Hell Bound (Lupine Bay Book 2)

by Maribel Fox

  Lili leans forward, one hand on each of the leather cuffs around my wrists, her arms spread just as wide as mine, her nipples dragging against my chest when she breathes.

  She’s breathing hard, too. Ragged, shallow breaths, eyelids fluttering as her hard nipples drag against me, her fingers moving down my arms, in toward my shoulders. She grinds her hips against me, her slick heat coating me with her wetness, teasing herself with the tip of my cock, sliding it over her clit again and again, fingers digging into my shoulders as she pants.

  “Fuck, Lili,” I sigh, arms straining, but not nearly as much as my cock is. I want to grab her by the hips, lift her up, and slam into her. I want to fuck her until she’s screaming and begging me to let her come. I wanna watch her face twist and contort into pleasure as orgasm after never-ending orgasm rips through her body.

  “Think you can handle it?” she asks, pulling herself up, until I’m pressed right at her entrance, barely stretching her as she hovers there expertly.

  I don’t know what she’s asking if I can handle, but if it means I get to be inside her… “Yes. Abso-fucking-lutely, yes,” I groan, clenching my jaw as she slowly — and I mean slowly — eases down my cock. I’m holding my breath, and it’s the longest minute of my life, my body lighting up inside like there’s a fireworks show going on in there.

  “Oh… fuck,” she gasps, her head hanging forward, muscles rippling around me, drawing me in further, practically sucking my cock.

  “You can say that again,” I groan, jaw clenched tight, willing away the orgasm that’s too eager to approach. For fuck’s sake, not yet, I chastise myself. But it’s too damn good. Too unreal. Lili’s like nothing else, no one else, she’s addicting in a way I can’t explain.

  She starts to move, rolling her hips on me, taking me deep inside, gasping and moaning as she uses me like her personal fuck toy.

  Not that I mind.

  Until she stops and pulls herself off of me.

  I open my mouth to protest, but before I manage anything, she’s turning around and repositioning herself, that perfect ass towards me as she lowers herself again.

  Watching every inch of my cock disappear in her slippery pussy is better than any fucking porn I’ve ever seen. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, her petals spreading and unfurling for me, drawing me inside, making me part of her as she fucks herself silly with me, while I’m doing everything I can to not come too soon, to commit this time to memory since the last time was such a haze of shock and confusion. This time, I’m not going to let the best sex of my life slip from my memories. No way.

  “Fuck, you feel so damn good… Does that feel good, baby?” I can’t see her face any more, and it’s a damned shame, because her mouth going slack from pure pleasure nearly made me come all on its own.

  “So good,” she says, hands on my knees, leveraging herself better to take my cock deep. Every time she slams back, Lili lets out a tiny ‘oh,’ a noise so small I’m not sure she even realizes she’s making it, but it’s the only evidence I’ve got — the only evidence I need — that she’s really enjoying herself.

  “So, so good,” she pants, one hand moving between her legs, furiously circling her clit as she begins to slow, her pussy clenching me tighter and tighter. “Oh… fuck,” she hisses as her back arches and her whole body goes rigid, shuddering with tremors of pleasure, and then, the aftershocks.

  “Come, Maal,” she says, bouncing her ass back on me as the tremors start to fade. Lili turns to look at me, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Her eyes catch mine, locking on, burning into me as her body swallows my cock over and over again, this friction building to a point of no return.

  “Come for me. Don’t hold back,” she says, part command, part request — all sexy as fuck.

  “Shit… I’m gonna…”

  “Yes,” she cries, fucking me harder and harder, her moans filling the room, her body quivering around me, another orgasm soon to ripple through her, I’m sure of it. If I just hold on a little longer, I can—

  “Come,” she all but demands, and there’s no disobeying.

  “Fuck,” I roar, icy heat rushing through me, my whole body plunged in cold, then hot, intense bliss like I’ve never felt racing through my bloodstream as I explode into a billion tiny pieces.

  By the time I manage to come down from the outer space-level heights of that orgasm, Lili’s undoing my restraints, gently tracing her fingers along the lines left by the cuffs.

