Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 97: Will you join?

Kael crossed the Haven.

Rhea’s room was dim, the air heavy with antiseptic and the faint hum of her steady breathing.

She lay on the bed, her fiery red hair splayed across the pillow, a blanket covering her body.

He went to her and lifted the blanket, the gashes on her arm and thigh were fading, Clara’s injection was working, her regenerative abilities knitting her together.

Her eyes, closed, their color hidden, fluttered faintly, a sign of healing but not of waking.

Kael’s shoulders eased, relief loosening the knot in his chest—she’d be back soon.

He returned to the kitchen, where Freya was elbow-deep in suds, scrubbing plates, her cyan t-shirt damp at the edges, her navy pants swaying as she worked. "I can handle this," she said, glancing over her shoulder, her blue eyes warm, a domesticity in her stance.

"Go sit and relax, Kael."

Kael’s grin was tired but grateful, a soft "Thanks" escaping as he shuffled to the living room.

He sank onto the sofa, the cushions sagging under him, his hazel eyes drifting to the scattered bags and toys spread on the floor.

The toys were absurd for the situation he was in, yet they sparked something—a flicker of defiance, a refusal to let the Haven crumble.

His mind raced, piecing together a plan, not from pleasure but from purpose, or wait, both, a way to rebuild what Harris had lost.

His eyes widened, a smile breaking across his lips, a surge of clarity cutting through the fog.

He stood, his feet quick on the floor, and strode to the kitchen, where Freya was rinsing the last plate, soap suds clinging to her hands, her platinum-cyan hair glinting under the bulb.

"Freya," he said, his voice bright, urgent, his grin infectious, a spark of hope in his hazel eyes.

She turned, drying her hands on a towel, her blue eyes narrowing, a smile tugging at her lips.

"What’s got you grinning like that?" she asked, her voice teasing, leaning against the counter, her cyan t-shirt shifting, her curiosity piqued.

Kael stepped closer, his hands gesturing, his voice steady, bold, a lifeline in the dark. "I’m starting my own superhero team," he said, his hazel eyes alight, his idea a beacon. "Will you join?"

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The darkness was absolute, a void that swallowed everything but the sound of Rhea’s ragged breathing and the frantic thump of her heart.

Her amber eyes darted, searching for something, anything, in the oppressive black.

"Again."

A voice boomed, vast and unyielding, shattering the silence. It was her mother’s voice, cold and commanding.

"Again! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!" The word reverberated, growing louder, clawing at Rhea’s ears.

She clapped her hands over them, her scream tearing through the dark to drown it out.

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A sharp crack sliced the air—a belt, snapping with menace.

Her father appeared beside her, his face a storm of disappointment, the belt arcing toward her. Rhea’s eyes widened, her body frozen with fear as the leather neared her face and vanished into the shadows before it could strike.

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A sob broke through the haze.

Rhea spun, her fiery red hair whipping around her.

There, in a pool of molten lava, was a child, curled and weeping.

Her brother. His small form trembled, consumed by the glowing heat.

"Brother!" Rhea stumbled forward, her white tank top clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, her black pants heavy against her legs.

The boy’s crying stopped. He turned eerily towards her, his eyes twin pools of molten fire, and hissed, "Were you waiting for me to die, Sis?"

"No!" Rhea’s voice cracked, desperate. "It’s not like that!"

He smiled, a cruel twist of his lips. "Am I right, Mom. Dad."

Rhea’s gaze snapped upward. Her parents loomed, towering giants with faces carved from rage and shame.

"Failure," they spat in unison.

The word sank into her like a blade.

Before she could speak, a shadowy hand erupted from the darkness, cold and unyielding, wrapping around her throat.

Her parents and brother dissolved, leaving only the choking grip and her gasping breaths.

Four more hands slithered from the void, seizing her wrists and ankles, pinning her in a star of helpless suspension. The darkness pulsed, alive with her fear.

Then, a voice—warm, honeyed, familiar.

"I guess this’ll do." Kael. His scent flooded her senses, cedar and musk, grounding her in the chaos.

He stepped from the shadows, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief and something deeper.

His presence was vivid, too real for this nightmare.

"Kael?" Rhea’s voice trembled, her amber eyes wide. "What are you doing here?"

He laughed, low and teasing, his smile curling with promise. "I’m here to play." With a snap of his fingers, their clothes vanished.

Her tank top and pants, his shirt and jeans—gone, leaving only bare skin and the electric heat of his gaze.

Her breath hitched, her body bared to the cool air and his hungry stare.

"Now, Rhea," Kael murmured, his voice a velvet caress, "let’s have some fun."

Another snap, and one of the shadowy hands shifted, sliding up her leg.

It lifted her thigh high, hooking it over her shoulder, leaving her balanced on one trembling leg.

The position opened her to him, her core exposed, pulsing with a mix of fear and want.

"I know you like it," Kael said, his eyes locked on hers. He stepped closer, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the cold grip of the shadows. "Don’t you, Rhea?"

"Please," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread, "be gentle."

Kael’s smile softened, but his eyes burned.

He closed the distance, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and ravenous.

His tongue teased hers, drawing a soft moan from her throat. His hands roamed, one cupping her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it hardened, the other sliding down her waist, anchoring her as he pressed himself against her.

Then, with a slow, sensual thrust, he entered her.

The stretch was exquisite, filling her completely, the shadowy hands holding her steady as he moved.

Each roll of his hips was measured, deep, stoking the fire building in her core.

Rhea’s head fell back, her red hair spilling like flames, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

The darkness seemed to pulse with them, the hands tightening their grip as Kael’s pace quickened.

"Rhea," he growled against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.

The sound of her name in his voice, raw and possessive, sent her spiraling.

Her body clenched around him, pleasure cresting in a white-hot wave. novelbuddy.cσ๓

"AAAAH~!" She cried out, her climax crashing through her, leaving her trembling in the shadows’ embrace.

Rhea woke with a gasp, her sheets tangled and damp beneath her.

Her panties felt wet, soaked.

Did I just have a wet dream?