The Beginning of Connie and Isaac (The Blue Butterfly #3)

by D H Sidebottom

  “What’s wrong with you?” Joel scoffed as though offended by my detachment towards him, but I could smell his fear; it stank and curdled the breakfast that lay heavily in my gut.

  Everyone was rigid with apprehension as they watched me. Tipping my head slightly to the side, I narrowed my eyes on him. I couldn’t figure out exactly when my best friend had become such an animal. I knew he loved this life but he’d stepped over a line that couldn’t be restored. He’d not only broken my trust, he’d severed any loyalty I had towards him.

  “I asked you to do one thing, Joel.”

  He froze, his mouth open as he looked at me vigilantly. “Yes.”

  He gulped when I stepped into him. I was struggling to hold it all back. I was always in control of my temper but this time it was massacring me from the inside. Visions froze my blood, images of my best friend taking something I had cherished. He couldn’t be allowed to breathe for what he had done to Shadow.

  “Let’s remind ourselves what that was, shall we?”

  Fury ghosted his face but he knew he was no match for me. Pursing his lips, he snorted. “You fuck off for two years then think you can swan back in and treat me like shit?”

  Rage stimulated every organ in my body as I fought to pull back but when he shrugged casually and foolishly disregarded my anger, I allowed the ice to trickle into my bones.

  “I don’t know what your problem is, anyway. You asked me to watch over her, Isaac. You didn’t say I couldn’t have her.”

  Every single person in the room gasped when Joel’s back hit the wall and my blade held his throat hostage. “You vicious little cunt. She was fourteen, you sick fuck! I hope you know I’m going to ram your dirty fucking dick right down your rancid throat.”

  He trembled under me, his terror exposed openly on his face. “Fuck, man, I…”

  “I want every name. Each and every person who broke my girl.”

  “Your girl,” he scoffed. “Your girl? Shit, man, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “You’re fucking wrong with me.” Narrowing my eyes, I pressed the edge of my blade deeper into his flesh, a trickle of blood easing my anger slightly when it oozed down the centre of his throat.

  “Isaac?” Becca came to stand beside me but I ignored her.

  “Names!” I roared.

  “Fuck you!”

  When a sinister smile crept over my face, the stench of Joel’s piss filled the air. “Wrong answer,” I whispered.

  Just as I started to slide the knife over his jugular, every nerve in my body tingling in delight, my father bellowed into the cold silence of the room. “ISAAC!”

  My hand shook with need, my teeth clenching as I battled to stop my knife from carrying on its needful slaughter.

  “STOP!” Frederik boomed again. “You of all Phantoms know the punishment for killing one of our own.”

  I was vibrating with hunger for retribution, my body so sensitive with need it was agonising. “Death,” I replied in a quiet hiss. “But please remind me why that conclusion doesn’t seem so fucking problematic right now?”

  Becca moved away quickly as Frederik marched up to me and gripped my wrist in his fingers. Quietly and chillingly, he chuckled, “And you’re willing to give your girl over to me, are you?”

  As much as I longed for death, I knew I couldn’t leave Shadow in the fate of such an evil bastard. He would make her pay for this, for my loss of control.

  Joel’s wide eyes stared at me, begging me to listen to my father. I wanted to stab the tip of my knife through each of his eyeballs for even looking at me.

  “Isaac,” Becca begged softly, her soft touch on my back finally breaking through to my sanity. “He’s not worth it.”

  “Fuck!”

  They all watched my back when I stormed out of the room, Joel’s gasp of relief making me smile to myself.

  He thought it was over. The fucking fool.

  THE TWO HOUR run had done nothing to reduce my anger, or my hard on. I’d been as hard as granite since the tip of my cock had pressed so fucking gloriously against Shadow’s soft, hot flesh.

  Oddly, for the first time ever, I felt regret. Regret for not digging Joel’s tonsils out with my blade, and guilt about how I had treated Shadow when she’d told me the promise she had given me three years ago was now an impossibility. Much to my disgust, I’d made her feel like a leper. I’d seen it in the way she’d looked at me, and heard it in her apologetic whimpers.

