Mistress of Souls, page 22
I stroke myself as I watch them, bitter at being forgotten but aroused to the point of no return. My length jerks in my hand as my thumb runs over the slit in my head.
Ian picks up the remainder of the spanking bench, heaves it above his head, and then launches it across the room with a roar. It splinters into a million wood fragments, bursting out like the shards after a grenade has exploded.
They block their faces with their forearms simultaneously, as if they practiced for this exact moment. But the fight still doesn’t cease. They haven’t said anything this entire time, it’s just grunting, panting, and groans of pain.
They face off, chests heaving, and hands clenched in the fists at their sides.
Chapter 26
Mariax
Ian and I face each other, sweat, and blood splatters the concrete below us. Everything he does has me on edge, from his pompous attitude to his tempting body.
He blows a puff of air out of the side of his mouth to get a piece of hair out of his eye, before running a bloodied hand along his jaw, the light stubble creating a soft rasp against his palm. Blood drips down the massive skull tattooed across his abdomen, the trail in their wake resembling tears.
Why did he have to add more tattoos?
Tattoos and piercings are like crack to me. I cannot resist once I’ve had a hit. I’m frustrated and pissed off that I still have feelings for him, and now I’m going to swoon over his bloody and tattooed ripped body?
I ignore my body, urging me to run my tongue down his throat and swirl it on the black rose tattooed onto the hollow of his throat and listen to my brain.
He sighs deeply, as if in contemplation of what to do with me now, so I answer the question for him. I rush him, knowing he will easily sidestep me. When my path is clear, I mean to parkour the shit out of the wall in front of me, but as my foot collides with the wall and I rebound, Ian is right behind me.
My slowly healing nose bashes against his chest, breaking anew. Pain lances through my face, and I shove myself away from him. He becomes slightly unbalanced, so I use it to my advantage, dropping and kicking his legs out from under him.
We are close enough now to the giant X in the center of my restraint grid on the wall with the arm and leg restraints attached to chains. I stretch my arm as far as it will go, reaching for one, but he seizes my wrist in his, pulling it down in a way that would break a mortal’s bones. My tendons and bones protest, but it does not snap as he intended.
I hate that he knows what I’m trying to do.
Elbowing him in the face with my free arm, I feel it sink into the soft flesh of his eye socket. He cuts off my airway by digging his forearm into my throat. We scramble along the floor in front of the Saint Andrew’s cross for an immeasurable amount of time before I feel his shadows wrap around my torso, drawing me towards him.
Pressing another shadow onto my spine, he forces me to arch and raise my ass. I don’t get a chance to protest before he is raining blows across both cheeks. The burn from the blows is intense, and I already feel hand-shaped welts rising to the surface.
His hard-on presses into the back of my thighs, and it’s too much. Warmth floods my sex and slowly drips down my thighs. I know he can smell my arousal.
His shadows tighten in response, and he grinds against me, the shredded leggings doing little as a barrier between us.
He tears a new hole in the fabric at the apex of my thighs, essentially transforming them into the shortest mini skirt I’ve ever seen. But that isn’t enough. Ian’s hands and more shadows work with frenzied movements to rid me of the fabric. All that remains is the elastic at the waist and a strip hanging down one side.
“Get the fuck off me!” I screech before I let my lust take over my senses and beg him to fuck me.
“Just remember you asked for this,” he responds cryptically, his voice hoarse and deep.
Ian’s power pulses around me, and I’m flying across the room back to where the remnants of the two-way mirror lay scattered when his shadows act as a slingshot.
I hit the ground hard and roll, fresh cuts and bruises forming as he hunts me. He is incredibly sexy, sprayed in blood, his tattoos hardly visible in some areas from the gore. A large cut runs across his cheekbone, and his bottom lip is split, making me want to bite it and suck the warm essence into my mouth even though I hate him as much as I do.
He goes for brute force again, and I dance away, using my knowledge of the room to my advantage. Jumping up, I grab the grid across the ceiling and wrap my legs around his neck. He grips them, trying to pry them off of him. I’m holding him so tightly between my thighs that I know he can’t breathe.
I let go of the rungs above when he looks like he’s about to pass out. We drop, and his back meets the floor. I land on top of him, sprawled out on top of his chest. My knees crack against the concrete when I fall, pain radiates throughout my body. I’m sure they’re fractured.
I scooch back a little on his hard chest, enjoying the dazed look on his face. No doubt temporarily concussed when his head met the concrete. He’ll heal in a moment, so I take him in while I can. I can feel his growing erection behind the base of my tail, even if his brain is scrambled.
I bite my lip, trying to hide the grin forming on my face when I get an idea.
There was never a better way to get back at Ian than taking away his power in the bedroom. Even when he was teaching me how to be a dominant and he would play submissive, he was still mostly in control of the scene. However, there were times when I took full control, and so with that inspiration in mind; my tail becomes a wicked blade behind my back.
I trail it down his inner thigh from the tender skin below his balls to his knee. He groans, and I cover his mouth with my palm. His eyes are now aware, and they flash with anger and heat.
He grips the outside of my thighs with his hands and his shadows grip my calves, but they don’t force me off him as I expected. Instead, he holds me down and moves his hips with need.
