The Prince of Cups (Villainess Book 2)

by Melos,Alana

  “You’re not done,” I said, looking up at him.

  “Oh, no,” Gerard chuckled. “Not by a long shot.” He glanced to the clock in the room, “But if you want to avoid being caught, we should get on with it.” He grinned his boyish grin, “You’d love getting caught though, you dirty girl. I can see it.”

  I pushed my arms together, squeezing his cock in my cleavage. “Maybe we will, and maybe we won’t. We’ll just have to see.”

  He barked a laugh and stood up. I rocked back on my heels to stand with him, then leaned down slightly to kiss him. I loved that I was taller than he. No matter how strong he was, how powerful, he would always have to look up to me. I loved that.

  Gerard kissed me swiftly and pointed towards the mirror, “I want to watch.”

  That made sense to me. What was the point otherwise? Clothing fetishes had never been a thing for me, but I wanted to ride along with him as he enjoyed it. I moved, my trousers falling slightly since he had loosened them earlier, showing him a tantalizing glimpse of my hip. As I heard the rustle of cloth behind me, I turned and he handed me back my jacket.

  “Put it on,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “But don’t button it up. Leave it undone, and your shirt.” He’d grabbed his as well, and the cap, and so I somewhat did myself up again leaving the jacket and shirt open according to his instructions. I stood in front of the full length mirror on the wall, then moved a chair over telekinetically to put my hands on, a little forward so I could bend over more. When I looked back at him, he was the picture of a perfect officer, except for his cock, which was out and growing hard again. I wanted to learn that body control.

  He approached me from behind and I bent backwards just a little, not quite resting my head on his shoulder but close. Gerard kissed my neck after brushing my hair aside and slid my trousers down to bare my ass. His hands went to my breasts and fondled them as I looked up at the mirror. I loved looking at myself normally, but the scars on my jaw and the bandage on my neck ruined the view. I watched him instead, our eyes meeting in the mirror as his lust rose, infecting me as well. My nipples grew hard under his skilled hands, and soon I was biting my lip, watching his hypnotizing eyes. His cock prodded my ass gently, and slid between my almost closed legs. He thrust like that over and over again, hitting my slick sex with the length of his cock.

  He gave a low moan and I spread my legs a little bit, constricted by the trousers. He took a hand from me, only to place it on my shoulders and bend me forward. When I was in the position he wanted me, he guided himself in, breaking our gaze as he did. As he slid into me, I moaned with him, echoing his want with want of my own. I reached for him mentally, and rode along with his lust as I had before, tasting every drop of desire from all angles. I couldn’t help but to reach for him now; the telepathic connection was addicting. It heightened everything, and I brought a knee up on the seat of the chair to steady myself as he began to fuck me in earnest. The thoughts which filtered through his mind weren’t just of lust, but of hate as well, sparking a new interest in my darkened heart. I chased the threads of his thoughts down, falling down the ribbons of red and black intertwined to the darkest recesses of his mind. Gerard either allowed me to or didn’t sense my snooping, but the result was the same.

  My mind exploded with hate and rage so deep it shocked even me. I’d glimpsed it when we met, in the savagery of our mental battle… but not this severe and naked. He hated Axis, the twisted organization, the too-clean top with the decay laced underneath. He’d laughed in my mind before, but he wasn’t laughing now. His entire life he’d been controlled by them, compelled to do their bidding, and while he was fucking me in that uniform, he was expressing some of that rage in probably the healthiest way he knew how. His motions became rougher, and he slammed his cock into me, intent on ripping his pleasure from me as he was intent on ripping his freedom from them. It was a quirk of his programming, of the way they built his mind, that he had to be in control at all times, but he longed for the chaos, to let go in sweet, blessed release.

