Awakened and Betrayed: The Lost Sentinel Book 2

by Ivy Asher

  Silas lets some bite come through in his tone as he demands an answer again. I can feel the threat in the air, and I know that I’m not going to get out of this unscathed if I don’t cough something up. Seven wolves surround me including Silas and Torrez. I try to picture what it would be like to fight seven versions of Torrez all at the same time. A part of me bubbles over with excitement at what a challenge it could be, to try and take them all on and win. But, could I do it without killing any of them? As much as a good part of me likes the idea of fighting my way out of this, I don’t want to kill any of them, or you know, die.

  “Fucking hell, I think she just got excited by your threat,” Torrez groans, and his pupils dilate as he scents me.

  He seems to be fighting internally with himself about something. A few whines sound off around me, and Silas gets an amused glint in his eyes.

  “Definitely one of a kind,” he grumbles quietly.

  So quietly, that if I didn’t already have my runes activated to increase my hearing, I would have missed it. Silas tilts his head as he considers me, and I decide to do the only thing that will satisfy his question and get me out of here as soon as possible. I tell him the truth.

  “He was here to warn me. I have some history with his nest. He knew my parents, and he felt he owed them, so he came to let me know that I’m not safe here.”

  Torrez and Silas both scent my admission.

  “And what did you say to that?” Silas asks me, a smile fighting to break across his face.

  Why is he suddenly so amused?

  “I said let the threat come. I’ll deal with it when it does.”

  Silas gives me a nod of approval, and Torrez’s hold on my shoulders tightens ever so slightly. I reach up and pinch his nipple in an effort to make him let go of me. Instead of it hurting him and causing him to flinch like I thought it would, the opposite seems to happen. I’m pretty sure he likes it, and the serious erection he’s sporting supports that theory. He pulls me into him and shoves his face in the crook of my neck. He breathes in deeply, and I push against him in protest.

  He nuzzles against me, either oblivious, or just not giving a shit about my efforts to get away from him. Fuck, he’s strong. So I do the only thing I can think to do in this situation. I call on a small dagger and move my hand to his overeager, rock-hard dick. I press the flat of the blade against the base of his hard-on and wait for him to notice. A few seconds pass, and he freezes with realization and then snickers with amusement.

  Does he have any normal reactions to pain or threats?

  Pfft, like you’re one to talk, Vinna.

  Not at all dissuaded by my clear lack of interest, Torrez runs the tip of his nose across the runes on the top of my shoulder. This Balto-ass motherfucker. I swipe my hand and the blade to the side, cutting him, and he yelps back.

  “Witch! What the fuck?” Torrez shouts, his hands flashing from my shoulders down to protect himself.

  He pulls one hand back up and glares at me, when he spots blood on his fingertips.

  “Listen carefully, White Fang. I don’t know what kind of sexual assault passes for affection around here, but I’m not interested in finding out. When a female pushes you away, you move the fuck away. And don’t you ever touch my runes again.”

  Torrez flashes a knowing smile at me that has me seeing red. Fuck it. I take it back; I’m cool with killing at least one shifter tonight. In less than a second, the dagger I’m still gripping goes flying toward Torrez. Silas snaps his hand out, stealing the blade from the air and keeps it from connecting with his Beta. The smug look that was sneaking across the Alpha’s face falls when the second dagger I called and threw, lands in Torrez’s shoulder. Torrez shouts and starts swearing, which effectively wipes the shit-eating grin he was just wearing right off his face.

  I fucking warned him.

  “Well, thanks for the run, the threats, and the complete disregard for my body and boundaries. I think I’ve had quite enough of your hospitality, and I’ll be on my way.”

  I give a terse nod to Alpha Silas, who doesn’t seem to know if he should deal with me or tend to Torrez. I don’t wait for him to decide before I turn around and start walking off. A gargantuan white and gray wolf growls at me when I step toward him expecting him to move out of my way. Magenta streaks crackle over my skin when I call on my Offensive magic in response to the threat.

