by Helen Scott
There was nothing to do except strip and get on with it so that was what I did. I turned my back to Bane and pulled my clothes off, hoping like hell that Christian would be able to furnish me with some more, otherwise it was going to be pretty obvious who was the guilty party.
I could at least try and clean them though, so I put the t-shirt I'd been wearing under the spray of another shower head and cranked it on, being careful not to turn it past the coldest setting.
"Uh, you're supposed to be washing yourself, Nas, not your clothes unless you're planning on walking back to my cell naked?" Bane's voice was quiet and laced with laughter.
"If it's okay with you I don't want it to look like I killed someone overnight." I spun to glare at him, realizing my mistake as soon as I did. Water sluiced over Bane's naked form and I could tell from the grin that curled the edge of his lips this was what he'd wanted, so I said, "Christian and Ambrose will flip their shit if they see me covered in blood first thing in the morning. Hell, they might even think you're the responsible party, and then that would bring them down on your pretty head. After just killing someone to save you, I'd prefer not to have to do it again."
At the mention of my lovers' names his grin dropped and a scowl took its place. Good. Let him be surly that I had moved on. Even though I'd turned so we weren't staring at each other anymore I still felt his gaze on me, like he was trying to memorize every inch of my body.
I turned the handle for my own shower head now that my t-shirt was soaking. The water was icy for a moment before warming up, sending a shiver down my spine and making goosebumps erupt all over my body.
A grunt from Bane drew my attention and as I tipped my head back into the spray I opened my eyes just enough to catch him staring at my breasts, hard cock in hand.
My pussy throbbed with need at the sight of it so I closed my eyes again. The goosebumps faded as the water warmed, but my nipples remained painfully hard, the tight puckered skin pushing them out as far as they would go.
"Nas..." Bane's voice was a plea, a prayer sent to me.
"Yes?" I asked without opening my eyes.
"Look at me," he growled.
"Why?"
"Because I want you to see what you do to me."
I pushed my hands through my hair, scrubbing them over my face to get some of the blood off before trailing them down over my breasts, knowing exactly what I was doing to him. When I opened my eyes he was pumping his cock with his good hand at a furious speed, one that made my whole body ache with need. I could practically feel him pounding into me the way he used to.
"I see you are jerking off, is that what you wanted me to see?" I asked, my voice coming out hoarser than I'd hoped.
His gaze snapped to my face and whatever he saw there had him striding over to me, abandoning his shower. "Tell me you don't want me as much as I want you. Tell me that and I'll walk away right now and leave you to Ambrose and Christian."
I opened my mouth intending to tell him to fuck off, but no words came out. As much as I tried I couldn't get the lie past my lips. All that came out was an embarrassing squeak.
As though that was the permission he needed Bane's head dropped and took one of my nipples into his mouth. I clamped my lips shut, willing myself to be quiet and not give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting me.
When his hand slipped up my leg and pushed between my thighs, spreading them for him a moment before his fingers slipped between my folds. One finger pushed inside me, then another, and I could feel my chest heaving as I tried to get enough oxygen.
He groaned, "Always so fucking ready for me, Nas."
"It's just the water," I hissed, my voice breathy and shaking.
"There is nothing that compares to the taste of you, and this..." He pulled his fingers free from my pussy and popped them in his mouth, sucking them clean. "Is definitely not water."
When he pulled them free from his lips I couldn't help but watch in fascination. Before, whenever Bane and I had been together there was always an underlying tension, my need to escape, the uncertainty of whether or not that was the last time. The irony being the one time I hadn't expected it to be the last time, it was.
In that moment though there was none of that uncertainty. There was no need to run because he'd already done the worst thing he possibly could to me. We were free to indulge in one another without worrying about what would happen as soon as we were done.
His fingers were inside me again within the next breath and my knees started to feel weak. My hands landed on his shoulders in an effort to keep myself upright but he must have been able to sense that I was unstable because he pushed me back against the wall.
My nipple popped from his mouth and a disappointed sound escaped me. Bane chuckled darkly before his good hand landed on my thigh lifting first one then the other and putting them on his shoulders, his tongue delving between my folds. My back arched against the slick tile as I rolled my hips toward his mouth.
He devoured me, like he was a starving man and I was a bounty of food and drink laid before him. The man wasn't content just to tongue fuck me though, he slid two fingers in me as well, the contrast of his soft, pliant tongue and his calloused, rigid fingers driving me wild.
I was unashamedly grinding against his hand and face, chasing the peak of pleasure that was forming deep within me. The harder he thrust his fingers into me the closer I got. When he pulled his tongue away I whimpered quietly, until his lips and tongue found my clit.
He began sucking the swollen bundle of nerves, flicking his tongue across the tip making my body buck against him. I twined my fingers through his hair holding him close, as he licked me to my first orgasm.
I clamped my hands over my mouth to prevent my scream of pleasure from ringing out in the bathroom and through the rest of the prison. I had no doubt that pretty much everyone would hear me if Bane fucked me the way he used to, and I couldn't let that happen.