  “Thanks… For understanding,” she says with a small smile. I’m sure she wants me to get out of here as soon as possible, but I’m not sure I can walk right now. Not only was that the most incredible sex of my life, but it was succubus sex. I might as well have just run a double marathon.

  “Do you mind if I hang here a minute to catch my breath?” I ask, sinking down into her pillows as I’m asking it.

  She snorts and shakes her head. “No, take all the time you need to recover.”

  From most women, it would be boasting to say their lover needed to recover after a roll in the hay. Not with Lili.

  She lays down on the bed with me, a contented sigh drifting from her lips. We’re not touching, but we’re close, and that’s good enough for me for now.

  Practically the moment my eyes drift closed, I’m somewhere else.

  We’re somewhere else.

  A forest clearing that feels somehow familiar, though I’m not sure if I’ve ever been here before or not. I can hear water not far, and it’s nighttime — a sky full of stars above that doesn’t make me want to turn away when I look up.

  Lili’s here with me, I don’t have to look over to know that, I can still feel her laying next to me, even though we’re not on the bed anymore, we’re on top of a table, looking up at a canopy of trees strung with lights, the sky vast and open and welcoming beyond.

  I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s a nice feeling, being here with her.

  “What in the—” I hear a voice — a man’s voice, an unfamiliar one — and shoot upright.

  We’re not alone.

  Dima and Ocho are here, too, but they’re not the only ones. There are two other guys, blinking at us in confusion.

  “Hi boys,” Lili purrs, smiles all around, her fingers unable to stop trailing over her body, all our eyes locked on their circuitous path.

  Dmitry clears his throat, and it’s that moment when I realize I am also still naked.

  Shit.

  I make a strange squeaking yelp as I jump up and move to cover myself, but without a word, one of the strangers — the tall, broadly-built one with a wild mane of curls — approaches with his mouth set in a firm line. He lifts his hand, palm up, and a pile of clothes materialize there. I’m not wasting any time getting dressed, even if it is in clothes offered by a dude I don’t know in a place I’ve never been and don’t know how I got here.

  You wanted a fucking adventure, Maalik.

  I’m not even mad. Just confused.

  The guy offers clothes to Lili next, and she pouts.

  “What, you don’t like the view?”

  He doesn’t respond, but she sighs and takes the slinky dress he’s holding. It slips onto her body like water flowing, clinging to her every curve with absolute perfection.

  I’m not sure how this is less distracting.

  “What is happening?” Dmitry pipes up, the six of us in this clearing, none of us with a clue.

  “This seems to be some sort of shared vision,” the clothes-giver says. “My theory is that Lili is connecting us all via dragon telepathy—”

  “Nyet. I am wolf. Not mudak dragon.”

  The other guy frowns deeply.

  “Yeah, but you’ve been picking up my other powers through the decades,” Ocho says. “Maybe it’s related to our link?”

  Dima growls.

  “I believe perhaps introductions are in order?” the curly-haired stranger chimes in, determined to get us on task.

  “He’s right,” Lili says, standing amo
ngst us all spread out. She waves for us to close in, and then we all take a seat around the picnic table.

  “Ku,” she says, pointing to the task master. “Iseul,” she says, pointing to the other guy, who’s been quiet this whole time, subtly eying Ocho when he’s not gawking at Lili. He’s smaller than the rest of us, built for agility and speed rather than brute strength, and his eyes are sly, yellow, and a little unsettling with how quick he’s constantly moving them.

  “Dmitry, Ocho, Maal,” she finishes with a flourish. “And me, Lili, but I think everyone knows that,” she says with a little smile.

  “Still no one tells me what is happening?” Dima growls.

  “Chill puppy dog,” Iseul says, getting a smirk out of Ocho that he clearly appreciates. “We’re all here just like you. Clearly we gotta figure something out.”

  “We need to get out of Hell,” Ocho says, also not hiding his appreciation for the other guy. I don’t know what to keep track of right now with everything happening at once.

  “No, we need to get these collars off,” Lili says. “Do you know anything about that, Ku?”

