and caging
Alayne in with his body.
“Do I need to punish you to have my
answers Little Bird?” Baelish pressed, his free hand collaring
Alayne by the neck, while grey-green eyes darkened with a mixture of
proprietorship and carnality. “I see now, I’ve been too soft
hearted with you... only because it gave me such pleasure to spoil
you. Like a father doting upon his beloved daughter. But you are a
woman now, Alayne. The one I longed for in my dreams to be my wife
and I won’t allow you to ruin that future."
Petyr, you're hurting me!" she gasped and he loosened his grip,
but only a little. He would not let her go. For the first time since
she had met him, Alayne felt afraid of Petyr. Until today, the
thought had never crossed her mind that he would ever physically harm
her. Now there was so much anger in his eyes that she began to
tremble all over. Littlefinger, they called him. There was no one in
business or in politics who was more successful, who had more power
than this man. He had the world wrapped around his little finger.
Although he rarely showed anything but charm, there were many people
who were afraid of him. Now she could see why.
rather leave than say words that I know will hurt you, Petyr. I never
wanted to hurt you," she whispered. "Do you want to hear
that I was unfaithful to you? That I love someone else, in the same
way that I love you? Because I do love you, Petyr. That has not
changed. It never will."
Mockingbird pulled his hands away as she spoke, for once at a loss
for words and a facade to cover the depth of his wounded emotions.
‘Don’t go... You said you were mine!’ The words rose from the
depths of his mind, an old memory forged in pain, long forgotten but
so familiar. Petyr stared at Alayne, her face wavering over
another’s, like a mirage of someone he should know, lost and never
“I have no need to know any more. I can guess who
is you speak of.” Petyr grabbed his coat, unlocking the bedroom
door and throwing it open. He turned slightly, but didn’t face
Alayne directly, she had been allowed to see too much already. “This
is no game I play with you, yet I have been made the fool
nonetheless. Wherever you go, Alayne, I will make him suffer… and
Littlefinger walked out and called for the
car, ignoring anything else Alayne said as he made his way to the
elevator. He turned around as the doors began to close, catching one
finally glimpse of his “Little Bird” as she pleaded for the Dog’s
life, smirking softly because despite Alayne's betrayal, he still
please, it's my fault. Punish me, but let him go..." Her words
fell on deaf ears, but she did not know what else to do. Her head
spinning, she followed him to the door, pleading for mercy, pulling
at his sleeve,
but he brushed her away. She
felt dizzy as she watched the elevator doors close, cutting her off.
bag was half packed. She should go... but where? Alayne's heart
pounded as though it was trying to break though her chest.
knows, he knows, he knows.
through the dark penthouse, she called for the Hound, but he was not
there. He'd been there when she went to bed. Had he heard? Did he
know? Alayne ran back to the bedroom and scrambled around in her bag
until she found her phone. Her hands shook so hard she could barely
slide the unlock screen. She hesitated a moment then, before touching
Sandor Clegane's number, not knowing what to do or what to say. Where
phone rang and rang before finally going through to voicemail. Not
his voice, just the default message. It could have been anyone on the
other end of the line. "Where are you? He knows. He's looking
for you. Please call me... I love you..." she whispered.
slowly back out into the darkened living room, she crossed to the
bar, poured herself a tumbler of Petyr's scotch and carried the glass
out onto the balcony. Just a few hours ago she had been standing in
this very spot, looking across the city at the light in Petyr's
office. Now her entire world was crumbling around her and she felt
numb all over. She tipped the scotch back, swallowing it quickly,
shuddering at the burn, but finding some small amount of solace in
the knowledge that she could feel something, even if it was more
pain. She balanced her glass on the railing and looked down at the
lights of the cars below. Without thinking, she reached out and
pushed the tumbler off the railing, watching it disappear into the
darkness. Alayne leaned over the railing. The drop was so great that
she could not hear it when it hit the ground and shattered. I
wish the Hound were here.
