“Yes,” Ben argued. “Let him feed…you ask him, he won’t be able to say no. He’s dying for the whole fucking feast a witch can offer him. Give it to him…”
Shadoe shuddered and screamed and begged, “Feed, Malachi.” Desperate to feel everything he could offer her—that they could offer her—desperate to make them feel as good as they had made her feel.
Mal swore, brushing her hair away and striking, his teeth sinking in her neck, his mouth fastening on and drawing from her, sending hot lightning bolts coursing through her. At the same time, Ben’s hands gripped the cheeks of her ass and pulled her open, and he pushed her down, driving her completely onto Malachi’s cock.
The pain blistered her for a slow, agonizing second before exploding into a white-hot pleasure that arched her between their two bodies. Her body shuddered and writhed uncontrollably as she keened out Ben’s name. He took her in a rough kiss, nipping at her lower lip, biting her tongue before sucking it greedily into his mouth.
A deep groan rumbled against her spine as Malachi pulled his mouth away, licking at the mark on her neck gently as he started to shaft her, his hands lifted her up before bringing her down so that their cocks were driven into her body together.
She shuddered and clenched around them as her orgasm continued to tear through her, the spasms slowly growing weaker, each one rocking through her, leaving an echo of it still coursing through her when the next one started.
It seemed to last for hours, yet no time at all. As she finally rode her orgasm through to the end, Malachi reached around to cup her breast, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, shifting his movements so that he and Ben fucked her body in tandem, one pulling out as the other drove in.
Her G-spot lit up as Ben shifted his stance, pushing her weight farther back against Malachi. Malachi wrapped his hands around her waist, supporting her weight against his chest, slowing his thrusts to gentle rocking motions, rolling his hips against her ass, the throbbing pulse of his cock teasing her mindlessly.
Under the caress of the plum-shaped head of his cock, hot and cold chills started to tear through her, splashes of fire hitting her belly. A whisper in a language she didn’t know fell from Ben’s lips, and his eyes flashed gold for a brief moment, then wind whipped through the air, coursing over her body, and then something caressed her clit.
She keened as the invisible touch started to vibrate against her clit, squeezing the air out of her lungs. Twin sensations focused on the tips of her breasts, plucking at the nipples, plumping them together like a pair of male hands. A harsh choking cry echoed through the room as the orgasm built in her belly.
“Not…yet,” Malachi purred and she felt him sinking into her soul, into her mind, holding the climax just out of reach.
“What are you doing?” she sobbed, working her hips as best as she could, trying to come.
Malachi chuckled. “I could stroke you with my mind alone until you came—I can also hold you from it,” he purred. “Let’s let it last a while.”
Ben laughed, cupping her ass in his hands, pulling the cheeks apart, stretching her more open for the slow, torturing glide of Malachi’s cock. “He wants to drive you insane, sweet. I’m insane—you’ve done that to me, making me hot to see you fucked by him, making me want to have you eat my cock while he fucks you from behind. How have you done this?”
“Ben, please!”
She tightened her pussy around his cock, clenched her buttocks together, milking the hard columns of flesh. Ben swore and started to fuck her harder, wet sucking sounds filling the air, his cock ruddy, the flesh glistening from her, breath sawing in and out of his hard, carved chest.
Malachi laughed shakily, seeking purchase on her body as he started to pump his cock into her ass with rough, quick digs. “It has lasted long enough, I think,” he muttered. Gripping her hip with one hand, his other held firm on Ben’s arm and Ben gripped Mal’s arm so that they were locked together, her body connecting them as they pounded relentlessly inside her arching body.
Ben bellowed out her name as he started to come, his seed splashing inside her pussy. Malachi moaned against her neck as he followed, his cock jerking in the snug confines of her ass. “Sweet little fuck,” Mal murmured, stroking his hand down her sides gently.
