by D. R. Rosier
Chapter 10
Darren growled and shook his head to clear it. It didn’t work.
He looked around and was surrounded by his pack, who waited for orders. He couldn’t quite grasp what he was supposed to be doing, he’d a plan but the details were a bit hazy. There were also bear shifters, and snake shifters nearby. He’d not bothered with most of the others, but something still felt missing.
He growled, cat shifters. They should be here too, he’d ordered it. He remembered going to Katie’s house. He was going to kill his unfaithful worthless whore of a mate, and order the cats here in cat form, so they didn’t distract his pack at the wrong time. He could hardly remember what happened though, he knew he’d grabbed her by the throat, and had broken the mate bond. Otherwise killing her would have been too much of a shock, he’d have felt it too.
He shook his head.
It had hurt worse than he’d imagined possible when their bond snapped, and he’d tossed her on the floor, and kicked her slut face. Did he finish it? He couldn’t remember, that bitch Katie had distracted him, confronted him. He’d wanted to put her in her place but his inner wolf had shrunken back from the cat shifter alpha. Worthless slut or not, she had power.
“The cat shifters are gone alpha, when we got there, the house was abandoned. Wherever they went, they went by car, their scents all end on the property by the garage.”
He clenched his jaw and fists, the bitch alpha had disobeyed an order. When he found her he would show her who the true alpha was in Chicago.
He grunted a reply at his beta, who looked disturbed, but too afraid to offer an argument.
“Alpha, everyone is gathered, should be move out?”
He went to say yes, but his throat closed up. That pissed him off a lot, and he tried again, but he couldn’t give the order to move out. Why not? Right before he lost it he heard a familiar voice. When the hell had she gotten here?
Elissa said calmly, “My fae will spell your troops, as was the plan. They won’t know what hit them. It will only take a few minutes.”
That’s right, how had he forgotten that part of the plan? It was hard to think through his rage and instincts. His wolf was insane and just wanted to tear down the world, he couldn’t think. Finally, he gathered enough control to speak.
“Tell everyone we are moving very soon, and to not panic when the fae appear, they are our allies in this matter.”
The beta nodded and said firmly, “As you say Alpha,” and turned to follow his orders.
When his beta walked away Elissa asked, “May I cast magic upon you Darren, for the upcoming fight.”
His wolf instincts howled in denial, but he needed the spells if he was to break into Moore mansion and tear the bastard apart.
“Do it.”
Elissa hoped this was worth it. She couldn’t help but notice Darren was extremely unstable right now. She hadn’t thought the fool would go after his own mate like that, even with her magic fucking with his mind. The loss of the bond had broken the small amount of sanity he’d had left.
Still, mistake or not, the shifters were just a distraction anyway. Who knew, they might actually win, although she doubted it. They’d do a hell of a lot of damage before they lost though.
Her fae would be following, invisible and hidden, and would report any sightings of the warlock or the dangerous Nephilim, and then she would take her revenge. She cast several spells onto Darren, protecting him from magic, physical harm, and the elements.
Of course, if the spells became too much of a drain on her power, she’d just cut them off.
She heard a growl of need and her eyes widened when the insane, and still naked alpha, grabbed her and bent her over his car. She frowned, and hoped this would all be worth it, as he pulled up the skirt of her dress, and started to rut himself inside of her.
She rolled her eyes, fucking dogs.
She almost laughed, he actually wasn’t that bad at this doing it doggy style. Not great, but not the worst she’d slept with by far. The irony tickled her funny bone. Then she decided what the hell, she might as well enjoy it, and started to push back against him and arched her back to adjust the angles to something far more pleasant…
Sharon laid in the back yard on the grass, rolled up in a ball of fur in the afternoon sun. She’d shifted back to human to set the pact with Shawn, and when she had shaken his hand he’d frightened her.
For just a moment.
She could see his clenched jaw when he took her hand, and the anger in his eyes. She could scent it. A moment later however, she smelled the concern, outrage, and the soft feeling of protectiveness toward her.
When she realized he was angry on her behalf, she hadn’t known how to react. But it had affected her on an instinctual level, and she’d felt a surge of desire in that moment. Her head was mixed up, still raw from the mate bond being snapped.
What was wrong with her, that she could desire another so soon after her mate had discarded and nearly killed her?
She was almost positive the attraction was for those feelings he’d had, and not for him. It was merely the need deep inside of her to be respected and cared about.
Almost positive.
The truth was, she wasn’t entirely sure. He was very attractive on top of it all, and she knew he made her sister extremely happy. She was inclined to like him simply for that, and there was the fact that he didn’t look at her like she was damaged goods, or had even measured her for the possibility of a quick fuck.
How much of that was actually him though, and how much was just what she felt she needed from a man? Did it matter?
After that, he’d headed downstairs, and she’d taken three steps to follow before she’d even realized what she was doing. She’d stopped then, and bitten her lip in hesitation. She’d decided that would be a bad idea, she was fairly sure he didn’t want any of them anyway, he already had five women and a crazy sword sharing his bed.
