by Knight
Grabbing the phone, I scroll through the contacts, hoping Jean Paul will have loaded some from before or kept updated numbers. When I spot the name Lucias, I grin.
Dialling, I grip the wheel as I speed through the night until the call connects.
“Who is this?” comes a heavily accented Russian voice.
“Is that anyway to greet an old friend?” I tease, and I hear him inhale.
“Aska, is dat you?” he asks, shocked.
“Yes,” I say simply.
“Well, shit, if you’re awake something is really fucking wrong,” he laments, and I hear him moving. I can picture him now, reclining in the leather chair in his council office. I have known Lucias since he was a youngling and I watched him all my life. He grew up fast, powerful as well, until he was asked to sit on the western council. He agreed.
“Aska?” he murmurs, sounding tired.
“What is wrong, Luke?” I ask, frowning.
“Nothing, nothing, just politics,” he grumbles, making me laugh.
“Well, you did choose that life, Luke,” I joke.
He mutters something in Russian. “Aska, why are you calling me?” He doesn’t say it harshly, more like he is curious. I made him vow to never wake me, I told him of my plans and he knew of my withdrawal from this life—so it’s a valid question.
Why am I awake? Her.
“The mate call,” is all I say.
“Well, shit,” he chokes out.
We both go silent, my own thoughts drifting to my life before my slumber. I had been through wars with this man, he is trustworthy and good...but that was a long time ago. Has this life changed him? Is he really the Luke I fought side by side with in the crusades? Can I trust him?
“родной брат?” he prods, always impatient, just like when he was a boy and used to follow me around trying to carry my sword for me after battle.
“I have too many enemies, brother. I have been gone too long and I fear for my mate. The witches hinted at things not quite being what they seem. I have a bad feeling,” I conclude, gritting my teeth and overtaking a car.
He sighs, moving around again, the seat creaking under his weight. “Your feelings are always right,” he points out.
“That is what I am worried about. Could you do some digging? Is there anything I need to know?” I inquire, knowing something is happening but unsure how to phrase it correctly.
“держать, one minute,” he mutters, his English mixing with his Russian like he does when he is upset. His chair creaks again, and I hear retreating footsteps and the banging of a door before his voice comes back through the speaker.
“Aska, the world has changed, so has the council’s job. We are struggling to maintain our hold over the races, they are far too spread apart and, well...losing power. This is a human’s world now, not a monster’s. What I know is some see us losing power as a good thing, others see it as a sign of weakness. That we are giving into the humans, letting the sheep rule us. They are unhappy,” he finishes, sounding more tired now than ever.
“Unhappy, how unhappy?” I growl.
“There has been...little spurts of rebellion, I would say. Nothing much, and we have kept it under wraps, but it is happening. But, I do not see why this would affect you. I shall do some digging surrounding your new mate and her location, see what I can come up with and let you know, da?” I can hear him rubbing his head now. Just how much pressure is Luke under?
“Yes, thank you, Luke,” I murmur, thinking his words through.
“Stay safe, da? I shall speak to you soon, and once you have your mate I would love to meet the woman who is going to tame the dragon,” he says then laughs, cutting off the call.
Knuckling down, I stare at the signs as I speed past, my dragon clambering to leave my body. This isn’t the world I left when I went away, we were gods. We were the dark, the reason humans prayed and locked their doors. Now...now we are almost being forgotten?
What does this mean for the monsters like me?
She moans in my arms, looking so beautiful with nothing but the stars behind her. Reminding myself to keep flying, I beat my wings and grit my teeth with the need to rip off her trousers and sink into her heat. But I want to prove I can be more than just a brutal fuck, since that’s what it’s always been so far. I want to prove I am more, especially after she trusted me with her life earlier. Crazy bitch.
The thought makes me grin, I had let my madness take over. It whispered lies and hurt until I couldn’t help it. Regret winds through me, even though she doesn’t seem to care. Again and again she lets me get away with this kind of shit, maybe it’s time I started to prove to her I can make a good mate too. More than just the crazy assassin she has seen. That I am hers.