Staring down into the dark, she waited.
shirtless Gregor stomped around the spacious kitchen as quietly as a
man his size could, grunting and cursing in sheer frustration as he
opened one cabinet or drawer after another, grabbing ingredients and
utensils haphazardly. Gas burners on the stove roared with flames, a
pot boiled over with water, while a pan sizzled with crackling bacon,
and a large flat skillet burned over-sized pancakes. The stove's
overhead hood worked overtime to vent all the smoke, while the
building heat made the Mountain break out in a sweat, the morning
light casting a soft sheen over his slick chest, cut biceps, and
defined abs leading to the low slung jeans over his pelvis.
kitchen had always been his woman's domain. Melly could cook up a
meal like no other, and the Mountain's appetite demanded a feast
every time they sat down to eat. But today, he would return the favor
and treat his woman to a meal of his own making. Clegane opened the
fully stocked fridge and almost yanked the double doors off the
hinges, scowling as he reached for the spare egg carton,
concentrating on not crushing such fragile things with the strength
in his large hands again. The pack of guard dogs paced restlessly,
wagging their tails and barking, following Gregor everywhere he went,
expecting their own breakfast as well. "I said QUIET, damn
beasts," he growled, ordering them all to sit as the dogs whined
in reply, salivating for food. The Mountain flipped the burnt hot
cakes onto a giant stack already gone cold and poured more lumpy
batter, determined to make a perfect set to feed his woman.
let's try this again..." Gregor opened the egg carton and stared
at the twin rows of eggs, his thick fingers plucking one out gently,
willing the shell not to crack, before dropping it into the pot of
boiling water. He smirked in satisfaction, confident he could poach
an egg after boiling through half a dozen. As the Mountain went to
drop another, he grunted in sudden pain and crushed the egg, yoke
spilling through his fingers, adding to the mess already on the counter-tops. Gregor glared downwards at the black fur ball clawing
her way up his long leg, little razor anchors digging into his jeans,
while the soft squeak of a meow came forth. "Didn't I leave you
upstairs sleeping with Melly? Just one night and you're already
taking over my bed." Clegane cleaned his hand before plucking
the small terror off his thigh and cradling the purring kitten. All
the dogs peered upwards at their intimidating Master, perplexed but
interested in this tiny brave creature playing with Gregor's scolding
The sound of a distant crash followed by deep, mumbled
cursing coming from the first floor of the house brought Melly slowly
out of a deep, restful sleep. For a moment she was afraid; the memory
of the Mountain's absence and his brother's unexpected assault
flashed through her mind. She found herself alone in the room.
Gregor, the dogs, and even the kitten were nowhere to be seen,
however, she could see the indent in his pillow and the bed covers
tossed back on his side of the bed. She sighed, closing her eyes in
relief. It was early yet, and understanding that it was her man who
was the source of the noises from below, she was just about to turn
over and allow herself to drift off for a little bit longer, when she
smelled the faint odor of smoke wafting into the room.
on Earth..?" she thought, as her sleepy brain tried to make
sense of what could be happening. Coming fully awake, she sat up in
bed and listened. "Oh no!" Tossing back the comforter, she
scrambled out of bed and pulled an over-sized T-shirt over her head
before hurrying into the hall and down the stairs. She paused in the
doorway to the kitchen, surveying the damage, running a hand through
her sleep-tousled hair. It seemed that Gregor had removed all the
pots and pans from the cupboards. Towers of used bowls and utensils
filled the sink, and the counter-tops were strewn with broken egg
shells, burnt toast and strangely shaped stacks of what might have
been hot cakes, all covered with a fine coating of flour. In the
middle of all of this stood Gregor Clegane, his massive form making
everything else appear to be small, like a playhouse kitchen made for
dolls or children. He held the kitten in his huge hand, stroking its
tiny head with his index finger, while pots overflowed on the range
top and the smoke detector began to emit a shrill whistle.
Better open some windows!" She hurried into the kitchen,
slipping in front of him, switching off burners and flipping the
stove's exhaust fan on high. "Are you... making breakfast?"
she asked, biting her lip to suppress a giggle as he moved to throw
the windows open and turn off the smoke alarm. The rest of the world
would never understand; they would never know her Mountain.