  He couldn’t simply go out and kill or control because he wished it. Even now, it had to have a greater purpose, a plan, a reason. A beast, trapped in chains, needing to get back at its masters, but it couldn’t. Frustration and rage spilled into the lust, making it dark and heady, sparking my own rage. I slammed back into him, and we were animals, dominated by our baser emotions. Our eyes met in the mirror again and even now, at his most fierce and beastial, he was in cool control of himself, but wanting so badly to be free of it. Understanding of his particular situation dawned on me, and I couldn’t help but to draw the comparison again between us, how we were a perfectly imperfect reflection of each other, kindred spirits drawn in lines of blood and rage and control.

  It would have been wise to withdraw, but his deep seated anger spoke too well to my own. Instead of withdrawing, I embraced it. I wanted to be on top, but it would be too difficult, so I took control however I could and met him with every thrust. The wooden frame of the chair cracked in my hands as I gripped it, and he moved his hands to my hips, grabbing me and pushing me onto his cock with savagery as a primal growl escaped his aristocratic lips. Hate and rage twisted his face, then twisted mine a moment later. Our desire didn’t dim; it grew in the darkness. I’ve been told love is one of the greatest emotions to ever experience, and while I’ve seen it second hand, I’ve never known it. All that was left to me was its opposite: hate… and this hate was a fire which would consume us both. I reveled in it, fucking him as hard as he fucked me, until we both screamed our savagery to the world as we came. It wasn’t the gentle caresses of yesterday, nor the insane pleasure from our first meeting… yet it was more satisfying somehow. The emotional connection made it deep, and hard, and wondrous.

  We panted in unison, our hearts beating with red rage which ebbed away from us slowly. When I lifted my hands from the chair back, it fell apart having been held together by my telekinesis unconsciously so I wouldn’t fall forward. Gerard withdrew from me. I turned to look at him, shrugging out of the jacket and letting it fall where I was. He was flushed, his face red, but the look of satisfaction on his features unmistakeable.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t real?” I said as I stripped off the uniform, tossing the hat aside carelessly. I was pretty sure we were done with the subterfuge now.

  “Not a real…” he started as he took off his jacket, frowning slightly. Then, comprehension dawned in his eyes and he chuckled, “I’m as real as you are, Reece… why didn’t you say you’d read my file?”

  “No opportunity to until now,” I replied, finishing the strip and standing there naked. I went to the bathroom to check on my bandages and to shower the sweat of our fucking off. The thigh wounds were almost healed completely, but the bite, or rather bites, would take longer. It wasn’t too bad though, just tender. “It wasn’t something to bring up in casual conversation with Rebekah around.”

  “Ah,” he said, stepping up behind me, and running his hands over my sides, down to my hips.

  I shoved his hands off of me, “No time for more. She’ll be back soon.”

  He slapped my ass and I turned, scowling at him. “So?”

  I flicked his ear with my teke, and he grabbed it with a yelp. Instead of scowling though, he gave me that boyish grin of his and I rolled my eyes. “There’s time for more later… and speaking of… her… what do you make of her?”

  He turned the shower on as I went back to my wound inspection. “She’s not lying,” he said. “She’s too earnest, too eager to please, and she had every opportunity to raise the alarm… with us knowing.” He shrugged as he let the water run over his hand to gauge its warmth.

  “Are we going to take us with her?” I asked. Glancing at his hand, I turned back to the mirror to complete my inspection. I wasn’t going to shower, just check on my wounds, but after the intense experience I’d just had… a shower would be good to clean off the smell of sex and sweat.

  “Why not?” he said, th
en stepped inside the shower, and held his hand out for me to join him. When I stepped in, he closed the shower door and drew me to him. “She could be useful. Strong and stealthy, and you want to take on an entire army.”

  “I’m not letting them fuck with Prime,” I said as I wet my hair, keeping my wounds covered I did yestereve with my teke. Instead of washing himself, Gerard’s hands were all over me, feeling every wet curve. “Again?” I asked.

  “I just want to make you come,” he whispered, his fingers tweaking one of my nipples as his other hand felt the curve of my ass, fingers prying between my cheeks and hefting one of them.

  “We don’t really have time,” I said, floating the washcloth over to me and lathering it up. I didn’t stop him though. He really was the first one I’d ever met who could keep up with me, and I wanted to see where he was taking this.