He pulled out gently, whispering against her neck, praising her, kissing her neck, her shoulders. She whimpered in pain as his semi-rigid cock left her ass, Ben still pulsating within her cleft. He sank to his knees and laid her on the ground, draping her thighs over his. “Look at me,” Ben whispered hoarsely. “Say my name again, let me watch you…”
He stroked her slowly, his fingers teasing her clit. They never even noticed Mal leaving the room as they loved each other, slowly, sweetly this time. Ben worshipped her body with his eyes, his hands, his mouth as he rocked slowly within her.
“So pretty,” he murmured as he bussed her lips with his, cruising over to her ear. “I love you.”
He rocked within her, keeping his thrusts slow and gentle, even though the tightening of her pussy had him craving to plunge and ravage. He licked away the tears that seeped out of her eyes, and found his own eyes stinging, emotions unlike anything he had ever felt coursing through him.
“You are so wonderful, so amazing,” he murmured against her mouth, the salt of her tears on his lips.
“Ben,” she cried, arching her hips. She came with a long moan, feeling him climax inside her before his head fell to rest on her chest, pillowed between her breasts.
“I think I love you too,” she said with a watery chuckle, wrapping her arms around his head, holding him against her as she ran her fingers through his thick silken hair. “I think I love you.”
Chapter Ten
But late the following afternoon, after spending the rest of the night and late into the day with him, making love with him on the dining room table, reality started to intrude, and heat suffused her as she remembered what she had done.
She had fucked two men.
She had gloried in it, and she wanted it again.
What was going on with her? The monstrous lust wouldn’t let her rest, and it was driving her insane. But she was thinking clearly now and her skin chilled, her mind filled with an incessant blathering that made no sense, meaningless words chasing one after the other without any understanding to them.
Slowly she slid from the bed, her feet soundless on the floor.
She dressed in complete silence, her eyes on Ben’s sleeping body, praying he wouldn’t wake. If he looked at her again, she’d fall back into the spell of the last fourteen hours.
Shadoe needed to think.
Needed to understand what had happened to her, what had taken her from quiet, shy Tiffany to Shadoe, a shape-shifting witch who would fuck two men at once and crave more.
Marcus licked the inside of his cheek. The cut there had healed, but he could still remember the pain. Could still remember every bruise. He could still remember the beating he’d taken at the hands of Ben Cross.
Cross.
Hunter. A fucking Hunter. Here…and because of Tiffany. She’d brought them down on him and she’d suffer for that, but Cross was going to pay, too.
Cross had made him hurt.
And Cross would pay for it.
Marcus was going to take it out of his slut’s hide. He had seen them, watching them through a pair of binoculars as he hid on the rolling hillside hundreds of yards away from her house, watching the curtains they hadn’t closed as a vampire who walked in daylight fucked her pussy and that shape-shifting bastard Cross fucked her ass.
Marcus was going to get a piece of her ass, her hide, and her magic.
As she walked the streets with her head down, and her eyes unfocused, he waited in the house out in the boondocks, away from town, away from prying eyes, while his message was delivered.
In the corner, a small girl sobbed, crying noisily.
But she fell silent when Marcus lifted his head and stared at her, his eyes dark
and raging with all the evils in hell.
Shadoe stared at the Inherent woman who stood in front of her, her chin lifted arrogantly, false bravado in her eyes.
In her hand, she held a note.
Shadoe jerked it and sneered at her, unaware of the wave of power that rolled from her, only glad when the stupid bitch’s eyes shifted and then fell away.
A small golden braid fell out of the note when she unfolded it. With the amazing sense of smell that she still wasn’t used to, she caught the hint of lotion and innocence, something forever associated with small children.
Want to be responsible for the death of a pretty little girl? Then ignore me and walk away.
I’ll take another in a week. Then another. And another. Until you come.
M.
Her fingers clutched on the note, balling it into her fist as she lifted her blue eyes to the bitch in front of her. The remainder of the ballsy smile on her face fell away under the weight of Shadoe’s angry, glowing eyes.
“Where is he?”