  Phantom life was cruel and unforgiving, but there were some acts that were considered sick and off limits. One was having sex with a child, and the second was rape. Joel had broken both those rules and he would pay. I would make sure of that, even if it cost me my life.

  The West kitchen was full when I walked in and all heads turned to me. Devlin, sensing my mood, cocked his head. “You okay?”

  Without answering his question, my gaze roamed the soldiers and sentinels eating breakfast. I growled in annoyance at the meagre servings of bread delivered by the main kitchen for West’s rationed portions.

  Pulling my wallet out, I threw fifty quid at Devlin. “Go fetch pastries in.”

  He frowned at me. “What?”

  My temper was already simmering under the surface and his hesitation made it start to boil over. “Don’t question me, Dev, just do. Or can’t you manage to sneak food past the sentries?”

  His eyes widened at my mockery and he held up his hands in surrender. “You know I can, and that isn’t what’s worrying me. You are worrying me, not me getting fucking caught.”

  “Well let me ease that pressure for you – don’t. It’s about time things fucking changed around here.”

  All eyes watched me cautiously but Devlin’s were full of apprehension. Grabbing my arm, he pulled me to one side and lowered his voice. “What the hell does that mean? Don’t tell me you’re planning on going up against your father. He won’t tolerate your insubordination, Isaac.”

  “Well maybe it’s about time he saw just what his cruel fucking rule twists people in to.” Cutting him off before he could answer, I turned back to the others. “Where’s Shadow?”

  “Showers,” Bullet divulged as Rogue scowled at me.

  “Why?” he asked.

  The other soldiers stiffened, and even Mouse’s eyes widened on his sharp demand. I couldn’t help but grin at his jealousy. Stepping up to him, I smirked in his face. “Because I’m going to fuck her until she can’t remember her own name, and she screams mine. What that has to do with you, I have no idea. You’re welcome to watch if that’s your thing but I’m not sure Shadow would appreciate it.”

  The fury spitting from him was almost comical. He was head over heels in love with her and if he hadn’t just riled me up then I could have felt sorry for him, but the prick needed to learn his place. I snatched his jaw in a rough grasp and snapped his head back until he had no choice but to look at me. “Shadow is off limits. Understand?”

  His teeth clenched as he tried to rein in his rage and his chest heaved as his furious gulps for air made him tremble under my hand.

  “Do – you - understand?”

  “Yes, Commander,” he hissed.

  Dropping him as quickly as I’d seized him, I walked out before I lost control and smashed his face against the table, and forced the cheap veneer down his fucking throat. I was losing my shit all over the place and I knew if I didn’t sort myself out quickly I’d be entertaining Frederik’s famous long blade. My body vibrated with need, and by the time I’d stormed through the west wing’s corridors to the shower block, I was humming with a primal craving for release.

  The lust riding me suddenly became uncontrollable when I walked into the showers. Her back was to me, her face pointed upwards into the spray of the water. The pale expanse of her tight arse was pure heaven to my sore eyes, the curve of it absolute perfection. The groove of her spine called out to me, my tongue wetting my lips hungrily as I imagined sliding it slowly up the length of scar tissue until my mouth found the nape
of her neck.

  As I yanked off my clothes, she sensed me and turned. Her eyes didn’t widen in surprise, nor did her face show any shock at my presence. Instead, her scorching eyes locked onto mine before I dropped my gaze and my eyes slid down the whole of her beauty.

  Her tits heaved as she gulped in air, her deep pink nipples fat and hard as water spilled down her chest in rivulets then across the flat of her stomach, and finally down into the bare apex of her thighs.

  She stood still as I closed the gap between us but when I reached her, my legs still moving, she backed up until her back hit the wall and she looked up at me.

  “Do you know how happy my cock is with you right now?”

  She blinked at me and bit her lip to stop her grin. “Not as fucking delighted as my pussy is with you.”

  She gasped when I pinched her throat in a fierce grip, her pupils dilating when an animalistic need stared back at me. Her pulse raced in the palm of my hand and her chest heaved so much that her rigid nipples brushed against the covering of hair on my chest.

