Mistress of Souls, page 21
Hunter sucks in a sharp breath at the intrusion.
He attempts to lift his head to kiss me, and I allow it, meeting his lush lips halfway. I groan into his mouth as our tongues languidly dance, reveling in the pleasure of my dick being stroked with one of my shadows.
His erection pulses against the groove between the sets of my abs, and his knot rubs against my Adonis belt, massaging us both. He grunts against my lips. His eyes roll back in his head when I press my weight onto him, making his pleasure soar. He is so swollen and painful with need.
I cannot wait to see the look on her face when she sees me with him, the male she has been a mistress to.
The game started ages ago, but now it’s time to see who will win.
I must make her feel even a sliver of the suffering that I felt. I crave to see her jealous. I want to see her enraged beauty. I know how she feels. Seeing it on her face almost brings me to the brink of climax.
Returning my attention to Hunter, I notice his eyes are closed again. His body is slightly trembling. Pre-come is covering his abdomen, and he’s mumbling incoherently in Scottish. I remove his shadow gag to hear him at full volume.
A gasp escapes him as he opens his eyes again. “Shite, it feels so good. Don’t stop, Brad.”
“Do not speak. I only removed your gag so I could enjoy your moans and grunts. Those are the only acceptable noises to make from your whorish lips,” I snap at him.
I stop the movement of my hips and he growls deeply in frustration. I raise an eyebrow and throw all my daddy dom disapproval his way.
I snatch his ankles and bend his knees, pressing his feet flat on the table. His toes just meet the edge. I manifest more shadows and bind him to the table to keep him in this position. I grip the sides of the table on the outside of his legs. It’s time to end this and embrace both of our pleasures.
But it’s then that I sense something more from the room next to us. Somehow, my angel has figured out that there is a game in play when there shouldn’t be anyone here. I can feel the change in the human technology that will allow her to see me, us. There might even be a bit of magic involved.
I turn my head to the side slightly, continuing to thrust into Hunter and relishing in the fact that my Angel is watching. In fact, she will be wishing it was her beneath me, even though she despises the very idea.
Whether tech or magic, my power overrides it and I can see into the other room. I cannot fully describe the look on her face, as it is a mixture of so many emotions, but the overall effect is stunning.
Color rises high on her pale pink cheeks, making them flush darker. I succeeded in surprising her.
Her lips are open in a soft O shape as she stares.
One palm is pressed flat on the mirror, and the other is threaded through her gorgeous pink tresses, pulling on her scalp in fury. The sight of her fingers brings the thought of my hands being in place of hers, grabbing a thick section of hair in my fist.
Chapter 23
Mariax
MY Hunter.
Mine.
Everything seems to be happening in slow motion. My feet are grounded to the spot.
Raising my eyes, I meet Hunter’s lust-glazed ones.
He lies on the sterile metal table in the adjacent room. Head turned towards the mirror watching what Ian is doing to him in the reflective surface, his back flattened to the surface. His hands are bound above his head with shadows. His howls of pleasure fill the room. My mind is taking too long to process what is happening.
My eyes dilate, and a hot flush rises to my cheeks as I finally take in the whole scene. A male is standing between Hunter’s muscular thighs, rhythmically thrusting into him.
I don’t want to feel the heat pooling between my thighs. Why am I aroused by watching someone I hate fuck my lycan? My sub?
If there’s anything I learned about my ex-daddy over the course of our relationship, it’s that he’s dangerously possessive, and that’s putting it mildly.
If another being touched me without his permission, he threatened to cane me until my body failed to hold me up and then lock me naked in a cage at the foot of his bed for a week. One time, he slowly drained the lifeblood from a demon in the streets of Inferuna for staring at me as we passed. The dirt below him turned to mud as the blood leaked from the puncture in his throat.
It took a lot of time and effort to get him to see that Tiffany was just my best friend. That she never had any intention of being with me sexually. He eventually ceded to this understanding, but not before he made it clear just how painful he would make her death if I ever had a reason to hurt because of her.
So, to come to my place and create this spectacle just to be caught…is unusual. He was always a bit mad, but I never expected him to be with another in front of me.
I can’t catalog the range of emotions coursing through me, but some of the distinct ones are jealousy, hatred, arousal, fury.
With that thought, I stalk over to the rack with my canes and seize one before swinging it in an arch and slamming it into the two-way mirror repeatedly. Finally, there is a big enough opening into the adjacent room. I toss the cane to the side and analyze the scene before me, but nothing has improved. He is still inside Hunter but moving slower as they both stare at me.
Hunter’s wide eyes are dilated, but he doesn’t truly see me, so deep into subspace his surroundings are essentially numb. Yet, he is bound by those resilient and unbreakable shadows. Once they have you in their grasp, you do not move until their master allows it.
My rage grows when I shift my gaze to him. My vision tunnels as wrath consumes me.
I step through onto the decimated remains of the glass, crunching and grinding under my boots. I storm over to him while simultaneously wrapping my tail around his throat and fisting his tousled dark hair.