Dipping my finger into her warm, wet heat, I slowly bring her to the edge before adding another finger and curling them inside of her. Grinning, I watch her eyes slip closed in pleasure as she holds on to me, her claws like a kitten cutting into my shoulders. She doesn’t even know how much trust she is putting in me right now, it’s astounding.
Deciding to move, I turn us flat so her back faces the ground while I fly and pleasure her. She cries out, her pussy clamping around me as she comes apart in my arms. She looks so fucking beautiful, my own mate.
She blinks open those stunning eyes, and I see that they are black. My cock is already hard, but it throbs when they lock on me. I love the soft side of her, but this? It sends me wild when her madness meets my own.
I speed up our flight, needing to get her back so I can have her. I need her screaming around my cock again. She grins and I pull my fingers from her pussy and out of her stolen pants. Watching her, I raise them to my lips and suck them clean, groaning at the delicious taste of her, which explodes on my tongue.
She moans and I wrap my other arm around her again, concentrating on flying so we can get there as fast as possible, but she catches me by surprise, something that rarely happens but only ever around her, when she reaches between us and slips her hand in my jeans, her palm wrapping around my hard cock and squeezing.
Swearing, I forget to beat my wings and we drop before I right us. She laughs, grinning at me wickedly. “Better remember to keep flying, Fallen.”
From anyone else it would be an insult, in my mate’s mouth she makes it seem like a compliment. Gritting my teeth, I concentrate on flying, leveling my breathing and trying to, unsuccessfully, ignore her exploring hands.
I nearly drop us three more times before I decide to fuck the flying, this isn’t going to work, but I need to try something first before I set us down and fuck her senseless. Gripping those trousers, I strip them off her, letting them flutter through the air below. She grins and I yank the boxers to the side and unzip my jeans. All of it is a struggle as I juggle to keep her in my arms and fly at the same time.
She wraps her hand more securely around my cock, obviously seeing where I’m going with this. She pumps me a few times and I swear, glaring at her while she blinks innocently. I hoist her up as far as I can without dropping her, and she lines herself up with me and we work together to slowly sink into her wet pussy. She’s so fucking tight that I see stars as I gnash my teeth and growl. Once I’m buried deep, I tuck my wings around us and dive bomb towards the earth.
She laughs, using her hands on my shoulders to lift herself as much as she can and drop, fucking me even as we plummet below. I’m too lost in her to control our landing, too fucking hard and turned on to concentrate.
Crazy, just like me.
When I blink my eyes open, not even realising I had closed them, I see the ground approaching, fast. Swearing, I curl my arms around her and try to slow our decent, but it’s no use.
We crash into the soil of a grassy hill, skidding through it, leaving a massive hole in our wake like a meteor. Breathing heavily, I push up and look down at her in panic, but she just laughs.
I grin and look around at the soil walls on either side of us, we are in our own crater. Before I can move to
check her over, she reaches down and cups my balls, dragging my gaze back to her.
“Fuck me,” she orders, kicking my arse with her feet as her hands go to the joining of my wings and strokes like she stroked my cock.
Groaning, I thrust forward, her pussy still gripping me, and when I spot the blood trickling down from her hairline, I slam inside her harder, knowing I hurt her and she didn’t fucking care.
“Griffin,” she moans, her head arched back as she cries my name to the sky like a prayer.
“Scream my name,” I gasped, before leaning down and circling her nipple with my tongue, then sucking it into my mouth. Loving the way her pussy clenches around me.
“Yes!” she screams as I slam into her harder. Lifting her leg, I use all my strength to fuck her. Knowing she can take it, take all of me.
My pace would split a human in two but she groans, her eyes dazed and her body arching beneath me, begging me for more as her mouth opens on another silent scream.