  As soon as I slammed my mouth over hers, her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms slid around my neck. She moaned into my mouth, begging me when I roughly cupped her firm tits and pressed her back into the tiles to support us both.

  Her cunt was wet and her slick arousal lubricated the shaft of my cock as I thrust my hips and slid it along the groove of her swollen lips. My balls drew back so hard I thought they’d be lost forever when she rocked against me, using me to pleasure herself, her soft whimpers driving me crazy.

  “Look at me, Shadow.”

  She snapped her eyes open and gazed up at me. For a moment I was lost in the pure blue depths reflecting so much emotion that I was scared to breathe in case it evaporated before I could get my fill of it. There was so much more than desire looking back at me, and a tortured growl rumbled deep inside me when a raw possessiveness slammed deep inside my soul. I knew right then that I would protect her with my life, that I would trade my very last breath to grant her another. She wasn’t just a fuck, a conquest. She was a gift.

  “Next time I’ll be slow, but right now I can’t give you that.”

  “So there will be a next time?”

  Slowly nodding, I pressed against her and gradually sank deep inside her glorious hot cunt until my balls squashed against her and my pelvis rubbed over her swollen little nub of nerves. Holy shit! She drew in a long breath and her mouth fell open as I rested my face into the crook of her neck for support. “Oh yeah, there’ll be a next time,” I breathed through clenched teeth. “And a next time, and a next time.”

  Her pussy dragged me deeper. She was so tight and hot that I worried I wouldn’t get her to orgasm before I exploded deep inside her.

  My legs were trembling so I lowered us to the floor, the water cascading over us as Shadow took precedence and started to move on me. Her mouth found mine as she whimpered into me, her tongue swirling and twisting with my own as she fucked me harder and faster. Her tits rubbed up and down my chest, her nipples taking the pleasure as her frenzied need for release drove her harder on me.

  Taking her plump nipple between my teeth and biting down, she cried out in pleasure as an orgasm ravaged her and her body shook over me. Her tight walls milked me dry, forcing the cum from my balls in a painful ecstasy so white hot that I couldn’t hold back the roar of pleasure as I burst into her, my hips pumping and driving my cock deep inside her.

  We panted hard, the water washing away the sweat that covered us both. She buried her face into my neck and softly kissed me. “I’m glad you’re back,” she whispered.

  Lifting her face to mine with a finger under her chin, I kissed the tip of her nose. “Me too. Things are going to change, Shadow. I promise I won’t let him hurt you anymore.”

  She tensed and lowered her eyes, however she nodded then settled back against me. I had a feeling she didn’t believe me but I would show her. She needed someone to trust after all she had lost, and I swore that would be me.

  “I’ll protect you with my soul, my love.” I just hoped it wasn’t too late to save her own.

  GRABBING A TOWEL, I rubbed my face with it, wiping away the sheen of sweat plastered to my red face. My morning routine had taken a serious nosedive. Isaac’s animalistic sexual appetite through the night had left me with little energy for the four mile run I tortured my body with every morning without fail.

  I couldn’t help but smile as I dipped under the cold spray. My body hummed with satisfaction. Isaac was so giving in bed that the numerous orgasms he’d given me had left my body stimulated to a point of sensitivity, the pounding shower making the many bruises on my body throb deliciously.

  I stilled when I saw Becca slide under the adjacent shower to me. I could feel her stare on me, her eyes raking down my body and leaving a burning trail in their path.

  “Morning, Shadow.”

  I tensed at her pleasant tone. I’d been expecting her hatred but surprisingly, I didn’t get it. “Hey, Becca. You okay?”

  She smiled and nodded before lifting her face to the icy cascade. I couldn’t help but allow my eyes to take in her perfect figure. She was supple and toned, her own skin free of scars and blemishes, the result making her enviously perfect. Her breasts were high and firm, her stomach flat and muscular.

  When I lifted my eyes back to her face, I found her watching my observation with a knowing gaze. Then, as I had, her own eyes dropped and she slowly dragged them down my nakedness. Shamefully, the heat in her study made my nipples harden and my pussy slick outrageously. My belly warmed and my lips parted to accommodate my heated breaths.