I rip him out of Hunter, and we slam into the wall behind him; I enjoy the sickening crack of his head as it smashes back. The tip of my tail becomes a blade while still choking him. I release his hair briefly and bend to snatch the dagger from my boot, swiftly digging it into the space between his erection and balls.
I glance up when his hiss becomes a groan of pleasure, the vibration of the sound traveling through my tail like a direct line to my clit.
My breath falters as he speaks a bit breathlessly, “Hello, Angel.”
His voice nearly causes me to moan, so gravely, deep, familiar, and filled with dark promises.
“That dagger feels very familiar.”
I stand quickly and seize a fistful of his hair again, my tail remains choking and slightly cutting his neck.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Ian?” I seethe, pulling on his hair and digging my sharpened nails into his scalp, the dagger in my other hand pressing harder into his sensitive flesh.
Warm blood trails onto my fingers from the slice.
“You didn’t miss me?” he says and smirks, his hands rising to rest on my waist before drawing me against him. “Damn, I love knife play. You’ve never used two blades at once before,” he punctuates his comment with a few strokes of his hips, driving himself onto the blade and groaning loudly.
Feeling his half naked body against mine is overwhelming. The combination of his hard dick and zipper below it slowly rubbing against the thin layer of cloth covering my pussy is erotic, the sensation creating an inferno of heat to flood my core.
I squeeze my eyes closed, refusing to forget my loathing for this male and everything he has done to me. Breathing deeply, I become bombarded with his scent, mixed with sex.
It’s a heady combination and I feel momentarily drunk on it.
“Fuck this!” I dig the blade at his neck deeper, rivets of blood run down Ian’s throat and drip onto his naked tattoo covered chest. “You do not have permission to appear out of nowhere, like you’re making some grand entrance. I have no doubt you planned out every detail…”
He brings an arm up between us, grabbing my tail just before the sharp end, dragging it down sharply to slice my own flesh.
Pain lances through me, blood welling and flowing down the lacerations. I loosen my hold during the momentary distraction.
Ian uses that time to grab my other wrist that is holding the dagger and squeeze. Bones crunch and grind together before I’m forced to let the weapon fall. While I’m blinded by the pain, he shoves me backward and uses his momentum to spin out of my hold.
He’s now a few feet away as we square off.
I know the only reason Hunter hasn’t barreled his way into this fight is because he remains bound and gagged by shadows.
“You’re going to regret coming back into my life,” I growl, every word dripping with venom.
I don’t know why I’m surprised when his deep laughter resonates from within his chest. I slowly stalk towards him. For every step I take, he takes one back. Ian hasn’t changed at all since I last saw him. He’s still the tyrant who demands obedience from everyone around him.
And now after everything he’s already taken from me, everything I still suffer through, he wants my Pup too?
Never.
For a moment, he actually looks pained by my words and his voice softens, “Angel, I never left.”
He stands there sexier than he ever had a right to, with his still hard dick standing above his unzippered jeans. I grin at his arrogance when I realize where he stopped backing up and his head tilts slightly in confusion.
I’m no longer the same lost little demon, and he is going to find out just how different I am.
Chapter 24
Ian
Mariax sprints forward, throwing all of her power into her legs. I only have time to brace myself as she crashes into my chest, knocking the air from my lungs, and we plummet through the jagged remains of the mirror.
I roll away from her into a crouching position. Before I manage to stand, a sharp sting registers across the entire right side of my face as she slaps me with her tail.
I grab her tail and wrap it around my wrist, lashing out with a shadow to snatch her long braid. My shadow yanks her head back and I step up close to her, unleashing nearly my full well of power. Her eyes dilate and her body shivers as wave after wave of dark energy skims her flesh.
Blood drips from my wrist when she shifts her tail into something akin to barbed wire. On instinct, I release my hold and she pulls her tail back quickly, causing the little barbs to deepen the lacerations as they tear out of my skin.
I hiss through clenched teeth, trying to rein in the pain she caused, gripping her hair tighter with my shadows.
She spins in my grasp, twisting her body and ripping out several strands of hair in the process. She faces the wall that was previously at her back, donkey kicking me straight in the chest, forcing me to relent and step back a few paces.
I don’t know where she learned more in the art of fighting, but she has improved greatly since I began her training.
We collide again and again, making contact with the other’s flesh in a blur of movement, moving across the room with each strike.
I press Mariax against the wall with a restraint web, wrapping a hand around her throat. Shadow limbs creep up her thigh while she’s held in place, screaming with the fury of a Valkyrie.
I hold her in place and slowly remove my jeans. They were becoming a nuisance and hindering my range of movement since they were already halfway down my ass as I fucked Hunter.
She lowers her head in an attempt to headbutt me when I step out of my jeans. I squeeze her airway tighter and lean back to watch her flawless skin change colors as she loses oxygen.
So beautiful.
She uses my obsession with her against me, kneeing me in the balls while I am enraptured. I release her throat to cup my balls, but circle her ankle with a shadow limb.