He was her benevolent protector, her savoir, her perfect mate. It was
true, of course, that he had a ruthless side. He could be cruel if he
needed to be, but never to her. He couldn't help his roughness, but
he would never hurt her on purpose. He turned to her, frowning, a
smear of flour across his chest, and she smiled, crossing the room to
him. "Why didn't you wake me?" she asked, leaning in to
kiss the little ball of fluff he still held.
thought you would be pleased by a surprise breakfast. Isn't that what
normal couples do?" Gregor replied, sliding his free arm around
Melly's waist and pulling her in closer to him. "I overheard
that talk show you were watching the other day." Since his
return, the Mountain had been more protective, perhaps even too
overbearing, but Clegane's need to keep Melly safe was riding him
hard. The fact that his younger brother Sandor had dared to violate
his home, kill one of his beloved dogs, and even put a disgusting
burnt hand on Melly made Gregor's blood boil with a dangerous rage.
Mountain would hit the gym every time dark thoughts of his woman
being taken by that Dog sexually clouded his thinking. Unleashing
monstrous anger and frustration through a pair of massive fists, he
would punch the workout body bag till it broke and flew off the
hanging chain, smashing into the wall. Several now laid in a giant
heap, too broken and destroyed to be saved. Gregor always visualized
his dead beaten brother in their place. Afterwards, the Mountain
would seek out his woman, fucking Melly senseless with a raw brutal
passion, thrusting his claim on her until every drop of semen was
milked from his balls. It didn't matter where he found her or what
Melly was doing at the time; Gregor's stomping footsteps and her name
called out in a growl clearly announced his desired intentions.
Melly's complete and utter submission time and again quelled the
lingering dark shadow inside Clegane's soul, the one full of
masculine dominance and proud entitlement that would never stop if
she ever refused him.
don't really need to be a normal couple," she answered, smiling
up at him. "I think we're perfectly abnormal. But I love it that
you take such good care of me. Of us."
She stroked the tiny kitten, who purred softly in the Mountain's
giant hand and glanced at the dogs who were gathered around,
patiently watching their master. "I'm so glad you're home,"
she whispered, leaning into him, suddenly overwhelmed by her need for
After Gregor had taken away her from Ramsay
Bolton, her readjustment to living freely had been long and slow. Her
physical wounds had healed, but her mind had taken much longer to
recover. There was relief at being alive, at being free, coupled with
the confusion of her love for Ramsay, because despite her terror of
the Bastard, she loved him and mourned the loss of him. She was not
brave to have made her escape from the Bolton compound, this she knew
all too well. It was not bravery, but desperation, which finally
pushed her to the point of flight. It was the knowing that she would
be caught and the desire to have it all, finally, come to an end.
Melly understood that she could never survive the punishment for
running, and that by fleeing, she was, in essence, committing
suicide. She had not been prepared for the Mountain's intervention
and freedom was not something she had considered even remotely
possible. Gregor had saved her, allowed her to mend, and never once
had he put any restrictions on her movements. Although not normally a
patient man, his patience with her seemed infinite. Over time, the
nightmares had become less frequent, the memories of her former
Master's punishments had begun to fade and she had begun to finally
feel safe until the Hound's assault, which brought the fear rushing
back in huge, crippling waves.
her head on Gregor's herculean chest, Melly couldn't feel anything
but safe. She breathed deeply, sliding her hand slowly up over
sculpted abs, turning her head to lay tiny feathery kisses on his
flour smudged chest. "I'm not really very hungry yet..."
she whispered, tilting her head back to look into his dark eyes, his
brow furrowed as he peered down at her and she was, all at once,
aware of her nakedness beneath the over-sized T-shirt. Melly gently
took the kitten from Gregor's hand and placed the tiny creature on
the rough oak table beside them, where it stretched languidly and
then hopped to the windowsill to bathe in a patch of sunlight.
that so? You should be famished after the pounding I gave you last
night." Gregor smirked, sliding his hand down and squeezing
Melly's firm ass cheek. The sight of her in his shirt had already
aroused the Mountain, especially watching the girl's frantic efforts
to clear the smoke from the kitchen as the dogs chased her in
excitement. Melly could be quiet and still at times, lost in her
thoughts, with Gregor gazing at her soft femininity from afar, then
panicked and fearful the next, like a beautiful gentle doe on the run
from a pack of hungry predators. The girl's very nature attracted men
like him too easily, like Ramsay, even his brother if given the
chance. Despite modern times, they were still beasts of an ancient
era, possessive, territorial, and full of masculine pride. Clegane's
home was his castle, and he was lord of everything under its roof,
including Melly. She was now his woman, his lady, the sheath to cover
his sword. Fighting to protect her would be his right. To kill for
her, his ultimate pleasure.
shouldn't let all my hard work go to waste woman," the Mountain
teased, grabbing the plate full of bacon and sausage, then leading
the parade of hungry dogs to the back patio and locking them outside.