  What the fuck?

  Once her gaze had found mine again, she narrowed her eyes on me, not in an angry stare but a curious one and stepped from under her own shower and into my own. Shocked, I froze, her closeness making me weirdly nervous. She was so close that I could feel her breath on my cheek. However, when she leaned into me and dragged the tip of her tongue over my collarbone, her eyes locked onto my face, I couldn’t help but shiver under the tenderness of her touch.

  “Have you ever been with another woman, Shadow?”

  “No,” I whispered immediately. I had meant it to warn her off but the choked way it came out made her smirk.

  My belly ached with pressure when she ran her tongue down between my breasts and softly placed a kiss to the swell of flesh beside my nipple.

  “You’re simply quite beautiful,” she breathed as her tongue flicked over my rigid nipple. “I can see why Isaac is smitten.”

  Then just as quickly, she stepped away, grabbed her towel and left the shower block, leaving me trembling.

  Mortification controlled me, my whole body flushing at my reaction to her. I knew most of the female Phantoms often indulged in lesbian sex but I’d never before felt anything like I just had with Becca. Another concern was that I hated the bitch; she was mean and cruel to the new soldiers, making sure that they knew she was above them.

  Putting it down to the hormones still running my body after the night’s fuckfest with Isaac, I shook it off and made my way back to my room. It was still early and usually I was the only one up at that hour, but quite a few people milled about. A couple of people lowered their eyes when I walked passed them and I frowned to myself. Generally everyone was friendly with me but the more they either looked away or whispered as I walked passed, the more my skin prickled with anxiety. There was a strange buzz in the air and the closer I got to the corridor which housed all of West’s bedrooms, the more difficult it became to breathe.

  My footing stumbled when, turning the corner that led into the hallway, I saw everyone was standing outside Mouse’s room. Bullet’s grief-stricken wail ricocheted off the bare walls and slammed inside my chest.

  “No.”

  Rogue grabbed me when I broke into a run and pushed through the congregation. “No, Shadow.”

  “Get off me!” I hissed as I yanked out of his hold and burst into Mouse’s room.

  M
y legs gave way and I fell to my knees on her floor as an agonising cry tore up my throat with a wave of vomit. My head shook as tears blurred her broken and tortured body. She was face down on the bed, blood leaking from every orifice on her bruised and mauled body as her dead eyes stared at the wall where a message had been left for me in Mouse’s blood.

  Panther tried to drag me away when I bundled Mouse up and sat rocking her, whispering with frantic apologies in her unhearing ears. “I’m so sorry, Mouse. Oh God, forgive me. I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault, Shadow,” Panther tried. But it was. It was. I’d told Isaac what Joel had done.

  Cement slowly trickled into my veins. My tears stopped, my heart beat slowed and an icy sludge slid into the marrow of my bones. Tenderly, I laid Mouse back down, my palm respectfully closing her eyelids. I kissed her on the forehead, told her I loved her and then went in search of Joel.

  “WHERE THE FUCK is she?” I barked at all of West as they stood with red-rimmed eyes watching me go crazy. “FIND HER!” They all scattered in different directions as I stabbed at the keys on my phone, dialling her number and growling in frustration when I was greeted with a long continuous tone yet again. “Come on, my love. Where are you?”

  Devlin stared at me and shook his head. “It’s a fucking mess.” His eyes dropped to Mouse’s body. I’d liked Mouse, she’d been a good soldier. She had been feisty, hence her lack of tongue when she’d mouthed off at my father once, but she could take orders and follow them through without a second thought. But at that moment, I was more concerned for Shadow. She’d disappeared hours ago after finding her friend, the words smeared on the wall obviously a message for her after she’d told me what Joel had done to her.

  Joel was dead. It was that simple. I was going to snap his neck quickly and cleanly.

  “We need to figure out how we’re going to handle this.” Devlin sighed sadly. He too had been fond of Mouse and it hurt when we lost one of our own.