  The wolf’s eyes quickly dart behind me and then he drops his lips back down over his canines and steps aside. I throw a look over my shoulder and give a nod of thanks to Silas for intervening.

  “The lamia won’t be back. Sorry my drama followed me here.”

  I give an absent wave but don’t wait for a reply, before stalking my way back through the trees. Now to find my Jeep and get the fuck out of here.

  17

  I snuggle in deeper against the large body at my back. Morning wood pushes against my ass, and I rub my cheek against the muscular bicep under my head. Another arm coils tighter around my waist, pressing me in closer to whoever is behind me. Judging by the nicely tanned arms around me, it’s either Valen or Bastien in here with me. They’re lucky I noticed the runes on their finger earlier when I woke up cocooned by my surprise bed buddy.

  I push my ass against the good morning going on in this twin’s pants and fight off a smile. A big hand moves lower on my abdomen as one of the twins groans and grinds against me from behind.

  “Fuck, Bruiser. You feel so fucking good,” Bastien rumbles in my ear, before he nips at my earlobe.

  I tilt my head to give him better access. My teasing laugh dies in my throat when Bastien sucks on my neck and thrusts his cock deliciously close to where I want it. I give an appreciative moan and grind back against Bastien a couple more times before I wiggle around in his arms so that we’re facing each other. By the moons, he’s gorgeous.

  I give a quick thought about my morning breath, but the concern flutters away when Bastien’s lips take hold of mine. He runs his fingers through my hair and deepens the kiss. His tongue teases mine. His lips nip and suck me and every nerve ending in my body, fully awake. He rolls me to my back, and I go willingly, spreading my legs wide in invitation.

  He sucks my bottom lip hard and releases it with a pop. He kisses a trail down my neck while simultaneously pushing up my t-shirt. He grinds his hips between my spread thighs, and the friction has my soaked underwear delightfully rubbing against my lips and clit. My girly grunt of approval turns into a languid moan when Bastien takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. Fuck, he’s going to have me coming from just from that. He alternates flicks of his tongue with deep hard sucks and pinches my other nipple hard with his fingers. He pulls away and softly brushes his full lips around my peaked, sensitive breasts.

  “By the stars, I can’t wait to wake up with you like this all the time. Even if it’s not me, I’m going to get off every morning knowing one of the others is in here doing this to you.”

  Bastien punctuates his confession by trading nipples and resumes his ministrations. I arch into him, encouraging every single thing that he’s doing. My hands are tangled into his dark waves, as I pant and moan, and my orgasm builds. A purple flash of magic ripples down my arms and moves from me to Bastien. His head jerks up in surprise as the magic moves towards him. His eyes close, and he lets out a blissful moan as the violet magic soaks into him.

  If I hadn’t already experienced my orgasm inducing, sexed-up magic with Valen, I’d probably be freaking out right now. But I know it feels fucking amazing instead of painful like I thought the first time it happened. That thought momentarily snaps me out of the hormone muddled moment.

  “Bastien, where are the others, and how the hell did you get in here?”

  He gives a deep moan and grinds against me again, as another ripple of purple magic soaks into him. Fuck. He takes a moment to process that I asked him something and tries to rein in his focus.

  “The guys are all home. It was my night to come and try and break in, so that�
��s why I’m here.”

  I stare at him confused.

  “Knox tried to get in the first night and Valen the second. Your paladin babysitter caught both of them and sent them on their way. I figured the same thing would happen to me, but last night when I showed up, he was nowhere to be seen. So I let myself in.” He nuzzles my nipple with the tip of his nose. “The elders are fucking delusional if they think this place is safe. The gate opens for anyone, and I magicked the window open, and it didn’t even set off an alarm. I’m sure Enoch and Becket probably think they're untouchable because of who their fathers are, but after what happened with the lamia, they should fucking know better.”