As soon as the waves of pleasure slowed and I came back to myself, Bane pushed to his feet, careful not to bang his injured arm. I knew we should stop, that I should be putting a brace on his arm or something but when he lifted one of my legs, put it around his hip, and ground his cock against my already sensitized skin I couldn't bring myself to say stop.
"I'm going to fuck you until you never forget that you're mine," he growled in my ear, nipping at the lobe before pulling away.
He shifted my weight so that he could slide into me and it was all I could do not to scream.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Nas. Have those assholes not been fucking you hard enough?" he demanded as his cock slid in all the way to the hilt with one, long, powerful thrust.
"They fuck me just fine," I said, my voice breathy as he began rolling his hips while keeping me pinned to the wall.
"Fine? That's all they give you? Maybe that's why you feel like a goddamn virgin around my cock. I think I can fuck better than fine..." As though he needed to prove his words, Bane's hips started rolling ever faster, his cock rubbing and moving inside me in the most delicious way. It wasn't enough though.
"Let me down," I mumbled amid his thrusting.
Immediately Bane stopped and withdrew, his eyebrows pinched with concern. I pulled my wet t-shirt over from where it had been laying on the floor getting sprayed with cold water and spread it out before kneeling down on it.
As soon as I was on my hands and knees I looked over my shoulder at Bane. "You going to prove you can fuck better than an alpha vampire and an alpha shifter?" I asked.
"Your pussy will never forget my cock," he growled as he knelt behind me, pushing into me with no preamble, making me grunt from the force of it.
This position always made him feel extra large inside me, and this time was no different. As he began to move I had to hold my breath to prevent myself from crying out as he rode that edge of pleasure and pain.
My body responded to his, nerves lighting on fire at the force of his touch. Ambrose and Christian weren't like that,
too afraid to break me. Sometimes a girl needed a good, rough fucking though, which was exactly what Bane was giving me.
His one good hand gripped my hip so hard, holding me in place, that I knew I'd have bruises there tomorrow, not to mention the mess that my knees were going to be. I wasn't letting him have all the control though as I began moving backward to meet his thrusts, making them even harder from the force of the impact.
There was no mistaking the sound of our skin slapping together for anything other than fucking, which sent a shiver of nerves through me at explaining this to Ambrose and Christian.
The crack of his hand against the flesh of my ass startled me.
"Get out of your fucking head, Nas, and let me fuck you into oblivion," he grunted.
"I'm not passing out on the bathroom floor, that's gross," I panted as he didn't skip a beat.
"If you think this is over once I finish in here, you're sorely mistaken. As soon as we get back to my cell I'm going to fuck you all over again. I'm going to come in your mouth, in your pussy, on your tits, and anywhere else I can think of."
"Awfully bold claim for someone who only ever managed two rounds before," I teased. We both knew he had it in him, and that the two rounds comment was more like that was the least he'd ever do.
"I'll show you two fucking rounds," he said.
The hand that was holding my hip slipped around and found my clit, rubbing it and circling it so furiously that between that and the pounding my pussy was taking I was tumbling over the edge into another orgasm a moment later. I was vaguely aware of him finding his own release while I was still riding the high of my own.
"Get washed up, you can wear my t-shirt back to my cell," he said, slapping me on the ass after he'd withdrawn, leaving my core feeling bereft.
It wasn't a request, I knew that, and for some reason that turned me on all the more. Even though I couldn't wait to get back to his cell and to have rounds two, three, four, or however many he was up for, I was terrified of what was going to happen when Christian and Ambrose found out. They both knew I still had feelings for Bane, but would they really be okay with me fucking him?
26
Christian
Whispers had already reached me about Nasima's nighttime activities. I wasn't upset. Yet.
When I caught the faint scent of blood outside Bane's cell, anger surged within me, making my heart beat faster in my chest and a red haze cloud my vision. Had he hurt her?
Bane could be an asshole, but I wouldn't have thought he had it in him to hurt Nasima. The bastard cared about her too much, that was as clear as day, even though he didn't want it to be. Maybe her slipping into his cell right before lockdown pushed him too far though.
I was still a little angry that she was so reckless, to put herself in danger at lockdown, let alone from the attacker in these visions she's been having.
"Nas, are you okay?" I asked as I approached the cell. The two of them stank of sex, but it was that hint of blood underneath that worried me. While I wasn't particularly enjoying sharing Nasima with Bane and Ambrose, if it made her happy I'd continue to do so. We would need to establish some ground rules now that there were three of us though.
"Christian!" She yelped my name and seemed startled to find me waiting outside Bane's door. "How did you know I was still here?"
"Whispers spread, even at night, and most of them reach me at some point," I said softly before turning and greeting Nasima's other lover. "Bane."
"Christian," he replied with a nod.
"Why do I smell blood?" I asked finally, since neither of them seemed to be coming out with it.
"Uh." Nas glanced at Bane. "There was an incident last night. It's pretty much taken care of though."
"Hardly if I can still smell blood. What was the incident?" I mostly directed the question at Bane, the man had better not be letting Nas throw herself under the metaphorical bus to save his own hide. If he was then he'd soon be missing said hide. I might not wear it like some of the darker villains in our world, but I wasn't opposed to sending a message either. Though Nas had rarely seen that side of me. Sometimes I got the feeling she didn't understand how vicious and vindictive I could be.