She’s so close, I can feel her pussy fluttering around me, trying to push me over the edge, but I grit my teeth, needing her to come. Her eyes flutter open and she grins, and her hand slide down her body until she cups my balls and squeezes.
My thrusts stutter before turning lethal, smashing into her and sending her screaming into an orgasm. Her pussy clamps down on me and I roar my release, pumping into her. I love the way she writhes beneath me, her hands clawing at the dirt, her eyes black as night.
When we catch our breath, we start laughing, and when I look at her and see those eyes of hers dancing with amusement, I can’t help myself. I lean down and kiss her hard, tangling my tongue with hers.
Dawn, Dawn, Dawn, what are you doing to me? She matches her name perfectly—like the morning, she is my new beginning, and I will fight to stay by her side even when she hates me. Even when she cringes away in fear, finally realising the extent of my depravity. I am hers now, her assassin, her monster.
The night to her morning, Dawn...you will never get away from me. I speak it like a promise into her mouth.
Pulling back, I smile softly at him and reach up to push back some of his hair. I know we should get back, I’m betting Nos is really worried by now, but I just want to take a moment to appreciate this soft side of Griffin he’s letting me see. Well, as soft as Griffin ever can be.
For once his eyes aren’t guarded or watching me warily, he’s just staring at me. Content. It’s strange. I love his madness, hell, I even love his anger, but can I love him?
My experience of loving people is twisted and messed up. My own family didn’t love me and the first man I ever said it to changed his mind a week later. Tim said he loved me, yet he hurt me. No, my own experiences in love aren’t great. What if I mess this up? What if loving his emotions aren’t enough, what if I can’t love him?
“What are you thinking about so hard?” he asks, without that usual bite in his tone.
“I’m messed up,” I blurt out, and his eyebrows raise and that mocking smile crosses his face like he can’t help it.
“So?” he prompts.
“I mean it, Griffin, I’m completely and utterly messed up,” I grumble, starting to get angry now that he isn’t taking me seriously when I’m trying to share.
He rolls his eyes. “Vasculo, you don’t think I know that? Fuck, we all are, even that god of yours. None of us are particularly sane or normal. Whatever you are thinking about, questioning yourself over—forget it,” he says, like it’s that simple.
Glaring at him, I huff, and glance over his shoulder at the sky, but he doesn’t let me get away with that. He grips my chin and forces me to look at him again, and I see his eyes swirling and I can’t help but lick my lips, knowing his darker side is coming back out to play. “I don’t give a shit if you are fucking insane, I am too. I won’t say you are my fucking light or some other fake shit, no. You are right there in the darkness with me, you’re not the easily breakable light. You are the strong, constant dark at my side,” he finishes, and my mouth opens in shock at his beautiful words.
“Don’t get all sappy on me,” he growls, looking instantly uncomfortable and I laugh, which ends in a gasp when he reaches down and cups my pussy, his cock still inside of me.
“I wonder, if I tasted you right now, would you taste like me?” he murmurs, making me moan as he presses hard, his cock moving in me slowly as he pulls out and thrusts back in.
I can feel the blood dripping from my cuts from the impact, hell, I felt at least two bones break, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was Griffin, and it’s the same now. He eclipses everything.
“We should get back, Nos will be worrying,” I suggest, but my whole heart isn’t in it.
He smirks, still fucking me shallowly. “We should.”
I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut when he presses down on my clit, and drags his cock over that spot inside of me. “W-we should leave before someone comes and investigates,” I try again and I look at him.
“Yes,” he agrees, picking up speed.
“W-we, fuck it,” I groan, wrapping my legs around him again and grinning when he laughs.
“Thank god, I was wondering how much longer you were going to go on for. I did think about shutting you up with my dick to your mouth,” he replies, his dirty words making me moan. “Don’t worry, you’ll be doing it later. I’m sure you will do or say something to piss me off and get me all riled up,” he warns and I laugh again.