  He frowns and shakes his head. “I haven’t studied it at all. But the Faerie Queen has magnificent power. I’m sure if you were to come to Lupine Bay, she could remove them for you.”

  “Come to—” Lili scowls, shaking her head. “I’ve already said—”

  “Just to get the collars off,” Ocho says swiftly, scratching his throat for effect. She’s not the only one still being neutered.

  “We don’t know where the portal is,” I finally speak up. It’s the only thing I’ve known this whole time. “Without access to the portal schedule, there’ll be no telling where we’ll end up — it might not even be Earth, and I think I’ve already mentioned I’m not a good teleporter…” I add, sending a meaningful look to Lili.

  “My brother is in Lupine Bay,” she suddenly says. “Bali Raj, he can create anchors for us and re-open the portal so we can get through.”

  Iseul nods enthusiastically. “Sweet, sounds like we’ve got a plan.”

  “Some plan,” Dima grumbles. “Get out of Hell was already plan.”

  No one acknowledges him.

  Lili’s still looking reluctant to let go of the dream world, or our little congregation here. She looks up at Ku, eyes a rich honey caramel I’ve only seen on occasion. Her eyes seem to shift with her moods, red when she’s feeling frisky and succubus-y, and this more natural color when she’s letting her guard down.

  “Can you…”

  “What is it?” Ku asks, eyebrows furrowed as he leans over the table.

  “He has every reason to be angry with me, he may not—”

  “Lili, you’re wrong. He’s been looking for you all this time,” I butt in. She doesn’t know — none of these guys do — what it was like after the Ruby of the Seven Flames suddenly went missing. It was the talk of Hell for years, and Bali Raj never stopped searching, even when he was being forced to fill her vacant position as influencer for their House.

  “Tell him I’m sorry,” she says, biting her bottom lip as she locks eyes with Ku. He nods stiffly, and the trees start to blur, the world around me losing definition until it fades away completely.

  By the time I’m back fully in the present — in the clothes Ku materialized for me, weird — the other guys are already up here in the room with us.

  “You are planning on coming back with us, right?” Ocho asks, arms folded over his chest, shadows swirling dark and menacing over his face, the light just… disappearing before it reaches him.

  Lili glares. “I want to get the collar off.”

  “And that guy made it pretty clear your best chance is in Lupine Bay,” he argues.

  “He doesn’t know that.”

  “You seemed to trust him,” I throw out.

  She shoots a look at me.

  “You have a better idea?” Ocho asks.

  Lili hesitates, crossing her arms, practically pouting like a petulant kid.

  “No,” she mutters.

  “We leave Hell, da?”

  She groans. “Fine. Long enough to get the collar off. Then I’m coming back to kill everyone that crossed me.”

  “Seriously?” I ask out loud when I don’t mean to. It was meant to stay a thought in my head, but clearly that didn’t work out, and now everyone’s looking at me, so I need to elaborate.

  “Why do you care so much to stay in Hell when they’ve done nothing for you and there’s no opportunity here? It sucks. Everything’s dark and bleak… The whole system is bullshit. Why even care?”

  Lili stares at me, her mouth firm, saying nothing. Finally, she gets up and leaves the room.

  Dima glares and follows, and Ocho makes a face.

  “Guess that’s our cue to go…” he mutters, heading for the door, too. I follow him downstairs, but neither of us see the others. We head down to the living room that we’ve been treating as our main meeting spot, and both sit on the couch. The fire flickering on the hearth dims as Ocho nears, and I’m can’t tell if it’s because he’s soaking up the light, or repelling it. The effect is the same either way. There’s a constant aura of darkness around him.

  Upstairs, I hear Lili heading back to her room now that we’ve vacated it, and Ocho looks up the stairs with raised brows as we hear another set of — softer — footsteps follow her in. He turns to me, grins, and waggles his eyebrows before stretching out across the couch, his legs over my lap.

  “Guess it’s just you and me. Beauty and the Beast,” he says smirking.

  “Are you the Beast?” I ask skeptically.