I turn my head to look over my shoulder, the desperate need to reacquaint myself with the dick I knew so well, overtaking the anger. I stare at his length. Runes tattooed in thin, delicate lines cover his shaft. I gasp in a breath at these new additions, wondering what would possess him to add them to his body.
I become distracted when he gently kisses my inner thigh and then bites it viciously. Pain blends with pleasure as his teeth sink into my flesh. I scream and grab his stubbled jaw, squeezing it open and forcing him to release me.
Focusing on his face, I resume my exploration with my tail.
It shifts to its normal form, latching onto his dick in a coil of undulating flesh. I move it up and down, using the blood on his body as lubrication.
Slipping my hands into my tank, I pull the cloth tight and rip the majority of it from my body. Only a small piece of the top is left covering part of one breast, but the other is exposed completely. I palm my covered tit while the nipple ring in the exposed one glimmers in the light above.
Ian’s head, thrown back in pleasure, lifts as his sight zeros in on my piercing, but before he can move, I climb onto his face.
Ian gets over the shock of seeing me partially bare real fast. Grabbing my thighs, he attacks my core with vigor, biting and sucking on my lips and ghosting my clit with his tongue. He might have claimed to hate my body mods, but he could never help himself when they were in his face, the evidence of it continuing to grow harder within the coil of my tail.
Just as I wish he were buried inside me, he transforms his tongue into one that’s long, with tiny bumps all over one side.
I buck against the intrusion, reminded about all the times in our past he used to enjoy torturing me with a new tongue. He rarely used the same one twice, and it always left me shattered into a million pieces when I came. Ian is employing the same methods now, the swirling of the abnormal appendage mind-altering.
A blend of a growl and grunts draws my attention to the left. In the cataclysmic events that followed, finding Ian, I completely forgot about Hunter. How did he get free from the shadows?
Fuck! Guilt consumes me, nearly snuffing out my desire.
But then I realize, although I cannot fix the current situation, I can put on a show to help Hunter find the release he deserves.
I nearly beg Hunter to join us, but just then, Ian sucks on my clit with strong, sharp pulses.
I massage my tits with my hands, flicking my pierced nipples with my thumbs intermittently, watching Hunter’s glazed over eyes. My tail still works behind me, and it slides along Ian’s length easily, with the copious pre-come trailing down from the head, pink now that is mixed with the blood.
Hunter strokes himself with one hand while massaging his knot with the other. His knot is so swollen and begging for release.
He’s leaning heavily on the edge of the sharp glass mirror, causing blood to drip down his right arm. His feet are still in the room beyond, but his torso tilts slightly forward, as if drawn to us by an invisible tether. Hunter is practically panting as he jerks himself off, keeping his eyes locked with mine. His pace matches both my hips and tail.
Each bar of his ladder adds to his building bliss.
I don’t look away from him for a second as I ride Ian’s mouth with abandon, reveling in the feeling of him eating me out with his monster tongue. I continue gyrating my hips and force Ian and Hunter to groan with my increased pace.
It feels incredible to watch Hunter and soak in my own pleasure.
His tattooed chest flexes with his ministrations, causing his nipple piercings to wink in the light. I ache to run my tongue over all of his piercings. To feel them match my body temperature as I consume them with my mouth and cunt, and my tail’s grasp jerks faster and harder in response to my thoughts.
Hunter is close, and he’s also in deep sub-space. I fight my own lust filled thoughts as I focus on what Hunter needs, and right now he needs his mistress.
I continue riding Ian’s face as I speak to Hunter. “Come for me, Pet. Show your mistress how much you enjoy watching her get eaten out.”
Hunter moans at the sound of my command, his strokes uncontrolled
“Lift your heavy balls into your palm and pull gently. You’re such a good boy. Come now,” I direct him firmly, barely able to hang onto coherent thoughts.
“Mistress…Mar… Fuuuuuuuck!”
Hunter’s head tips back as he covers himself in cum, shooting it all over his stomach, covering his fist before spilling into a puddle on the floor. Hunter always releases copious amounts of cum, but it’s so much hotter watching him come from afar.
Like his orgasm drained the strength from his muscular legs, he wobbles as if he’s inebriated, catching himself on the sharp mirror again.
I’m about to call off this whole thing when he smiles softly and nods as if to say keep goin’ lassie, somehow looking restful, leaning on shards of pain.
Unlike Hunter’s smile, nothing about this reunion of sorts is slow and gentle. It’s quick, violent, and dirty. Quicker than I’d like. I’m reaching the precipice.
Bracing my hands on the ground, I thrust my pussy onto Ian’s face as hard as possible. My toes are going numb, signaling my impending orgasm.
Ecstasy blooms in my core, the razor’s edge I’m balancing on tilts and I freefall willingly into Nirvana.
I drive forward with my hips, my pubic bone smashing into Ian’s nose, breaking it. More blood pools beneath me as Ian fights for breath. Warm ropes of cum jet onto my back, his nails and shadows digging into my thighs as he finishes with me.
I climb off of him and then stand above him.