Not because he thought they weren’t worthy enough to share his bed, merely because he felt he couldn’t handle anymore.
She’d heard his conversation with the alpha, they’d all heard. Shifter hearing was excellent, and cat shifters had close to the best hearing among the species. None of them had been offended, although she’d scented surprise on a few of her companions. What man would turn down sex with eight needy hot women?
Plus, what was wrong with her? How could she desire another man on the same day she’d lost her mate bond? She found it slightly ironic, that Darren had driven her toward the very thing he feared. Even if she didn’t try to get with Shawn, she’d need to sleep with someone soon, a random hookup. It was just the way cat shifters were.
She’d prefer it was Shawn, but what if he rejected her? She wasn’t sure she could take that. He’d also been clear he wasn’t interested… except she was different that way wasn’t she? He cared for her, perhaps just because of Susan, but it was true. She wasn’t sure what to do.
She just knew she wanted to be loved, cherished, and respected. Fought alongside of, not only protected, but trusted to protect as well. Instead of just being a daily booty call.
Was that too much to ask? Should she try to seduce him? It didn’t seem like Susan would mind, or the other women in his bed for that matter. Not even his mate, or wife as the humans called it, seemed to hold jealousy that she’d heard.
She wondered what that was about, even without a mate bond, jealousy was a pretty common thing for any of the human race to feel. She had her suspicions it was the succubus, that she was lowering everyone’s inclination toward jealousy. The greater demoness would certainly be capable of it.
If so she didn’t see the harm in it, jealousy was a dark nasty emotion anyway.
After all, it was the emotion that had almost gotten her killed today.
She decided to heal, and think about it. There was no rush, not yet. They’d be here for a while yet.
Krystal was awake.
She was also aware she was a bit off, perhaps a
slight bit insane.
She’d just gotten done listening to Sharon’s thoughts, and had rejected the idea of giving her advice. The cat shifter would either do it or not, her master’s happiness wouldn’t be effected either way, so she honestly didn’t care which.
Of course, if she seduced him, and then hurt him, she would make the ocelot regret it.
Oh, she’d never been fully asleep, but when her soul was bound to this sword thousands of years ago through the blackest treachery, most of her personality and even awareness had been put asleep. Bound to obey the wielder of the blade, if she couldn’t overcome their control. She would not be wielded by the weak. Plus, she’d gotten to kill a lot of beings the times she had gained control, a feast of both pleasure and power.
All she had known since being bound were the desires to kill, feed on life, and the incredible pleasure that those acts would bring her. That is, until Shawn had shared an orgasm with her.
It had stirred the rest of her, brought back memories of the flesh, and other desires. Yet, she was still bound by the sword, and she shared Shawn’s mind. He could hide nothing from her, she was familiar with his very essence. And something shocking had happened, something that made her almost positive she was insane.
She’d fell in love with him.
He had his faults, no one was perfect, but she loved those too.
Still, she hadn’t been quite fully awake yet, it had all been stirrings, like a waking dream.
At least, until Shawn stabbed her into an angel, and she drank his essence and power. That had changed everything once again. Not only was she fully awake, and had regained all her memories, but the spell that bound her to the sword no longer held her captive. She was free of it, free of the need to obey the wielder, just… free.
Yet she was still a willing servant, because now she was bound by love, and she knew that he cared for her as well. She would never, could never, betray the trust he had in her.
She could leave the sword at any time, but without her body and the spells that were used to bind her to this sword, but which now merely supported her spirit, she would just expire, so she stayed. Her body was millennia dead, returned to dust by now. It wasn’t much of a life. Her body was cold steel, but she wasn’t willing to give it up, or give him up if she was being honest with herself.
She would do anything for the man that had both woken her up, and had stolen her heart.
Korrina couldn’t decide what to do. She’d stayed, to see if she could really find a place here. It seemed to be working out rather well for the most part. She’d even started the most unlikely of friendships, and had become rather close with Malina after that sword fight.
The sex between two angels, one of those a succubus, was mind blowing. The two of them could use power on each other that a mortal body couldn’t withstand. Yet, it was also more than that, she was grudgingly impressed with the greater demoness.
She’d grown closer to Shawn as well, he seemed strangely fearless despite what she was. She thought he had a fascinating mind as well. He could be a bit clueless at times, like the reason so many women would want to bed him, but in a way that naivety mixed with his looks and confidence just made him even more attractive.
What she was having trouble deciding was if she should step in and help. She’d met the bitch Elissa hundreds of years ago in Europe, which meant she could easily track the fae’s magical signature. She’d never forgotten a magical signature, once she met someone that was it. She was sure that it was Elissa who was behind this. The shifters were dangerous, but only a smokescreen for whatever plans Elissa was fomenting.
She was also fairly sure this was about her. Oh, she didn’t blame herself for the actions of others, she was too old and wise to fall into a guilt trip about something that wasn’t her fault. Still, she was sure it had been her arrival that made the fae flee the city. She knew fae honor was strange, and since she hadn’t killed Shawn and Malina, and had instead become their house guest, and shared their bed, Elissa would have felt shamed at running.
