“Because you don’t think I’d go to Lucifer?”
“He did bash your fucking head in, and I protected you. Don’t get me wrong, Lena, we wouldn’t be in it for love. We’d fuck. But that’s only if Lucian relinquishes you. I don’t think he is quite ready to do that yet.”
“You’ll never have her, Hades. She is mine.”
“She always has been, even before you knew it. She was, after all, created to lure you in and distract you. Now that the bitch is out of play, thanks to this one,” he said hiking a thumb in my direction, “you can have her. I’m leaving, but you should know that Lucifer is closing in on her, drawn by her scent. He’s aware of what she is and who she is with.”
“He can come, I’m ready for him.”
“The next time you shout my name, you better be fighting something you can’t handle, or need me for other…things.”
Chapter 18
The world was chaotic, a broken place that teetered on the edge of a massive overhaul it hadn’t asked for. My world, on the other hand, was fucked. I was fucked. Lucian didn’t seem to mind or be bothered at the news that I’d been brought back and my body only responded to his. Or maybe he did care but preferred it this way. Back inside the room, I hesitated in stripping myself bare, unable and unwilling to face what was now my new reality.
“Strip,” he ordered and produced a cane as he paced around me. His eyes flashed with darkness, the promise of pleasure lacing every word that dripped off his tongue in a silken caress.
When I continued to just stare at him with a glare that bordered on murder and loathing, he smirked. It tugged up at the corners of his generous mouth, dripping off that tongue like a silken caress. The cane shot through the air, slapping my naked ass, and I growled.
“I’m going to take that from you and shove it so far up your ass that you’ll need twenty-four nurses, thirteen doctors, and a fucking midget to get it out!” I snapped, the warning reverberating through the room.
“You feel pain, but not pleasure.”
I rubbed my ass as I stared daggers at him. “I felt it.”
I watched him set the cane down as he turned to stare at me where I stood on pins and needles from the new discovery of my limitations. Of course, I could feel pain and not pleasure, why not? Everything else was turning into a shit show, why not add this to the mix?
Muscles rippled as he stared at me; dark, muscled, sleek utter perfection is what Lucian Blackstone was. His runes and tattoos danced in his flesh, even in the candlelight, they beckoned me to touch them. To drag my fingertips over the sinewy hard flesh that would send a ripple of electrical current through me, aimed right at the broken vagina I’d been reborn with.
I ripped his shirt off of my frame, letting the clean cotton dress shirt pool to the floor at my feet. I was sleek, hard-muscled, and jagged edges. I was no longer the soft girl I’d been when he’d first fucked me. I had no confusion on what he would do to me. He’d wreck me, it was a given. Fact. Fact: Lucian Blackstone wrecked things, bent your will, destroyed any sense of self-preservation you may have thought you had, and he did it fucking well.
I could have been an asshole, I could have attacked him and went to war with his body, but I was curious to know how it felt to be controlled by something like him. To bend the will that wanted to rip his hair back and devour his mouth. I wanted to hurt him as I hurt now, but I also wanted what he could achieve: Mindless, leg-shaking, earth-shattering pleasure that would take away the pain.
I kicked his shirt away and knelt before him, my hands folded in my lap as I lowered my eyes in a demure strangeness that forced me to give up control. His hiss was enticing, the air escaping between his teeth as he took in my fake surrender, because I wasn’t stupid and neither was he. I’d make the world’s worse submissive.
“You kneel now?” he questioned and my eyes lifted to his, the rage I felt at giving myself to him without him earning it burning bright in my stare. I opened my mouth to speak and yet slammed it shut as my teeth snapped together loudly. “Get on the bed,” he ordered, and I stood, doing as he said.
Once there, I watched him as he collected a few things from the dresser, moving to stand at the side of where I now lay, awaiting his next command. He bent over, kneeling beside me as his mouth lowered to the needy flesh between my legs. His tongue snaked out, trailing from my wet flesh to my inner thigh. He pushed something against my clit, and then he laughed gutturally as he pumped it.
