The orgasm I actually wanted to deny hits me with the force of a house tumbling down on me. It crashes through every nerve, fiber, and cell of my body, and for a moment, I think my soul is blown out again.
It definitely feels like I leave my body behind, and I may even blackout for a second, because from the earth-shattering orgasm to the next second, I’m surrounded by a wall of muscle, and Emit’s nose is burrowed in my hair, sniffing me like crazy.
His arms are circled around me—one at my neck, and one at my hips. There’s a dull ache on my back where I felt his claws slash at me earlier. I’m still not sure what provoked that.
My face is shoved against his chest, as the snarling, growling, and tense hold remains.
“That was epic!” Anna shouts. “I love watching Violet have sex with you guys! See how much better this is than Idun TV?” she harps on.
I’d glare at her, but Emit growls in warning when I try to turn my head.
“Hold still for a bit, love,” Arion says softly.
“I’m afraid it’s going to take a day or so for his instincts to wane enough for the real Emit to resurface. Idun got too close, and we didn’t even consider what that meant for him during a mating fever,” Vance adds apologetically.
They don’t see the true point. The point is that they all actually care about him right now, and that brings a sad smile to my lips.
“How good are you holding up? I don’t want her to feel any pain from this,” Vance says, presumably to Damien.
“So long as he doesn’t do any farther damage and her body heals a little faster, I can maintain for at least a few days, if needed. Anything beyond than that, and we’re going to have to find a way to get me in the bed with her so I can refuel,” Damien answers.
Emit makes a content sound, getting more comfortable against me, but when I try to move, he growls and yanks me closer.
Okay. So not even a little wiggle room is permitted right now. Got it.
“I’m telling you, it’ll only be a day. Tops,” Arion says like he’s arguing.
“Do you see the size of the marks on her back? This could take days, Arion. Plural,” Vance bites out.
At Emit’s low, threatening growl, they stop talking.
The arms around me clamp down harder, and a heavy leg is slung around me.
“At least he doesn’t perceive us to be threats, so long as we don’t get too close to the bed,” Arion continues.
Emit starts snoring, while I remained smashed against a lot of man wolf, unable to even move my head without earning a sleepy growl.
I could seriously use a shower.
My back merely tickles, but judging by how much pleasure is coursing through those tickles, I’m scared to know what the damage of this mark looks like. Not that it’ll matter. It’ll thread shut and heal…
Why aren’t the threads working?
I feel them bouncing against my back but not stitching together the wound.
“Mystical marks don’t heal so easily, little monster,” Damien says as though he’s noticed my pointless threads from the shredded sheet under me.
I have no idea what has happened to the clothes I had on. They were already bloody and ruined, so it’s not like it matters.
“This day has been exhausting,” I mumble as I let my eyes slowly shut, relaxing and turning myself over to the wolf’s embrace.
A content sound rumbles in his chest in response to my silent surrender, and I pat his massive shoulder that seems even bigger than usual. He nuzzles me, making another content sound.
“If she’s this agreeable with savagery, I wish my monster had the urge to claim her,” Arion grumbles.
“If I don’t feed within the next week or so, my monster may take things into its own hands,” Damien points out very deliberately.
“This monster is going to sleep right now,” I mutter into the werewolf’s chest. “Maybe you all should have spent the last five months—”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” Vance interrupts, sounding amused. “Don’t worry, Violet. Such a small grudge will surely flee you soon enough. I’ll make it up to you.”
I’m not sure why I smile, but I am glad Emit’s massive arm is mostly blocking my face so that they don’t see it.
I’ll blame the post-orgasmic bliss that has almost put me into a coma for the stupid grin that won’t go away. Because I’m still pissed.
I think.
Stupid, infuriating, male monsters.
CHAPTER 17
ARION
Emit’s fucking her. Again. Very roughly, I might add. It’s the only thing distracting me from Vance’s conversation with a worried beta of mine. It’s far more interesting to watch how very much Violet’s seemingly soft body can handle.
I’m not holding back next time. I’m going to give her my monster too, damn it. All of me. Make her my fucking bride the way he’s made her his mate.
“It’s only fair,” I mutter to myself.
“Surely she’ll return soon, Shera. Just have Avery pitch in if it’s so hard to run Sanctuary without her…Idun won’t step foot on those grounds. For now, we have her word,” Vance is assuring her.
“It’s been three damn days. How much longer could the wolf possibly possess his body without the help of a full moon?” I gripe, frustrated all to hell and back.
Vance pinches the bridge of his nose as he puts his phone away.
Violet was draped around me and soothing the ache inside me when that damn wolf broke free from his cage. He’s occupied her like the selfish prat he is ever since.
Violet cries out in a garbled, tired tone, and I poke my head in the door, seeing her sitting atop him, as her head drops down, her entire body trembling, as two large hands come around to grab her ass and start working her hips for her. She droops in exhaustion, barely holding herself up, as the mutt continues to ravage her.
I’m so jealous that I’m visibly seething.
