Dynamics (Mists of the Fae Book 7)

by Jaime Marks

  “I…I can’t…only you,” she cried softly, her voice shaking as the fear in her eyes tore him apart.

  Gently caressing her back he tried to comfort her. “I know, I know…God this is so fucked up!” He took her face in his hands and lifted her so he could look in her eyes. “Baby, if you fight him, he’s going to hurt you and I know…I know you can’t just give yourself to him.” He kissed away some of her tears. “I don’t want this, baby…but I don’t think I can watch you suffer like that. At least…at least if I can touch you…SHIT…I never wanted this for you.”

  He closed his eyes struggling to get through this somehow. Once he took a deep breath he met her gaze again and pleaded with her to understand. “Let me help you, baby. Let me make this easier…please…just…focus on me. I’ll make this good for you, baby. I promise…”

  It was only partially a lie. There was nothing that would make this right, but if he had to do this he’d damned sure make it was as pleasurable for her as he could manage. He had to get her through it. He’d take the pain the bastard gave for her, making sure she only experienced pleasure.

  “I don’t…I…” She searched his eyes as if she were looking to him to save her but there was no way out this time and it killed him that he was failing her, allowing this.

  Lazurys stepped into her and Byryn glared as he ran his claw down her naked back. “I will take you with or without your mate there to comfort you, Staryana. You should be honored. I did not give your Mother such an option.”

  Byryn watched the evil grin that spread across his face and he had to bite back on his rage. He shook it off, forcing himself to focus on her. Attacking Lazurys would only get him killed and leave her completely at his mercy.

  The clawed hand ran lower on her body and she flinched against him as the bastard touched her places no one but Byryn should ever have the right. He had no idea how, but he would find a way to kill the bastard for this one day. God, demon, it didn’t matter. Byryn would find a way to destroy him for touching her. He would find some way to make him pay for everything bad that had happened to her at the hands of the Shade, and for everything that he knew she’d endure.

  She was shaking against him. “Baby? Please,” he begged but he knew she wouldn’t agree to this. He’d have to seduce her if he didn’t want to see her torn apart.

  Hating himself for it, he kissed her as his hands rose to caress her breasts. He used his essence to ease her seduction as the Dark Lord teased her delicate folds. It was wrong, he was coercing her into this, but knowing the alternative this was the only choice. She’d never give in on her own. They teased her as her body relaxed slightly and he coaxed her arousal to the surface.

  Kissing his way to her ear he nipped at the lobe whispering, “Please, baby girl, let us take care of you. We’ll make you feel so good.” His body was already responding to hers. He’d give her everything of him, easing her through it, and some day he’d find a way to make things right between them.

  Despite the tears that still streamed down her face, she gave into the passion they were stirring in her with a nod of agreement. It was enough. They suddenly found themselves lying in a large bed. Byryn glanced down to find that he was naked but his wounds were closed.

  He sat up and pulled her close, continuing to caress and seduce her. Lazurys knelt beside them, his Dark body taking a more sculpted, ebony colored form, the flames no longer dancing on what Byryn supposed was his flesh. Really he looked like he’d been carved of stone.

  “You will both drink first,” the Dark Lord commanded. “The power in my essence will ease this for her and give you both the strength to endure.”

  Byryn lifted her chin. “You need to drink from him, baby.” She cried harder, tensing up again, and it broke him. “I know, baby, I know. I promise I will find some way to make this right. Just…” He shook his head. “Let me make this easier on you.”

  Her voice was muted and broken, “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  Lazurys offered his arm, a deep gash overflowing with his Dark essence glistening in front of them. Byryn gently guided her to him but when she got close she turned her head. She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

  “Byryn, give me your arm.”

  He complied and the Dark Lord sliced him open resting his arm beside it so their wounds were parallel. His black blood flowed over into Byryn’s red, pooling together on his wrist.

  “Now get her to drink or I will force it on her.”