My hips shot off the bed as pleasure shot through me. I lifted my head, staring down at the pump he’d placed on my clitoris. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked, and then my back arched as he pushed his finger inside as he added yet another pump to the thing attached to my pussy.
“It’s a clitoris pump,” he chuckled as he rubbed his fingers around it. My back arched into his touch and my body flooded with a multitude of heat and sensations as he watched me. “It’s going to make it harder for you to ignore your body’s needs.” I stared into his dark, hypnotic gaze as goosebumps covered my flesh. He squeezed it again, and I moaned, unable to suppress it. I could feel the flesh swelling beneath the contraption he’d connected to it. His eyes slowly took in what he’d done, and I lifted, staring down where the tube had sucked my clit, making the pink flesh red as it swelled into the tube. “In order to control your power, you have to gain focus and control of it. You can control your response to the anger like you would your pleasure. You decide when to let it out. Once you can control your own orgasms, you can master your response to anything,” he explained, his fingers drifting to run his scarred knuckles over the wet flesh between my legs. “Your body runs off your emotions now, once you cease to control it, it controls you.
“I’m going to teach you to be in control of how you respond to it. Anger is much akin to pleasure, both can control you easily. You crave the emotions they bring as they ebb and flow through you. You’ll be your own Dom, Lena. You will control it as if your powers are the submissive, and you the master of them. For now, I’m the Dom, and you’re my submissive. You only come when I allow it, or you will be punished for it.”
“Are you high?” I asked as I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth before releasing it. “I don’t have a submissive bone in my entire body. I don’t like to be told what to do, or did you forget that part?”
“You think I’d forget anything about you?” he snorted as he moved from the bed, shucking his pants as his cock bounced free from the jeans he’d worn. My eyes feasted on the flesh, staring at the massive cock that stood proudly against his navel. I swallowed hard as he settled back on the bed, staring down at me as if I was his favorite meal, one he intended to savor slowly. “You are not a submissive, and you wouldn’t be one normally. This isn’t a normal situation, and if it weren’t a matter of life and death, we wouldn’t be here naked, together. You’d still be holding me at arm’s length, but you and I both know what is at stake here, who is at stake. If it weren’t important, you’d have ignored Nyx. You can still try to do this yourself, or you can let me help you. You decide your own fate, my little Fury.”
“Fine, tell me what to do, and I’ll do it,” I uttered.
“Scoot to the edge of the bed,” he ordered huskily.
Once I had done it, his mouth found my flesh as he pushed my legs up against my chest. A scream built inside of me, bubbling in my lungs as it slowly built up until I was shaking, trembling, coming undone.
“Lucian,” I cried out as the orgasm teetered on the verge of the precipice. Dark eyes held mine as he continued to stop until I was almost too close to prevent it from unraveling and exploding from inside of me. I needed to come, and the bastard knew it. He enjoyed torturing me. That much was certain.
“Green means you’re safe, not close to coming. Yellow means you’re close and on the verge, and red, red means you’re coming for me. Remember that because I’ll ask it often in the coming days.”
> “Days?” I asked, sitting up on my elbows to stare at him from between my legs.
“This isn’t going to be a quick fix,” he offered. “You’re a new creature, something you and I both have no idea how to control. I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t excite me that I get to bring you into my world, Lena. Because the idea of teaching you control is a fucking turn-on, but knowing that I’m one of three you can actually fuck? That makes the primitive being inside this flesh hungry to devour you.”
“I can still fuck, Lucian. I just can’t get off, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try,” I warned and before I knew his intentions, I was slammed against the bed with his nose pressed against mine. His smile was wicked and deadly as those silken midnight eyes stared into mine.
“I will destroy anyone who thinks to touch you.”
“Jealous?” I taunted as I stared into his eyes. He smiled, and it wasn’t friendly. It was all teeth, the warning there in the pits of his midnight gaze as he remained unmoving, watching me for any sign of weakness. Once he was sure I wouldn’t smart off, he moved.