"I don't need such a large audience watching us." He
grabbed Melly around the waist with his large hands and easily
hoisted her up onto the kitchen's island counter, moving between the
girl's spread thighs as he captured Melly's soft lips for a kiss.
Deep and sensual, Gregor rolled his tongue over Melly's until she
moaned and went weak in his arms, making him growl with desire in
return. Clegane pulled away, leering at her with a glint of
darkness in his eyes as his voice commanded roughly, "Lay back
and show me how wet you are. I want to taste what's mine, girl."
rushed through her veins, butterflies soared in her tummy, and she
could already feel the wetness between her thighs. Even if she had
wanted to, Melly could never resist him. Gregor was not only her
great love, he was her addiction. She was always hungry for him, and
no matter how much he gave her, how satisfied she felt, she was
always ready for more. She slowly leaned back on the counter, her
chestnut hair spilling out all around her. With a slow smile, she
pulled her knees up toward her chest, allowing the Mountain a quick
peek before playfully trailing pink manicured toes up his chest, then
parted her thighs and rested her pretty feet on his massive
his deep growl as he took in the view before him caused another surge
of longing to flood through her. She needed nothing more than his
eyes on her to feel herself grow even more lubricated; her whole body
was quivering now, longing for the touch of his hand, his mouth. She
would wait as long as he commanded. The girl had been well trained in
the art of complete submission, however, Melly silently prayed that
his need in this moment was as urgent as hers. She longed to be
consumed and devoured all at once. There was nothing she would not
allow this man to do to her. "Gregor... please..." she
breathed, staring up into eyes that darkened with lust. Even as she
watched, his inner beast was emerging. There would be no turning back
“You tease me at our own peril, girl." The
Mountain knelt down, lowering his towering height and bringing his
stern face right to the prize he sought. Gregor's large rough hands
ran up Melly’s parted thighs, feeling the softness of a woman’s
skin, while inhaling the alluring fragrance of the opposite sex. His
thumbs caressed the girl's wet delicate folds. "My hunger is a
bottomless pit and I will happily drag you down with me.” Clegane
spread her open and dipped his tongue into the honey already
collected there, groaning deeply as the taste exploded over his taste
Gregor's predatory glare upwards was fierce and
dangerous, holding Melly’s erotic gaze captive as he suddenly
yanked her closer by the hips, sliding her spread legs completely
over his broad shoulders. Melly’s bare ass hovered in the air as
the Mountain thrust his tongue hard into her wet pussy, his mouth
covering the girl’s entire pink mound, sucking and feeling her clit
throbbing as blood pounded in his ears. Clegane’s engorged cock
strained with pressure, but the girl’s delicious weeping was too
intoxicating to stop, his tongue feasting deeper as two fingers
penetrated the tight opening.
Clegane held her tight and fast,
and she knew that her skin would be marred with bruises when he was
finished with her. Her head rolled back as she writhed in the
Mountain's vice-like grip. It was too much and not enough. She wanted
more, needed to feel his cock buried deep within her and yet she
never wanted him to stop sucking, licking and drinking her in. Melly
clawed at the smooth, cold marble counter top, trying to find
something to hold onto as her pleasure surged higher and higher.
Crying out in her frenzy only made the Mountain bear down harder,
increasing the assault with his tongue while pushing his fingers into
her slick entrance. She tried to clench her pelvic muscles tighter,
to pull him deeper inside her, savoring the sting as her body
stretched to accommodate those thick fingers. Raising her eyes to
meet his, she found Gregor's fierce gaze still upon her, watching her
Mountain pulled away from his woman, leaving her soaking wet and
quivering from her climax as he watched and licked his mouth clean.
