by CY Jones
When the songs ends, I eagerly step behind the sheer curtain on the stage, ready to make myself scarce. Before I can even step foot on the stairs, I fall to the floor in pure agony clutching my neck. My screams of pain are drowned out from the house band that started playing as soon as I was done. This goes on for mere seconds, which feels like ages to me, when I’m the one withering in pain. When it’s over, I’m a sobbing mess, curled up on the floor.
“Hey, sweetheart, are you ok?” The DJ cries, hurrying over to me.
“Yes,” I croak, sitting up. Silas was right. With this damn collar on, O’Donnell can extract retribution wherever I am. I would be lying if I said I don’t give a shite. I did have some self-preservation after all.
“You should have sung the song he wanted you to,” the DJ chastises, helping me up. Maybe I should have. Maybe it’s easier to play along with all this, until my guys can figure out a way to get me out of here, but nothing worthwhile is ever gained the easy way. Shrugging the DJ off, I wobble over to the stairs, intent on getting away. Maybe I can find a nice secluded corner to hang out in until, O’Donnell is ready to leave.
As soon as my footsteps hit the final step, someone grabs me, wrapping their arm around my waist, and pulling me to their hard chest.
“What the fuck? Let me go,” I cry, pushing the arsehole away. Thanks to my after show shock from O’Donnell’s fucked up collar, I’m weak, and my shove barely make any leaveway.
“Don’t be like that, Shadow,” the guy whispers in my ear.
That voice. No, it can’t be. Not even my luck is that damn bad, but when I look up and my eyes connects with the same shade of ice blue ones I know very well from his piece of shite sperm donor. Fucking Blake Sampson, the son of the Senator who raped and abused me.
“What do you want?” I growl, trying to shove him away to no avail. Please whatever God there is, don’t let him be my fifth, but as he holds me to him, I do not feel the same pull as before. I have no urge to be near him. In fact, I want to be as far away from him as possible.
“That’s an open question. I want a lot from you, for now I’ll take a dance,” he answers.
“Fuck off Blake, find someone else.”
“I don’t want anyone else. You’re all I ever wanted,” he murmurs into my hair. What the hell does that mean? Doesn’t the universe realise, I’ve had enough crazy for one night?
“You sung beautifully, pet,” he says, grinding his body against mine. Other couples join the dance floor, and Blake sways us away from them.
“I’m not your pet,” I grumble against his chest. I wonder if the shock will be worth driving my heel into his shin. “Yes, I think it will,” I muse to myself. “Look, I’ve reached my quota of crazy tonight, and I’m not looking to overdraft. Either tell me what you want, or leave me be,” I tell the arsehole, still contemplating stabbing him with my heels.
“I’ve already told you. I want a dance.”
“And when the song is over you’ll let me go?” I ask, warily.
“Yes, I am a man of my word,” he replies.
Giving in, I settle into his embrace, silently praying for this song to end quickly. To bad I didn’t ask for this to be a silent dance, because before the song ends, he decides to open his mouth.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” He asks.
“Should I?” I question, raising my brow.
“You should. You use to have the most expressive face while riding my dick.”
I grind my teeth, holding myself back. I don’t know what he’s talking about. I remember his slimy father, but not him. As far as I know I’ve never even met the guy. The only reason why I know his name is because of the newspaper article I read about the Senator and his family.
“It must not have been that good, because I don’t remember,” I tell him.
Narrowing his eyes at me, he lets me go muttering, “you will,” before stalking off.
Well, that wasn’t ominous at all. Quickly, I move in search of a dark empty corner, when I spot Maddie. Once he sees my face, he grabs me, and as if he could read my mind, or could tell what I need, he finds us a nice secluded corner for us to chill in, with me sitting firmly on his lap, snuggling into his chest.
Eight
Lesser Evil
Remy
Luckily for us, we were able to leave that awful club after another hour. The whole time I spent it in Maddie’s lap while he did naughty things to me with his fingers. Since the club is nothing but a huge fuck-fest no one even bat an eye at us.