Elissa might have also been worried an underling would undermine and challenge her for her position after such a mistake.
So even if she wasn’t responsible for another’s actions, she was certainly involved in the stupid drama. Shawn truthfully didn’t expect her to do anything, he didn’t think that she owed him anything but the strange friendship they’d developed, yet he also clearly believed she would help out of friendship anyway. She found that she didn’t want to let him down.
She wasn’t in love with him, and wondered sometimes if she was even capable of that emotion anymore. Maybe someday, but for too long she guarded her heart in her loneliness, it was second nature now not to let others that close. But he definitely softened her heart, and she would be upset if he managed to get himself killed. She really did feel welcomed here, and she didn’t want to lose that. Not to mention he was amazing in bed, and she liked how he’d take control, even though she was obviously the more powerful one.
It both amused her and turned her on quite a bit.
So much so that she enjoyed his thoughts when she submitted to him on her knees, it made it all really hot actually. It was something new for her, and at her age that was a rare thing. No man before him had ever felt comfortable bedding her once they found out what she was, much less assumed the dominant role. She shook her head, her mind had gone off on a tangent.
So she was conflicted, chase down Elissa and end the real threat? Or just sit back and watch things play out? She sighed, the truth was that she wanted to do it. She wanted to hunt down that bitch for him and her other new friends, but worried about setting a precedent. She wasn’t sure which worried her more though, a precedent to set their expectations, or for herself to want to help.
She felt vulnerable at the idea of it.
She shook her head. She wasn’t that weak. She decided she would do it, and she headed downstairs to see Shawn and let him know what she planned. She also determined since he was alone down there, they might as well have a little fun first.
Before she reached the bottom of the stairs, her whole body flared with a flash of light as she changed her clothes and… other things. It had been an idea she’d been playing with, raising the stakes of her submission to him to an entirely new level, and now seemed as good a time as any. She wore a small grin, and very little else, as she walked into the study…
Chapter 11
I stretched and closed the book. I’d gotten a couple of hours of focused study in and my brain was mush. I considered going upstairs, but decided on balance it was a lot more peaceful down here. Everyone had pretty much left me alone, my ladies knew I used this time to study, and my visitors were being well behaved.
I didn’t think any less of them because of their needs, I just didn’t want to be the one to provide them with relief. I looked up at the sound of someone coming down the stairs, and my jaw almost fell to the floor when Korrina walked into the room in a red lingerie outfit that should be illegal.
The lacey red bra didn’t actually cover anything, it was more like a tit hammock, her nipples and most of her breasts were visible, and she was obviously horny because her nipples were hard and tight. Down below, she wore crotch less red panties, and her beautiful mound glistened in the light of the room. Over it all, was a sheer red negligee that did nothing to hide her assets, but brought it all together in one beautiful package.
The only other thing she had on was a pair of five-inch stiletto heel shoes in black.
Her long wavy raven black hair was down, and shone in the light, and her green eyes looked both hungry, and a little mischievous at the same time. She was a vision of beauty and stoked my desire. I already felt my cock straining against my pants. She paused halfway to my desk as if to display herself to me. For a split second, I thought she looked a little nervous as well, but I dismissed that as ridiculous.
I licked my lips, and my throat was rather dry. I cleared it.
“Hi Korrina. You l
ook… no words.”
She smiled widely, no doubt reading every reaction I had to her appearance from my mind. She walked over to me without a word, and dropped to her knees. The look of heat and lust in her eyes as she freed me and took me into her mouth, all while maintaining eye contact, almost made me lose it right there.
She popped off and nuzzled the tip with her cheek while she said sultrily, “I have a surprise for you Shawn.”
She took me back into her mouth for a few more bobs of her head, and then started to lightly stroke me as she stood back up and kissed me passionately. Her hand was covered in massage oil suddenly, and I felt my cock grow slick as she stroked me softly up and down, and caressed my balls.
Then she kissed her way to one of my ears, bit the earlobe causing me to twitch in her hand, and whispered in a low sexy voice.
“Would you like to know what it is?”
I moaned as she squeezed me with her hand, and stroked me a little harder. I reached up and caressed her face and pulled her into a long kiss.
“What’s my surprise? As if this isn’t enough?”
She chuckled in a sultry manner and stopped stroking me, and then stood up and took a step back. Then she turned and bent over my desk. My eyes widened in surprise, and not a little lust when I not only saw her perfect glistening sex, but also a butt plug with a small ringed handle sticking out form between her luscious ass cheeks.
She turned around and said softly, with a hint of vulnerability both in her voice and her eyes, “I made myself ready for you.”
The massage oil on my cock suddenly took on new meaning, and it twitched as the naughty taboo desire of fucking this beautiful angel in her ass with all nine inches ran through my mind.
I slid out of my chair, and onto my knees and caressed her ass softly, gently, as I licked up her labia.