She quickly spins to my left so she’s behind me and shoves me into the wall. She cackles when my body thuds against the cement and metal grid, my forehead bashes against it as well.
This is becoming tiresome. I will remind her who I am and what I am capable of.
I whip shadows from the ether and capture Mariax’s wrists, binding them together in front of her. I turn her slowly to face me as she tries to struggle free, shoulders jerking and muscles straining, momentarily panicked by the confines. However, I watch as her resolve strengthens.
She dashes forward and throws her bound arms over my neck. Hoisting herself up to circle her legs around my waist, she arches her back, causing me to palm her ass for something to regain my balance. However, my attempt at staying upright fails and we crumble like a house of cards.
We’re a tangled mess of limbs, but her horns seem to glimmer in the light, like a beacon begging to be used. I grab the base of her horns where they connect to her skull and throw her over my head and onto her back.
I stand, admiring the view.
Her skin is flushed, our blood covers her flesh and the remnants of her clothing. Her top is now cut to ribbons, one of her nipples toying with me as it peeks in and out of a tear.
I flex my shadows and drag her toward the spanking bench in the corner. I’ll immobilize her and then spank the shit out of her ass for her disrespect and ignorance of the pain she caused me all these centuries.
In a surprise move, she manages to get her feet under her and runs backward until her back is flush with my side.
Chapter 25
Hunter
What the fuck is happening? He knows Mariax? Is he one of her clients?
Questions swirl in my mind rapidly, practically smashing into the next before the initial question formed.
There is a cacophony of sounds coming from the other room. It’s like a damn war has broken out in The Snuggle Pit. Confusion and pure rage war with each other inside my mind. My muscles shake with the effort to free myself from my binds, but they have no give.
I refuse to be left here like some forgotten fuck boy.
How do they know each other?
Floating in a cloud of impending bliss caused me to miss most of their brief conversation, but I know Mariax called him Ian.
Has this Ian been parading around as Brad to use me?
I grip the edge of the table hard enough that I hear metal protesting and pull my body upward with my abdominal muscles. I gain less than a centimeter of space between my lower back and the table.
Mariax’s screams, much like a highlander’s war cry, blast into the room. Brad’s shadows, NO, godsdamn Ian’s shadows dissolve as their fighting intensifies, and he loses his connection with them.
Fucking finally!
I sit up slowly, my mind swimming with the movement, and my disorientation worsens for a moment. Exhaustion sweeps over me in waves. My mind is warring with itself. One half is content to remain disconnected in subspace, while the other half needs to witness what is happening in the other room.
I swivel my legs over the edge of the table and hop off. Stumbling completely nude over to the broken window to take in the carnage, I ignore the way my feet are cut to pieces. Glass cuts into my palms as I press them to either side of the opening and watch the scene unfolding before me.
Lust overtakes me as I watch them attacking each other again and again. I lean into the jagged glass, hissing as the shards dig into my shoulder deeply, and palm my still hard cock in one hand and gently massage my knot in the other, attempting to alleviate some of the deep ache.
Having a swollen knot is so much worse than blue balls.
I run my thumb over my piercings and groan. Why couldn’t they have waited to battle until I came? My ass feels empty after being used, aching to be full again.
How did I not realize the shite he was slinging was all lies? He never even told me his name, I practically strangle my cock with the realization. How can I still care about what happens to him when he used me so heartlessly?
Mariax slashes her tail wickedly, blood sprays from the back of Ian’s knee as she slices to the bone.
He falls heavily to one injured knee as it gives out and he crashes into the spanking bench with the rest of his body. He groans loudly, the wood and metal making up the bench splinters under his weight. Mariax launches on top of his bowed back and tears at his neck with her wee fangs. He rears back and headbutts her in the face, but their combined weight defeats the structure of the spanking bench fully and it collapses.
Mariax screams like a banshee when her nose breaks from the impact of Ian’s skull and the fine hairs all over my body stand on end. She is vengeance reincarnate, and she has never looked more wild and beautiful. Blood gushes from her nostrils, and her clothing barely exists anymore. Thin strips of fabric cling to her form, large patches of skin showing in between.
I grip the edges of the mirror tighter as I fight my instincts and my wolf to intervene. Two beings I care for deeply are tearing each other apart. I am losing the battle to keep my sanity as my anger, confusion, lust, and pride ripple over me in waves.
I honestly don’t know who will win, and that thought terrifies me. Are they fighting to the death, or just aiming to seriously harm and maim? Mariax and Ian are giving all of themselves to this fight, careless to the injuries on their person or each other.
The tension between them grows the longer the fight continues.
Watching them, I come to the conclusion that this is necessary.
This is more than just hate, the emotions from them both so thick in the air, I can practically taste them. Whatever it is they have to work out between them will eventually be fought in words, so it is better they dish out the physical violence before they even try to really speak to each other.
I’m concerned they will seriously damage each other, but my arousal is a lust crazed beast. Everything in my groin is swollen and watching them roll on the floor and connect flesh to flesh endlessly has me feeling like I might burst.