  “Sí, isn’t it obvious, blondie?”

  I roll my eyes.

  “You’re not a beast.” Dramatic maybe, but not a beast.

  Ocho scoffs, rolling his eyes back at me. “You don’t know that. My kind… my powers… There’s nothing good in them. Only darkness, only the power to take away light and hope. I don’t get to bring joy. Only sadness. Lili would get it,” he adds.

  I don’t really know the extent of his powers with the collar on and blocking them, but I have spent some time with the guy, and know he’s prone to hyperbole.

  “Why’s that?” I ask, taking his bait instead of feeding more into his pity party.

  “She’s the same. A product of her environment. That’s why she can’t leave Hell. She doesn’t know how to exist outside of it. Her whole life has been fighting to be the best Hellion she can be, then a century of just trying to stay sane. She’s a trained killing and manipulation machine, who trusts no one and no one trusts. But at least she knows how Hell operates. The biggest, baddest monster wins, and she’s good at being a monster. Just like me.”

  Fuck. Maybe he’s got a point about Lili. I don’t know. I haven’t really thought of it all that way. I’ve been so fed up with Hell and my lack of direction for so long, that the thought that someone would want to be a cog in the machine is crazy to me.

  “What’s so scary about you? You’re just melodramatic.”

  Ocho sighs. “Imagine knowing that people can’t look at you without feeling fear, that they can’t say why, but your presence alone is enough to make them uneasy, make them want to leave and never look back. To catch that look of disgust on a stranger’s face…”

  Nope. I’m not buying it. I make a skeptical face and shake my head. “Hate to break it to you, man, but you’re gonna have a hard fucking time being scary to a pack of Hellions and dragons.”

  Surprisingly, he almost cracks a smile at that.

  22

  Ku

  “When are you finished with work?” I ask, sitting at the breakfast counter of The Drowning Duck Diner.

  Iseul is at the griddle, working on half a dozen meals at once without hesitating.

  “Four, I think, why?”

  “I’m thinking of going out to scout the areas around the bay, thought you might like to come along.”

  Is looks over his shoulder, raising a brow at me and shaking the hair out of his
eyes. “Scout for what?”

  I shrug, taking a bite of my sandwich. “A place for a lair?”

  He spins, giving me a look like I’ve lost my mind, but he doesn’t know. He’s not even fully a dragon yet. He couldn’t understand.

  “A what now?”

  “She’s going to need one when she gets here.”

  He makes a face. “Dude, you heard her. She’s not going to stay. She’s heading right back for Hell.”

  I shrug. “She’ll stay. She’ll want to be with her harem,” I say. Of course, Is doesn’t get that either. How could he? He’s never dealt with a dragon queen, but I have.

  I know what she’ll need more than anyone else. They might be able to tend to her other needs, but when it comes to dragon things, I know more than anyone else involved.

  She’s going to need a lair. Some place to keep her hoard. Someplace warm and underground, preferably near a thermal vent if I can find — or safely create — one for her.

  He’s still not on board with being a dragon — even less on board with being part of a dragon harem, it seems, despite how much he seemed into a couple of the people at our little meeting last night.

  “You don’t know that there’s going to be a harem. Or that everyone’s even going to make it out of Hell alive. Why is everyone talking like that’s not a big deal? Hell kinda keeps a tight watch on who’s going out.”

  “They’ll be fine. Lili is with them, and she’s strong.”

  Is doesn’t argue anymore, but I can tell he’s reluctant to agree.

  “If you don’t want to join me, I understand, I thought you might be offended if I didn’t offer,” I say, giving him a clear way out of the obligation.

  “Nah, man. Don’t worry about me. Do what you need to do. I don’t know anything about what would make for a good dragon lair anyway…” he says, flipping some eggs before plating them.

  “You workin’ over here or talking?” Judy, the surly owner of the diner asks, scooping up the plates he just finished.

  “You think I can’t do both?” Is asks, flashing her a charming smile. Judy huffs and rolls her eyes, carrying the plates around to the other side of the diner as the door opens, the bell chiming.