Institute of Supernaturals: Savage

by J. E. Cluney

  I focused, praying that this would work as I closed my eyes.

  I was going to fuck that little shit up.

  19

  Wesley.

  Well. Savage sure had a passion for being dominated. I wasn’t expecting her to allow me to, but I utterly adored it. Finding a chick who let me do it was rare, but Sav had fell right into place.

  Now let’s see how she handled finding her way back to her room naked.

  This was her punishment for killing me. I’d let her off the hook now, after knowing she had to streak around the mansion.

  I smirked to myself as I stopped in the hall and got dressed, carrying her clothes over my shoulder.

  There was much more to Savage than met the eye, and I wanted to know everything I could about that fiery little vixen.

  I sure as hell was not expecting the snarling mass that came at me.

  I threw my arms up as the white kitsune pinned me against the wall. Guess she had decided to practice her shifting.

  Still hadn’t gotten the full shift yet.

  ‘Didn’t want the full shift,’ she snarled inside my mind.

  She held me by the front of my shirt, lifting me higher against the wall.

  ‘Maybe I should render you a baby again for a while for that stunt,’ she snickered as her hand moved to circle my throat.

  Ah, fuck. I’d gotten myself into a bit of a pickle now.

  ‘Does it hurt when you die?’ she asked, and I could sense the morbid curiosity as she cocked her head, that snout inches from my face with teeth bared.

  ‘A little,’ I gasped as I clawed at her hand. Damn, she was strong as fuck. So much for me dominating her. She’d sure as hell turned the tables now.

  Was she serious about killing me again? Fuck it if I was going to die again.

  My mind scrambled at what to do, and then I managed a gleeful grin despite being choked and struggling to breathe.

  ‘What are you smiling at?’

  ‘This!’ I thought back, and she shrieked as she released me, spinning around and then collapsing against the wall as an animalistic moan escaped her.

  Savage was going to be my bitch, one way or another.

  20

  A flaming fucking dildo.

  Never in a million years would I have seen that one coming.

  And now it was rammed inside me, pulsating with a steady warmth.

  I had so many questions, not to mention the pure science made no goddamn sense.

  I had a flaming dildo shoved inside my furry little vagina.

  “I’ll fuck you with fire if I have to,” he rasped as he knelt down beside me.

  I trembled and reached for him with a clawed hand, but a sweet heat kissed my clit and I spasmed.

  Fucking hell. I’ll be damned.

  “I’ve played around with this before, only once. Hunting a witch wanted for murder. Managed to seduce her and try some new funky shit out before I torched her ass. Least I knew it worked,” he said as he rubbed his throat.

  He then leaned forward and stroked my head, sliding his fingers up my ears and playing with the sensitive tips. Who knew ears could be so sexual?

  I shuddered as the strange hot dildo worked on me, pulsating and moving inside me.

  It didn’t burn at all, more like a delicious warmth that filled me up.

  Fucking phoenix and his weird ass magic.

  I closed my eyes as I arched forward, the flaming… thing, massaging my clit and working its magic.

  “I’m going to leave you here until I’m a safe distance, here’s your clothes. That’ll die once I’m far enough away. Guess you’ll have to find someone else to fuck you senseless,” he snickered as he moved my clothes closer to me.

  Asshole.

  But as he began heading down the hall, I could feel my burning toy ebbing away.

  I wanted to hurry after him, keep this incredible new thing going, but it had full hold of me. I didn’t want to move in case it did end up burning me too.

  So I remained motionless, the dildo slowly dissipating and leaving me feeling cold and unfulfilled.

  Great. Now I had to find one of the other guys since Wes had bailed.

  Maybe Tristan would be keen to sate this new arousal.

  I ended up not finding one of the boys on my way back to my room, and accepted that I’d just finish this arousal off myself in the shower. Too bad it was never as fun, and I gave up.

  I was right about the good screw with Wesley leaving me sore and bleeding. But it had been worth it. And the flaming dildo had done no damage.

  How intriguing.