  Bastien leans down to get back to business, but I cup his stubble covered cheeks and pull his head up. Shit. Why does reality have to fuck with the needs of my libido?

  “Bas, if so much shit didn’t go down last night, I would be demanding right now that you bang me into next Tuesday. But a ton of shit did go down, so can we pause this fuckfest for like ten minutes?” He smiles at me, his eyes lighting up with humor. “I’m serious; it’s just a pause because this—” I reach down and palm his cock. “needs to be inside of me as soon as possible.”

  Bastien groans and grinds against my hand, and it’s all I can do not to reach into his pants and give his dick a proper hello.

  “Bruiser, we’re not having sex here in Enoch Cleary’s coven house.”

  I sit up on my elbows and give him my best WTF face. “Uh...why the fuck not?”

  “Because your first time and our first time is not going to be under his roof,” he states matter of factly.

  “Well... what the hell, you tease,” I sulk, and yank my shirt down over my exposed breasts.

  Bastien chuckles at my indignation. “I was going to make you come. See what I could do to make you scream my name, nice and loud so everyone could hear the proof that you’re mine.”

  His words streak right to my clit, and I have to fight off a moan and the sudden desire to let him do just that. Fucking hell.

  “Listen, I’ve had enough of all of you pussyfooting around my pussy. I mean, yay, for all your chivalry and consideration and shit. But let’s get this show on the road! And, so there’s no confusion, by show, I mean sex, and by road I mean, a lot of sex. You guys have been holding out on me since all the shit went down with the lamia. Now I’m stuck here in this house, and you guys don’t want to touch me, what the hell?”

  I decide to shut the fuck up before my tone gets more whiny than it already is. Bastien cups my face and forces me to look at him when I try to look away.

  “Bruiser, you had just been attacked and had to watch your friend die. We were all terrified and angry about what happened, and trying to help you through the horror show that you’d just experienced. Come on, you know that wasn’t the right time to take things further. What’s going on? Why the sudden urgency?”

  I look back and forth between Bastien’s hazel eyes and try to read what’s hidden inside their depths. Why do I feel so pressed about this? I could easily blame it on my magic; there’s definitely a pull there whenever the guys are around. Losing Talon could easily be a factor, too. Everything feels so finite in the wake of his death, and there’s a lot of sadness and pain that I’d like to chase away with orgasms and mindless pleasure. But this need is more than that.

  “I don’t know. As weird as it might sound, you guys feel like home. There’s so much chaos right now. I just want to feel settled, anchored in some way, I guess.”

  I try to cover my face with my hands. I’m not making any sense, and I sound like an idiot.

  “Bruiser, don’t do that. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He softly kisses the back of my hands. “I get it. I never realized that you were a piece of me that was missing. Not until you were here. Until you fit into me in a way that made me realize that I wasn’t really all of me, without you. I’m more in a way that’s hard to explain. But I’m more with you, and now that I realize that, I don’t want to go back to the way things were before.”

  I spread my fingers and peek through them to watch Bastien as he’s talking. His expression and his words brand his name into my soul. And I know he’s just marked me as permanently as I’ve marked him.

  “We all hate that you’re not with us, Bruiser. Trust me; we’re doing everything we can to fix it as soon as possible.”

  “Even Captain Cockblock?” I tease, as I drop my hands from my face.

  Bastien laughs and gives me a sweet kiss. “Even the Captain.”

  Bastien starts to say something else and then stops himself suddenly.

  “Oh, you better dish it, Bastien. If you want to hear everything that went down last night, and trust me you do, you better spill whatever your holding onto.”

  He shakes his head at me, but his chest vibrates against mine with his laughter. “Fuck, the guys are going to kill me, but what am I supposed to do when your pushing for sex and calling us home. Who can stand up to that?”

  I laugh and tighten my thighs around his hips.

  “We bought a house yesterday. That’s why we all went radio silent. We wanted to surprise you.”

  I sit up so fast that I almost headbutt him. “Are you serious? Was it one of the ones you guys showed me the other day?”

