Bad, Very Bad Shifters- The Complete Mega Bundle

by Daniella Wright

  “Yeah, maybe you. But there's a lot of bastards out there who don't,” I reply, my voice steely, my heart cold.

  Tannic examines me for a long moment. “I was with the raid to that wolf village,” he says eventually. “It was a raid for the women. We heard tales of mistreatment. We returned most of the women we found to their home countries. We wanted to pass a message that yes, some people are vile and twisted. But not everyone.”

  The ice deepens over my heart. “What? But I was taken again.”

  “Yes. Kostya, it seems, took a fancy to you. I can't tell you why or how, but he obviously likes something in you.”

  I take a few deep breaths, trying to process the information without exploding. So when the dragons raided, they actually returned many of the women who'd been captured by the wolves. But not me.

  The thought of being so close to freedom, so fucking close to being saved, only to have that darkness in me – the thing I'd been using to protect myself appeal to Kostya – it makes me want to scream. It makes me feel cheated. And the fondness I've been harboring for Kostya dies a little on the spot.

  I wonder if I'll be able to convey this to him, or whether he'll just shrug it off. It confuses me as well, because somehow, in the back of my mind, I'd accepted that shifters might want to just take me and separate me from society forever. But to know that they actually did that raid to return people back to society, only to have me taken, angers me.

  Even though the quality of my life has massively improved. Even though I sleep in lush chambers, have rich clothes and food, and can walk out around the dragon kingdom whenever I want, wearing the prince's insignia so people know not to mess with me.

  I enjoy getting pampered, and not having to worry about money. I find I don't miss things like Facebook or Twitter so much, and I used to regularly message on them each day, making the online virtual world just as important as the image I showed in real life.

  I don't miss it at all, actually. And I enjoy being able to sit around and play board games, to actively think on how to beat people or cooperative with them, kind of like sports.

  I don't miss my friends so much, either. They're like distant memories in my head. They were my ideas of what friends might be, but now that I think about it, we were all just using each other in the end.

  So, even though I like my new position in many ways, the fact that I had a chance to return home, but didn't, makes me apathetic. My mind starts plotting what I could do to Kostya in revenge. How to make him suffer. Because he lets me do whatever I can think of to him.

  Not only have I inflicted my darkest desires upon Tannic, but I've done it to Kostya as well. We both noticed how Tannic seems to go wild when I dominant Kostya, so the dark haired prince with his stormy eyes allows me to control him, to order him to his knees, perhaps to get me off, or to endure the pain as I get out the riding crop, and sting his backside with it. Sometimes it's verbal humiliation, sometimes it's pure bondage and simply being left in such a position for hours on end.

  All of it, shamefully, I've enjoyed. It's thrilling.

  “That makes me angry,” I say at last to Tannic, who simply nods. My mind's still whirring with thoughts, and I'm trying to rein in the more chaotic of them.

  “Of course. It's probably why Kostya failed to mention it to you. But I imagine you might have some leverage with him now, Ria. I think if you push hard enough, you might be able to get him to do things he normally wouldn't. You must have family you want to contact, yes?”

  A lump forming in my throat, I nod. I feel the part of me I've buried deep inside creeping to the surface. “You could say that.”

  Tannic nods as well. A soft smile forms upon his wide, handsome face. He's a different kind of handsome from Kostya. My blue eyed prince may have come straight out of a fairy tale, except he'd probably fit the role of a villain better. Tannic, however, you'd probably expect to see chilling on a beach in surfer clothes, smoking weed and calling everyone “dude.” Except, well, he's stiffer necked and stoic, because of his presumably noble upbringing. Maybe more like a blonde prince Harry?

  I contemplate the notion, even as Tannic gently touches my shoulder, dwarfing it in his huge hand. “Try it. I think he'll listen to you. You underestimate the kind of influence you have.”