He reached for Melly then, yanking his shirt off of her and baring
the full tits he loved to squeeze as he fucked her from behind. But
first Gregor popped the button to his jeans open and exposed himself
with pride; he was engorged, veins full of hot blood, and hard with a
flared head. He rested his thick shaft against Melly's spread pussy
and began to rub himself over the wet folds, growling softly at the
slick sensation. "Is this what you crave, girl? A good hard
fuck?" He smirked, hauling Melly off the counter and turned her
around, giving her ass a punishing smack with the pancake spatula.
That red welt would turn him on for days to come.
could not hold back, her climax came rushing through her body with a
fierce intensity. When she might have pulled away, Gregor held her
fast, his mouth still on her, licking, sucking, until she cried out,
begging for mercy. He stood over her then, and she gazed up at him,
her vision blurred, his hulking form towering over her as she waited
for what would come next. When he spoke to her, Melly could only nod
in response, there were no words for how much she needed him inside
of her now. He lifted her so easily, as though she weighed no more
than the tiny kitten. She loved being manhandled by her man, reveled
in the feeling of utter helplessness that it gave her to be
manipulated by him, as though she were not a woman at all, merely a
doll to be posed and used however he wished.
hand fisted a chunk of soft hair and pinned her pretty face down to
the cold marble, holding his female captive as he entered Melly from
behind. He groaned and his cock throbbed at the tight squeeze,
impatient to be inside her moist heat. Gregor used his free hand to
lift one of the girl's legs onto the counter, displaying her pink
cunt even more, while thrusting more deeply. When he felt Melly's
velvety walls encase him, surrendering to his demand, the Mountain
began to pump his hips, slow but deep, filling her up with his entire
whimper that escaped her lips as he pushed inside of her expressed
both ecstasy and agony. She had longed for this moment, and yet she
was so sensitive, still, that the pleasure was nearly too much to
bear. Every time she gave herself to Gregor it was perfect, however,
since he'd returned home, their lovemaking seemed to soar to even
greater heights. He held her still now, open and fully exposed,
taking his pleasure with long, slow strokes, the head of his cock
plunging deeper with ever thrust as her body opened wide to allow him
entry. He controlled her completely, there was nothing she could do
but accept the gift he gave her.
The Mountain was merciless
with his thrusts. Once his full shaft was embraced by Melly, he took
her like a wild beast uncaged, hard and deep enough to hurt, letting
his balls slap against her wet mound. Gregor's deep rumbling growls
were drowned out by the girl’s cries echoing through the house as
she came again, soaking his swollen length as that glistening honey
gushed and dripped down Melly's trembling thighs. With a clenched
jaw, Clegane fought his own release as he pulled out and dragged
Melly by the hair off the counter, pushing her to the kitchen floor.
The Mountain leered down at the submissive female before him, Melly's
chest rising and falling, panting through parted lips as her hands
held onto his legs, sliding upwards, knowing what her man expected.
one hand around Gregor's thick erection, she could feel the blood
pumping under her fingertips. Melly guided him into her open mouth,
licking at the head of his cock, sliding her tongue around the
bulbous tip, sucking him deeper into her mouth as her lips tightened
around his throbbing shaft. Gregor held her close, her hair wrapped
around his fist as hot, thick jets of cum hit the back of her throat
and she clutched him tightly, stroking his length with both hands now
as she nursed and suckled, swallowing every drop he gave to her. She
could have gone on forever like this; tiny pleasure sounds came from
deep within her throat until finally, he gently pulled her back by
the hair. Melly sank back onto her knees, looking up at the Mountain
with wide eyed adoration.
"Come here, girl."
Clegane held out his hand, wrapping his fingers around Melly's petite
ones as he hauled her back to her feet, embracing his lover. A long
quiet moment passed, until they were both called to attention by a
hungry feline. "Have you picked a name yet? Because Little
She-Devil sounds pretty good to me." He grunted softly while
tiny nails dug into his flesh, the fearless kitten venturing up the
laughed and removed the kitten from Gregor's leg. "I was
thinking of something a bit prettier than that for her!" She
kissed his chest again, then once more for good measure. He'd rescued
both her and this little tiny kitten, neither of whom would ever have
survived without him. There was no end to her love for this man, so
brutal and yet so gentle. Stooping to retrieve the over-sized shirt
from the floor, she smiled up at him. "Let's think about it
while I make you both some breakfast."