  Tristan had found me googling on my laptop, doing my own research about kitsunes and whatnot. Finding lore that was actually correct was always the hardest.

  He took me to the dining hall, and I joined the others for some delicious looking poached eggs, hollandaise sauce and salmon.

  “How are you settling in?” Mr Oxley asked as I sipped the red wine on offer as well. Fancy, fancy.

  I felt like a little princess. Too bad that was the opposite of my truth.

  “Fine, I guess,” I shrugged. It wasn’t something I could seriously answer. I’d only been here for the day.

  But the sex was definitely good.

  ‘I’ll take that as a compliment,’ Wesley intruded into my mind.

  ‘She means all of us, dickhead,’ Damien growled.

  My princes. How charming.

  Tristan snorted at this.

  ‘Leon’s the only one who could pass as a prince, maybe I could be a prince of hell?’ Tristan mused.

  These telepathic conversations were still so new to me, but they weren’t incredibly bad. It certainly made quiet time impossible, but it was… nice.

  “We should try to teach you how to wield your aura after dinner if you’re keen?” Leon suggested out loud.

  Dominic had joined us tonight, and he was seated beside Tristan on the corner, while Mr Oxley took the head of the table. He still seemed uncertain about me, and I could feel him glancing at me on occasion.

  “I think I’d like a normal night tonight. Are there any DVD’s I could watch on my laptop?” I asked as I dug into my meal.

  The poached eggs and salmon dish was delicious, and I tried to block out my companions in my mind.

  “We’ve got a nice theater set up,” Wesley jumped in. “We can all watch something tonight? I think we’ve earned a night with popcorn and a movie.”

  Dominic looked displeased at this idea, but Leon and Damien were nodding.

  “Sure,” I shrugged, ignoring the unhappy look Dominic shot me.

  Jesus. I’m sorry I stole your fuck buddy, it was unintended. You can still screw him all you want.

  ‘I’ll talk to him,’ Tristan said mentally as he smiled over at Dominic.

  “You’re welcome to join us, Dom,” I said sweetly. Don’t piss off the butler, they could find a million ways to secretly kill you.

  He looked genuinely surprised at this, but nodded as he delicately ate his meal.

  “Sure,” he murmured.

  Good. I needed to keep things smooth with him. Didn’t need him getting me kicked out onto the street, especially if he was Mr Oxley’s right hand man.

  “So, what did you do outside of hunting?” Leon asked, starting up a casual conversation while we dined.

  “Not much really. Used to read a bit, played some guitar,” I shrugged. If he was asking about my hobbies, that was hunting too, and practicing my combat and fighting. Well, sex too.

  Wes choked on his drink as he snorted, resulting in him having a coughing fit and hitting his chest as Damien snickered and Tristan watched on with amusement.

  Leon came to his aid, standing up out of his chair and slapping his back until he was breathing properly again.

  “What about you guys?” I followed up his question once Wes was breathing again.

  “Damien and I are into gym, of course, and we sometimes play PlayStation with Tristan and Wes,” Leon said as he took his seat and
continued his dinner. “I have some hobbies too.”

  “Hobbies,” Damien snickered. “He likes to practice his ‘divine intervention’. Having angel grace means we can heal humans, after all, angels were meant to protect and serve humans long ago,” Damien sighed.

  “Can you heal supes too?” I asked curiously.

  “Yes, but it’s harder, much harder, can be risky for us too,” Leon took over the conversation as he glared at his brother. “Damien likes to rescue wildlife and mend them back to health. Definitely not his wolf side that encourages that,” Leon said with a hint of a smirk.

  I just gave Damien an utterly shocked look. I had not expected such a thing from him.

  ’So you can be soft,’ I sent him, and he muttered in response before catching my gaze.

  ‘Animals are nicer company than people. They’re less judgmental.’

  Ouch, I felt the double meaning of that as he focused on his food.

  “What about you guys?” I asked as I turned to Wes and Tristan, ignoring Damien’s little jab.

  “I like to read and draw on occasion,” Tristan said blandly, like it was nothing major. That was not something I’d expect of a demon-born. I was thinking more hellfire and torture.