Just to fuck with me, O’Donnell had Victor drive, Silas, Maddie, and I back to the tower we stayed in, but the joke’s on him. With my men by my side in the back with me, Victor’s cold presence didn’t even bother me. As soon as the car stops, Silas grabs me by the arm, and helps me inside. It’s insane how much security we have to go through. It’s as bad as trying to get through the airport. Silas was right. O’Donnell has built this place into a fortress. There’s no way I’m going to be able to smuggle anything in, or escape once I’m inside. At least not without any of my magic, and if the guys try to help me they could get themselves killed. I was mad with Silas earlier about still being here, but now I understand. We’re all in an impossible situation, and I’m going to have to trust Gabriel, the lesser evil, if I plan on escaping.
Once I’m in my room, I flop down on my bed like a rag doll. I’m completely knackered. It’s draining as fuck to play prisoner. Feeling the bed dip beside me, Maddie’s fresh tea scent fills my nostrils letting me know it's him.
“What’s wrong, little bird?” He asks, moving my hair from my face.
“Nothing, I’m just tired. Today has been a long day."
“You do know shite is only going to get worse,” Silas says from across the room.
“Well thanks, Debbie Downer,” I retort, narrowing my eyes at him.
“I’m only being truthful,” he mutters, moving closer, and sitting beside me.
“Don’t you think I already know what I’m in for? I grew up with O’Donnell. Granted he’s has upped his game in being a sick fuck, but still, I know him.”
“I’m not trying to get you down, but we all need to stay vigilant. We can’t get complacent and lower our guard. Despite you knowing O’Donnell, we’re all still in uncharted territory,” Silas murmurs.
I get it. I've been getting it. O’Donnell is the devil, and we’re all trying to survive hell. I just don’t want to think about that right now. Life is short, and I slept through a couple of years of mine. I want to bask in my men’s love, and since I can’t have all of them, I’ll take advantage of the two I have right here with me.
“I need you to stop talking now,” I say, moving onto Silas’s lap, and grinding my body against him.
“Fuck,” he growls, moving his hands to my hips, gripping tightly.
“Is that an invitation, mage?" Maddie murmurs, pressing himself to my back. I can feel the heat from his breath on my neck, igniting my lust. I have no clue if they were into sharing me at the same time, but this is happening. The light’s about to turn red, but we’re already flooring it, so fuck it.
In answer, Silas unties the stupid red hood from around my neck, and lets it fall down my body. Achingly slow he pulls the straps from my lace unitard down my arms until it falls to my waist. Once my breast are free to the cold air, Maddie presses closer to my body, and reaches around covering them with his large palms.
“I missed these,” he growls in my ear, sending shivers through my body.
Not to have all the attention taken off him, Silas moves forward, pressing his soft lips on mine, and dominates my mouth. His kiss is hungry, like he didn’t just have me earlier. I groan in his mouth, surrendering to this sex haze, as I feel his cock hardening against my stomach.
Pulling back, Silas stands and undoes his belt, stepping out his jeans. He’s gone commando tonight, and his hard cock springs free calling to me. I lick my lips as Maddie pulls and twist my nipples while he rains kisses down my throat
. Grabbing my legs, Silas steps between them, pulling the unitard completely off, and lines himself up as I fall back against Maddie.
I cry out when Silas enters me in one hard thrust, and starts to move in and out of my body. His thrust are relentless, each time hitting my g-spot, making me a sobbing mess. Maddie pinches my nipples harder bringing the pain, while Silas’s cock pleasures me. I come hard and Silas pulls out lifting me off the bed, and flips me. Bending me over, he presses down on my back until my mouth is level with Maddie’s crotch and my ass is tilted in the air for his pleasure. I barely get Maddie’s jeans undone and down his hips before Silas re-enters me from behind, thrusting in all the way to the hilt.