* * *
So now, she stood in the basement of a tiny house, miles outside of town, her eyes on Marcus’ face, careful to keep from looking at the small girl. If she looked, she’d lose it. Fear was gnawing a hole in her belly as she faced down the man who had tried to rape her. Something dirty and slimy seemed to roll over her skin, clinging to her like a cloak that grew heavier the longer she was in there. It made her feel ill.
It was coming from him…his evil had fouled the very air around them. Her belly pitched and roiled as the fear and nausea warred side by side in her belly, along with a helpless, futile anger.
Part of her whispered that she could do this, that she could face Marcus…but the other part, the larger part that she worked to keep hidden, was almost stupefied, frozen with the fear that raged through her.
That part of her remembered the pain.
That part of her remembered the fear.
And that part of her wanted to run away in terror. Wanted to scream for Ben, for him to get her away from here.
But that little girl…she couldn’t walk away from that little girl.
Licking her lips, she told herself…It will be okay…you aren’t who you used to be… Now if she could just believe it.
First, she had to figure out how to get the pretty little child with the tear-stained face out of here.
“Who is she?” Shadoe asked flatly. “What do you want with her?”
Marcus grinned. “With her, not a damn thing. I saw her playing in the yard. And I took her, because I could. Idiots like you are always do shit like this when it comes to kids. I knew it would work. Knew it wouldn’t take anything more than a threat to her. Now…we are going to finish what we started.”
“Let her go.”
“And if I do?” he offered silkily. “What will I get?”
Dread curdled inside her, and even before she asked—she knew. “What do you want?”
“You. Here. For as long as I want. Doing whatever in the hell I tell you to. And if you try to run, I’ll kill the next child I see. And if there’s a mama around, I’ll rape her while the kid watches.” Marcus’ words were flat, unemotional, and Shadoe saw the truth in his eyes.
“Are you insane?” she asked quietly. “I can’t do that. I can’t agree to whatever. For a bastard like you, that could mean becoming a murderer, a drug dealer, a million disgusting things that I refuse to do. I won’t sell my soul to the devil, not even to save somebody from him.”
Marcus chuckled. “Such an innocent little bitch you are. The Hunters would be proud to have you—but they won’t want you when I’m done.” He paused, a thoughtful look on his cold face. Then a smile lit his face and he offered, “If I give you my word that I won’t force you to harm anybody, physically, mentally, emotionally…will you agree?”
“Whose opinion of harm are we going by?” she asked warily.
He grinned, revealing a charming, deceptive smile. “Yours, since I’m feeling so benevolent.”
“And how do I know you’ll honor your word?”
“You don’t. But if you don’t make a decision soon, you get to see her die…unless you think you can stop me.” Marcus cocked his head and said, “Time is wasting, Tiffany Morgan. Will you run with me? Or let the kid die? And I’ll make sure you watch.”
“I won’t run with you. But I’ll stay here, doing whatever you ask, so long as I don’t have to hurt anybody. That means, no drugs, no nasty spells, no murder,” she said softly. Does he really think that Ben won’t come? Then her heart clenched as she thought…What if he makes me hide myself? “I’m going into town with you when you take her back. Make sure she makes it back.”
Marcus inclined his head. “So you can try to escape after I let her go? No. My bitch will take her into town.”
Shadoe laughed, a chilly harsh sound that bounced off the walls in the basement. “Bullshit. You’ll have her dispose of her like trash. If you want me, then we do it my way. I ride in the backseat with the little girl and we drop her off in front of her house. Once I see her in her mother’s arms, we go and I’m all yours.” As she said those final words, a memory loomed large…of him, holding her down and laughing at she fought and struggled.
Sick, sullen fear rocked her, but a little girl… God, how could You let him get his filthy hands on a little girl?
The small child, no more than three, snuffled in her sleep. Downy butter-colored curls tangled around her face as she slept, tiny little shudders racking her, as though she had cried herself to sleep not very long ago.
