by CY Jones
I’m pissed. I’ve shown my hand, and I don’t give a fuck, because I know I have a full house, and this asshole knows it too. With me on the side of the supes, he will easily be squashed like the bug he is.
“Now see here,” he sputters, but I don’t give him a chance to speak before I’m stalking away. I need to contact the Daniel twins, and let them know time has run out.
I leave my car at O’Donnell’s club, and blink myself straight to the house the twins are staying at. When Conner opens the door he takes in my face, and quickly ushers me inside.
“What happened?” he asks as soon as we’re all gathered in the room we talked in before.
“He has sold her to the Senator,” I answer, pacing the room.
“What?” the fairy prince cries, pulling at his hair as he murmurs, “this can’t be.”
The asshole wolf doesn’t look any better. He keeps staring at me, waiting for me to say I’m just kidding. I wish I were. I haven’t even met Remy yet, and my heart is breaking.
“What pushed him to do something so reckless? He has to know there will be consequences,” Conner says trying to rationalize O'Donnell.
And that’s where the problem lies. Why O’Donnell has been a thorn in his side for so long. You can’t rationalize a man like that. You have to accept that he’s pure evil, and plan accordingly.
“He didn’t like having to wait on an answer from me, so he tried to push my hand, thinking I would fold,” I answer.
“And you didn’t.”
“No, and now he’s realized he’s pushed me too far. I’m sure he’s scrambling to think of a solution to fix this.”
“So what now?” Hunter asks from his side of the room. Unlike the first time I met him, he hasn’t moved an inch or showed off that cocky attitude of his since I told him about Remy being sold.
“I’ve contacted my people. They are moving in as we speak, taking back a couple shifter territories O’Donnell stole. He’s made a very powerful enemy, and he will damn sure feel the pain. I’m sure it won’t be long before he’s calling me up and practically begging to give Remy back.”
“Well until then I’m going to have another chat with Gabriel. I need to know more details of what the fuck is going on," Remys brother says.
“I’ll go with you,” the incubus, pipes up, squeezing his hand in support.
“And us? What do we do?” Cody questions as he pulls himself together.
“You and Hunter can help me gather the troops together. It’s about time we start causing trouble, and show O’Donnell the supes here aren’t an enemy you want to have,” Caleb answers with a look of determination on his face.
Eighteen
Tainted Memories
Remy
“That’s a good girl, pet. Take me all the way to the hilt,” Blake murmurs as he thrusts his cock deeper down my throat.
I’m naked on my knees in front of him much like how I was in the car. We’re in what appears to be a frat house with older furniture, and huge greek letters on the wall. A shelf full of trophies sits on the far wall, and above that pictures of a group of guys with different years carved onto gold plaques.
“What the hell, Blake? You started the party without us,” a voice says behind me, and Blake pushes my head further down his cock lodging himself in my throat.
“This whore was aching for my dick. Who am I to turn her down?” he answers shrugging.
“And she’s ok with getting gangbanged by the frat?” the guy asks, raising his brow.
“She’s a whore. This shit is nothing new,” Blake replies before moaning loudly.
Apparently that’s all the guy needed to hear before he’s rushing to pull his pants off. The others that came in with him starts to whoop and cheer as they discard their clothes as well, and soon I’m surrounded by six naked guys with their hard cocks pointing right at me. Pulling out of my mouth, Blake picks me up off the floor, and impales me on his dick, so that my back is to him, before harshly thrusting inside me. The guy that spoke about me consenting to this, pumps his heavy cock in his fist as he closes the distance between us until his huge cock bobs in my face. From here I can tell I have been drugged. I’m aware, but it’s obvious with the glazed over look in my eyes that, I’m not all there. If I were, I’m sure I’d be fighting like the devil to wreak hell on them for the mere thought of touching me. Looking down at me, a smile graces the guy’s mocha face.
“Go on, slut. Show me what you do when you have a monster cock bouncing in your face.”
