Becoming his Monster (Playing with Monsters Book 3)

by Amelia Hutchins

  “Gods, kitty, you make the most delicious fucking noises.”

  “My turn,” Lucian growled, moving his mouth between my legs to suck the arousal from my flesh before Spyder released his hold, moving his hands to part my legs for Lucian’s kiss as he fucked my flesh with his mouth.

  It was erotic, being with them both and yet something inside of me didn’t want this, didn’t want him to be in my naked sense, and as I peered down at Lucian, his eyes watched me even as the orgasm ripped through me, Spyder holding me through it as Lucian continued. He didn’t stop sucking against my flesh until the tremors eased and he rose, rubbing his cock against my belly as he kissed me, erasing Spyder from my mind as he took control, took me back with a subtle reminder of who I belonged to.

  I felt him enter me, and I screamed as I slid down his cock, and then my nails dug against his arms as Spyder kissed my back, neck, and shoulders as Lucian kissed the other. I knew it was coming, knew the pain that would only ache until it was replaced by magic, and then pleasure.

  Teeth sank into each shoulder, and then the slurping sounded in the room as their heartbeats echoed in my ear. Spyder’s hand drifted around, rubbing my clit as Lucian pounded my flesh until I was screaming and coming as they continued to suck blood from the bites they’d taken in each shoulder.

  The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of magic, sex, and blood as Lucian continued to take and give. Spyder’s touch sent me over the edge, careening for the cliff and then they flipped me over without warning. Lucian entered me from behind, and the moment I opened my mouth to scream, I opened my eyes to see what touched my cheek, I found Spyder there, waiting, his eyes begging permission as he watched me.

  My hand gripped his cock, unable to wrap around it and then I leaned over, kissing the silken tip before my tongue brushed against it. Lucian’s hands gripped my hair, holding me there as I decided my next step.

  Let him go…

  Sex, blood magic came at a hefty price, and they were willing to let me escape it even though he had paid it to protect me. I lifted my eyes to his and then took him into my mouth, pushing against him as Lucian held me there, telling me he was okay with it as long as it didn’t happen again. He was willing to let this play out to release Spyder from the weird threesome we had going.

  Spyder pushed against my throat, and I opened for him, using Lucian to push me further until the room exploded in magic and the tether of the bond released a tiny bit, and then more… I sucked harder, working his cock as he fucked my mouth even as the orgasm from Lucian worked harder, using me and my mindlessness to force him into the barrel of my throat. I knew what it took to let him go, and for him, for my friend, I’d do this.

  I felt him tense, felt the bond clenching and then releasing. I felt him coming apart, as I came apart for Lucian, and then he pulled me up, taking me from Lucian as something ancient peered through Spyder’s darkened gaze.

  “You’re one in a million, kitty, but you’re not my one in a million. Thank you, thank you for letting me go,” he growled before his mouth crushed against mine and then his forehead rested against mine as he stared into my eyes. “You fucking hurt him, I’ll be the first to find you, and I will kill you. Do you understand? You’re his hard limit, his fucking endgame. You’re not mine. Fuck with him, and you’ll wish he was there to protect you from me, because unlike him, I don’t have mercy. I fuck to destroy.” His hands cradled my face before he lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me. “In the morning, you won’t ever think of this again.”

  “Did it work?” I asked, and he smiled sadly as he withdrew from the bed, leaving me on my knees with Lucian holding me up as we watched him.

  “We won’t know for a while,” Lucian answered behind me, and I turned, staring at him. The door closed and I swallowed hard. “He couldn’t force it. You doing what you did, it may have lessened it, but what the bond demanded, you couldn’t give him, and that’s okay. It’s enough for us. You did well, but he’d never force you to do something you didn’t want to do. Now get over here, because watching you with him turned me on. It was unexpectedly…erotic.”

  “You have never shared?” I asked, leaning back as I spread my legs for his greedy gaze.