  Bastien mimes locking his lips and throwing away the key. I squeal in excitement, not even caring that he’s not going to give me any more details. This is huge. This means that even if I get stuck being forced to live with Enoch and his coven longer, I can still go be with the guys in our house.

  Holy shit, it feels weird to say that. We’re an our and an us now. I bounce up and down on the bed.

  “When do you guys get to move in?”

  He shakes his head at me, and I glare at him.

  “Oh, come on, you can at least tell me that.”

  He chuckles again and gives a relenting sigh. “This week. But I’m not saying anything else. I’m going to get my ass kicked enough as it is. Now your turn. What’s all the shit that went down last night?”

  I run my fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck.

  “So, remember that blond lamia, Sorik, that I told you about? The one that seemed like he was trying to help me in some weird way in the cellar? Well, he and I had the craziest fucking chat last night. You are never going to guess the mental shit that I found out.”

  Bastien pushes himself off of me and doesn’t stop until he’s off the bed. He looks pissed, which was not exactly the reaction I was expecting.

  “What the fuck are these idiots doing? I mean how far does your head need to be up your ass to let another fucking lamia get close to you? Where the fuck is your paladin? I’m going to fucking strangle him.”

  I stand up on the bed to try to quiet Bastien, who’s practically shouting at this point.

  “Bas, shut the fuck up. If you wake up the whole house, I can’t tell you what I learned. It’s Sentinel shit.”

  He angrily paces at the end of the bed but doesn’t say anything else, which I take as a good sign.

  “Okay, so long story short. Mave invited me to some moon thing her pack was doing last night. So I went. The Alpha invited me to run with them, so I did. Mave and Pebble disappeared on me, and I’m pretty sure some dirty sex was the reason why. That’s also the reason you were able to get in here last night because I’m pretty sure they are passed out together somewhere. Shifter moonshine is no joke.”

  Bastien tries to say something, but I put my finger over his mouth to shush him.

  “Okay, so I ran with the pack, which was beyond amazing. I’m ninety percent sure they’ll never let me do it again because I stabbed one of the Betas and threatened to cut off his dick. But the run part was fucking incredible.”

  Bastien opens his mouth to ask all the questions brimming in his eyes, but I cover his lips with the palm of my hand to keep him quiet.

  “So that’s where I ran into Sorik. The pack went off to hunt, and I wasn’t allowed to hang for t
hat part. On my way back, Sorik went streaking by me. When I caught up to him, he whipped off his shirt—and guess what the fuck he had on him?”

  Bastien narrows his eyes at me and points to the hand covering his mouth. I leave it there because he’s never going to guess anyway.

  “He has fucking runes, Bas. Runes. Sorik was one of my mom’s Chosen. Can you fucking believe that?”

  Bastien licks the palm of my hand, and I jerk it away at the contact.

  “What the fuck? A lamia can be a Chosen?”

  It takes me a minute to process Bastien’s question because all I can think about right now is all the other places I want him to lick.

  “Fuck Bastien, why’d you have to lick me, now all I can think about is your tongue and that whole screaming your name goal you mentioned.”

  “Vinna, focus.”

  The fact that he just called me by name, and not the pet name he’s used practically from day one, snaps me out of my dirty thoughts.

  “Right. So apparently, Sentinel magic isn’t confined to just casters and Sentinels. We can bond and transfer with anyone.”

  Bastien runs both of his hands through his hair and stares at me. “Holy shit.”

  “My sentiments exactly. Bas, there have to be more Sentinels out there. There’s no way they were all wiped out. I mean where the fuck did Grier come from? I need the tablet. I need to start going through everything that’s on there. Maybe there’s a way to find them. Something in there only a Sentinel would know or be able to make sense of.”

  He starts to pace again, as he thinks about everything I’m telling him. I wait for him to come back around and when our eyes lock he stops.

  “Bastien, I might not be the last Sentinel.”

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