Without complaint I move forward and take him in my mouth. Growling like an animal, he fucks my throat thoroughly, getting off on choking and gagging me on his huge dick. He’s relentless, and when he comes he pulls out and spills his hot seed all over my face.
“Fuck yeah. I always wanted to do that,” he says as he oogles my messy face.
His buddy then moves in, and takes his turn in my mouth, not caring that another man’s seed is dripping off my face. Another takes my hand, and moves it to his cock so that I can jerk him off, and another does the same on the other side as he leans in to suck on my breast. All of them take me, four and five at a time all night long until I’m completely used up and covered in their cum.
I wake to something hard slapping me in the face. When I open my eyes, Blake is standing in front of me with his hard cock fisted in his hand and he slaps me with it like a club.
“Good, you’re awake," he says, slapping me again. His blue eyes are nothing more than chips of ice, and he looks down at me sinisterly. “Open up pet, I’ve missed that mouth of yours.”
I want to put up a fight. I want to bite his dick off, and beat him with it after what I just dream walked through, but I’m still spread open and bound on his bed, and if I bite his dick, that will be the end of me. There will be no getting away. The odds are heavily tipped in his favor. Tampering down my anger, I do as he says, and as soon as I open my mouth, he shoves himself fully inside with a loud groan.
“So fucking good. I will pay good money to find out what O’Donnell does to train you whores to be such good cock suckers."
He moves like a man possessed. Like he didn’t just use me to get off mere hours ago. When he shoves his cock in down to his balls, he holds me there pressing down on the back of my head efficiently cutting off my air to the point of passing out. Pulling out he only gives me a second to recover and catch my breath before thrusting back in. Kneading my breast he pinches the clamps tighter on my nipples, and I cry out in pain around his cock.
“That’s it, slut, let me hear your pain,” he mumbles and then groans. I’m grateful when I can feel his cock swelling, and I know it won't be long now.
When he’s close, he pounds in and out of my mouth, each thrust deeper than the next until he shoves himself deep down my throat as far as he can go, and cums like a tidal wave. Pulling out, he’s still semi hard, and he moves behind me while lightly running his finger down my spine, making me shutter. I feel the heat before his warm mouth attacks my pussy, and he devours me from behind. I’m ashamed with each and every moan that escapes my mouth. Blake knows exactly what he’s doing. He plays me like a violin, proving that he’s the one in control over my body, and soon I’m gushing into his mouth. I can’t see it, but I know he has a smug look of satisfaction on his face.
Giving my ass a hard slap, he undoes the restraints, and I scream in agony when he practically rips the nipple clamps off. Smiling, he moves forward and swirls his tongue around my sore nipples, easing the ache, and sucking hard so that my breast bear his marks.
“Such luscious tits, so delicious. Later, I’ll have my dick sliding in between them while you beg for more. Wouldn’t you like that?”
“Yes,” I answer giving him the answer he wants, clenching my teeth so hard, I’m sure they’ll crack.
“Yes what, pet?”
“Yes, Master,” I spit out hatefully as I narrow my eyes. If looks could kill, he would be dead. Forgotten road kill on the side of the road.
&nbs
p; Satisfied, Blake undoes my restrains and pushes a button on the side of the bed, and I hear a loud click before he demands me to get in the cage.
I give him one last parting glare before crawling into the cage, and the door swings shut locking me inside. Exhausted by all the shite I’ve seen and been through, I close my eyes thinking about the many ways I want to kill Blake. I thought his father was a monster, but it appears that apple didn’t fall far from the tree. When I’m about to fall under, Blake wakes me by saying, “don’t even think about taking that plug out of your ass, or their will be consequences.”
Fucking arsehole. Yes his death is imminent. I just need to be patient and wait.