I cry out and Maddie takes advantage of my open mouth, and thrusts himself inside my mouth as he presses down gently on my head. I gag on his cock which excites him more, and he forces himself deeper down my throat, while Silas pounds into me like a man on a mission from behind. They’re both in sync, using me for their pleasure, and I love each and every moment of it.
“You like this, don’t you, love?” Silas murmurs stealing the thoughts from my head. My reply is muffled as Maddie drills himself deeper down my throat, holding me there, and I hum against his balls, causing him to groan loudly.
“Yes, little bird fucking loves this,” Maddie growls, letting me up for air, before continuing his relentless pace fucking my mouth.
“Does Hatter taste good, love?” Silas inquires.
I don’t answer, I can’t. I’m in sensory overload, lost to the pleasure they’re both giving me. When Silas starts pounding into me harder forcing me deeper onto Maddie's cock, I come harder than ever before, and Maddie erupts right after me, filling my throat. I gobble his cum up as quick as I can, but some still escapes, dripping out the corners of my mouth.
Leaning back on his forearms, Maddie gives me a hooded gaze, and groans. “Fuck, you look sexy as hell with my cum dripping out your mouth.”
In response to Maddie’s naughty words, Silas grabs my hips tighter, angling his cock deeper inside me. His thrust are demanding, and when he finally comes, he’s roaring my name, making the walls and windows shake with uncontrolled power.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, falling onto my body. Exhausted and boneless, I tumble into Maddie from his weight, like a domino affect.
My heart sings lighter than before, and I can’t help the giggles that escape my mouth. “When can we do that again?” I ask, making both men groan.
We all lay like that for several minutes before Silas moves off me in search for his discarded jeans.
“I need to go. I don’t know how loud we were, or who felt that burst of power I let out,” he says, pulling his jeans on.
“Ok,” I respond disappointed. I don’t want him to leave. I want to stay in our sex haze, and forget about our problems.
“Don’t look like that,” he whispers, tilting my chin so that I’m gazing into his beautiful heterochromia eyes. “Hatter will stay with you tonight, and I’ll check on you tomorrow,” he says, before kissing me soundly.
Once Silas leaves, Maddie pulls the covers back and I snuggle up against him. Completely depleted, it doesn’t take long for me to fall into a deep sleep safe in his arms.
“Must you drug her every time, father? She never remembers me when she comes here."
“She’s a fucking monster, Blake, and will slit your throat if given the chance. It’s better this way."
“She’s chained up. What can she do to me, except get fucked?"
“Blake, you’re my only child. I’m not taking any chances. I’ll be back for her in the morning."
“Well, pet. Looks like it’s just you and me,” Blake Sampson says sinisterly.
I bolt up in the bed, breaking myself from my dream. Turning to my left, Maddie is still sound asleep on his back, with one arm thrown haphazardly across his face. I’m relieved I didn't wake him. I do not want to explain what woke me up. I’m even more relieved I didn’t drag Cody into my dreams/memories this trip. I didn’t fully recognise Blake at the club. Only his voice seemed familiar, and the knowledge that he’s the Senator's son. I had no clue he, just like his dad, used to rape me. No wonder why he approached me at the club the way he did. Why didn’t I remember him when I got my memories back? What else have I’ve forgotten from the forget-me-not tea?
“Why are you up?” Maddie’s sleep filled voice breaks my inner musings.
“No reason,” I lie, turning my body to him.
“You’re lying, little bird,” he growls, narrowing his eyes, and I kiss him hard on the lips. Straddling him, I impale myself on his hard cock, and I ride him until the early dawn light brightens the room, and he forgets all about his questions.
Rowen
Waiting in the alley for my informant, I can't help but to think about my sister. I know she’s awake now, it’s the only reason why that arsehole wolf of hers is back with us. I may not like Hunter, but I can tell he really does care for my sister.
“Knew I’d find you here,” a familiar voice says behind me.
