“You think you can own me? You can try, but not even letting her out to play will help you from me, little Fury.”
“Prove it,” she whispered huskily.
Chapter 34
Lena
“You’re going to wreck the club, aren’t you?” he asked as I paced in the bar area, noting the new wards and structure. It was built to be comfortable, and yet to withstand an assault. He’d built us a sanctuary in case we’d needed one, but all the witches were either dying or dead now.
It was vacant, empty, not a single other person was inside the club as I took in the newly rebuilt place with a critical eye. Lucian had gone all-out, pulling no stops into the luxury that was his club.
Lights flickered on above us, and I spun in a circle, taking it all in. Above our heads were strobe lights, flickering as music began to play through multiple speakers. The song was quick and fast paced had my body itching to move to it. However, the plasma screens that lit up with gyrating bodies that seemed oblivious to us watching them didn’t miss a beat as they fucked on a crowded dancefloor right as the person filmed it.
“Live?” I asked as I stepped closer, feeling a pull to the screen as the couples moved, dancing as their bodies connected and matched the beat of the light.
“No, previously recorded from another club right before it was attacked,” he admitted.
“He’s targeting you,” I mused, hating that he was, in fact, the target of Lucifer’s rage. Considering everything that continued to happen around us, it was surprising that it was tossed aside.
“He blames me for her death, and a few others he played with,” he shrugged as he watched me closely, as if he feared I’d change my mind. “I created a room for you, would you like to see it?” he asked, his eyes turning to liquid pools of blue fire as a smile danced wickedly on his mouth.
“I’m guessing it was made with pleasure in mind?” I wasn’t going to lie, the man knew how to fuck, how to destroy a girl’s will and take a wrecking ball to her senses.
“Among other things,” he said softly as he reached me and pulled me into his arms. “I burned this place to the ground because that beautiful smile of yours fucking haunted me. When I rebuilt it, I did so with your pleasure, and your needs in mind.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I pointed out. “Throwing a fit and burning this place, your club, to the ground was rather brash and wrong of you. But I do like the new look.” And I did, it was done in shades of blue that matched my eyes, silvers for the dress I’d worn when I’d first kissed him, and the pictures that covered the walls were of me, things I’d done inside this club with him. Yet you wouldn’t know it was me unless you had been there, been a part of it.
On the far wall was a picture of the dimples on my back, his hands touching my hips as he’d fucked me, which made my panties wet with the memory. Next to it was my body on a bed, with his men around us as Spyder held me, his hands covering my breasts as my hair pooled around them. The dark head between my legs, biting the inside of my thigh was Lucian. Blood oozed from my shoulder, and yet in this lighting, it could have been anyone or anything happening. On the wall over the sex club’s entrance was a picture of me in Lucian’s lap and yet it faced outwards, an image of everyone watching us with their faces perfectly marked by memory and I smirked, remembering exactly how they’d watched us, how they had looked as he’d taken me with his fingers.
“You approve,” he said, not a question.
“I do like that no one else would know they’re of me,” I admitted. “Except you,” my tone lowered, thickened as I turned to stare up into his midnight depths. “You had these made before I died, didn’t you?”
“I had them taken as they happened,” he agreed, his hands slipping into mine as he started us into the next room.
“Because that isn’t creepy at all,” I mumbled as he chuckled.
The next room was hands-down fucking erotic, not because of the round alcoves for lovers, but because an image of me riding him had been painted on the ceiling. His tattooed arms held my waist, and my head had been thrown back in the throes of passion. The glass was tampered, lining the bar along the edge of the wall. I moved towards it, slipping behind it as I pulled down a bottle of scotch, his preferred brand and age.
“You missed me,” I laughed, the sound deadened and yet the light in my eyes seemed to grow as I stared at him. “You put pictures of me up wherever you’d thought of me. Which means, you thought of me everywhere,” I muttered thickly as I filled both goblets to the top, tipping it back to chugged it in an un-ladylike move.