  Byryn grit his teeth guiding her to his wrist. He steadied himself with his breathing and murmured in her ear, “It’s alright, baby. Take from me. Let me make you feel so good.”

  Slowly she leaned forward and drank from his wrist. Despite the situation, despite how much he hated what he was doing, he still felt the pleasure of her drinking from him. It was a high to feel her take his pure essence pulsing into her and he knew it was easing her. He could feel her desire stirring strongly as she lost herself in the act.

  Lazurys shifted their arms, pushing his away so that she was drinking only from the Dark Lord. Byryn’s mating instincts rushed forward to protect her. Bonded mates did not share. She was his. He tried to attack him, to fight back, but found himself bound by some invisible force.

  “Only for the moment, Byryn. Never forget that I am in control,” the bastard gloated as he ran his clawed hand through her hair, petting her like he treasured her.

  He watched in agony as she latched onto Lazurys’ arm and he could feel his Darkness flowing through her. It was like she was suddenly drugged and he knew she was in the Dark Lord’s thrall. The bastard still wouldn’t be able to control her on her own, but she wouldn’t fight as hard now. In a respect it was a relief because he couldn’t bear to see the pain she’d endure if she fought Lazurys. At the same time…it was killing him.

  “Good, child. That is enough.” He watched as he gently pushed her back against the bed before bringing his arm to Byryn’s lips. “Drink and I will release your binds. Deny me and I will take your insolence out in her flesh.”

  He glared up at him but leaned his head down and latched onto the wound. As he drank and the thick, syrupy essence flowed passed his lips, his mind clouded. Passion and desire flowed through him overtaking his rage and all he could feel was his lust for her, his desire for her.

  As his binds released he crawled onto her body taking her mouth hard. Byryn ground against her, allowing her to feel the strength of his need for her. His hands roamed her body, massaging her breasts, pinching her pert nipples, sliding down to her sweet, wet slit. He kissed down her body as he sank two fingers deep within her relishing in her moan as she arched into his touch.

  The Dark Lord gripped his hair pulling him back. He cut her open with his claw before lowering him to her flesh. He latched on drinking greedily of her essence. Her desire and lust flooded him and his need to take from her pulsed through him.

  He felt Lazurys’ claws on his back, saw him lean down and kiss her, but they were both so lost, his touch only seemed to enhance their pleasure. He felt a firm hand reach down and stroke him as his body was guided around. Her mouth took him in, her tongue circling the head of his sex before taking the entirety of him into her throat. His head was pushed toward her sex and he gladly leaned down to taste her sweet nectar as he lapped at her clit. Her body clinched around his fingers as she spilled over and he slid them out of her, letting his tongue sink deeply inside her to lap up the sweet juice.

  Lazurys guided his hand around her leg to her tight little rose bud and he began to tease her, sliding a finger gently inside as she moaned. The Dark Lord guided his mouth back to her tender bundle of nerves and he felt him slide his sex within her. A wave of passion and fire flowed through them both and as she took Byryn’s sex deep into her mouth his seed shot down her throat. She swallowed it and licked him clean, cupping his balls as she worked him into another hard on. He sucked and licked both her clit and the Dark God’s sex as it pumped into her while he fingered h
er ass.

  Byryn sat up to watch her a moment before the Dark Lord guided his mouth to his in a hard, passionate kiss. He could hear her moaning his name as he caressed her body. God he needed her.

  He added another finger to her tight little ass, preparing her even as Lazurys thrust into her body. She trembled as another orgasm over took her. He felt Lazurys’ release pulse over them both enhancing their desire, their needs. He fed on it all. Her pleasure was taking him to new heights. He needed to be inside her.

  “Then take her, Byryn,” Lazurys murmured in his ear as he guided her to core. “Sate your Dark desires in her flesh. Sear your touch into her skin. She is yours. Feed from her and mark her as your own.”

  He slammed into her core as he slid his arms under her legs and just about bent her in half as he began to pound into her. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her and she writhed beneath him screaming in pleasure as her nails raked down his arms. He bit into her leg drinking her in as he took her letting his need drive the strength of their coupling. He hammered into her, reckless in his bliss as he took everything her body had to give.

