Oh I was in so much trouble but it would have to wait because before I was even in the van I felt dizzy and, well only one way to describe it. I was wet and ready to fuck the first willing partner. My mind was still my mind, I knew that the effects of the drug were about to take over me entirely and the fear I felt was epic. Terrified Cash swooped in and helped me in the van and he knew when it kicked in. I was all over him.
*
Chapter Nineteen
Cash
She was in deep shit. I could smell her arousal, as could Preacher and Simon. Simon that fucker, he kept turning around and pawing at her asking if she wanted to sit up front. "Said I don’t share remember." I snapped and Simon smiled and turned back around.
London was groping me and sure in a normal situation I would have been inside of her already, but this.....it felt wrong. "You suck." She slurred and leaned between the two seats, her eyes drooping unable to focus. Licking her finger she traced the shell of Preachers ear. "Hey Preacher will you fuck me later?"
Holy shit, I felt Preachers shock but bless him he seemed unaffected but acted pleased. "Sure thing human when we get home."
"Human? Why are you calling me human? Call me Cookie." She whined. Preacher, who was now looking over his shoulder at me like I had the answers. You’re annoyed and offended? Your girlfriend didn’t just ask your best friend to fuck her. I wanted to say it but knew I couldn’t. Pulling London back on my lap and giving in I kissed her but for once she wasn’t getting me jacked up. I like getting dirty but this was not hot, it was uncomfortable and a means till we got to the house.
Jesus that was close, asking Preacher to call her Cookie. I had to keep her from talking. Simon leaned over the seat and watched as London arched on my lap while I pinched her nipples. He reached to feel her ass and I grabbed his hand and crushed every bone making him wail out in pain. "I said I don’t share."
"Fuck you man." Simon cried and London looked at him with heat in her eyes. "I'll kiss it better." She giggled and tried to climb over the seat but I caught her. Simon who was still moaning about his hand was pissing me off and I couldn’t wait to kill this guy. "Stop crying you pussy and man up. You'll heal in a few hours; you can touch when I'm done." God it made me sick to say those words. I had to keep telling myself it was fake, all of it. Well almost, London wasn’t faking, she wanted to fuck everyone in this van, god help me.
And her.
The drive to my house lasted forever, but luckily Simon finally stopped trying to grope her and I kept her entertained. As we got out of the van I chose to carry the hot mess that was my human, my Princess, my girlfriend. Wrapping her legs around me we walked inside. If I breathed I would have taken a deep breath right then. No need for the games any longer I kissed London good and hard before setting her down on a kitchen chair. "Ooooh yes, are you gonna fuck me right here again Cash?" She asked.
The look on Simons face was prime and I was glad to kill the little fucker. In one little moan and a few words Simon realized she wasn’t an easy human, she was mine and he was fucked. "That’s right; you fucked with the wrong boys tonight." I said before kicking one of the kitchen chairs and splitting the legs off in different directions. Reaching for one of the pieces I made sure it would make a good stake and lunged for Simon. Before I could get close enough Preacher pulled me back. "No Cash, we need info." He said his voice calm; I could barely hear him over the roar in my mind.
Vampires were territorial, but fuck with ones mate? You can kiss your ass goodbye. Even if I wanted to be reasonable, the beast inside of me was itching to mark her, and kill Simon for touching her.
"No Cash, I need him." London said from behind me. Those words broke my heart. I knew it was the drug talking but to hear the woman you love plead for another man, shit was hard.
S'all I’m sayin'.
"Let me take him down." Preacher said, and then lunged to the side tackling Simon who tried to bolt. The door opened and I turned with my stake ready and my fangs bore to see Leushus.
"Hell Preacher I thought you said you had control." Leushus said before grabbing me and making me sit. Literally I had no choice. His mind was forcing me into a chair. He had Bastian with him, the only living Werewolf in history; a one of a kind bad ass and a hell of a backup plan.
"That was before London took the pills, she's pissed off her arse." Preacher said through bared teeth.
"Let me go." I said when I had my sanity in check.
"You are in deep Cash, real deep." Leushus said knowingly. He looked over at London who immediately stood and walked over to Leushus.
Leushus knew what she was thinking and he smiled before looking at me. "This girl is one in a million Cash, dirty dirty mind." Before I could get my ass killed charging Leush he spoke again. "Get this piece of shit into a cell and then we'll deal with your girl here."
"No, sorry Leush but no way in hell am I leaving her side. The second I do she'll try to fuck you."
Leushus laughed as London cupped his face in her hands. She was all woman at five foot five and standing next to Leush she looked like a pixie, small and fragile. He only laughed as she touched his arms and face and tried to hold him. "I'll be fine Cash, so will she. If I feel like I can’t control it I'll make you come get her. Now go."
Against my better judgment I went down to the basement with Preacher, Simon in tow and he was crying like a little bitch.