Slitting her eyes, Shadoe said, “And if you think to touch her again, or anybody else in order to control me, think again. I’ll kill you if you try.”
Marcus snorted. “You? Kill me?”
Shadoe grinned, unaware her teeth had started to lengthen, a minor shape-shift that was a precursor to the complete change. She flashed a smile at him that felt wild, even to her. The woman cowered in the corner and whimpered. Marcus fell back a step before he realized what he had done.
Then fury rippled through him and he rasped, “If you think you can kill me, why don’t you just try? Get it over with now.”
She just stared at him.
“That’s right. You can’t. You’re too fucking soft.”
Shadoe cocked a brow. “I spent five years in prison because of you and a bastard like you. All the softness I had left after what you two did to me died in prison. I can kill you and I will enjoy it. Don’t fuck with me.”
Shadoe sat curled in the corner as the female shifter, Rachel, hauled the shivering child out of the car. “Hurt her, and I’ll hurt you. You know I can,” she said when Rachel carelessly let the girl’s head thunk against the door when she leaned in to grab the shoe that had fallen off. Rachel stilled, then shifted the child from under her arm to cradling her against her chest, awkwardly, but much more gently.
“Don’t threaten my bitch,” Marcus growled.
Coldly, Shadoe said, “That wasn’t part of the bargain. I’ll threaten her if I want to. There’s no reason for her to hurt the baby.” Turning her face away, she drew a knee to her chest. Resting her chin on her knee, she watched Rachel set the girl on the sidewalk right by the house. The girl was kicking and struggling, sobbing for her mother, recognizing her home. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she took off running, stumbling, skinning her knee but back up again without blinking.
Rachel jumped back in and they sped off. “Damn it, I want to see her get to her mama,” Shadoe snarled. “Stop the bloody car.”
“So the bitch can give a vehicle description to the cops? You crazy or do you just think I’m stupid?” Marcus sneered.
“Both. This isn’t the deal. Stop at the end of the street, jerk-off, or I’m gone. If you don’t think I can…try me.”
“Stupid bitch, do you think I’d just let that happen? Don’t you realize I could easily go back there and grab that little whelp up? Kill her right in front of her mama, the cops… and you?” Marcus
demanded, slamming on the brakes as he stared at her, his eyes wide with derision…and maybe something else?
“You do that, and you’re going to attract attention you don’t want,” she said softly, thinking of Ben and Malachi. “I know all about the Hunters now, you know that. And I know you’re afraid of them. You aren’t going to do something that will attract too much of their attention. Of course, grabbing me is going to do that anyway…but you go on a slaughtering spree and I bet you won’t live a week. They’ll see to that. They are close to you now…you know that, and you’re afraid, I can feel it.”
Marcus growled, his eyes flashing at her in the mirror. The insidious fear that she had tried to shove aside reared its ugly head, but she only stared at him blankly, refusing to let him see it, afraid he’d see through her bravado.
It had worked, though, bravado or not. The car stopped. Shadoe craned her neck, watching as the child hit the front door just as it opened. A weary young woman with swollen eyes saw her, then snatched her up, cuddling her to her chest, eyes studying the street. Although Shadoe could see her with startling clarity, the woman couldn’t possibly make out anything more than a vague color of the car as Marcus punched it.
Feeling his eyes on her as they slowed to a more sedate pace inside town, Shadoe lifted her head and met his eyes in the mirror. His malevolence washed over her and she lifted her chin, refusing to let him see the fear that was gnawing at her. With a dismissive glance, she turned her head away. Seconds later, her head crashed into the window as he hit her. “Don’t you turn away from me, bitchling,” he snarled, fury in his eyes.
Her hair hung in her eyes, and she tasted the blood in her mouth where her inner cheek had split under his blow. Under that blow, her fear started to shift, mixing with the helpless anger, and hatred. The hatred gave her purpose… Hatred was good, much better than that blinding fear she had been living with until just this second.
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