  Staryana’s core clenched around his cock, her orgasm milking him as he spilled deep inside her. It burned the edge off is frenzy but it wasn’t nearly enough. He needed more.

  Byryn slid out of her as Lazurys pulled her on top of him and he reached down spreading her juices over her bottom making her nice and slick. He slid into her tight rosebud as Lazurys took her core and she screamed in pleasure, in pain, but she begged them for more. They took her hard as Lazurys opened a cut on his neck guiding her to drink from him once more.

  Something in Byryn was screaming out to stop. That this was so very wrong but he couldn’t think, couldn’t stop. All that mattered was the pleasure, the pain that fed a part of him he never knew was there. They spilled into her over and over, twisting and turning her into new positions as she screamed and moaned, always begging for more, until she was completely spent and passed out. He laid her down, gently caressing her, kissing her body. She murmured softly under him in her sleep as the last of the haze began to fade from his mind.

  Lazurys grabbed him by the neck in a firm grip forcing him down onto her sleeping form. He slammed onto him from behind taking him on top of her as he tore into his flesh. Byryn cried out in shock, the pleasure barely making the pain tolerable. It was too much and he fought against the demon’s hold.

  An arm appeared in front of his mouth spilling the Dark Lord’s black blood over her body. “Take of me, Byryn. Give yourself to me and ease this for yourself,” Lord Lazurys demanded.

  He lapped the essence from her skin, needing the connection to her before latching onto Lazurys’ flesh. It drugged him, pulling him back into the lust filled bliss and he gave himself over. Darkness filled him as the essence took hold.

  The Dark Lord stilled, caressing his body as he drank. “Yes, give yourself to me. You will be so much more than you know. The four of you will be mine and I will grant you more power than you can dream of.” The words swirled through his mind confusing him a moment but he couldn’t hold them. He was too lost to even fully register them.

  As Byryn drifted further into the haze he released him, slamming him down on top of Staryana. The Dark Lord was brutal and relentless in his desire as he pounded into him and though she slept he kissed and caressed her body adding to his own pleasure by just touching her. All he knew was pleasure, pain, and her before he drifted into the Darkness.

  Pravyous stood in the ether watching his brother partake in the pleasures of his Master. He wanted to join them, but it wasn’t time for his brother to know him yet. He laughed wondering what he would think when they met. Would he see him only as Michael? It would be a grave error on his part if he did.

  In truth seeing him give into the Darkness soothed something in him. It was as Byryn was meant to be. He couldn’t stand the weakness his brother had become. Byryn had forced him to endure beatings and near torture in their youth in an attempt to cultivate his strength. He had done the same with each of their younger brethren to break them of their weakness. It was unimaginable for him to have betrayed them.

  He would not be satisfied until he could bring Byryn’s strength back to the Darkness and he paid the penance of his betrayal. At least that’s what he originally thought. Watching him now, seeing him like this…it made him want more.

  His Master’s essence flowed over him allowing him to feel the power, pain, and pleasure that flowed over the three of them. It was an intense series of waves that took him to his knees crippling him with need. He wanted them both, his brother and his Master. Even his brother’s whore held a strength that was intoxicating to him. He watched as they were paced to exhaustion, savoring in the sensations his Master allowed him craving so much more.

  Jealousy flared as his Master’s attention turned to his brother. Pravyous couldn’t join them, couldn’t share in their lust and depravity. It was his place to bear his Master’s desire. His place to sate the Darkest desires of the Dark Lord’s whims.

  Master Lazurys roared out his release as he slammed into Byryn and his brother’s release erupted over his mate’s skin before he passed out sprawled over the girl. It was over. His brother lay bleeding and broken, draped over the whore like used toy. The girl had fared far better, not nearly as damaged, but then Byryn had bore the brunt of his Master’s rage, shielding her from it.