  There is no animosity or hate in Tannic's eyes. If anything, there's a fondness and affection there. It reminds me again of how often he endures what happens to him, always finding pleasure in the moment. It reminds me of the way that Kostya looks at me, with a hint of wonder, and sometimes with an unfathomable taint to his expression. Like he's trying to conceal something.

  The question is, how do I use the information I've been given?

  Chapter Four

  At first, I don't confront Kostya about it. It's seething in my blood, but I'm still somewhere enjoying the strange arrangement we have now. Like I actually dread losing what's here. I ponder what it means. Do I love Kostya?

  No. I don't think so. But I like him. And maybe I can learn to love him. But I don't want to open my heart unless he's honest to me about this. That he apologizes for his choice of deliberately repressing the information from me, and for taking me.

  I've seen him in so many compromising positions by now. Bent over as I fondle his manhood, chained up for me to inflict whatever punishment I see fit, and his eyes hazed over in lust as he deals with me. I wonder if in a way he's afraid of losing me, which is why he delays mentioning it. As if he could lose me. Where the hell else can I go in such an isolated place? All the fine foods, the drinks, the clothes and the accommodation doesn't alter the fact that he's been keeping this from me.

  I find myself resorting less and less to the darkness inside when I go into the sexual acts, and a little part of the old me peeps out again, once she realizes she's not in the same situation as before.

  I'm sitting next to Kostya now, heart pounding in my chest, as I mentally prepare myself to confront him. I'm dressed in black fur robes because it's a particularly cold day outside, and the heat in the prince's rooms is low. The robes fit me elegantly, though they're nothing compared to the fine, lacy shirt he wears, with gold trimmings upon the sleeves, and his curly dark hair perfectly framing those noble features. It's easy to drown in his expression, to sink into those ice blue eyes and forget that I exist. He has a way of stirring up molten fire in me, that reaches deep into where I perhaps house my soul. I see tremors of his emotion when he's not aware, because I am good at reading what's covered up.

  I knew he was hiding something, for example. It just doesn't tell me what he's hiding. Besides, everyone has secrets. I can read, even as he waits for Tannic to arrive, that he's feeling a little sad today. Possibly because he doesn't want to keep up the torment for the blonde shifter, or for something else.

  I know I only have a short window to tackle him with, so I go for it. “I know that you took me when the other women were returned.”

  Kostya, who is focused on the glass of wine he holds in his hand, turns to face me. There's instant guilt, confirming what I've been thinking.

  I wait for him to deny it, to ask who told me, so he could direct his anger to that person. I don't intend to confess Tannic's name in the matter. He goes through enough without Kostya pouring more shit on him.

  “I've been meaning to tell you,” Kostya says. He sighs, swilling the wine in the glass, before placing it down on the small table to the side of the sofa. “But part of me also hoped if I sat on it long enough, it might go away.”

  I snort. Sitting on problems most certainly doesn't make them go away. “I want to contact my family. My mother and father deserve to know what happened to their daughter.”

  Kostya is silent a long time. I'm hoping my bold, harsh attitude will get through to him. I'm on edge, waiting for his response, waiting to fight.

  The dragon prince closes his eyes. “Very well. I will allow you to contact your family.”

  My heart leaps into my throat at this revelation. I try to disguise t
he hope soaring inside. I see the light at the end of the tunnel, and I want to sprint to it. “I'm holding you to that.”

  Kostya strokes the underside of his left palm. “I'm not looking forward to losing you, though, Ria,” he whispers. “I feel like you could fit in well with us. That you'd bear strong children, and that both Tannic and I can easily grow to love you. You're special.”

  Something wedges in my throat. Before I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think of that statement, Tannic walks in.

  Both Kostya and Tannic examine each other for a moment, and I suspect Kostya is happen for the interruption. I don't plan to let him get away with it, though. Never again.

  “You two have some serious talking to do,” I say, placing my hands upon my hips. “And there's something Kostya owes me right now.”

  Kostya narrows his eyes as he regards me. “What are you implying?”