My tongue licked over my lips as I watched his cock bounce with every step he took, moving around the room until he was once again before me. His legs spread wide apart as he stared down at my naked, swollen flesh.
“You’re wet,” he mused as his fingers pushed into my needy flesh and I moaned as he slowly began working my flesh. His other hand moved to the side of my hip, pulling one nipple clamp up as he easily maneuvered it onto my nipple. His mouth lowered, clamping down hard as his teeth grazed the peaked flesh. He followed it to the other, placing the second one before he pulled it into his heated mouth, suckling the flesh before he lifted his hard head. His fingers continued to work magic into my aching core, and I purred for him. “Good girl,” he urged as he withdrew his fingers to the tip, only to surge it into my body harder. “So fucking wet. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, Magdalena. Fire and ice, whiskey and flames,” he growled through a thick tone, laced with desire.
“Red,” I replied huskily as I rode his fingers, needing the release they dangled right out of reach.
His hand moved to the pump, squeezing it as a scream rose from my lungs, and I gyrated against him, uncaring if this was training or not. I wanted him, I wanted him to throw caution to the wind and fuck me like our lives depended on it.
“I won’t fuck you if you don’t want me to,” he uttered, and the pain in his eyes burned my insides. “I’ll make you come, and leave you untouched. I’ll earn it,” he offered even though I could see the pain it took to offer me such a thing. As I decided on what to do, he pushed something into my body, and I swallowed hard.
“Lucian,” I uttered as I stared at the ceiling. “It isn’t about fucking, it’s about what happened. It’s not that I don’t want to; it’s that you have to earn me back. You want me; you have to show me you do. You have to show me that my sacrifice wasn’t for nothing. I’m not saying I did it just for you, but I wouldn’t have to have chosen what I did if I didn’t feel the way I did.”
His hand slid up the inside of my thigh, and the bullet ignited, right on my pleasure spot, directly on the fucking G-spot. Why couldn’t he be like other men who wouldn’t know what it was if it came with a map? I moaned, rocking my hips as he watched it unfold from between my legs.
His hand lowered and the sound of flesh being rubbed only sent my body spiraling towards the edge faster. “Yellow!” I screamed as I gritted my teeth as he watched me. The bullet turned off, and he removed his hand and my body instantly stalled out.
“Bloody hell,” he groaned as he stared at the wet mess he’d made between my legs. He swallowed hard as he rubbed his hand down his face and covered his mouth. His hand touched my leg as he added another squeeze and the device sucked on my clit, pulling it further into the pump. I whimpered and lifted my head, staring down at it and then up at him. “Almost there,” he groaned as he pulled the bullet out and stared down at me. “Tell me to use a toy, tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll do it.”
“I don’t want a toy,” I whispered through dry lips. “I want you. But I need you to know that it’s not a thing we can just keep doing. I don’t care if I can’t find pleasure without you. I’m not ready to forgive you.”
He swallowed and nodded and pushed his cock against my opening. His cock was life. I screamed as he stretched my flesh, my muscles clenching against his intrusion. It burned and ached, but I fucking liked it. I rocked my hips, adjusting to take him and then I was screaming. “Red!” I trembled as the orgasm teetered on the edge.
He withdrew and stared down at me with sweat dripping from his forehead. “You’re a fucking virgin.”
“Is that going to stop you now?” I asked as I ground my teeth together as I stared at him in disbelief.
“I’m your first,” he smirked as he leaned over, sucking the tip of a nipple before nipping it between his teeth, letting them scrape across the flesh.
“Lucian, you were always my first even if I did it with someone else. No one else ever made me feel anything like you did.”
He slid in, and there was no waiting, no training. Bare fucking bones. I screamed as he stretched my body and I struggled to adapt to his sheer size. He knew it and slowed, holding still as I whimpered as pain mingled with a hint of promised pleasure. His mouth lifted, finding mine and claiming it as his hand released the device’s hold on my clitoris and he removed it.
I moaned as it was released, only to be replaced with his fingers. My legs wrapped around him as he lifted and I slid down further on his cock.