“You owe me a new spanking bench, Cupcake,” I state with an air of authority before turning on my heel and stomping to the door.
Chapter 27
Mariax
I stomp into the hallway completely bare, slamming the door behind me with enough force to send a crack across the outside edge…I couldn’t care less. I pace in front of the door, shoving my fingers into the now absolute bird’s nest I call my hair and pulling hard.
I don’t know how to handle the emotions boiling in my gut.
Dadd—Ian is here. Ian has violently shattered my reality in seconds.
And then there’s Hunter. I want to feel angry with him for being with Ian, but the dominant part of me recognizes he was deep in sub-space and hasn’t had proper aftercare.
I saw the look on both of their faces when they were having sex. There is a deep connection between them. Ian is fighting it, but Hunter is already addicted, locked into Ian’s gravitational pull…just like I was.
I need space to decompress and reevaluate my life’s choices.
And that’s when I notice Lauren.
She stands completely still in the hallway, her muscles tense with the sight of me, eyes wide and mouth popped open in shock.
There is color high on her cheeks, and I can see the tips of her wings above her head in the doorway. She holds a whip in one hand, dangling down by her thigh. She’s just finishing up with a new client session.
She finally regains her voice. “Holy shit, Mistress, what–”
“Long story, but I need you to go to my playroom, collect Hunter and the other male, and place them in separate quarters.”
“Wait, what’s happened?” Lauren asks with concern.
“I don’t have the physical or mental capacity to explain right now. But be gentle with Hunter. He is just coming out of subspace.”
“Mistress, you didn’t have a session with Hunter today and I didn’t see him arrive.”
I run a hand through my pink nest I call hair, my fingers getting caught in something sticky.
“It’s complicated. Please, just follow my instructions. Hunter needs all the aftercare you can give him. Have him shower or take a bath, treat any unhealed wounds, and tuck him into one of the snuggliest apartments we have.” I blow out a long breath and continue as I rub my temples. “Actually, grab the softest throw from my bed too so he can be wrapped in my scent since I can’t be there,” I add, my voice cracking on the last word.
I’m visibly losing my composure, and thankfully, Lauren doesn’t question me.
Her eyes are full of concern as she appraises me. “Yes, Mistress. I’ll tend to them.”
I can tell she wants a further explanation, and to console me, but she holds her tongue she runs off to do as I told her.
What the fuck am I going to do with them?
Chapter 28
Hunter
I’ve run my hands through my hair for the hundredth time, cursing viciously under my breath in Gaelic and pacing back and forth in front of the huge pine tree in front of me.
Mariax hasn’t spoken to either of us since it happened, and this is the first time in days I’ve been outside of The Snuggle Pit. I had no desire to leave her with her memories or him, but my wolf demanded we head to the woods.
I cannot fathom how I didn’t realize Brad wasn’t who he claimed to be. He’s not who I thought I was falling in love with. Fuck, I’ve fallen for them both. This explains why I’ve cut everyone else off sexually and didn’t know why.
I don’t even know if he wants me for me or if I was just a means to an end. Either way, he used me, and that cannot stand. I feel like such an asshole laying there being pleasured as she looked on in horror.
I should have known better, I should have had Ian...Brad, whatever the fuck his name is, take me home instantly. And then I take it a step further and chug my cock in front of them while I watch them after their fight.
I don’t know what to do with these feelings.
It frustrates me that I’m falling hard for Ian. I don’t know if I can come back from that after everything that recently happened with Patrick. But I also love Mariax and will do anything I can to be with her.
Ian fucking used me to ease his path back into Mariax’s life. I can see that now that sex isn’t clouding my brain.
Something was off about him since the night I met him in the woods. Why couldn’t I see this before? He was far too interested in Mariax and her sex club, and I was blind to it all.
But the fact that I was just a pawn in his twisted game makes my fangs ache.
Ian needs to explain everything, especially why he would lie to us. Whatever he did was a betrayal. I will know the whole story. Next time I see him, I will have my answers one way or another.
I’m done with being a doormat.
No one is going to walk all over me ever again. I’m a fucking alpha lycan!
Chapter 29
Mariax
For several weeks after Ian rudely popped up into my world again, he showed up everywhere.
I told Hunter and Ian to leave after I separated them into different apartments in The Snuggle Pit. I refused to speak to either of them and saw no point in keeping them there.
Confusion and guilt swirl in my chest when I think of Hunter. He didn’t ask to be in the middle of Ian and me. I don’t even know why he suddenly decided to show himself.
I have noticed that whenever Ian is around, not as many odd things are happening. It could be a coincidence. However, that is very unlikely.
One of two things is possible.
Either Ian is somehow causing these disturbances, or he is the reason that they’re not happening, like whatever is stalking me is afraid of him. I still have no idea what is causing my cupboards to be left open or my dishes spread out in weird patterns.
Now, obviously, I’m a torture demon. Those kinds of things don’t scare me. But enough is enough. I need whatever is happening to stop, not out of fear, but for my mental state. And thanks to Ian, that crumbling wall is fast falling.
I don’t know how much more I can take.
But in reality, I’ve been feeling something watching me for longer than he says he’s been vancating into the human realm, longer than I even realized.