  “I'm implying,” I iterate, “that you two will seriously work at your fucked up relationship. You think you can continue this BDSM stuff for much longer and just expect things to be okay? You need to decide, Kostya, if you want to take him back, and forgive him. And Tannic – you need to decide how serious you are, and keep that thing in your pants. And accept that you can be happy with each other. No 'sowing your seeds' needed.”

  “We still have another five months to go on the deal,” Kostya replies immediately, glaring at Tannic. “I've already stated explicitly that I won't even think of forgiveness until you've proven yourself for the long run.”

  “Well, you guys can keep it up,” I say, irritation surging inside, “but why not try and work at an actual relationship and some conversation together, too? I know you feel bad for what you do, Kostya. But you're not doing any favors by keeping Tannic at a distance.”

  I watch the two shifters openly struggle with my words. I understand it's a lot to take in. Believe me, I do. But I'm finding myself tired of everything. As much as I enjoy the things we've done together, and my new lifestyle, it lacks a certain emotion. It lacks joy and warmth, because although we do sexually pleasure one another, it's still cold, somehow. It's very possible to have sex without love in it, to enjoy it without strengthening the emotions involved. Kostya wanted me because he saw the darkness inside me, knew I had the iron to go through with everything. The thing is, I got that iron by being forced into an undesirable situation. It didn't just come up out of nowhere. And it gets exhausting, constantly invoking it. I want things to be sweet as well. Kind.

  They don't answer, or confirm anything, so I instead step up to them, and gently order them to undress. After a moment's hesitation, they do, and soon they're both naked.

  I'm fully clothed, but at this point, I'm the mistress, and I'm controlling them.

  I tell them to face one another, and I tell them to kiss and caress.

  It's slow at first, but when Tannic makes the move and steps in close to Kostya's well toned body, running a tender hand through his curls, I can see electricity crackle between them. Their lips touch like a movie moment, and all they need now is torrential rain falling on them to complete the dramatic feel of the kiss. They've certainly missed one another's lips. I'm not jealous or unhappy to see this. I'm relieved. I'm relieved because I can let go of some of the darkness inside me, and feel lighter within my heart.

  Kostya closes his ice blue eyes and kisses Tannic with tenderness, and Tannic envelops his huge arms around Kostya, swallowing him up in a warm embrace. Both of them are getting turned on from the contact, and it's quite the thing to see them kissing one another, their manhoods growing from the contact of their bodies.

  I think there will be plenty of time for me to enjoy myself later. To have them inside me, to orgasm freely. But this moment is for them, and for me. Because I want them to fix themselves, and then I want to fix me, and call my parents, and let them know that I am alive and safe. I'd also inform them that maybe I'll be staying in Balteria for a while yet. After all, Kostya did save me from the wolves. And, if I'm honest, if he did send me back home after saving me, I would have struggled to adjust back to the human world. I'd have no money, my education wouldn't be completed, and I'd have five years of world news to catch up on. I'd have to adjust to society again and find new friends, and I might very well end up a victim in the way we've constructed our society.

  But here, despite me not being able to see it at first, it's somewhat of a blessing in disguise.

  It's easier to live like this. It's better for me. Maybe not for everyone else, but I don't miss technology, and the only people I really cared about were my parents, anyway.

  Quietly, I tell Tannic to take Kostya to the sofa. I know Kostya's usually the dominant one, so I'll make Tannic take that role for this act.

  Part of me is still imagining returning home, somehow, or hearing the relief in my mother's voice when she answers the phone. Thank God, I think, that I still know her phone number. She never changes the SIM card because she doesn't want to go through the process of remembering another number.