  ‘Wow, stereotypical much,’ he smirked at me. Damn him and his devilishly handsome smirks. I wanted to kiss that gorgeous face right here and now.

  Oh boy.

  I blinked and pulled my mind back, focusing on Wes while trying to ignore my burning interest in Tristan now.

  “I play video games and set squirrels on fire,” Wes said nonchalantly.

  I snorted at this and he grinned.

  “Okay, the squirrels are a lie,” he admitted, shooting Mr Oxley an apologetic look when said man raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him.

  “What sort of guitar do you play?” Tristan asked as he finished his dinner and pushed the plate aside.

  “Acoustic, I sing a little too.” I tried to ignore the sudden sense of all eyes on me.

  “You sing?” Leon murmured, not quite believing me.

  “Yes, I do it for fun,” I groaned. Ugh. I never should have said anything. Damien was even staring at me with utter intrigue. And Dominic had a look of mild interest.

  “We need to find you a guitar,” Tristan said as he clapped his hands together enthusiastically.

  “No, we don’t, I’m not some dancing monkey,” I interjected.

  “No, but if you enjoy it, we should get you one, we all need hobbies,” Wesley grinned.

  “No, it’s been ages, I’ve been too focused on work,” I dismissed the idea. The thought of my old acoustic guitar now abandoned in my room, along with my motorbike, made a soft wave of sadness wash over me, but I shoved that down like she was a crazy bitch on stairs.

  I was a kickass kitsune now, I’d get by.

  Damien was watching me thoughtfully, and I decided to pry into his mind.

  What I found made a soft smile play at my lips.

  He was trying to figure out how to get my motorbike back, or where to get me another.

  Definitely not the big hard ass he was pretending to be all the time.

  He was rather soft and sweet on the inside, if you chewed through his outer coating of bullshit and egotistical jerk.

  21

  They weren’t lying when they said they had a theater.

  It wasn’t as big and grand as I’d thought it might be, but it was a decent sized room on the top floor, one of the rooms I’d missed.

  Two rows of cinema chairs were lined before the huge projector screen, all luxurious and fancy. They looked to be ones that laid back flat, and guessing from the wider aisles between the two rows, I was right.

  “What do you want to watch?” Leon beamed at me as he hurried up to the projector at the back of the room.

  “Probably a Twilight chick,” Tristan suggested, and he chuckled at my instant hateful look.

  “Something action, or horror,” I said as I followed Wesley to the seats.

  Damien was over to the side, plugging in a retro looking popcorn machine. Hell, there was even a small glass case on the counter with other sweets.

  “Want something?” Wes asked as he noticed me eyeing the range of yummy things.

  “Maybe some m&m’s?” I turned back to him. He gave me that adorable boyish grin before jogging over to get them for me. And to think this was the same guy who just screwed me like a gorilla and fucked me with a flaming dildo.

  ‘He did what?!’ Leon’s shocked voice seared into my mind and I chuckled as Tristan and Damien both shoved in as well, expressing their disbelief as they all focused on Wesley.

  ‘She likes it rough,’ Wesley defended himself.

  ‘A flaming fucking dildo?’ Damien growled.

  ‘She was going to kill me, I think.’ I could just picture Wesley pouting over at the counter, and when I turned, I’d been correct.

  ‘I doubt I would have really,’ I rolled my eyes.

  ‘You only doubt,’ Tristan snickered in amusement.

  Tristan was sitting down two seats over with Dominic on his far side. Said witch looked a little pleased about the space between us.

  He really needed to get over this mate thing. It wasn’t serious.

  ‘Kinda is,’ Tristan shot back as he pressed a button on the side of his seat, the foot rest sliding up into place as the seat dipped back.

  I ignored him as Wesley returned and tossed me my bag of crunchy coated chocolatey goodness. I did love me some m&m’s. The boys murmured in our closed off telepathic bubble a bit more about this interesting news, but they all shut up when I demanded quiet.

