by Claire Marta
“I hope our actions standing against Lucas with you can cement an alliance.” Magar tells Damien in the room.
“I’m curious to know why exactly you didn’t stand with your grandfather?” He responds, raking a hand through his blond curls.
“He was mad. He murdered our father, Raimond, for trying to remove him from his seat of power for the good of the coven. Before that he killed his own brother.
We have never forgotten nor forgiven. My brother, sisters, and I swore that one day he would be served justice for what he did.” Magar’s gaze turns to where Phillip and Sheila are standing. “She deserved it to. That is why we arranged to be recognized and brought them together.”
So some of the truth comes out. Before he claims they never meant to reveal themselves to us. Now he says they orchestrated being recognized, will the lies ever stop?
“Are you the heir?” Phillip’s arms are wrapped around his wife’s waist.
Snuggled into him Sheila has gotten whatever she was feeling under control as she focuses her cold gaze on Magar.
“No. Our uncle, Garron, is the next in line. He is our grandfather’s youngest son.” Magar nods towards the entrance.
Standing in the doorway is a hooded man in black. The presence I’ve been sensing. I know it the moment I lay eyes on him. His power rolls off him in waves which send goosebumps over my flesh.
As he tugs back the hood I hear Sheila gasp.
“Mathew?” Eyes wide it looks as if she’s seen a ghost.
The expression on the man’s handsome face is sombre as he shakes his head.
“He does resemble him in many ways, which is why Lucas could never fully accepted him. Another reason his madness grew. To have your own child share the features of a family member you killed...” Magar explains. “He started to believe he was cursed.”
“I thought you were dead.” Argo sounds shaken as he stares at the newcomer.
“Our grandfather attempted to have him assassinated.” Magar continues. “At the time he knew things would become unstable if he killed him himself.
They almost succeeded. Garron only survived because of my father. After that he disappeared to Europe. We have family there to who were sympathetic to what happened.”
“Was this before my mother ran away?” I ask, still a little confused.
Magar’s expression becomes sad. “Yes. We had no idea what my father was planning.
He waited ten years after Garron left before making his move. I was barely an adult at the time. Garron was in France. Too far to guess what was happening.
Then Raimond and Rachel were both dead, or so we believed.”
“You said you let yourselves be recognized.” Damien points out, breaking his silence. “How did you know who Sheila was?”
“In his deepest moments of his derangement Lucas would rave about the woman he loved. A red headed beauty. The one he had done everything for.
He had photographs of her and his brother as well of our Aunt Rachel. He would brood over them for days at a time.
When Grey recognized her at the first meeting we knew what we had to do.”
“Why doesn’t your uncle speak for himself?” Oscar asks suddenly, from where he is leaning against the wall.
Lowering the collar of his hood Garron exposes his throat. Thick scars marr the flesh. It’s so bad that the silver that has disfigured it must have been left to eat through the skin for days.
“Who the fuck did that?” Oscar responds, not able to hide his disgust at such torture. “Lucas?”
A Russian bastard.
The voice is in English this time in my head, but still with a trace of a French accent. It’s such a strong telepathic voice it resonates through my skull, unlike anything I have ever felt before.
From the looks around the room I know everyone has heard it at the same time.
With your family and mine becoming entwined through the mating of my niece I hope it can see a friendship and alliance grow.
Damien’s silver eyes fix on mine. I’ve said yes to his plans. With our marriage it finally means he will have all of New York at his feet. The only thing standing in his way now is our fathers.
Once we consummate our mating I know for me there will be no going back.
Damien
So the princess is going to marry me.
“You don’t have to worry about anything from us, Garron.” I assure. “The princess’s union to me will strengthen our defenses. Those from either side who oppose... it’s quite simple, they either leave us or they die.
As you saw today, death threats are something we take very seriously, and any moves against our family firmly seals your fate.”
I grab Ava’s hand and motion for Michael to step forward. “Are you sure you want to do this? Once bonded to me there will be no going back.”
“I’m sure.” Her voice is strong. And though her hand shakes in mine I know she’s ready.
With his knife Michael cuts my palm and then Ava’s. Quickly I touch the cuts together. Mixing our blood. And as our mismatched family looks on I stare into those eyes that have captivated me for weeks.
She gasps as I share my strength with her. Just a taste of my power. Not many would be willing to open themselves up like this, however, I’ve learned from watching my brother and sister. If we’re going to survive, we need to make this a union of equals.
I may not trust my new wife, but that’s not important at the moment.
I release her. Oscar hands me a glass and I down it.
Welcome to the club, brother. Phillip teases.
Fuck off.
“Is there anything else needed from me, gentlemen? I do believe I have a wife to bed.”
“So crass. Remember that’s our cousin. You will treat her with respect.” Magar hisses.
“Yes, well, remember you are in my house. Surrounded by family. My very volatile sister already killed one of you Chevaliers today, don’t give her a reason to do it again.”
“Oscar, escort my mate to my rooms. Phillip, take your wife upstairs.
Michael, Samson, Shaun, you three are in charge.”
I pour another drink and knock it back. Walking into the main part of the library I find some men and a maid cleaning up Lucas’s decapitated body.