When Nas started to respond Bane cut her off, briefly explaining what happened. One of her visions came to pass, just like we thought it would.
"Are you ready to accept some help now?" I asked, letting the disdain I felt for Bane and the way he’d been treating Nas drip from my words.
Before he could answer a roar sounded from over where Nas's cell was. Ambrose was going to be hard to handle this morning. I pinched the bridge of my nose and backed out of the door so I wasn't blocking his access to Nasima as he came barreling around the corner and straight into Bane's cell.
"Blood and sex," he snarled. "Why?"
"Good morning to you too," Nas huffed.
"Bane finally cracked last night and made up with Nasima, but apparently there was also an incident, which they just finished telling me about, that is concerning. The power dynamics are in flux because of Nana's death. We need to do something, and soon, or this is going to get out of hand," I said, feeling every ounce of the pressure of being alpha to the vampire population of Nightstone.
"Explain." Ambrose crossed his giant arms over his chest and scowled at Bane who went through everything again.
"You killed him?" Ambrose asked, looking over at Nas with surprise.
"I'd do it again too," she replied, letting some of the fury she kept bound within rise to the surface.
Ambrose grinned at her and something passed between them that gave them both a deeper understanding of each other. Nas wasn't the wilting flower we'd first thought. She'd proven over and over again that she was made of pure steel, but that was always when someone or something was attacking her. It was good to see this violent side of her. It gave me hope for her surviving in Nightstone.
"We need to talk about the fact that a guard was walking the floor to kill Bane," I said as quietly as I could while taking into account Bane's human hearing. "Which means you need to tell us why you're here and how we can help get the Black Guard off your back."
"The Black Guard will never stop coming after me. When one of their own gets put away, it's a death sentence. No one expects an ex-Black Guard member to survive more than a couple days in Nightstone," Bane replied. He looked at Nas. “That’s why I wanted you to stay away from me.”
She gave him a long look, as if she weren’t convinced. I wasn’t sure he was telling us the whole truth either.
"First, we need to get Bane to see Doc," Nas said decisively. "Pretty sure he broke or at least fractured something in his arm last night while he was fighting with the guard. Do you think you can ask Doc to treat him?" Nas asked, looking directly at me.
Her eyes bored into me as she waited for my reply, but for a moment I wanted to bask in her glory. She was finally starting to find her footing here. I knew once she had a better handle on her powers as a seer, then she'd be a formidable woman. I was glad she was on our side.
"Christian?" Nas asked, concern coating my name.
"Sorry, yes. I'll go and ask Doc. Just don't...don't do anything without me and don't talk about anything important." Oh god, I sounded pathetic.
"Okay, big guy, we won't," Nas said as she walked over to me, before pushing up on her tiptoes, wrapping a hand around my neck, and kissing me stupid. Her lips were like plush velvet under my own and the way her lithe form pressed against me had me wanting to take her right then and there.
I slid my hands around her waist and over her ass, digging my fingers in, only to find that she was naked under Bane's oversized t-shirt. I groaned and pulled away, before I couldn’t resist the temptation to fuck her against the wall.
"You need to find some pants or next time I won't be able to resist you," I breathed as I pulled away.
She giggled and the sound went straight to my cock. Apparently, it had been too long since I'd had Nas, even though it was only a day that had passed
, and now I was paying the price with a raging hard-on that just wouldn't quit. I used my vamp speed to leave the cell before it got any worse.
Running through the corridors to Doc's cell was enough to get me thinking about everything that was going on, and that killed my boner pretty fucking fast. When I arrived outside Doc's door she was helping a patient so I waited a respectful distance away so as not to invade their privacy. I had no doubt that Doc knew I was there, she always seemed to know, and she'd only get pissy if she thought I was being disrespectful.
A female shifter hurried out of the cell a few moments later. Once Doc had drawn her makeshift curtain back she simply raised an eyebrow at me in question.
"Bane, the human, is hurt. Would you please take a look at his arm?"
"If his arm is hurt, why isn't he here himself?" She demanded crossing her arms over her chest and staring me down as though I was a naughty child.
"Because people are trying to kill him."
"Maybe they should. He's responsible for a lot of supes being in Nightstone. Having him here is disrupting everything, it's a sign of change. Combine that with Nana's death--not that I blame you or Ambrose for what you did--and there's a lot going on. It feels like the ground is shifting under us again, just like when they first put the two strike law into effect."
I closed the distance between us and cleared my throat as I drew the curtain behind myself. Not that I would mind if this rumor got around, but Bane didn't want it out there, so I was trying to respect his wishes. Obstinate asshole that he was. When I spoke my voice was low and quiet, only for Doc to hear. "I know it's strange and uncomfortable since he arrived and that it has people on edge, but for as many supes as he put away he sent a hundred more to Canada. He was a bounty hunter, yes, but he also used all the money he made to rescue as many as he could. The only reason he turned Nas in was for the big pay day he would get, and all that money would turn around and go toward getting people out. The only reason he's in here is because the Black Guard caught him after he disposed of a human that was abusing supe children. He's a good guy."