Nineteen
Cyber war
Rowen
Bloody hell I’m pissed. That fucker Gabriel can’t meet us for a couple of days, spinning some bullshite about O’Donnell keeping a close eye on him. I really don’t give a shite. I didn’t want my sister spending another minute with the Senator’s son. I don’t need to guess what he’s doing to her. He’s always been a twisted fucker. Even more devious than his father. I had Hatter mix a potion strong enough to take those memories away, and now the horrors she went through is repeating itself, and just like then I can’t keep her from it. At least now she’s strong enough to survive the aftermath, not like before when it destroyed her. Blake Sampson is the only person who has ever broken my sister.
Going insane with worry, I take care of what I can fix. Making O’Donnell’s life a living hell using my resources from the dark web. I’ve already frozen three of his major accounts, including the one he has hidden in the Cayman Islands where most of his nefarious business deals are allocated to. I’ve emptied out two other accounts, sending those funds to different charities throughout the world, making O’Donnell into an all out saint. He will make himself into a monster if he tries to get those funds back.
“What are you doing, my love?” Oreo asks, leaning over my shoulder to look at the screen.
“Giving O’Donnell hell,” I answer with a smug smile.
My work is flawless. No one will be able to undo the damage, and I set up nasty traps for anyone who even tries. I have no doubt O’Donnell will know it’s me who’s stealing his money, and I relish in the fact that there’s nothing he’ll be able to do about it.
“Seeing you happy makes me hard,” he murmurs as he leaves light kisses along the column of my neck, stopping only to suck hard on my adams apple.
Growling, I grab his hair in a tight fist, and pry him from my neck. Staring him deep in the eyes I reply, “everything makes you hard,” before I slam my lips onto his.
The kiss is fierce. All tongue and teeth clashing as we both dominate each other. His incubus rises to the forefront, feeding off our combined lust, and my wolf meets his challenge, reminding him that we are the one in charge here. When Oreo starts to moan in my mouth, I take advantage, and rip open his dress shirt, exposing his gorgeous muscled chest. The man’s body is just as beautiful as his face. He is flawless, and I thank the Gods for every second I have with him.
Not to be outdone, his deft fingers pulls open my jeans hard enough to make the button to my jeans fly off across the room. Reaching his hand in, he grabs my hard cock in a tight fist, and starts to pump it in a furious motion. Tilting my head back, I let him have this win. It feels too fucking good to stop him. Giving me a lascivious smile, he lowers himself onto his knees, and pulls my jeans off, discarding them on the floor, and takes my cock deep down his throat.
“Fuck,” I growl loudly into the empty room. Oreo is very good at sucking cock.
Tilting my hips, I follow his motion while grabbing the back of his head, pushing him to the hilt of my cock, and the cheeky bastard hums against my balls. When I look down our eyes meet, and I fall into their chocolate depths. This man is my everything. We may not be soul bound mates, but I can't imagine anything closer with anyone else. Pulling out of his mouth, I kiss him with all the passion I can muster, showing with my lips just how much I love him.
“We aren’t going to make it to the bedroom are we?” he gasps.
“Fuck no,” I reply, removing my lips from his long enough to answer. Standing up, I walk him backwards to the arm of the couch, unbuttoning his slacks as we go, and they slide unhindered down his legs, and onto the floor, and Oreo carelessly kicks them away.
“Bend over the couch,” I order incoherently. I’m already on the edge, my cock ready to fuck him to oblivion.
Quickly he does as I command, and I rub his smooth arse with the palm of my hand in a sweet caressing gesture. Using my precum, I work my thumb into his back hole, getting him ready to take me. His moans fill the room, and when I can’t take it any longer, I thrust inside him all the way to the hilt, turned on even more as he cries out. Gripping his narrow hips tightly, I pound into his body like a man possessed. Oreo always draws out my wild side. His power has a way of poking my beast. Drawing my lust to the surface, and my carnal need for control. I could never be gentle with him even if I wanted to.