  “Share women?” he chuckled. “All the time before I met you, but you, you’re not other women, Lena. You’re not something I relish sharing, and he needed it to let you go. Even if the bond remains, it will not hurt him as it had, since you gave him release. If it remains, he’ll feel you, but not on the same level. As the bond grew, it strengthened, demanding he claim you, and you helping him find some semblance of release has loosened that pull.”

  “He should be free of me, Lucian. I don’t…I never wanted him like that. I wanted you, only you.”

  “And so you shall,” he growled as he lifted my legs, slamming home into my body as with both exploded together. Fire burned through us, and my spine arched as I screamed as pain and anguish ripped me apart. He pulled back, his teeth clenched as he stared down at our bodies where they were joined and then back up into my panic-stricken gaze. “Fucking Furies,” he snarled. “You had no right!”

  “What?” I demanded.

  “You just fucking claimed me,” he snapped.

  “I claimed you a long time ago, Lucian,” I pointed out crossly as I sat up, staring down at the matching glyphs that covered my hip and his. They were strikingly beautiful, curling lines that swirled from our hips to where our bodies were still joined.

  “They didn’t claim me, you did. As in, you can never touch another living creature for pleasure, or we both die. We’re now mated in the ways of the Gods.”

  “Fuck,” I uttered breathlessly as the pain continued, my body bathed in sweat from earlier and anew as something inside of me reached for him. As if we were fusing into one being, able to sense the other without trying.

  “Fuck is right,” he snapped as he started moving. “Scream for me,” he demanded as he leaned down, kissing my neck as he sucked the quick beating pulse between his teeth as I exploded around him, my body clenching against his.

  Chapter 37

  Fires bathed the mountains as we slowly approached the house, the night a mixture of flames and chaos as demons converged to the location of their dark master. We remained in the shadows, watching, observing as they danced naked, screaming and celebrating the coming arrival of the antichrist as they referred to the innocent life of my niece.

  As if the birth of his child would signify the ending of this world, while bringing in a new one, and hell, maybe they were right. Perhaps if we failed, we didn’t deserve to be here. Life was precious, her tiny little life was precious, and yet the archangels who paced alongside the demons seemed to be uncaring that she, a tiny little being, was being celebrated as bringing about the end of days.

  “Kendra,” I whispered, sending it through the bond with everything I had in me, all the strength from ignoring it since I’d come back from my death. I felt her stir, her mind grasping onto the fact that I was here, with her. I’d never leave her alone, ever. “Fight him,” I instructed. “I’m coming for you.”

  “You won’t make it; you need to stay away from here. It’s a trap.” Her voice was filled with emotion, pain etching and pushing through the bond even though she tried to hide it from me.

  Her contractions were fast, violent as her body arched and then sagged as each one hit harder than the last. She was tied to one of the beds from inside the house that they’d brought out for her. Her mouth was filled with cloth, preventing her from screaming too loudly as the demon peered down, dragging the sharp edge of a knife over her cheekbone, yet it didn’t pierce her flesh.

  “You’re going to die, whore,” it crooned gently, pushing a hand against her swollen middle as if it could force the babe from her body. She screeched as pain erupted and I winced as it slithered through the bond, threatening to take me to the
ground as I struggled to remain with her.

  “Ignore it,” I uttered as sweat beaded against my brow. “It fears hurting you, which means Lucifer is near.”

  “He knows I will die when I give birth,” she informed tensely, her tone a mixture of resignation for her situation and pain for what her child would surely endure at the hands of her father. “You need to go, get as far away from here as you can. He doesn’t want her or me, he wants you. He wants to punish you for what you did to him. He showed you his true self, his insecurities, and you hurt him for it.”

  “Kendra, we are coming, just hold on. Please? Please hold on for me,” I begged and then she did the last thing I expected; she whispered a goodbye.