“Someone people leave a hole when they leave so big and so painful that it never stops aching,” he uttered as he drank his, mirroring my action before he pushed the glass towards me. “When Katarina died repeatedly it simply sucked. I felt like you do now, empty and missing something. I ached, but I didn’t know why.”
I swallowed as my eyes dropped to the glasses as I filled them. It hurt, straight up fucking hurt like someone had just punched me in the gut. Where was the fucking numbness at? How could I feel everything about him and yet not the death of my mother? He reached over the bar and lifted my chin.
“When you died, I wanted to destroy the entire world. I wanted to set it on fire and watch them all burn to death, to feel a sliver of the pain I felt at losing you. I wasn’t created to love, to care if something happened to someone I liked, and through the years I’ve watched thousands, and millions of people being slaughtered and never once had I even fucking flinched, until you. Something inside of you makes me need to be better, to be more for you. That first kiss, I wanted to break your pretty little neck because I felt it, this pull to you. I wanted to fucking destroy you, but first I wanted to see what you were, or why you pulled me to you. Nothing before you had ever kept my interest. You did, I needed to know why. And then you grabbed my dick and told me to go have pretty babies. So yes, I painted your image everywhere and anywhere I saw you because I couldn’t get your pretty eyes or smile out of my head, and even though you’d died, you drove me insane.”
“Good,” I smirked as I pushed his glass across the bar. “I missed you too, asshole.”
“You left me, Lena. You fucking died.”
“Semantics,” I frowned as I stared up into his eyes. “You’re more than me, so I had to become more to stay with you. I wasn’t enough, not strong enough, not stable enough, not brave enough to face the world you live in. Now I am a part of it. I lost a baby, and yeah, I’m pissed about it. I’m changed, but becoming this thing, it meant changing who I was to be who I needed to be. I’d accepted the darkness, so taking the next logical step was figuring out how to wield it, how to make it what I needed it to be. Did it suck? Hell yeah, but I’m here and you’re here, and while we may be losing, we have not lost everything,” I whispered hoarsely as I lifted tear-filled eyes to his. “My mom died,” I uttered as something pulsed through me. Pain? “I hate that you make me feel shit.”
“You need to feel it, to let her go.”
“I let her go the moment I slit my throat, Lucian. I let them all go except you, and maybe I did let you go. I never intended to come back here, to make my existence known, but things happened, and then I was drawn to the Guild, or something in it. I’m guessing it was you, even though I really didn’t want it to be.”
“Good,” he tossed back as he touched my hand and we materialized in a darkened room. This room was dangerous. A large cross sat against a wall with shelves of toys next to it. A bench sat beside it, which looked like a sawhorse with an oval cushion on top of it. In the middle of the room was a bed with cotton sheets, and lengths of lace that hung from the large, metal frame that mirrored a cage. It had a door that led into the bed, and I turned, tossing Lucian a curious look over my shoulder.
“What the fuck is the bed caged for?” I asked hesitantly, and yet my voice came out heated. I blinked as I tried to figure out whose
voice it was, that sultry tone that slid over my flesh.
“You, because I’d cage you in a heartbeat to protect you,” he said sharply.
On the wall were pictures of me in all types of poses, as if he’d always been watching me. From the moment I arrived home, to the moment I’d left his club to sacrifice my life to save them all. I wondered if he had some of those somewhere as well.
“You were always watching me,” I stated as I followed his gaze to the pictures as he nodded.
“Minus in the cabin with your brother, and the moment you left this club to do…to do what you thought you had to do to save us.”
“Our son was meant to destroy you, to destroy everything I loved,” I admitted as I watched him carefully. “Your seal would have driven him until he either succeeded or killed you. I saw it play out, seen my lifeline end in the sands and in the bones. I died no matter what scenario we ran or tried. He died as well, probably at your hands. So I chose to go out in my way, not theirs. I know you think there was another way, but if there had been, I’d have taken it.”