“That fucker broke my bed and took over my room. That bed is the only reason I get what little sleep I get,” Vance grouses from the corner, throwing a knife into the wooden board across from him.
“I’m damn near depleted. How’s her back looking today?” Damien asks from the ground, turning paler by the minute, as his lips start to fade into a blue hue.
“It’s scarred over completely today. Those marks will last a century at the very least. Or five,” I answer, idly wondering why in the hell the wolf cut her so deeply.
Idun’s mark was barely a single claw on her shoulder blade, and even that was a devastating defilement of her body that she worked hard to remove.
Violet has five deep gashes that start at the top of her right shoulder and streak all the way down her back to her hip in a diagonal. It looks like he damn near wanted to rip her in half to ensure the deepest cut.
She drops to his chest, crying out his name, distracting me, as the scent of her pleasure teases and torments the three of us, who can’t get close to that bed without catching a claw to the gut.
We’ve all tried. Vance is sliced up the worst.
It’d be stupid to fight the wolf without Emit at the reins, because someone’s going to die if we do—probably Emit. After all, I’m the vicious vampire no one can defeat.
I want to be a monster right now. Violet always pays closer attention to the monsters who turn her on…or the pathetic. Pathetic isn’t really my style.
All her attention and energy has been spent on the wolf these past three days.
“That’s it. That’s all I’ve got. I can’t go on longer without feeding. If he hurts her, someone fucking kill him,” Damien groans as his eyes roll back in his head.
“Someone drag him in here and let him get a small taste, while she’s pumped full of drugging pleasure and pheromones,” Emit calls from the bedroom, sounding completely…lucid.
We all sort of stare at each other, and Vance’s eyes narrow to slits. I find it highly suspicious that Emit’s wolf just happens to release him when
Damien can’t hold back Violet’s pain any longer.
“Emit!” Violet shouts in excitement, and I peer back inside to see her throw her arms around his neck, holding him like he needs comforting.
The motherfucking wolf smirks at me over her shoulder, his arms going around her middle, as he hugs her to him. His eyes are still fully brown with pieces of ember sizzling out. He can control the wolf’s presence...
How much has been real and how much has been show?
I can’t decide if I’m impressed or incensed right now.
His arms tighten around her, hands feeling the deep lines of his marks, as he kisses the side of her neck, a slight growl accompanying the touch.
It’s then I realize just how strongly different this mating is from the last.
It makes me envy him that much more.
Vance kicks the door open and begins dragging Damien inside. I grab our chap by his feet, and we both drop him onto the bed.
Emit drops back with his hands behind his head, as a naked, sexed-up Violet slides over to Damien, pressing her lips to his.
His color immediately starts flooding back, and one of his hands stabs into her hair, dragging her closer.
She groans in a way that doesn’t sound sexy.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk. Take what you can for now,” she murmurs against his lips. “And then give me time to recuperate.”
He hungrily kisses her, but apparently he’s too low on pheromones to coerce her into more.
As more of his color fills in, Emit lifts up, kissing Violet’s shoulder.
“I want in on this too,” I state as I head toward the bed.
Violet quickly scrambles away, her legs shaking as she struggles to walk.
“You fuckers just won’t let a man feed even when he’s desperately starved,” Damien whimpers, covering his eyes with his arm. “I can’t even disappear right now.”
Violet ends up naked on a bench, as the curtain behind her drops and lands on her shoulders, quickly fashioning itself into a makeshift cape.
She gives me a very isolating look. “I’m not sure what’s been going on, but this was all of necessity. You’re all still very much in the dog house for being assholes,” she states very pointedly toward me. And Vance.
She seems less angry at the wolf and Morpheous. So…I just need to get into her wadded up panties to make this better. Surely I can achieve at least that much.
Another day.
Not today. The girl looks positively bow-legged.
“That’s my girl!” Anna shouts from the rafters, where she’s leisurely perched with a dreamy smile on her face. “Fuck em’ for three days and walk out like the boss you are, while they’re begging for more. I’m so damn proud of you!”
Violet glares up at the rafters, and she exhales harshly, as her gaze moves back to Emit.
“Will you explain what all this means later?” she asks him as he stands, but she holds up her hand. “At a distance. My body is really not okay with me putting distance between us when you’re that close right now.”
We all exchange a look, as Emit’s dark grin emerges, canines flashing from his mouth like the wolf is salivating for more of our little monster.
“The omegas will fill you in,” he says softly. “I’ll be by later to check on you.”
“From a distance?” she asks, taking a stumbled step back when he advances.
What is this? This is new. This didn’t happen with Idun when she temporarily bore his mark, did it?
His lips tug in a smirk I don’t really appreciate.
“I’m the unpredictable menace. Not him. I don’t like this new edge he’s got about him,” I inform Vance, who is studying Emit just as intently as I am.
Violet doesn’t even acknowledge us, as she goes to the bed where Damien is still collapsed, though his color looks much better.
“Connecting to you without touch to create pleasure, outside of a pheromone-infused party, has left him mostly depleted. But he’ll naturally replenish as the days drag on,” Emit tells her without looking away from me, smirking like he and I were in competition and I’ve lost.