  “I love you, and I’ll always love you, Lena. I know you were afraid of hurting me, I felt it. I let you have your space, and I wish I hadn’t. I wish I’d hugged you one last time, held you and told you how much losing you hurt me. I know what you are about to go through and you need to know that you’re not alone. You’ve never been alone. You’re my sister, my soul. My womb mate and my best friend. Life wasn’t supposed to be like this, but you will survive this. It’s going to hurt, and it’s going to tear you apart for a while, but you will get back up. You were always the strong one. You will raise my daughter, and you’ll tell her about me, won’t you? You will be a good mom, Lena. You can’t let him keep my daughter. She will need help that you can provide. You’ll teach her how to love, how to live. I can go if I know that she will be loved. I’m okay with dying to bring her life, but I need to know you will save her, that you will fight for her. You think you’re darkness, but you’re not. You’re the light that shines in this dark world, a bright star that refuses to dim your light for anyone or anything. Teach Makenna that, teach her how to be good. I love you; I love you both so much that it hurts.”

  “Don’t you fucking give up on me.”

  I waited, searching the bond and then withdrawing from my mind as I stared into midnight eyes.

  “We’re out of time,” I announced as I stepped from the shadows, staring out over the chaos that was ensuing. “She’s giving up.”

  “We need more time, Erie is finding us a way into the wards,” Lucian uttered as he watched me. “Tell her to hold on.”

  “She pushed me out,” I admitted. I exhaled as I stared at Joshua, knowing he felt it too. Our bloodline was dying out, becoming a thing of the past. I swallowed hard as I turned, searching the faces of those who had come to help, and then sucked my lip between my teeth as I considered our next move.

  Lucifer wouldn’t allow anyone else into the warded area, except me. He also had acquired a dagger which could end my life, for real. But if everyone here fought, they could die as well. Wouldn’t it be better to give him what he wanted, what he craved?

  “Don’t you even think it,” Spyder snapped, his eyes holding mine as I struggled to figure out how to save everyone. “He will kill you for what you did.”

  “And if I die, and she survives, it would be worth it.”

  “She doesn’t have to die,” Vlad acknowledged.

  “She won’t accept immortality, neither will my grandmother. That’s my people out there! They’re dying, the witches are already feeding off the weaker of the coven they took, and the moment they’re strong enough, my grandmother will become nothing more than a vessel to them! Give me another option, anything,” I growled as the hopelessness swelled through me.

  “They can’t,” Hades crooned as he stepped into the shadows, staring at us. “We can’t fight him because we’re bound by rules and laws that prevent us from intervening. Unless Lucifer touches someone who isn’t meant to die, we can’t intervene in his affairs. Not without giving something in return for meddling.”

  “What the hell does that mean? You’re a God?” I asked, directing my question to Lucian who shook his head, his eyes watching mine before he replied.

  “No, I’m not. Neither are my men, but we are bound by similar laws to not intervene in the affairs of mortals.”

  “So then we go in, and we save our family alone,” I argued as I stared at Joshua who nodded.

  “I’m okay with that,” he acknowledged.

  “I’m not bound by their laws, no Fae is,” Zahruk announced softly, his lip twisting into a dark smile.

  “So who do we have then?” I asked.

  “I can help, but I cannot intervene against mortals,” Synthia said, and Ryder shook his head. “I can help her, and I will without being the one to end a life or change the outcome to one. Those are the rules I have to abide by.”

  “Synthia, the laws aren’t swayed, and by going in with Lena, you will be changing the outcome.”

  “No, no she won’t be. Kendra will die, that much we know. How she dies is different,” I mused as I stared at her. “It’s not changing the outcome of a life if we are taking one away from the father. I’m going in there to save my niece, not from death, but from becoming evil.”

  “And you’re so sure she isn’t evil?” Hades questioned.

  “Children are not born evil or wrong, they’re turned into that somewhere in life. If we can get her out, protect her from him, we can sway which side she chooses to be on.” Joshua nodded, his matching blue eyes sharp as grief filtered through.