  He rubbed his thumb over my nipple, and I stifled a moan. It began to get hard again, desire already rising in my body though it’d been sated only a moment ago. “It’ll be fast,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to make you come on my fingers.” The hand on my ass moved as he shifted slightly to the side. He inserted his hand between my legs and began stroking my sex. “You’re so wet… I love that about you.”

  “It might be because we just finished having sex… twice,” I commented sardonically. Yet I let out a soft sigh as his fingers caressed my swollen clit, making my desire rise again.

  “I love touching you,” he said, kissing my neck. I wrapped my arms around him. The lather from the wash cloth ran down his back as I leaned into him, simply enjoying the feeling of his body next to mine. His fingers worked me relentlessly, sliding over the swollen, aching flesh. Each touch brought me a stroke closer to coming again. As he drove me crazy with desire, he whispered against my neck, “Your skin is so hot, and wet. You’re the only woman I’ve ever met who could keep up with me.”

  I nipped the edge of his ear, “I’d had the same thought about you.” I moved my hands down, feeling the strong curve of his back, slick from the soap and water.

  “When we get back to Prime, I’m going to take you on vacation,” he murmured. “Someplace warm, tropical, and then I’m going to fuck you five ways from Sunday.” His hand moved further underneath, and he inserted two of his fingers into me as he ground the heel of his thumb into my clit.

  “I have… things to do… when we get back…” I panted, close to the edge now. He kept grinding his hand against my clit. It was a softer touch now than when he’d been using his fingertips, but it hit everywhere in that oh so sensitive area. My hips bucked in time to his motions, and just the act of moving them helped me climb ever closer to climax.

  “There’s always time for sex,” he said, lowering his head to brush his lips across my clavicle. He changed up his rhythm a little, watching my body and my mind and adjusting as necessary. It didn’t take long for me to grip his back, my nails digging into his flesh. Thoughts of washing were forgotten as I wanted to climax, the need burning in me yet again. “Always time to please this hungry pussy,” he said, and I could feel his grin against my skin.

  “Just hurry up,” I said, my voice a whisper. “You know I’m close… so… unf… close to coming… just make me come, handsome….” I would have told him he was good at it, and he was… but he was cheating too. It didn’t matter. In the span of seconds, I moaned loudly, riding his hand, working my hips back and forth feverishly as I bit his neck lightly. My orgasm swept through me, taking me along with it. Gerard moaned as well, riding my orgasm along with me, as I pressed against him and closed my legs, trapping his hand there so I could ride out my climax.

  “Perfect,” Gerard whispered, kissing my neck. He extricated his hand from between my legs so he could wrap both of them around me. “Just like you.”

  I took the compliment with a wan smile, panting lightly from my exertions. “Thank you,” I said, not fooled at all by his flattery, though surprised that he once again began kissing me in earnest. “You really are insatiable.”

  “For you, yes,” he said, nipping my sensitive skin. “I’ll never have enough of you.”

  “Flatterer,” I laughed. When he heard the laughter in my voice, he leaned back and looked up at me, frowning. “What?” I asked. “I know you’re just stroking my ego.”

  “Me? Never,” he said, his frown twitching. “It’s true. The more I have you, the more I want you, Reece. My lovely Reece.”

  I was about to say something when the door in the other room opened. “Saved by the bell,” I whispered to him, pushing him back so I could finish washing up… which I’d barely begun.

  He stole a kiss quick, grinning all the while. He washed his hair as we heard the Siren in the next room--and neither of us sensed a psychic presence, so who else could it be?--and both of us rinsed off. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself, glancing out the door. Sure enough, Rebekah sat there on the bed, kicking her feet while trying to look anywhere but the bathroom. I smirked at her discomfort and walked out. She looked over to me, and then behind me. Her face turned crimson and she looked away in a hurry. When I looked over my shoulder, Gerard was toweling off, naked and erect.

  Oh, grow up, I told him. That’s just small and petty. You could have closed the door.