It’s not the worst thing I’ve seen Sheila do, but it’s still gruesome. “Don’t look so down, brother. You’re about to go have sex with your wife. You’ve already had sex with her, so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
I don’t look away from Lucas’s body when I answer Michael. “That’s not the point. It’s this. All of this,” I gesture to Lucas’s head for emphasis. “So much has happened in such a short amount of time. And so much still needs to happen.
What will happen once we kill Lucius? Once we kill Carr? To have a united state is going to take a long time. People will die. Supernatural and human alike, there’s no way around that.”
Plus there are the fucking Chevalier bastards. I don’t trust them at all. He bitterly mutters in my mind.
Neither do it, brother. But there’s nothing we can do about it now.
No, there isn’t is there? Right now I need to go consummate a marriage. I walk over to my desk and snag the Macallan 25 from it. It’s that type of day.
Upstairs I find Ava sitting still on the large bed. “Drink?” I hold up the scotch. She shakes her head so I pour myself a glass and try not to down it.
My tolerance is unfortunately extremely high, and even if I did get drunk it wouldn’t last long. Damn Supernatural genes.
“Strip,” I order.
“Excuse me? You may be my fucking husband but you do not get to tell me what to do.”
Gently I set my tumbler down and then move in front of her. “I said strip.” I grab Ava’s shirt and rip it from her body. She gasps but I don’t give her time to do anything more.
I unsnap her bra and pull it down her arms. “Do I need to rip your pants off too?”
That gets her
in motion. She steps out of her jeans and stands in front of me completely bare.
My cock likes the sight as it hardens in my slacks.
“Climb on the bed, on your knees, grab the headboard.” I say softly. Walking over to the nightstand I grab the silk ties from it.
As much as Ava protests my command I can see her enjoyment in the tremble of her arms which, are gripping the headboard. Hear it in her quickening breath. Even smell it in her arousal.
Quickly I tie her wrists to the headboard. I shed my clothes and then kneel behind her. “Do you want me, princess?” I murmur.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“I can’t hear you.” With one hand on her hip I trail the other up her thigh, only to stop just shy of the place she wants me most. “Do you want me, princess?” I ask her again.
“Yes,” she huffs in frustration.
I smile, even though she can’t see it. “Good girl.” I reward her with a finger swiping through her wetness.
She jerks in her restraints. “Hold still, or I’ll stop.” I whisper.
She stills and I do it again, this time circling my finger around her clit at the end. She moans. “Do you want more?” I whisper into her ear.
“Please.”
“What do you want?” I flick her clit a few times, her body trembles, her breaths get quicker. “Tell me princess, I could do this all day,” I tell her, thrusting two fingers inside her warm heat. “But I don’t think that’s what you want, is it?”
“N-no,” she groans.
Pulling my fingers out of her I rub them against her clit again.
“What do you want.” Leaning down I sink my teeth into her shoulder, not enough to break the skin, but just enough to leave a mark for a little while.
“Fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” She whimpers.
“That’s a very good girl.” I tell her before pulling away and moving to the nightstand.
I grab a condom and a bottle of lube. I don’t know if I’ll use it tonight, but I like options.
“You don’t need that.” She says, her eyes focused on the gold square in my hand.
“Sorry princess, we might be mated, but I still don’t plan on ever having children.” I open the condom and roll it down my dick.
My grip on her hips are bruising. I pull her to me until her chest touches the bed. That’s the only warning she gets.
I thrust myself to the hilt in her tight snatch. “Fuck, princess,” I growl. “You should not feel this good every damn time.”
Readjusting my grip on her hips I dig my knees into the mattress and begin a hard rhythm. Ava moans and wiggles underneath me. With one hand I pull her hair, she gasps but I don’t stop. At this point I don’t think I could stop.
Shifting I pull her up so she’s almost seated fully on my cock. “Damien,” she groans.
“Does that feel good, princess?” I slam into her over and over, one hand in her hair, the other on her hip. “You’re a tempting little minx and it takes a lot of fucking willpower to resist you.” I bite at her nape.
My fangs draw blood and I moan at the taste of her sweet blood. This won’t last as long as I want it to if I keep this up.
Pulling out of her I flip her onto her back.
Without hesitation I surge back in. Ava wraps her legs around my waist and I slip in a little bit deeper.
Her pussy contracts around me as I thrust in and out. My thumb finds her clit again and she throws her head back. My orgasm threatens to come, but I don’t want to come in a fucking rubber.
Ava tugs at her ties, “if you rip those I won’t get you off.” I tell her, she immediately stops.
“I want to touch you,” she whines.
“Too fucking bad.”
I pinch her clit, thrust so hard it’s almost like I’m splitting her in half, my teeth bite her neck, I purposely don’t bite with my fangs, but I do dig deep into her flesh.
She screams and her pussy contracts around me as she comes.
It takes all that I have not to come with her.
Quick as lightning I pull out, flip her over and remove the condom. With a click I open the bottle of lube, slick up my cock and don’t do anything else to prepare her before I thrust into her ass.
She screams. Whether from pleasure or pain I don’t know and don’t care. She got hers, it’s my turn to get mine.