  I wasn’t an idiot; I knew Kendra was dying. I could feel her slipping further away from the bond as time moved, passing as the demons continued their endless chanting. I didn’t need these creatures or Gods to fight Lucifer for me; I just needed them to get me close enough so I could fight him.

  “You mentioned glamour; can you make yourself look like me?” I asked and watched her platinum head move up and down before a smile played across her lips. As I watched, she changed, becoming the mirror image of my reflection. “Good, now give me your face.”

  Once we’d switched looks, I stepped next to Lucian and touched him, leaning in close enough that he inhaled and then frowned.

  “You smell like a Goddess,” he mused as his brow line creased and he lifted his eyes to Ryder’s, who smirked. “It’s almost foolproof, and yet he may note the way you talk or walk. It’s not worth the fucking chance.”

  “It’s not your choice to make,” I pointed out. “It’s mine, and that’s my family in there, Lucian. I won’t let them die for nothing. You can’t ask me to stand here and watch it play out. Not after everything I’ve been through.”

  “That doesn’t mean I have to fucking like it.”

  “No, but it means you will help me. You can’t fuck with what is happening, but you can kill demons that had their time here. You can take them out because, in the grand scheme of things, they don’t belong here. Correct?”

  “And Synthia, what is she supposed to do?” he asked as he watched me with worry in his inky depths, something I’d never seen in his eyes before.

  “She’s going to make sure that when that dagger is used, it isn’t used on me. Lucifer can attack her, and she’ll be immune to it. Get it from him, and then destroy it.”

  “You make it sound so simple,” he growled as he pulled me in close and kissed me until my world teetered around me and I hung onto him as worry flooded my senses. This had to work because there was no backup plan. This was it, this Hail Mary we were throwing up as we went in to save my niece and maybe my grandmother, and then, then I’d hold my sister until she took her last breath on this earth and left me to pass onto the next.

  Chapter 38

  I stepped up to Synthia as we pushed through the horde of demons, the men fighting their way through them until we toed the wards that separated us from my family. Erie continued working, her hair slick with sweat as she followed us as the men protected her.

  Kendra’s pain-filled scream tore through the night, shaking the confidence I held as I stared at her, tied to a bed with her legs apart as her body jackknifed. Blood covered the she
ets she had been laid upon, and Lucifer stood beside the bed, watching us as we ripped the demons around the warded circle apart.

  The barrier itself was shaped in a circle, and on the ground was painted the symbol of the pentagram. Added protection against us getting inside? Probably. I turned my head, taking in the coven members who had been tied to chairs, some staring at the ground with vacant eyes as the death haze coated them, and others seemed mindless as they waited for death.

  Four of the highest ranking coven members had been stood up, their hands tied to an ancient tree that sat in the middle of the yard, strung up with tiny slits cut into their flesh, draining pools of their blood into the earth they stood on.

  Power erupted, and I turned my head, watching as Spyder’s body disappeared, becoming a shadow as he moved around it, pushing through the demons which seemed to drop their human host suit the moment his darkness touched them. Lucian watched us, his eyes blue liquid as souls slithered around his armor.

  I didn’t dare reach for the bond to my sister, not when I felt her slipping further and further away. She alone could give away that I wasn’t Synthia. I watched Lucifer as he moved towards Synthia, who tilted her head and spoke with my voice.

  “Let her go, you don’t need her,” she urged, and he snorted.

  “You had a chance to join me,” he rebuked.

  The wards slithered as he pulled her into them, his magic blasting her to the ground as she sagged, and I winced. If she could disturb the ground, we could get inside. I could get to my sister. Her hand dragged over it, and I pushed into them, forcing my magic to meet his head-on until I felt my wings starting to uncoil from my spine.

  Not yet. I pushed them back, using every lesson Lucian had taught as I struggled to remain under the glamour Synthia continued to throw over me. He pulled out a dagger, tossing it into the air as he stared down at her, uncaring that I was trying to push through the wards because he didn’t think she could intervene. Only it wasn’t her who was about to burst through them. I added more power as he watched her.