“I love it when you get like that,” I reply honestly and he pauses, his eyebrow arching.
“You do it on purpose?” he asks incredulously.
“Yes,” I moan, rubbing against him and he growls, the sound travelling through my body, making me shiver as his wings shoot out of him on either side, blocking the sky and creating a cocoon.
“Oh, you will pay for that,” he threatens, his voice deadly.
“I was betting on it.” I wink.
When I get back to Griffin’s house they aren’t home. Glaring at everything, I stomp around the house, trying to control my rage. I could head to the dock but by the late hour, I am betting they aren’t there anymore. I just need to be patient, which with my mate’s life on the line, I am finding I am not very good at.
Blowing out a breath, I force myself to sit crossed-legged and tap into the nature around me. Letting the call of the birds and the breeze soothe me. Once I had made it from fae territory, I had sprinted back to my bike and forced the change, before shooting from my cave and speeding across the forest and city to make it back here.
Cracking open my eyes, calmer than before, I search the living room for something else to distract myself with. My eyes catch on a burst of colour on the fallen’s photo wall. Rising to my feet, I stalk across the room and stop before it, and a smirk curves my lips.
There, in the middle of the black and white photograph wall, is a full colour photograph of Dawn.
She’s staring into the camera with her hair like a halo around her. Not a lick of makeup mars her face, just that fucking cheeky smile that drives me crazy. Her eyes are filled with laughter and a dare. She looks like innocence and sin wrapped up in one, beautiful package.
Griffin might see the rest of the world in shades of grey, but it’s obvious he sees Dawn in all her splendid coloured glory. To him, the rest of the world is bland and she is his colour. Maybe he is trying to stop fighting the mate bond.
Or maybe he has finally realised trying to fight her is pointless, she will just come back stronger each time.
The door opens behind me. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t even hear them pull up. Dropping my fingers away from the photograph, I turn, ready to admonish them, until I see the blood covering my mate.
Growling, my eyes turn white and I change quickly, unable to help myself. Griffin raises his eyebrow and steps to the side, and Dawn just grins.
Striding across the room, I run my finger over the blood on her head and bring it between us. “This better be someone else’s,” I
warn.
She grabs my hand, smiling at me. “It’s mine,” she says sweetly.
Roaring, I pull away from her and turn to the fallen, he goes on high alert in an instant, his hands hovering over the blades strapped across his sides. I grab him and pin him to the wall.
“Griffin, no!” she yells, and I look down at the blade he plunged into my stomach. Sparing it no more than a glance, I get into his face but he stops fighting. He stares at me, frozen.
“I warned you,” I growl and he nods. Anger is rioting in his eyes, but when they flicker to Dawn he sighs, not even trying to fight me.
“You did,” he agrees, leaning back on the wall.
“Nos,” Dawn yells, and I look over to see her arms crossed as she glares at both of us. “Put him the fuck down, or I swear to god, I will never touch your cock again,” she threatens.
With my eyes on her, I smash Griffin into the wall and let go before stepping into her space. “Is that right?” I say silkily, and I watch as her eyes fill with heat, warring with her anger, and she swallows hard. I can even see the pounding of her pulse in her throat, but I’m impressed when she steps right up to me and points a finger in my face.
“This blood is mine, and not from the meeting, we both know I like to get rough. So if you’re going to get angry at someone, let it be me, but you will never attack him again.” She steps back when I frown, looking her over. She glares at both of us, her gaze swinging between us. “You are both my mates, you do not have to like each other, but you will never attack each other again. If you do, I’ll be gone quicker than you can blink.” She steps closer to us both and we step back at the menace on her face. “That’s a fucking promise,” she grits out, before storming between us, knocking us apart, and stomping up the stairs, muttering under her breath.
Both Griffin and I watch her go before looking at each other, properly chastised like children. Gripping the blade still protruding from my stomach, I yank it out and pass it over to him. He nods, accepts it, and wipes my blood on his shirt before sheathing it.