  Suddenly sharp claws ripped into Pravyous’ skin as his Master slammed into him from behind. He tore him open, using him to quench his baser needs. “I need you, my Servys, or I will destroy them both in my desires,” he groaned. “Their combined strength, their power is intoxication beyond my imagination. It is like having Lunya at my will.”

  “Then…why not…use them? Why restrain…yourself…Master?” He groaned.

  “They are not yet ready. If I wish to truly harness their power I must possess and control them without breaking their will. They must come to me willingly, learn to savor in the gifts I can grant them. We must gain their trust, bring them around to our way, Pravyous.” He slammed into him harder forcing a moan out of him as he chuckled, “When the time is right I will allow you to taste them both. You will have them at your mercy as I have you all at mine.”

  An intense wave of heat coursed through him as his Master’s flame enveloped them both and his release shot through him. “Oh Master, my Master,” he moaned giving himself over to the pain.

  “Feel the intensity of my power strengthen by them, my Servys. How perfect that you can endure this,” his Master murmured as he took him, forcing his essence though his veins.

  He willfully accepted the gift of his pain, giving himself over completely. He was but a vessel for the desires of the Dark Lord who had claimed him as his own. It gave him focus and purpose just as serving Crytos always had. He belonged to his Master completely and he would see his will done. The entirety of the Fae would fall at his Master’s feet and beg for their existence once he brought the Sacred Borne to heel.

  Chapter 2

  Reyana sat in the window seat holding her stomach. How had everything gone so wrong? Cymeryn and Marcus had taken every precaution to prevent something like this from happening and still the kids were gone. Star, Byryn, Kyle…she didn’t know if they would be able to get them back or what state of mind they would be in if they did. She shuddered as the memories of what she endured at Lazurys’ hand invaded her mind. She hated the idea that Star was going through even a portion of that.

  Strong arms wrapped around her lifting her into his lap as she tensed. “Shhh, Rey. We will get them back and you should not dwell on these memories. We both know better than most what they will endure but we have survived his tortures. We will see that they do as well,” Cymeryn murmured against her ear but she pulled away; moving to sit in the small white arm chair to give herself some distance as he sighed.

  He was right. He always was. He only meant to comfort her, but she wouldn’t allow either of them to touch her. She co
uldn’t bring herself to enjoy pleasure and comfort when her daughter, son in law, and step son were being held and tortured by that evil bastard and she sat here helpless to do anything to protect them. She couldn’t even try.

  Even if they got the kids back this would never be over. She was pregnant with twins and she knew in her soul that they were what Lazurys really wanted, not that he didn’t want her as well. She was created from part of his essence and he’d never let her go. He’d destroy everything and everyone that she cared about until he had her and every young she sired under his control.

  Cymeryn knelt in front of her. “Please, do not shut me out, Reyana. I will be leaving soon to get them. I need to your strength to pull me through.”

  Tears streamed down her face as the reality of the situation hit her. This could be her last day with Cymeryn. If the kids couldn’t make it back on their own he would go get them even at the expense of himself. Even then there was no guarantee they would make it back.

  She shook her head. How did it all go so wrong? How could she lose everyone after everything was so right? This was all her fault. If she had never been created there wouldn’t have been any reason for so many people to suffer so needlessly.

  Cymeryn drew her into a tight embrace. “Do not ever think such things, Rey. None of this is your fault. If you had never come to be then neither would we and Lazurys would have long ago overtaken the Fae.” He drew back and met her eyes. “I swear I will not allow you to destroy yourself like this. If you continue to think in such a way we will deal with it,” he threatened. She knew he meant it but he wouldn’t push her with the state her mind was in either.

  Marcus misted into the room and shook his head as he studied her. “Oh Reya,” he sighed.

  They’d been trying to figure out a way to pull her out of this depression since the night before last when it all fell apart. They were running out of time. If Byryn and Kyle didn’t return with Star, Cymeryn could be going to his death. She knew he needed her, but she couldn’t bring herself to let go of the pain she was feeling.