I smelled him before he spoke. His spicy cinnamon smell, filling my nostrils, always seems to make me hard.
“I told you to wait for me at home,” I say, turning towards Oreo. He has on his normal expensive suit, this one all black. His tie is also all black, and his shockingly white hair is pulled up in a man bun with not a hair out of place. His chocolate gaze consumes me, making my heart leap in my chest. God’s above I love this man, more than life itself.
“And since when have I ever done what I’m told?” The cocky bastard replies.
“You’re lucky I’m busy right now, or I would give you another lesson in following orders,” I growl, grabbing him and pulling him to me. I kiss him hard on the lips, dominating his mouth, and showing him who’s in control of this relationship. I can feel his incubus stir inside, reveling in the power I’m feeding it from my sexual vibes, and dominance over its master.
“When we get home, I’m going to have this smart mouth of yours wrapped around my dick,” I murmur against his lips.
“As hot as this is, I’m not into gay porn,” Gabriel drawls, walking up to us.
“Careful vampire, I still haven’t decided if I should let you live,” Oreo tells the vamp, and his olive skin pales in fear.
Recovering he says “I’ve made contact with your sister.”
“And,” I say, raising my brow.
“She was hesitant at first, but I think she will come around quickly, especially since O’Donnell has added a shock collar around her neck.”
“What?” I yell. “Why am I just being informed about this?”
“He just did it today when Remy attacked him,” the lesser vamp answers, cowering in fear.
Fuck, this complicates things. Saraphina assured us that Remy will be able to break through the nullifying band with the help of the bracelet Cody gave her, but a shock collar is something else. Just another complication in this twisted tale.
“Is it supernatural or man made?” Oreo questions.
“Supernatural. I could smell the magic on it even from a distance,” Gabriel answers.
“Who the hell is giving him this shite?” I mutter.
“The plan doesn’t change, we’ll figure it out,” Oreo says, interrupting my tantrum. “Until then, you,” Oreo says pointing at Gabriel, “stay the course if you expect to get your miserable life back.”
“No need for threats,” Gabriel says holding his hands up. “I won’t fail you,” he adds.
“See that you don’t,” Oreo replies, before taking my hand, and blinking us away.
Nine
Knock Out
Remy
I wake to an empty bed. Maddie has left to go do Gods know what. Getting up, I pad to my bathroom. My muscles are sore, and I have a slight ache between my legs. I smile thinking about the night I had with my glorious mates. Both of them fucking me at once is something I’ll never forget. At least with all the bad, I can now say I have good memories mixed in. Al
l my mates make me want to live, when before all I was doing is existing.
I turn the water as hot as it goes. As soon as I step in the water, I groan in pure pleasure. This is exactly what my aching muscles needed. It feels like I was in there forever before I step out in a cloud of steam wrapped in a fluffy violet towel. On the table off in the sitting area is a plate covered in a silver dome shape top, like the kind you see in fancy hotels. Someone must have delivered my breakfast while I was in the shower. That’s something I’ll have to speak to O’Donnell about. I do not want people wandering about in my temporary prison while I’m unaware.
Uncovering the platter, I immediately recover the plate. This has to be some kind of sick joke. On the plate is a measly cup of cottage cheese with one peach slice on top. This is the kind of meal O’Donnell use to feed me as a kid, when he thought I was being a porker. I hated the feeling of always being hungry, and it did little to help my deposition around people. I know now that I wasn’t always a bitch, just hangry.
Quickly throwing on some workout clothes, I yank my door open and step up to the first guard I see in the sea of guards guarding the hall to my room.
“Take me to see O’Donnell,” I order.
Frowning, he looks me up and down before saying, “go back to your room.”
Stepping up to the wanker’s face, I repeat my demand, this time with enough venom to kill a horse. I catch the shift in his demeanor when he starts to remember just who the fuck he’s guarding, and why there's so many guards stationed outside my room. He knows very well that I can kill him before the other guards will be able to stop me.