  You could have closed the door when you left, he countered.

  Touchè, I replied.

  “So, ah, what’s the plan?” Rebekah asked, shoving bags my direction as she busied herself and avoided looking up again.

  I dug through the clothing, “We have the location of the meet. We’re going early to check for ambushes. Other than that… we’ll just have to play it by ear.”

  Chapter Eleven

  We arrived at the designated location about an hour before nightfall. The Siren kept her uniform on, but added a trench to it to ward off the wind, while Gerard and I dressed in the sensible warm clothing Rebekah had brought for us. I was just glad they weren’t fatigues from the armed forces here. They were simply jeans and button up shirts, with hiking boots… something simple and common so we wouldn’t stand out. I chose a longer jacket, and he a shorter one, but I was used to concealing more than a knife and a firearm. Regulus and I both hefted backpacks, with our faux uniforms stored in them, as well as some food, bottled water, and other basic supplies. I sighed as we circled the building of the meet, looking for any signs of a trap or hostility. I missed my sword.

  Neither Gerard nor I sensed any hostile thoughts around, and Rebekah scouted the inside of the decrepit old building. “There’s a basement,” she said when she returned, “which looks old and creepy. I didn’t go inside.” When I’d ground my teeth and scowled at her for that, she held up her hands in defense, “Hey, hey, hey… if it’s a vampire’s lair I don’t want to go stepping into it. They can see me in the dark.”

  “Really?” I asked. “Why is that?”

  “Well--” Rebekah started, but Gerard interrupted her.

  “We have company,” he said in a low voice, indicating mentally for me to look over my shoulder. I surreptitiously looked, and I saw a whole squad of people moving our general direction. They were uniformed soldiers, men and women both, tall and strong. All of their hair was shorn short, and fit under the neat grey caps which complimented their smokey grey fatigues. Hard black boots stepped heavily on the sidewalk, and they looked serious, as if they were on a mission. I didn’t see any firearms or weapons on any of them. Siren saw them too and shut her mouth, looking back and forth between us anxiously.

  I reached out to them telepathically, implanting the suggestion that we belonged here and there was nothing suspicious about us at all… and was rather surprised to find that they had been ‘summoned’ here by Nazferatu. As I watched, they went into the building we’d just cased and disappeared from view.

  “Who are they?” I asked as I cautiously sorted through one of the soldier’s thoughts. I was able to answer my own question a few seconds later, “They’re werewolves.” I blinked a few times in surprise
at that. This was not to say there weren’t werewolves on Prime, or at least shapeshifters who shifted into wolves. We did have a few here and there, but none really so open about it. Same with vampires. Although the world knew what they were, they didn’t really accept them. Creatures of legend and myth, there were so many false tales about them no one knew what to believe, including themselves. I knew Axis used the wolves and the vamps to win their war, but again… seeing them out in the open so unafraid was new, and a little shocking.

  “Makes sense,” Rebekah nodded to herself. “They work pretty close together, so he would have gathered them too, you know? Some of them are nice, but I haven’t met too many.”

  “How many are there, total?” Gerard asked. That was a question we should have perhaps asked earlier.

  “There aren’t that many vampires,” Rebekah said. “They’re… volatile, and dangerous, and honestly, I don’t think command knows how many there are, exactly. I’d say maybe twenty? Total?” She shrugged slightly, “Wolves are easier to kill, and there are more of them. It just takes awakening the curse or gene in them.”

  “Curse or gene?” I asked.

  “You’d have to ask them,” Rebekah said. “Some are… uhm… inherited, and others are magic. I don’t know which is which, or anything. Anyway, more of them… uhm… maybe about a battalion’s worth, six to eight hundred?”

  “They’d send representatives then,” Gerard said. “Commanding officers probably, but not the commander. Could be good or bad. I’m thinking bad, though.” The small man raked a hand through his short blond hair. “You said the deal was for Nosferatu’s people, and he’s gathering his people around him. He could suspect anything.”

  “It’s almost time,” I said, ignoring his worry. “Shall we?”