  “We’ve got the Marvel movies, The Avenger movies, Saw, Superman,” Leon said, continuing to rattle off a list.

  “Pick anything,” I called back. I was not wanting to make a decision right now, I just wanted to have some time to relax and settle into a good movie for a few hours. Let all my other worries fall away for a while. Like how Jackson had been calling and messaging me non-stop since I replied to him. I’d left my phone in my room again, not wanting to deal with it. Thomas had given up, and I was grateful.

  Leon eventually joined us, sitting beside me with Damien on his other side, followed by Tristan and Dominic. Wesley was on my other side, and he was slumped down into his seat, nibbling on some popcorn Damien had brought over for us. He’d made three boxes for us to share around.

  The movie started, and Leon’s hand slid over to rest on my leg as the first Saw movie started up. Guess my boys enjoyed a good horror/thriller.

  Good, I hadn’t seen it in ages, and I needed it.

  I relaxed, tossing back some m&m’s and finding that I was quite content with my men around me. My mates.

  Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I thought, having four guys bound to me.

  Time would tell.

  I groaned as Tristan burst into my room at an ungodly hour of the morning. I knew it was him, because I could sense his excited mind probing into my own to wake me up.

  “Good morning love,” he said as he strode over to my bed and sank on the edge of it.

  I grumbled as I pulled the blanket over my head.

  “It’s already past nine, don’t waste the day,” he chuckled as he poked my side.

  I’d break his hand if he kept that up.

  His melodic, velvety laughter rang out in the room, and I smiled as I pulled the blanket back.

  Fine. I was awake now anyway.

  “Brought you a present,” he said sweetly as I rolled over.

  I met those honeyed chocolate eyes and sighed at the sight of the gorgeous mahogany guitar.

  “We have an old music room, found this beastie for you, restrung it,” he said as he laid the instrument on the bed between us.

  I reached out to brush my fingers over the smooth wood, strumming the strings. I winced at how out of tune it was.

  “Thank you,” I murmured, hoping my morning breath didn’t kill him. I was grateful that someone had left a brand new toothbrush i
n the bathroom for me to use, but that didn’t save me from having deathly breath first thing in the morning.

  “Go brush your teeth, then we can chat,” Tristan smirked, reading my mind as he pulled himself back up against the head of the bed, propping himself up on my extra pillows and crossing his ankles.

  I mumbled as I dragged my ass out of bed, not wanting to kill him.

  I stumbled into the bathroom, groggily brushing my teeth. It did wake me up a bit more though.

  I was not a morning person. I was a hunter in the night, not a morning daisy.

  When I walked back out of the bathroom, I was able to better appreciate the demon in my bed.

  His black sleeved shirt was snug on him, and those jeans only showed off his toned legs. And he was giving me his charmingly devilish smile as he clasped his hands on his chest.

  “You should sing a song for me,” he suggested as I trailed my eyes over him.

  “You should get naked,” I shot back.

  Those eyes widened along with his smile, and that melting laughter rang out again.

  Yep, my little lady was waving her hands around, flushing from the sight of this devil in her bed. A morning fuck sounded good.

  Especially with a demon. I hadn’t had him solo yet, and I was curious.

  “I’m starting to think you’re worse than us with your need for sex,” he chuckled, but he’d sat forward now, those eyes wandering over me. I was just in my panties and shirt, and those lustful eyes were gliding down my bare legs.

  When his jeans started to tent, my body reacted even more.

  “If we’re having sex, I want to see just how naughty you are,” he purred, and the deep tone of his voice made me tremble as my panties dampened.

  “Oh, I’m very naughty,” I said back, loving how husky my voice had turned. Damn, I couldn’t help it. He was just such a goddamn turn-on.

  “Well, let’s head somewhere more suitable then,” he said as he climbed off the bed gracefully, standing tall and looking down at me as I walked over.

  “What’s wrong with my bed?” I pouted. I wanted him now.

  “I have something a little more interesting in mind,” he murmured, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind my ear. The touch of his fingers against my cheek and ear sent a wooziness throughout my body.