“You could have fucking warned me.”
“No, Lucian. I couldn’t because you’d have locked me up and this, this world would have paid the price for whatever it was between us.”
“No one likes a fucking martyr, Lena.” He snorted; his eyes dared me to argue.
“And I’m not, a selfish bitch who knew I was coming back. I knew if I made that sacrifice, that I’d come back in one way or another, but you? You’d suffer for forcing me to play a game I never asked to join. I won, I won even though it cost me more than either of you selfish assholes were willing to give. Neither one of you ever sacrificed your life to end it; that was the cost.”
“Your life never should have ended; you shouldn’t have been the one to die. It should have been me.”
“You weren’t born with a monster in your soul,” I pointed out.
“I don’t have a soul,” he countered, and I blinked at him. “You’re not the only one who was created, Lena. Now, on your knees, so I can show you what that pretty mouth is for. I’m done talking, let’s play.”
Chapter 35
I grinned at him, starting to lower to the floor as he’d asked, but the moment my knees brushed the floor, power ripped through the room. I bowed my body, arching it as I screamed as absolute pleasure tore through me. He watched, his eyes alight with wickedness as he gazed at my body which was alight with every nerve ending being touched at once.
Moaning, unable to get words or even thoughts to register, he watched me, never stepping closer. His fingers moved and my clothes were ripped from my body, shredded in the heavy weight of his power as he fed me the full force of it. I felt my body being yanked forward, my ass in the air, exposed as something pushed into my core, filling me until I cried out as pain lingered, and my body clenched violently around it.
“Come on, little Fury, let’s see what you got,” he purred thickly, his fingers moving deftly to slowly unbutton the shirt he wore. I wanted to rip his clothes off, to ruin the suit he’d worn, but nothing happened. I screamed in frustration as the movement in my body grew faster, harder, his fire blue eyes knowingly anticipating exactly what he was doing to me. “Nothing? I thought you’d at least put up a fight. Pity,” he shrugged as he shook out of the shirt and tossed it aside. “This next one is going to sting a bit,” he chuckled, and then something pushed into my ass and I exploded, my body a trembling, quivering mess of nerves that fired on every thrust as the magic took turns exiting and entering my body.
“Son of a bitch,” I snapped crossly as it lessened, slowly without stopping. I tried to stand but my knees shook too hard to even manage that simple task, and then my body was up, floating as he watched it. My legs spread wide as he stepped closer, pushing his fingers through the wet mess he’d created.
“I didn’t have a mother,” he uttered against my ear as his mouth lowered, biting the hard tip of one nipple and then the other as his teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh. His hand slapped my pussy, and I cried out, and then again as I was dropped to my knees and my hair was pulled, forcing my head back to stare up at him as he undid the buttons to the suit pants he wore. Magic rippled around us, and they vanished as he reached down to grab his heavy cock, pushing it against my lips. “Suck, show me what that mouth is good for other than arguing with me.”
I sent my tongue down his silken cock, slowly drawing circles on the sensitive edge of it until he hissed. The moment my lips wrapped around him, the magical hold on my hair sent it down my throat and threatened to choke me unless I adapted. Then it started using me like I was his to do whatever he wished with. The fullness increased and my eyes watered against the sensation of his too-large cock buried in my tight throat as the overwhelming sensation of being fucked and too full shot through me.
My entire body went taut as the orgasm ripped through me without warning. He smiled down, and his thumb stroked my cheek as his gaze consumed mine, holding it hostage as he watched me sucking his cock. His magic filled the room, a palpable living thing that threatened to consume us both.
“Lucian…”
“Let her out to play with me, Lena. She’s hungry and I’m fucking hard. Stop being a selfish bitch and let me see what you’re hiding.”
“I don’t know how!” I growled as the magic started up again, violently until every part of me ached, every inch of my body was covered in sweat. My wings uncurled, pushing from my spine as he watched me, his cock taunting me as his magic used, consumed, and fucked me until orgasm after orgasm held me prisoner. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move, and if I died…well, it wasn’t the worst way to go out.
