A week went by fast but things had changed. He felt more towards her. He didn't let her slip through his hands again. Every night he would take her body, giving her as much pleasure as he could. It was still wild and crazy sex but she seemed to only want it that way.

He was the first one to wake up. It was the same every morning. He would watch her sleep, waiting for her to open her eyes. Those brilliant blue eyes that took away his breath every morning. She gave him so much except for the one thing he really wanted. Her name.

He didn't know why it was such a big deal to her. Maybe she was scared anybody would have heard of her and contact Lesnar. Dean didn't care. Lesnar could come all he wanted. If he dared stepping foot in their town, he would be a dead man. Dean would personally make sure of that.

"Wake up," he tickled the tip of her nose with his finger. "Come on, little miss Mayhem, you're sleeping in today."
"Your wore me out last night," she complained. "I'm tired."
"I don't recall you asking me to stop," he said.

He wrapped an arm around her, pulled her close and kissed her.

"You had your tongue so far up my pussy that it went places no tongue has ever been before. Of course I didn't ask you to stop," she said.

She finally opened her eyes and was met by his boyish smile and shining eyes. There was a sense of pride in those eyes from the words she had just let out.

"You moan so sweet when I eat you out," he said. "I could do it all day long."
"Please do," she smirked.
"Yeah, you'd like that," he chuckled. "Come on, sleepyhead. We're hitting the shower and then coffee."
"Lots of coffee!" She demanded. "I need a fucking gallon."

They were downstairs half an hour later. Most of the men were up and going.

"Hi cunt," she punched Seth's shoulder playfully.
"Hi bitch," he countered.

Dean just smiled. Within a week she had managed to make friends with everyone in the house. Her and Seth seemed to have put their first little misunderstanding behind them and instead fought in a friendly way.

"You're too fucking chipper too fucking early," Roman growled from his seat.
"Bark for me, big dog! Woof woof!" She stuck out her tongue. "Why are you always so grumpy in the morning?"
"Because my room is right next to Dean's and somebody is keeping me awake every night," he managed to smile. "Wanna guess who?"
"I'm innocent," she held up her hands. "Dean masturbates really loud."
"And moans like a woman too," Roman added.
"Take it up with him," she said.

She ruffled Roman's hair before taking his empty coffee cup and refilling it. Dean stood there smiling, waiting for her to hand him a cup too. He really liked that she was getting along with everyone in the house. If it was up to him, she was gonna stay with them for the long run.

"At least I get to sleep tonight," Roman said. "Dean's on night watch duty."
"Care to join me, little miss Mayhem?" Dean asked.
"No sex while on duty!" Seth reprimanded.
"I would never," Dean whistled.
"Yeah, I'll join you," she smiled at him.

That night he tried not to get distracted by her but she had become a drug to him. He could never get enough.

"Come here," he pulled her close to kiss her.
"Dean, we're on duty," she giggled.
"I just need a little bit. I'm not gonna fuck you," he backed her up against a tree. "Besides, no one ever crosses that bridge. You were the only one."
"Kiss me," she purred.

He kissed her for minutes, forgetting the world around him. The world came crashing in hard and painful as a blade went into his side. He fell to the ground and looked up at Finn Balor from The Balor Club. Finn didn't even look at Dean. He had his eyes on her.

"Hi Mayhem," he said. "We have unfinished business."

Dean wouldn't let it happen. Finn's pride had been hurt because a woman had kicked the shit out of him but he wasn't allowed to kill her. Not on Dean's watched. He fought through the pain as he grabbed Finn's legs and tripped him. She didn't miss a beat as she sat down on her knees on Finn's arm, taking the knife from his hand and placing it against his throat. Dean had crawled up to hold Finn's other arm while he watched her.

"Who knows you're here?" She asked.
"No one," Finn answered.
"How did you even know I was here?" She asked.
"I saw you running around with him two days ago when you were trading with Evolution," he answered.
"Dean?" She looked at him.
"Your call," Dean said.
"We can't have him tell his gang I'm here. He'll never stop coming," she said.
"Do you want me to do it?" He asked.

He held out his hand so she could give him the knife but instead she slit Finn's throat on her own. He could see that it wasn't her first time killing someone and he had never for one second believed she was that innocent. No one in this town was that innocent, especially not one that had survived on her own for three years.

"Let's get you inside and looked at," she helped him up. "Someone else can bury this piece of trash."

She supported him inside. Roman and Seth flew out to take care of Finn's remains while she patched up Dean. Luckily it wasn't anything serious but he would be sore for a while.

"Okay, up to bed with you," she said.

She helped him up the stairs and into his room where she undressed him and helped him to lie down on his back before she undressed herself.

"Come here," he beckoned her over with his hand.

She crawled up on the bed between his legs, kissing her way up his thigh.

"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Ssh," she shushed him. "Close your eyes and enjoy."

She wrapped her lips around his dick and his eyes closed. It felt so good and he just let lust and pleasure take over. He let her dominate him like that for a couple of minutes and then lightly tugged on her hair.

"Mayhem, stop," he panted. "I want you."

She moved up to straddle him and sank down on him. He pulled her down on his chest, kissing her and roaming his fingers through her hair and down her back, not allowing her to go crazy on him like they usually did. Instead they moved slow until she fell apart first with him following seconds later.

"Damn! I should get stabbed more often if this is the outcome," he kissed her forehead. "So I guess that makes me special."

He referred to the blowjob with their conversation one week before. He expected a giggle but she just gave him a halfhearted smile as she slid down next to him. She kissed up his jaw until she reached his ear.

"My name is Mia," she almost whispered.

He felt like his stomach got filled with rocks. He had wanted to know her name but the way she said it, the things leading up to it, he felt dread. He had a feeling what was going to happen next. He rolled over and groaned in pain, yet still doing his best to ignore it as he pulled her close and held her tight.

"Stay," he begged. "Stay with me."

She didn't say anything. She just kissed him and gently rolled him back down on his back. Stubbornly he pulled her up to lie on his chest where he once again could wrap his arms tightly around her. He was gonna hold on to her all night long if that was what it would take.

He woke up alone. Her side of the bed was cold. He got out of bed and got dressed, hissing in pain with every move. He walked out of his room and held on tight to the banister as he moved down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Morning Dean," Seth said.
"Anyone seen Mayhem?" Dean asked.
"No, I thought she was still up in your room. She's not in the house," Roman answered.
"Fuck!" Dean kicked the nearest chair and hissed in pain again.
"Easy, brother," Roman got up and placed a hand on Dean's arm.
"She's gone, Roman," Dean said. "She's fucking gone."

A/N:
Sorry for leaving it open like this. I do have an idea for a sequel but I'm still trying to figure out the best way to go around it so no promises.

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