Trickster Tamed

by Kaylee Kane

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  KAYLEE KANE

  TRICKSTER TAMED: THE FALLEN ANGELS ACADEMY 3

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  TRICKSTER TAMED: THE FALLEN ANGELS ACADEMY 3

  KAYLEE KANE

  Debbie thinks she can fool the King of the Underworld by selling her innocence and feigning to join his ally and then pretend nothing happens once she got out of Fallen Angels. Now, the young naughty brat has a blood debt to pay. She thinks she can run but the Devil himself isn’t going to let her go unpunished.

  He’s sending his two most bloodthirsty and primal hellhound shifters, Raveno and Diabolas, for the job. There is no way Debbie can ever outrun or out-power the two very muscular and hung alpha males. Even if she could, why would she want to miss the chance of being shared and taken turns by the two beasts?

  P/S: Kinks include but not limited to paranormal romance, virgin, monster and alien sex, taboo, age-play, BDSM, reverse harem, dubcon, voyeurism, exhibitionism, interracial sex, oral, and others to satisfy your needs.

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  Debbie

  Where the fuck am I?

  My heart thudded in my chest as panic arose within me. I barely remembered what happened before. My mind was a haze. It was as if someone sucked all the contents out of my head when they knocked me out.

  How did I end up here? And who? The angels of Fallen Angels would be too busy defending the campus. I made sure that the academy would be in a state of complete mess. In the state of no turning back.

  How did I end up here in hostage? Afloat in this obscure darkness, I racked my brain but it drew a blank. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was death.

  When I regained the feeling in my body, I realized that I was being tied up to the chair I was sitting on. I wasn’t dead but the fear I had was greater than before. Who did this? The adrenaline rushing through my veins made me buck forward, making the thoughts rush through my brain. I barely rocked the heavy chair. I was all tied up, locked in this seat that I couldn’t even move. Helpless and weak.

  Hot gasps ripped from my chest as I wrestled to peer through my blindfold but my effort was in vain.

  “Resistance is futile, my dear…”

  My heart cinched. The man’s voice, so masculine and intimidating, echoed through the walls. I could envisage myself sitting in the middle of a vacant room. My muscles firmed up and a moan was rolling up my throat when the man grabbed me by the chin and tilted my face up.

  “How does it feel now, to be all tied up and helpless, at the mercy of a man?” His warm breath skated across my face, making the tiny hairs of the nape of my neck bristle. I could taste his breath, reeked of alcohol and smoke. I didn’t think the angels smoke, except for Tessa maybe. He would be at least six feet tall and muscular based on the deep tone of his male voice.

  My brain racked to find a match for the voice. He was definitely not an angel. Who was he?

  I could feel the tension vibrating in the air, pricking my sensitive skin as he hovered close over me. My heart thundered so loudly in my chest I thought he might hear me now.

  “Andrajvah?” I muttered, my lips quivering as uncanny emotions whirled around my head. That was the only answer I could conclude. There was a pause but I could picture a wicked, patronizing smirk forming on the corner of his lips.

  “No, my dear Debbie, you can’t see the Master himself. Not yet. Not until you’ve proven your worth.”

  I gulped. Master. The angels wouldn’t address Andrajvah as their master. Whoever he was, he would be working for Andrajvah. Maybe he was one of the Agents of Darkness. “Who–who are you then?”

  My nerves rose in me when he grabbed onto each side of the armrests and pulled so close against me I could feel his mouth inches away from mine. “Who am I is not important, Debbie.”

  I winced. I never thought my name could sound so damn sexy but to be fair, anything could sound so sensual in his deep mannish voice. The space between my legs was tingling and it became a torment when my legs were bound to each side of the chair legs. My stomach fluttered as he brushed his knuckles against my cheek, sending a flame of fire rushing through my veins. Goddamnit, how could I get so horny when I was being held hostage by god-knew-who?