Preacher had the cell opened and I tossed Simon in a little harder than Preacher liked. "Careful, you’re about to explode Cash." He said before closing the cell and pocketing the key. Simon was safe for now.
"This pile of shit gave my woman drugs that make me a danger to be around." I said more to Simon than to Preacher.
"We won’t let you lose it man." He said and clasped my shoulder.
"I wanted to kill you when you said you'd fuck her Preach." I said with my teeth gritting, letting him know my weakness, even if it was the woman I loved. I hated that she exposed a weakness in me.
Before Preacher could answer me Leushus materialized in front of me. His face was distorted and he looked like he was in pain. "Get up there." he croaked.
I barreled up the stairs and stopped dead in the kitchen. Naked and touching her breast was my beautiful Princess. Upon seeing me she dashed over and cupped my cock in her palm. "Please come fuck me Cash. Leush won’t and neither will that guy." She pointed over at Bastian who had his back turned his eyes closed and his hands over his ears. "And you." She said looking over my shoulder at Preacher. "You wouldn’t fuck me if Jesus himself asked you to. You’re too hung up on Emigen’s ghost. Get over it Preacher she's dead and I’m alive and wet and-"
I covered her mouth with my hand and reached for my jacket to wrap her up. I carried her to the front room and sat her on the couch next to me, using a blanket to cover her more fully.
"Jesus." I said and scrubbed my hands down my face not sure what to say. "I should say I'm sorry but I wouldn’t know where to begin."
Leushus just laughed but I could see that Preacher was affected by what she said to him and I hoped that things didn’t get weird between them. Preacher had confided in her about his wife and his guilt over her and their children’s death. What she had said might be unforgivable and I couldn’t say I blamed him. All of this going on in my head and there was London, stroking my cock through my jeans for everyone to see. I was....mortified.
And limp.
Be honest, no guy should be able to get hard in this situation.
Trying a different approach I looked at London. "Princess, would you like me to fuck you?" I used my calm voice, letting my powers for Infatuation take over and wash over her body. She arched off the couch and reached for me.
Glad it worked.
Didn't think it would.
"Please, it hurts and I'm on fire Cash." She said and I felt her forehead. Cursing I looked at Leushus. "She is burning up. What do I do?"
"Off the top of my head?" He asked one eye brow rose. I nodded yes. "Go fuck her till s
he comes down. We'll go talk to the bastard down in the cell and see what he knows."
London stood before I could and let the blanket fall, exposing too much of her petal soft skin to my Dominus, Preacher and a Werewolf. Only in my house. I thought and took her hand. "Let me know what you find out. I have a feeling it won’t take long." I said and walked up the stairs with London in tow. She had no qualms of speaking freely about what she was going to do to get my flaccid dick hard.
Fuck me....Mortified!
*
Chapter Twenty
Cash
It didn’t take long once the door was closed. I lay her back on the bed and stripped my cock free and tossed my shirt to the side. I palmed my cock a few times pumping for her. I knew I had no issues in the sack but her comments had killed my ego and I was looking forward to teaching her a lesson in how not flaccid my dick was.
But before I could fuck her I wanted to taste her. She spread her legs for me with no hesitation but as I probed her cunt she didn’t gasp and sigh like usual. This wasn’t my London, my Princess. This was nothing special like before and I found it lacking.
"Baby....Princess...." I said from between her legs.
She arched back while I kept the pressure on her clit. "Princess." I said my voice louder more demanding. She looked at me but her eyes were glassed over. "What Cash...." She replied her voice not pitching, her cheeks not blushing.
I couldn’t do this; I couldn’t fuck her and get off when she wasn’t present. I may be a monster but I wasn’t an evil one. "Tell me you want me Princess." I asked my lips dropping kisses against her thigh. "Tell me you want only me."
She laughed and looked at me. "I'll take what I can get, if it aint you big boy I'll take the next guy."
Fuck I was a total pansy because those words had me wanting to cry one minute and kill in the next. I had to tell myself that it was the drug talking but honestly, she was breaking my heart. Deciding that the task at hand bore importance I leaned in and licked slowly up her slit. I would make this fast and get her off, hoping it would bring her down.
An hour later and she was pissing me off. I had made her come repeatedly though I hadn’t even felt a pull to come myself. I fucked her, on the bed, from behind, I let her ride me. Still she wanted more and I was struggling to keep myself interested. This would always be what I thought of when I heard stories about bad sex. This was horrible. At least I knew what a saint I was in bed though, she kept telling me I was a god and all that.
It didn’t suck is my point.
Pulling out to get back between her legs to eat and lick at her, I had just positioned myself when Leushus materialized beside the bed. That made me psychotic, it made London moan and ask him to join us.
"Not tonight pretty girl. Just came to talk to your boy here." He said looking at me. I had covered London but was still crouching between her legs.
"What?" I hissed wishing I was human so I could have this night wiped from my memory.
"Give her blood, strong blood yours should do, if not I can give a cup of mine. The blood will break the fever and she'll snap back mentally, physically though, guy says she'll go buck wild."
