by C. R. Jane
As I glanced through the shelves to find the crystal, I also searched for anything that looked like Selena’s power. Selena and I hadn’t talked about it much. She probably figured that after I’d rejected her last request to steal something, the last thing I would do was help her steal something else.
So I wasn’t sure exactly what I was looking for. Power was different for everyone. For example, I’d once sucked the power out of a poltergeist, and it had resembled a grey mist in the bottle. I was certain that Selena’s power would present a much stronger form than that. But the warden could have been keeping it anywhere.
There. I’d finally found Seth’s crystal, laying at the base of the head of a Greek statue, like the warden had been trying to decorate. Finding a few other interesting looking things, I continued to keep my eye out for anything that looked like it could be Selena’s power. But I didn’t see anything.
My eyes swept over a spot in the cabinet twice where it looked like the dust had been disturbed. There was a faint power residue left on the glass, suggesting that whatever had been there had been an object of great power.
Unfortunately, there was no way for me to know by the power residue what that object had been.
I spent the next ten minutes looking through the other shelves to see if he’d placed it anywhere else. I didn’t find anything that looked right, and I didn’t expect to. A siren’s power would have definitely been something that would make it to his “most valuable” shelf. Even I got heady from the depth of Selena’s power.
I tried his desk last, but the bastard had locked every drawer, and not with the simple kind of locks that could be easily picked. I narrowly missed getting hit in the face with some kind of green acid when I sprung a trap trying to get into one of the bottom drawers. I’m sure that I eventually could have managed to unlock all the drawers. But I didn’t have the right tools with me or enough time currently… I was surprised that the warden hadn’t made his way back already.
Cursing that I couldn’t find Selena’s power, I stepped back into the hallway, blending in to the shadows once again.
Not a minute passed before I saw the warden making his way down the hallway, looking extremely pissed off. “I’m going to kill him,” he muttered as he stormed towards me. I stepped out of the way right before he would have hit me, and he stopped a few inches away, sniffing the air as his gaze darted around the hallway.
He growled, and my hackles rose, ready to fight if he suddenly decided to attack the shadows at random to try and find me.
“I know you’re there, Alaric,” he hissed. “And I’m not amused. If I find out you’ve taken something from me, I’m going to find a way to make your life hell. Don’t think for a moment I don’t know that you’re behind today’s events.” His eyes continued to dart around suspiciously, trying to find me.
I decided to send out a dose of lust just to fuck with him, since the cloaking device was keeping me well encased in the shadows.
I had to hold my laugh in when the warden popped a boner and let out a roar that dislodged rocks from the walls. I narrowly missed being hit in the head by one of them. He stalked off to have a good jerk-off session, I was sure. He was just lucky I’d barely used my power on him. I heard a roar and knew that he’d discovered something was missing from his office.
Waiting to make sure he didn’t appear to resume his search for me. I ambled along the hallway. The warden would try to find a way to come after me for the missing crystal, but he would try and be sneaky about it. I would have to have my guard up even more until I got out of here. Or maybe I could find him another trinket to satisfy him.
Yes, that would work.
Making a note to get a medusa head, I strode down the hallway towards Selena’s cell.
Time to win some fucking brownie points.
Keon was leaning against the wall across from Selena’s cell, staring at her avidly. I’d caught him doing this quite often when I was passing by to check on her.
“Boo,” I whispered in his ear a moment before I powered down my cloaking device and appeared next to him. I couldn’t resist fucking with him. Keon jumped at least a foot in the air, his eyes temporarily turning so black, I couldn’t see the whites of his eye. He let out a low growl when he saw it was me and turned back towards Selena.
“You can go now,” I ordered. “I’ve got it from here.”
Keon’s fists clenched, and he snarled at me. The stark possessiveness in his face would have frightened a lesser being, but I just smirked.
“I’m sure they need all hands on deck for the bit of a mess I’ve created,” I told him. Just as I said that, I could hear his earpiece turn on as someone barked at him to head over to where the rat and honey badger shifters were still causing mayhem.
“Whatever you did better not blow back on her,” he warned me before shooting Selena one last longing look and stalking away. I rolled my eyes. Like I would ever let anything happen to my mate.
I’d been impressed that he’d been willing to help me, even with me not giving him any details as to what I would be doing. I guessed all it took to convince him was me telling him that I was getting something Selena had asked for. Pathetic fucker.
My hypocrisy was strong today.
Selena sighed in her sleep, and I forgot all about Keon. I opened her cell door and stepped inside, content to just watch her for a moment.
She was beautiful, the kind of beautiful you couldn’t forget. The kind of beautiful that made you stay up all night, wondering how you could keep it in your life forever. The kind of beautiful I was never going to let go.
I finally started to feel a bit like a creeper just staring at her, so I walked over to her bed and sat down beside her, wincing at how uncomfortable it was. I was going to have to get my supplier to get her a better bed, pronto. While my bed looked like the trash that everyone else slept on, it was really one of the top-of-the-line mattresses that had me sleeping blissfully every night. There was nothing a little spell couldn’t hide. Since my ass hit a spring every time I shifted on this thing, it was clear Selena definitely was in need of some help. I mentally cursed myself for not thinking of it before.