  Tannic is now on top of Kostya, and I step in closer to them to watch and to guide, telling Kostya to make sure he's thoroughly lubricated down there, and to focus on being worshipped by Tannic. For Tannic, I tell him to treat Kostya as his king, and his green eyes fixate on me for a moment, sending delightful shivers in me, before he kisses Kostya on the neck, and rubs one hand all over his body. I'm close enough now to touch them, and when Tannic slides inside Kostya, I touch Kostya around his manhood, planning to make them both come at the same time. My cheeks are just as flushed as theirs, and I'm enjoying this, enjoying the power that comes with it. It's easy to be turned on by it, and it's wonderful to see them treating each other with affection, rather than pain and lust.

  Tannic's impressive muscles flex above Kostya, and I imagine those same muscles above me for a moment, before shaking away the thought. I add suggestions here and there to make the moment stronger for them. A kiss here, a word there, a promise in one another's ears. It's like I have them under my spell as they dance to my every whim, though my whims this time are gentle.

  It's nice to not have my darkness on the outside. It's nice I don't have to resort to her, though I appreciate she's there all the same.

  Kostya's erection is hard but soft under my touch at the same time, and I help stroke Tannic's balls as well as he buries into Kostya, encouraging them both now to climax.

  The timing is near perfect – they both come with shuddering gasps, their great chests heaving, their eyes glazed over in bliss. As Tannic extracts himself, I consider leaving them alone for a moment, to share the words they must be dying to say. However, Kostya faces me with a wide smile.

  “Wow,” he says. “That was... hot.”

  “Yeah,” Tannic agrees faintly. He fans his cheeks, which are still blazing. “My heart's still faster than a machine gun at the moment.”

  “Good,” I answer, proud of them both. “I'll give you two a moment to talk alone.”

  “But don't you want pleasuring too?” Tannic asks.

  “There's plenty of time for that later,” I reply. “Right now, this is your time. That's what this was meant to be. But I'm holding you onto your promise, Kostya. I want to be able to speak to my parents.”

  “You will,” he says. “But will you stay with us? Please?”

  I take a moment to reply, making sure internally that this is what I want. “I'll stay.”

  The answering smiles on Tannic and Kostya are generous and radiant.

  I leave the room, letting them have the time. My heart's still beating fast, and excitement courses through me.

  Soon, my mother and father will hear from me. Their long wait will be over, as will mine.

  And my new life will begin.

  In time, I'm sure I'll grow to love these two shifters, and I plan to help them through the cracks of their broken relationship. I plan to drag Lucille and Kalina to more games, have camping sessions in the mountains.

  I plan to live my life to the full,
with both light and darkness in me.

  Sold To The Fire Beasts

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A Dragon Shifter Paranormal Menage

  I grew up in a religious family. You know the kind, strict Christian, love your neighbor and all that… except if they happen to be gay or not a Christian, or a shifter.

  Or, well, if you’re me. I did a little… scheme to make money. The kind that would make my father have a fit to discover. And, well. He did.

  He discovered, and within a short space of time since him finding out, I lost my way. The shifters took me. I was traded away for safe passage, and I’m not sure, even if I escape, if I’ll be welcome back home.

  About the only place I feel welcome nowadays, is in the home of the two people who own me. Feltan and Arula.

  * * *

  Chapter One

  I lived in a small community where people despised shifters. It wasn't exactly uncommon to see people walking up and down the streets with their placards, waving their hate signs and calling for shifters to be kicked out of their country. I didn't have any contact with shifters, and, well, though I saw the stories on the interne, of shifters being kind, they never registered in my consciousness.

  The ones with manslaughter, rape and kidnapping – those were the ones my parents showed to me, with great glee, along with mugshots of shifters who could turn into weasels or whatever.

  We lived in North Dakota, in a ring of small communities, with one large town for us to buy all our goods from. Most people here didn't know about the world outside or care about it.

  I only knew myself from the books I read which took me to different places, but there's a contrast from knowing something intellectually, and actually experiencing it in person. I still remember when I was in a car with three of my best friends, all of us white Americans, we passed a black dude walking the road on the other side. My friend next to me gave out a shocked scream, planting her hands against the window.