  “What’s important is your promise to Andrajvah and what are you going to do to repay his debt…” Andrajvah’s debt. All the memories flooded back in my mind. How else would I have escaped without Andrajvah’s help? Without a little sacrifice?

  The nervousness bubbled in my throat burst into sheepish laughter. “So you’re one of Andrajvah’s goon? I’m on your side. It’s not nice treating your own coworker like this.”

  A low grunt rumbled from his chest. With a quick rough movement, my blindfold was ripped off. A yelp escaped from my lips as the blinding glare seared my eyes like acid. I pinched my eyes closed, then peeked through my half-squinting eyes until they were accommodated to the brightness. The room was smaller than I thought, enclosed with brick walls.

  When the vague silhouette began to take shape and the face of my captor came to the light, a chill ran down my spine. He was nothing like how I’d imagined him to be. Sure he had the towering height and the massive muscles bulging in his arms. The last thing I’d imagined were those thick black horns sticking out of his skulls and the scaly texture of his arms.

  He wasn’t an Agent of Darkness I thought he was. He was a different kind of demon. He was a hellhound shifter. Hellhound shifters were Andrajvah’s servants who had gained his trust and had a higher status than the Agents of Darkness. But of course, they were one step behind the Hell Guards, who had the highest status below the king himself. The Hellhound Shifters do not recruit new Agents of Darkness, they complete special missions for Andrajvah.

  “Holy shit. What have you done to yourself?” I muttered. A mix of shock and sadness for him coursed through me.

  Raveno. There was no mistaking the thick manicured brows that framed his deep-set eyes that had turned into the color of blood. All the memories I’d been trying to bury in the past burst into my head like a broken faucet. I blinked quickly, wondering if my eyes were playing tricks on me.

  God, it’s been so long. I wouldn’t have thought I would see him again after half a century. I took a long look at his face, studying the mannish features that didn’t seem to have changed. He might have extra crinkles
here and a couple of old scars streaking his face that made him look more mature and even more masculine. My thoughts were transported back to centuries ago when I was still an active angel.

  Raveno was my partner-in-crime. He was the Angel of Deception. Our duties didn’t sound half as wicked as our titles. The Angel of Trickery and the Angel of Deception hunted down the liars and cheaters and made sure that they received suitable punishment in their lifetime or they would have to in the afterlife. The duties could get boring sometimes so Raveno and I would come up with little harmless pranks. Just to pass time.

  The corner of Raveno’s lips curved into a smirk. “You thought you could run from me, Debbie?” He traced the back of his knuckles against my chin, tilting my face up so that our eyes interlocked and I could taste his breath in my tongue.

  Those thin lips looked almost invisible. And that sinfully beautiful mouth. Oh god, I still remembered how yummy he’d tasted. The sweet, sweet poison of his kiss. I wouldn’t mind getting drunk on it.

  Our friendship blossomed into something bigger. We never went past kissing. Andrajvah ripped him away from me before I could give myself to him. One day, when we were already beyond sick of our mundane routine of screwing up bad people’s lives, Andrajvah came with a bright and shiny offer. His wicked voice was still ringing in my head.

  “Why waste your talents away doing the small things when you can accomplish greater things?”

  I feigned laugh but the trembling of my lips betrayed my nerviness. “I never ran from you, Raveno. It was you who left me. Remember?” He hovered over me, his nostrils flared as if someone opened the oven door and let the heat out. His crimson eyes widened so much it looked like there was an inferno burning in them.

  I still remember the glint in his eyes as if someone finally came to rescue him from his miserable life and his last hope was rekindled. Raveno was sold right away. I was hesitant. Fearful. His look of disappointment for me still etched on the back of my brain, burning into my soul.

  Still, I hadn’t betrayed him. I told the Divine Overlord we lost him during a battle with the Agents of Darkness. I didn’t want to mar his image. But eventually, the truth prevailed and I got banished to Fallen Angels for deception. Oh, the irony.