Selena muttered something in her sleep, her forehead wrinkling up as she dreamt about something that evidently was unpleasant. I gently stroked her cheek, and she immediately relaxed her face.
“Seth,” she whispered softly, longing all over her face.
What the fuck.
Hell. No.
Selena
I woke up to Alaric on top of me, stretching me with his cock as he pushed inside me. Halfway in, he stopped, before pulling almost completely out. Then he plunged in hard and fast, slamming into me so deep that I felt like he’d become a part of me.
I gasped from the sensation. I wasn’t sure why he was here, but I wasn’t going to complain.
“There you go, my queen. There’s my cock. Right where it belongs… Feel that?” he asked as he somehow pressed even further in, stretching me wide, filling me beyond capacity. I whimpered. “Feel my cock inside you? Feel how I own you?” His voice was thick and harsh as he looked down at me, his cock twitching and pulsing deep inside me. “I own this body.”
His rough voice set me on fire. He pulled my hips towards him, trying to get further inside me. His splayed hand slid up in between my breasts, to my neck, pressing on it just enough to let me know he owned me. I was only faintly aware that he’d somehow gotten all my clothes off.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered. I couldn’t have taken my eyes off him, even if I wanted to. His face was savage with lust. I was mesmerized by the pure need and hunger in his eyes, and stunned at how hard he was inside me.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and rough.”
Everything in me tightened, a whimper escaping me as I pushed into him.
“You’re gonna take it. You’re gonna take all of it. Everything I have to give you. Because you know who owns you, don’t you?” He let out a deep groan as he started fucking me
. Long, hard strokes. All the way in, nearly all the way out, grunting with each impact. A shudder ran through me as his hand flexed on my neck, still applying pressure and holding me down. His stomach and chest tightened, clenching as he thrust into me. His hips pumped at a bruising pace as his other hand pulled my hip into him, hard and rough. My eyes closed reflexively, focusing on him inside me, brutally pounding into me, giving me that sweet pain.
“Keep your eyes open. Watch me,” he ordered again, the muscles in his arm shifting and jumping as he applied pressure to my neck. “Watch me fuck you.” My body clamped down on him at once, responding to his harsh words. I watched his body tightening and straining with his movements. My eyes settled on his sculpted face. He looked determined and fierce. Almost feral. I was consumed by an overwhelming need to please him, to submit to him. I let my hands run along his hips, feeling the flexing muscles under my fingers. He pressed my neck down harder, pushing me further into the cot. I felt the dominance in his posture, in the way he held me down.
“Alaric,” I murmured through panting breaths, my body relaxing underneath him.
“Yeah. That’s it, my queen. Just let go. Let me take over,” he grunted, fucking me deep and hard. His hips slapped against me, rubbing against my clit with each thrust.
“Alaric,” I whimpered.
“Yeah. You like that, don’t you? Me controlling you. Fucking you so perfectly that you’re never going to forget me.” He thrust brutally into me, sending my orgasm rushing toward me. “Tell me you love it.”
“Yes. I do. I love it. I love the way you fuck me,” I murmured.
“Come. Right. Now,” he growled, fucking me even harder.
My insides pulsed and fluttered at his words. His grip tightened on my neck, his pounding hips jolting me backwards with each thrust, his cock battering into me. His voice turned hard and demanding as he ordered again, “Now.”
“Yes,” I moaned, my muscles clamping down on his cock over and over, pleasure pulsing violently through me, so much that I didn’t think I could handle it.
“You. Are. Mine.” His voice was gruff, his breathing harsh as he continued to move as if he was pounding the message into me.
“More,” I cried as another climax built.
“It’s yours. Whenever you want it. You fucking own it.” He slammed into me with bruising force, again. His hand tightened painfully, holding me in place.
“Don’t stop.” My words were broken by my gasping breath.
“Yeah, you love my cock, don’t you? You can’t live without it, can you? Come for me again, my queen. Show me who owns you.”
His hand reached down, finding my clit. I felt another surge of pleasure running through me, exploding in my core. My body bucked, my muscles squeezed tight, clamping down on him. His frenzied thrusts extended my orgasm. Then he pinched my clit hard. I didn’t recognize my own voice as an animalistic groan tore from my throat, pleasure pumping through me painfully. “Selena. Yes. You’re perfect.”
His voice was both eager and desperate. Fuck…
“Alaric,” I cried, riding out another intense climax. My body convulsed, my muscles gripped him tighter. I never wanted him to stop.
“Oh, fuck, yes. I love your body. I’ll never get enough of you.” He groaned as his rhythm faltered. He thrust deep, grinding into me as he came. He folded over me, covering my body with his own, his hands cupping my breasts, his arms wrapped around me. His panting breath heated the skin of my neck as his lips brushed back and forth, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like the word love as he took several long moments to recover.
My cot was small and Alaric was heavy, but I soaked up the feeling of having him all around me.
He sighed and buried his head in my neck for a moment before shifting so he was only halfway on me. I immediately missed him.