“Jesus,” I hissed as I rolled my eyes to the back of my head and just felt the sheer magnitude that was Lucian Blackstone. His hands gripped my hips as he sat me on the edge of the bed.
“Don’t come yet,” he ordered as he pulled out and slammed back into my body that clamped down hard around him, as if it wanted more. “Bloody hell, you feel so fucking alive,” he whispered as he kissed my forehead and the soft column of my neck before his mouth trailed over my collarbone. His mouth was searing my flesh, undoing the walls I’d placed around myself as he slowly rocked his hips, giving me time to accept him again. “I dreamt of this every fucking night since you died. Every moment I begged the Gods to return you and every day you were still buried in that cold fucking ground. Only you weren’t there, were you?” he growled, and his body started to move harder, faster. Every thrust took me closer to the end, and I mumbled red, warning him as he shoved me down, staring at me. “You could have fucking made it known you were alive.”
“This isn’t the time,” I muttered as my body trembled around him. “Red,” I warned, and he pulled out, stalking away from me as I watched his naked ass move. It was a really nice ass, but it was tense. His shoulders strained as he walked away from me. “I wasn’t ready for you.”
“I don’t give a fuck if you were ready! I fucking lost you, and you let me think you were gone. I sat beside your fucking corpse! Were you alive then? Did you think it fucking hilarious that I sat with you and you were what…sleeping?”
“Dead, Lucian. It takes almost a month to come back. You sat beside my corpse as I lost our son. You want to be mad? Too fucking bad. You don’t get to be mad at me.” I sat up, hating the itch that indicated my wings were about to make themselves known. “I died; fact! I lost my life and what little bit of my world I’d created. I lost everything for you! Protecting you and everyone else, and you think you’re pissed? I’m fucking furious!” My wings exploded from my back, and I was marching on him, intending to rip him apart, but the moment I lunged, I was thrown backwards. “Ahh! I hate this. I hate that I can’t hurt you and yet you can hurt me. I hate you!”
“Good, because it will make this so much fucking easier,” he snarled as he walked towards me with purpose and I smiled. Bring it, big boy. The moment he got close enough I slapped him hard, not intending harm, but intending to ge
t his attention. He slapped me back, but it wasn’t hard. I turned my face back towards him and jumped into his arms, grabbing his hair as he used my hips to push my body down onto his.
I exploded without warning, and then he sank his teeth into my shoulder, and I howled, screaming as the orgasm ripped me apart. My wings flapped, as if they were as turned on as I was and then my eyes closed, and I let him take us soaring past the clouds as his hips rocked with every thrust of his cock until it shattered me again. His mouth was hard when it found mine, pouring all his frustration and pain into the kiss. My toes curled as my body reacted to his, taking everything he gave back tenfold.
It wasn’t until he hissed and captured my face between his hands as he moaned and found his release inside of me that I opened my eyes and stared at the floor behind his head.
“Lena, don’t…” We fell to the floor, and I screamed as we landed hard without anything to break our fall.
“The hell! Why didn’t you tell me you could levitate?” I demanded.
“That wasn’t me,” he laughed, and I turned to give him a scathing look. “You can fly.”
“Awesome.” Not. Like I needed another thing to learn how to control. With my luck, I’d probably end up in the engine of a plane and splattered across the entire country. I struggled to gather my wits, which I was pretty sure he’d just fucked out of me.
“I’ll earn you back, Lena,” he said as he leaned up and rolled onto his stomach, slowly removing the clamps before kissing each nipple. “I’ll teach you to control your body and powers too. But you’re mine, you’re something I cannot fucking walk away from. I need you to understand that, because I’d kill whatever stands in my way of getting to you, anything and anyone. I lost you once, but I won’t again. I will destroy the Gods if they fucking try to hurt or do anything to you.”
“Nyx is more than a God,” I murmured as I traced my hand over his shoulder before I turned and reached for his shirt. I needed a shower and somewhere to think. I ended up in the chair, slipping into his shirt as I watched him dress.
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