"Alright." I said thankful but scared to get my hopes up. I looked at Leushus who stayed standing next to me. "I got it, you can go." Last thing I needed to top my night off was for my Dominus to see me limp and desperate to get it up.
"Let me know if your blood doesn’t work." He said and laughed hysterically before shifting from the room.
I climbed back up the bed, London beneath me started to thrust her hips towards me looking for more relief. "I know Princess, sash" I whispered against her lips. I used my fangs to gash my tongue deep and kissed her letting her drink in my blood.
I felt her respond almost immediately, her nails dug into my back and she moaned, sucking my tongue harder. I pulled back to look at her though I was pretty sure she was coming back around. "More..." She croaked with need and pulled me back to her mouth. My tongue had sealed on its own so I reopened the wound and let her take her fill of me.
Arching beneath me she broke the kiss to gasp for air. "Cash, oh god." She cried and covered her face, she was blushing and her eyes full of what she wanted from me. She was back.
"Tell me what you need Princess." I asked my lips hovering over hers. I used my fingers to pluck at her nipple making her cry out and grasp my hand.
"You, please. It hurts Cash; I want you so bad it hurts." She looked at me then and I saw myself in her eyes. Knowing she was back I felt my cock stir, heavy and hard against her hip I reached beneath the covers to feel between her legs. The instant I touched her she came apart screaming and thrashing against my hand.
"Hold on Princess." I said and went to go between her legs to lick her and give her some ease.
She fisted my hair in her hands and stopped me. "No, I need your cock Cash, I need you inside of me please." She had tears in her eyes and I wanted to kill Conlin in that moment for making this drug. This is what women had to fear now, this ugliness that I had suffered through the last hour watched my Princess suffer through. Any woman in the hands of a truly evil Nex would most likely die when they came to like London was now. Sick and refusing to let her suffer I moved up her body and entered her in one swift thrust.
She came again and thrashed against me; her nails dug into my skin and drew blood. I couldn’t hold back the erotic moan that escaped from my lips but fuck, that felt good. "Do that again Princess, harder, make me bleed."
She did and another orgasm shook her body beneath me. With her nails in my back and her pussy clenching me with each release I had to fight to keep my composure. I would be able to go again immediately after I came but I wanted to make this as pleasurable for her as I could, I wanted it to be for her and about her; wanted to take this ugliness of the drug and make something beautiful between us.
"Faster Cash." She said between pants.
I lifted on my hands; both on each side of her face I let go and thrust deep and fast into her welcoming cunt. The only sounds were our bodies meeting and her gasping. She was slick with sweat, her pussy drenched after her numerous orgasms. I needed her pussy around my dick, like a human needed air. Each thrust sent me deeper, harder and I swear I saw god each time she came on me. I could hear the slick honey covering her perfect slit each time a drove in her welcoming gate.
After what, hours maybe? Both of us had lost count of orgasms and the room smelled of passion and London. I had filled her repeatedly, leaving my come inside of her, making sure she would feel me for a week. I had her drink more from me in between sessions, and in return I tapped her vein. I felt her body tighten around mine and explode, she squeezed my cock like a tight fist and I let go coming as she did, deep inside again leaving more of myself inside of her. Covered in my come and my blood in her veins, caveman as it was, I owned her tonight. The thought had me ready to fuck again.
Then it was over, the drug had finally freed her from its clutches and she curled her head at the crook of my neck and sobbed. I didn’t think I had the strength to move, but as I felt her tears I rolled to the side and scooped her into my arms and held her close.
"I'm so sorry Cash, I'm so sorry." She cried. I just held her closer thankful it was me she was with. If she had come to in this state with a Nex they would have killed her. The thought chilled me and I held her closer, certain I would never be the same again.
*
London
I slept in the tight embrace of Cash's body. He didn’t make any attempts to move me throughout the day. His arms stayed around me, sheltering me from my memories from last night. The things I had said and done were too much I hated myself and as the night replayed in my mind I started crying again.
Cash must have been sleeping because he jumped at my sobs when my tears fell on his chest. Pulling me closer he kissed the top of my head. "Sssh Princess it's over."
I looked up at him, needing to see his face to know he still loved me, his eyes so dark from the loss of b
lood he fed into me made me only cry harder. "Please don’t leave me Cash, I'm so sorry." I feared that he would see my weakness and push me away but I would beg if I had to. I hated myself but would do anything to keep him.
"Hey..." He said and rolled me to my back. He hovered above me and wiped the tear soaked hair from my face. "That's nonsense, I have nowhere else I would rather be."
"How could that be true? The things I said, in front of everyone. I had begged Preacher to fuck me and then-" I stopped when my words echoed through my head. "Oh god Preacher. I need to go to him now Cash." I said and stood from the bed. Looking around the room I seen clothes tossed all over the floor and, was that blood on the sheets?
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