“Fuck. I’m sorry,” he whispered gruffly, studying my face for something. I stared back at him, my heart hammering uncomfortably. I hated this feeling I got around all three of them. It made me feel weak to care for them this much. Anyone I’d ever cared for in the past had let me down.
What would make them any different?
“What are you sorry for?” I asked, realizing belatedly that I had no idea why he’d said that.
He dropped his forehead against my shoulder and groaned. “I just fucked you like an animal. You’re going to have my marks all over your body after that.”
“Somehow I don’t think you’re sorry about that part. But you don’t need to apologize. I was surprised, but I loved every second of it. I love how wild and uninhibited you are,” I admitted to him shyly. “It feels like you can’t get enough of me.”
“I can’t get enough of you,” he agreed, disgruntled, as if the idea that he needed me repulsed him.
“I’m not complaining,” I whispered to him when he lifted his head again to meet my gaze. “What brought this on though? I’m always up for a little surprise cell sex… but…”
He shifted against me, and I could feel the tension coiled inside of him.
“Tell me,” I ordered, pulling him towards me so I could feel his lips against mine once again. I was already ready for more. My body’s reaction to him wasn’t as alarming as it was in the beginning though. I was addicted to him. His mere presence had me lust drunk, it was hard to think straight. I just wanted more, more, more.
He pulled away from me, his pupils dilated so I could barely see the gorgeous grey.
“I came in here to give you a fucking present, and you were dreaming about that pathetic fae,” he growled. “You make me crazy. I’m desperate for you. I just want to keep you forever. I want you to be mine. I need you to be mine.” He reached up and grabbed my chin, applying light pressure to it as he brought me closer.
“I’m sorry for not controlling my dreams,” I told him sassily. He squeezed my chin tighter in response.
“Have you fucked him yet? Does he know what you feel like, what you taste like?”
I didn’t say anything. I just stared at him defiantly.
“You haven’t yet, have you? He doesn’t deserve you.”
“And you do?” I responded.
He groaned as if my words physically pained him. “None of us do. But I’m not going to give you up. You’re mine now.”
“Even when I’m also theirs?”
“That doesn’t change anything,” he said fiercely.
“I’m sorry that I was dreaming of him,” I told him, this time meaning it. “If it makes you feel any better, it wasn’t a good dream.”
“It does,” he responded, sounding infinitely more cheerful.
I rolled my eyes as he levied another hard, possessive kiss on my lips. “You were saying you brought me something?” I reminded him once he pulled away.
A haughty, proud look appeared on his too perfect face. I couldn’t believe that this god-like creature was currently wrapped around my body like an anaconda. The fates were really looking out for me in the man-candy department.
I was naked, while he was still completely clothed besides his pants being slightly pulled down. I was reminded of this when he reached into his pocket and pulled out… Seth’s crystal!
My mouth dropped open. “How did you…?”
“I should have gotten that for you when you first asked for it,” he told me. “It just took a second for me to come to my senses.”
“I can’t believe you were able to steal this out of the warden’s office.” I was completely shocked. It was the last thing I’d ever expected for him to do. “I can’t believe you would do that for him.”
“I did that for you,” he growled, his face looking murderous. “I’d do anything for you.”
His vow was fierce, and the presence of the crystal in my hand was proof that he meant every word of that promise.
Slipping the crystal onto the ledge behind my cot, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started to inch it off his body.
Alaric definitely deserved a reward…
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sp; We were both breathless and satisfied after the second round. I’d never imagined that sex could be like this. I think I might have even worn out Alaric, an incubus. I was a little proud of myself about that.
“So word around the prison is that you’ve been spending a lot of time with the fae lately,” Alaric said casually as he stroked my hair.
“A fair amount,” I conceded as my thoughts drifted to that kiss… and all the torturous moments before that.
I turned around so that I was facing him. He raised an eyebrow at me in question. “He’s actually a really amazing man,” I told him hesitantly.
Something sparked in Alaric’s gaze, something that looked a lot like jealousy. “Of course you’d be the one to think that the prince who killed his father for the crown was ‘a really amazing man.’” He rolled his eyes, as if he couldn’t believe how naïve I was.
I pushed back away from him, annoyed. “I can’t imagine him doing something like that,” I told him fiercely, surprising myself at how fervent I sounded in my belief in Seth.
He pushed my hair back away from his face. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I just wish you were spending more of that time with me. How have you been able to get away with so much time with him? It must be a lot if I’m hearing about it in my section. Doesn’t delivering meals take up most of your day?”
I hesitated for a moment, not sure of how much to say. But this was Alaric. If he’d done anything by stealing the crystal back from the warden, it was earning my trust.
“The warden wants me to spend that much time with him. It’s become my new ‘job’ so to speak,” I explain haltingly. The rest of the story flows out of my lips. It’s a relief to tell someone about it. Alaric listens avidly. His face is neutral though, I can’t read what he’s thinking at all.
“So he wants me to find out where the scepter is, but I’m not going to do it. I won’t do it. I’ve already caused Seth enough pain, and I don’t trust the warden at all,” I finished.