I rode it, the magic and the orgasms. I accepted it until something inside of me lifted its head, peering out of my eyes to see what was causing us pain and pleasure. He smirked back, only it wasn’t friendly at all. It was wild, untamed, and I shivered violently as the magic got stronger. He was inside of me, I realized, the sweat that dripped from his brow, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat that drenched him in the most seductive way possible.
He was fucking me every way possible, all at once with a single thought of his dirty fucking mind. He felt it. He’d done it before, only I’d thought it was something else the second time…but it had been him. My ass ached, my pussy was one big sore muscle that clenched, and tightened around him and yet he just watched me come again and again.
Electric blue wings unfurled from his back and lightning moved in his vision as it pulsed through me, making my body hum with the sheer force of it. His wings mirrored mine, his body was covered in pulsing blue runes that seemed to glow from within, and when he opened his teeth, the blunt white ones ground together as he continuing taunting me.
“You’re weak.” His voice filled my ears, echoing off my head as he spoke to me through my mind. “Katarina would have played with me, she’d have…”
Power exploded from my body as I rose to my feet, staring at him. “Finish it.”
“There she is,” he smirked as he watched my claws extend as my wings grew larger, shadowing against the wall as I stared at him in loathing and anger.
“Finish it,” I repeated, and he shook his head.
“She’d have played with me. She’d have let her monster out to have fun.”
I attacked, slamming my fist against nose as he picked me up and threw me across the room. I sensed his move before he made it, slamming against him as I shoved him into the wall, pinning his body between my wings as I hissed with razor-sharp teeth against his lips.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” he crooned as his tongue came out to lick my bottom lip. “Let her out, Lena. I can handle her, and you. You can’t hurt me, and neither can she.”
“Fuck that,” I snapped crossly, throwing him across the room before I turned and sauntered towards him. He smiled, letting that magic back at me tenfold. I d
ropped to my knees and then bucked my hips to adjust to the fullness.
His finger traced my wings, showing me how sensitive they were in my current position. He showed no fear for the deadly talons that they exposed, nor did he stop the magic as he settled between my legs behind me. His hand slowly pushed up my spine, and then he entered me, hard, without warning.
I screamed as he used me, his magic never stopping as he took me from behind, filling my body past its boundaries as he fucked and claimed ownership. His hand clapped against my ass, and then magic started pulling on my nipples, pinching them as tight as any clamp I could have imagined. Something sucked against my clitoris, and everything went black.
I went dark.
“I see that wild thing in your eyes,” he uttered. “That monster lurking in the darkness,” he crooned, his magic never stopping as he continued using my body in an assault that forced me to give up control.
I was riding in the backseat of my body. My arms moved, attacked him as my hands flipped him over as I stood, staring down at his body as if he was my fucking dinner and dessert. Emptiness. Anger. Blood. Passion. Sex. I craved nothing but that. I cried out a warning, but no sound escaped my lips, not anything but a haughty laugh that sent Lucian’s mouth contorting into a deadly smile.
“She’s…human,” it stated from my lips.
“She’s mine.”
“You’re ours,” it purred, and then she moved to him, straddling his waist as he shook his head, pushing her away easily.
“She’s mine, and you will let her out once you’ve finished feeding, understand?”
“And if not?” she asked, her eyes surveying him like he was utter perfection. “She isn’t strong enough to hold us both yet.”
“Then help her,” he argued as he strode closer staring down at her. “She’s newly born, you’re not. You’re recycled through the ages, Fury. She holds three of you in her, three. No other woman has ever been strong enough to bear that burden and survive it. She is. So you will teach her, because she needs you. We all do. Your power is hers to call upon, so teach her how to wield it or go back to your eternal slumber, forever. I will take Nyx’s heed to be sure you can never be awoken again.”
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