“Fuck,” he curses, holding on to the couch for dear life, which only makes me drill into him deeper and faster until all my senses have left my mind, and all that is left is pure fucking lust and desire. Desire to make this powerful, beautiful man come moaning my name. Reaching around him, I take his cock into my hand, and pump him simultaneously with my thrusts. Straightening himself, he tilts his face to my neck, and bites down hard, drawing blood, and I come deep in his arse. A couple of tugs later he comes, roaring my name as streams of his hot sticky seed coats my hand and the floor. Looking him straight in the eyes, I slowly lick my hand clean, and he moans from the sight.
Exhausted, we both tumble on the couch, and I hold him close to my body.
“I love you,” I murmur against his skin,
“I love you for all eternity,” he replies back, and I hold him tighter to me. I’m keeping something from him, and when he finds out what, he will never be the same.
Remy
“Fuck, siren you feel so good,” Hunter growls as he thrusts into my body.
I’m dream walking again. It seems I have been doing a lot of that lately, but I can’t say I mind this particular dream. Watching from my position on the side I have a clear view of Hunter’s magnificent, drool worthy body as he braces himself above me. Every dip and ridge is visible, and I wish it was me instead of my dreamself under him. I may be dream walking, but this isn’t my dream. Maybe it’s another vision of the future, but a loud gasp across from me makes me snap my head up, and my eyes go wide as I stare wide eyed into a dazzling set of emerald green jewels.
“Hunter,” I whisper.
Hearing his name snaps him out his shock, and he rushes over to me, and holds me tight.
“Are you really here?” he asks so softly it makes me want to cry.
Pulling back, I place both my palms on his cheeks, and gaze deep into his eyes.
“Yes, I’m really here,” I tell him, before kissing him soundly.
The kiss says it all. How much we miss each other, the overwhelming grief of losing me, the determination he’s been running on to get me back, and the love. Pure unfiltered love, so vast it will never run out. I thought he would hate me for leaving him, and I have never been so happy to be wrong.
“I should have known your dreams are of fucking me,” I tell him when he releases me.
Chuckling lightly, he responds, “so cocky.”
“That’s your role, not mine,” I tease.
“You can make my dream into a reality, you know,” he retorts, pulling me back into his arms.
“I don’t think we have time for that,” I murmur as I watch our withering bodies.
The edges of the dream is already starting to fade, and I know soon it’ll toss me out. The more I dream walk, I grasp a better understanding of them.
“There's so many things I want to do to you, show you with my body,” I tell him, already growing wet. I’m glad my body is unaffected by the nightmare I just went t
hrough of having Blake all over me, his seed currently in my belly.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, noticing the shift in my mood.
“Nothing,” I lie, and he growls loud and angry.
“You’re lying to me, siren, and I think I know why. What is he doing to you?”
“You know where I am? Who has me?” I question, turning my gaze to my feet.
“Yes," he replies.
Taking his pointer finger, he tilts my face so that I am now looking him straight in the eyes.
“We will get you back, siren, and everything he’s done to you, he will pay for. I will do everything in my power to torture the fuck out of him before my wolf and I rip him to shreds."
I believe him. I believe every word. He will do just that to please me. Hell he’s already vowed himself to hunt all my enemies down, and with his promise of violence, I fall even deeper in love.
“I love you, Hunt,” is the last thing I get to say before the dream shatters, and I wake up.
Twenty
Tainted Love
Remy
I wake to the sound of moans, and slapping flesh, and I wish I was still with Hunter in our dreams.
“Deeper sir, deeper,” some chick moans above me, and I can’t believe my ears.
Is that wanker actually fucking someone while I’m trapped in a cage up under his bed? The rattling of the bed above me answers that question, and if it didn’t, Blake’s reply for her to take it like a little slut sure as hell does. It’s not like I’m jealous. If he can find some slut to distract him from me, then have at it. It’s me having to have to bare witness with my ears that bothers me.
It feels like forever before the arse finally finishes, and like a true arsehole, he kicks whoever he just got done fucking out of his room. On her way out she turns to the cage, and gives me a nasty glare before flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder, and sashaying her red arse out the door. What the fuck? I didn’t kick the bitch out.