“Fuck!” I shout. If I thought her pussy was gold this is fucking heaven.
I’m not going to last long.
I’m sure she’s sensitive, but I need to make sure she doesn’t hate me for this. So with deft fingers I flick her clit until her screams turn to moans.
“Christ, princess, I might have to leave you tied to this bed.”
Fingers digging into her hip I moan and then fill her ass with my cum. Holy fucking shit.
After a few moments I pull out.
“Did I hurt you, princess?” I ask, tracing one of the bruises I left on her hip.
She doesn’t say anything. Unbinding her hands I flip her over. “Ava,” I say. “Did I hurt you?”
Amber eyes blink over. They’re glassy and unfocused.
“Hurt me? No. Fuck my brains out? Yes.”
I smile, place a kiss on her lips then move to the en suite for a towel.
Ava
Turning my head on the pillow I gaze at the sleeping profile of my new husband. Instead of a quick fuck like I had expected Damien had spent the rest of the evening taking me over and over.
It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me and had finally given into his desires. Mated now, it’s his right to fuck me whenever he wants, but it makes me wonder if he will ever want to stop.
My father had his whores, even married to my mother. The thought of this male fucking someone else in my place is like poison in my heart. He’s mine, just as much as I am his now. Even if he never sees me as his equal I won’t remain meek and silent when I want to be heard.
Having Damien touch me has eased away my fears that I was never going to be intimate with anyone after Ivan. Maybe the lust I still feel for him was a factor. Whatever it was I am glad he’s left me thoroughly fucked and satisfied. His kisses have left me wanting more.
Curling my hand into my palm I resist the urge to caress his shoulder. Falling into exhausted sleep he never once tried to cuddle or snuggle.
I know it’s something I am not used to either. In the past I never hung around long enough for that intimacy with a partner, but tonight I feel the need to he held.
Sleep has evaded me. Managing only a fitful doze my worries have been circling non-stop inside my head.
Rolling onto my side away from him heat my body feels cold and empty, causing me to shiver.
As an ache fills my chest I swallow back tears.
He doesn’t want children. Every time he’s been careful to use protection, not realising it’s already too late. His one slip up the first night I was kidnapped and we had sex in my cell has already borne a new life.
This child in my belly is both a Carr and Rochester. The name of two covens locked in a battle of hate. An innocent bought into this war.
Pressing my hand to my abdomen I can’t stop the tears from silently rolling down my cheeks.
I had thought marrying Damien would make us both safe but now I am even more terrified. I’ve seen what happens to unwanted offspring, at least by my father’s allies. They never reach term. Instead they vanish with their whore mothers because not many tolerate bastards to live. Even knowing this baby isn’t a bastard I still fear what Damien might do if he suspects.
Why doesn’t he want an heir? To me it makes no sense. Every man in power wants their legacy to carry on.
If anything happens to Damien I know Phillip is next in line. In my experience no one wants a threat to their claim as leader of a coven. Sheila would kill me. I’ve already seen what she can do.
Trying to muffle my sobs I can’t stop my imagination running wild with images of her murdering me downstairs where she killed Lucas. She’d
enjoy it too. I’ve seen the way she kills.
“Princess?” Damien’s voice is thick with sleep.
As the mattress shifts beneath me I clumsily attempt to wipe away my tears. “I had a nightmare.”
A hand possessively caresses my hip before pulling my back into an aroused, firm masculine form.
“You need to keep up with the treatment with Oscar.” He murmurs as his lips brush my shoulder where he’s left his passionate marks on my skin. “It will take a while but they will pass with his help. He’s very good at what he does.”
“I will...the first one helped a little.” I admit.
Whatever happens I can’t let him inside my head. The fact I sensed Oscar when we had our first therapy session gives me hope that no one else has tried to read me again.
My secret has to remain hidden until I had figure out what the fuck I am going to do.
Damien’s fingers brush over the curls of my mound before delving between my thighs.
I’m sore but it doesn’t stop my needy moan as he finds my waiting heat.
“Alway so wet and ready for me.” He tells me on a groan. “So tight, so fucking perfect and all mine.”
As he withdraws his hand I can’t stop my whimper. Feeling him roll away I remain where I am.
The sound of tearing foil fills the quiet and then he’s back and lifting my leg.
Hot, hard, and pulsing his cock surges into me in one long thrust.
“Fuck.” I whisper as he continues until he’s as deep as he can go.
Gripping my hips he begins to fuck me in sharp, fast, jerks.
“No one can deny that we’ve consummated our mating.” Damien grunts. “They’ll all know it by the way you’ll barely be able to walk.”
Instead of answering I fist the sheets. Mewling for more of what I crave I match the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Yes, yes please more.” I plead no longer ashamed to beg.
Pulling out he flips me onto my back. Forcing my legs wide he sinks back into me with a hiss. Thrusting Damien begins to screw me harder. Each movement of his hips makes the bed shake and wrenches a pleasure filled cry from my throat.
Rough fingers find their way to my clit. It only takes a little stimulation until an orgasm has me tensing beneath him.
Staring into my eyes intently he continues driving into my pussy.