I don’t like this. At all. I’m not even sure what’s going on.
“I can give you a ride,” Vance offers, stepping in front of her with an easy grin.
She eyes him. “Actually, I have my van here, but can you carry me to it?”
Son of a bitch. I should have offered her a ride first.
Vance’s grin only doubles as he lifts her, and she hisses out a whimpered breath. “My vagina needs ice. Lots of ice,” she mumbles as she buries her face in his neck and puts her arms around him.
“Why am I being left out?” I call to their backs.
“I’ll call you later,” Violet says on a sigh.
“Was she talking to me or one of you?” I ask the other two dicks in the room.
Emit’s still smirking, as he checks himself in the mirror, running a hand through his hair.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask him as I put my hands on my hips.
The telling roar of Violet’s wretched van pulling out seems to spark amusement in the confounding wolf’s eyes.
“Game on, Vampyre,” he states, confusing the bloody hell out of me by this point.
“Is it just me, or does his obnoxious muscles look a little bigger? Is that even possible?” Damien grumbles as he peers out from under his arm with a frown.
I don’t get the chance to examine anyone or anything. Emit streaks across the room so fast that even I barely gauge the action.
The window behind me shatters when my back collides with it, as a hard grunt is knocked out of me from the beast now made of concrete or some shite.
My body twists in the air, smoothly flipping so that I land in a crouch, and I look up at Emit, as he snarls down at me.
“You watched us without our knowledge?” he asks around a snarl. “How did you astral project?”
“Heard that, did you?” I ask dryly, straightening and pretending my muscles aren’t screaming from the surprise attack.
Why does he feel stronger?
Vance jerks to a halt, sword in hand, looking between us with his eyebrows lifted in confusion. “What did you do?” he asks me.
“Idun got to him even while he had wolf brain, apparently,” I state, wiping blood away from my lip.
Emit drops from the window, shaking the ground when he lands.
“He’s definitely bigger,” I decide. “Not a lot, but now he sounds like steel dropping.”
The wolf man smirks. “What did you see, Arion? My armies? My generals? What secrets have you extorted and given to Idun?”
I blink a few times.
“He’s not with Idun. He plans to make Violet his bride to prove as much,” Damien chimes in from the top. “Someone kiss me. I’m hurting up here.”
I’m not bloody kissing him.
“He’s suffering because of you milking your time with Violet,” I tell the fucker in front of me. “You kiss him.”
Emit wrinkles his nose. “I only stole an extra few hours. I was somewhat present in the back of my head; I just had no control over myself.”
He licks his lips, staring down at the claws that are really a lot bigger.
“Mating Violet got you an upgrade?” I ask very seriously, finding the bride thing twice as appealing as I already did.
I hadn’t thought that possible.
“I gave up a huge portion of my soul for a woman I loved and planned to spend all eternity with,” Emit says, pursing his lips as he stares down at his claws that are retracting on their own. “She wore my mark for less than a decade before she finally managed to burn it away using Pandora’s abominable magic.”
“So you figured you’d bury your mark deep into Violet’s flesh then?” Vance asks as he twirls the sword in his hand, clearly debating whether or not he wants to use it on the wolf.
At least it better be the wolf he’s considering. I’ve done nothing wrong fo
r once, and I’ve already been pushed out of a window. Well, I’ve done nothing wrong recently.
“What did you see, Arion?” Emit grinds out, attention back on me.
“Finish up with your story. It’s far more interesting than mine,” I counter.
Emit rolls his eyes, looking over at Vance.
“Violet submitted. She’s always submitted to me. My wolf made sure the marks would stay on the one he didn’t want getting away. I fought too hard to deny I had any feelings for her at all, and it took things into its own hands, when the one who betrayed it threatened her by standing too close, after having already beaten her to a bloodied pulp. I barely held it back that day,” he goes on, scrubbing a hand over his face. “It’s been a fucking nightmare, and I had no idea what was going on with me, because my wolf hasn’t tried to claim anyone since Idun.”
I clap my hands together. “Well then. That’s great and all, but why do you feel like a tank when you shove a vampire out a window?” I drawl.
Emit’s eyes turn toward me with unsettling excitement. The wolf wants to fight now that his muscles are a match for my speed.
“I’ll still kick your ass,” I assure him.
“Only one way to be certain,” the brute says before he charges.
I’m expecting it this time, and I dodge to the right, only to be hit so damn hard that it snaps my head to the left violently. The potent punch of power sends me flying. That daft animal actually guessed which direction I’d go.
Getting my feet under me, I manage to dodge his next hit, coming up with my claws and stabbing the beast in the side.
His elbow slams down on my arm, and a hand clutches around my throat, before he throws me through the downstairs window.
I crash and slide across the floor, hating the fact I fasted these last three days because I was hoping Violet would share a little of her blood with me. It’s been too long, and I miss it too much.
The taste of her addictive sweetness on my tongue…
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