  Every day for the first few years, the mental images of Raveno flounced in my head. Raveno was so fucking hot. More so in his bad boy, devilish demeanor. I still remembered Raveno as the Angel of Deception, clad in glistening white cape and wielding a large shaft. Speaking of shaft, my eyes traveled down south and saw his massive package stretching the fabric of his pants.

  Sweltering heat shot straight to my core. My unrequited yearning for his cock grew and blossomed inside me, making my pussy weep with sweet need.

  “I begged for you to join me, to free yourself from the invisible manacles that the Divine Overlord has put around your wrists.” A sneer curled his lips but he looked sad rather than scornful. “But you resisted. You were brainwashed.” He looked at me up and down. “And look at you now, where did your undying obedience and allegiance take you?”

  A surge of anger rose within me. I turned away from Raveno. Hated the truth in his words. But the second he left my sight, a longing ache dug a finger into my heart. I almost forgot how much I’d missed and hated him at the same time. “It was for you I got banished to Fallen Angels. I protected your reputation.” Our eyes interlocked, trading glares.

  A low grunt rumbled from Raveno’s chest. He turned away, not wanting me to see the sadness and guilt in his eyes when he muttered, “You didn’t have to.”

  I said through gritted teeth, “But I still did.” I lurched forward, rocking my chair.

  “They would use you and then dispose of you like a piece of tissue. Not much different from the human corporate world, really. I didn’t understand why you decided to root for them.”

  Then a smile formed on Raveno’s face, his grin reaching the sides of his face. “But I’m glad you finally grew some brains and made the right choice.” His lips grew even wider when he hovered over me, hands clutching the armrests. The red glow in his eyes sent a chill down my spine.

  “You might have strayed from me. You might think you could escape me but eventually, you came back to my side. Debbie…” His voice softened when he clutched me on the face, his grip was strong and possessive. “You’re mine.”

  I gulped as my stomach fluttered. My eyes widened as little as a spasm of uncanny feelings rushed through my veins. Did Raveno just fucking claim I was his? After all the years, he was still into me?

  The malicious gleam flashed in his eyes as his gaze penetrated straight into my eyes, scorching my soul. It felt almost as if he entered my skull and read my mind. His gaze dropped on my thighs, sending a shudder through my skin.

  A gasp tore from my lips. My muscles tightened as the warm of his palm pressed up against me. The raw heat emanating against my skin made me recoil.

  The wicked smirk grew on Raveno’s face. I wrestled to maintain a neutral expression but my effort was of no avail. My will was caving in, weakening at Raveno’s mercy. He had this kind of power over me and it had never changed.

  “You wanna know a dirty little secret, Debbie?” The loud blood was pounding in my ears, the pressure hurt. I didn’t want to know about how many women he fucked or if he was engaged in an orgy. A surge of disgust and jealousy bounced around me. I glanced down, trying to escape his piercing gaze but my vision fell on his crotch where his massive package was growing and stretching his crotch.

  “I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” My heart somersaulted. Raveno wanted to fuck me. “Over the decades, I’ve been trying to move on, to get over you. But I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I couldn’t just bury the past and start afresh.”

  My heart swelled with love and happiness but I kept my guards up. Raveno had turned against the Divine Overlord. I looked for signs of deceit on his face but found nothing. He might be spitting the truth.

  His eyes interlocked with mine, spreading warmth across my body. “I can’t find anyone like you and I’ve decided that it is my fate.”

  I lurched forward when his fingers dug deep into my flesh as if he was trying to draw blood. I whimpered a little and he loosened. The back of his knuckles skimmed up and down my quivering thighs, pushing my skirt a further up with each stroke.

  I gulped, feeling the heat climbing up my body as his fingers crept closer and closer to my forbidden space. “Mmmm…” My muscles tightened. I squeezed my eyes shut as his hand crept under my skirt. I couldn’t bring myself to see what he was about to do under there.

  The way the brain functions worked against my plan. When one sense was lost, the other senses would get stronger because the area in the brains would rewire to process the other senses. I could feel his urgency vibrating through his fingertips as they rubbed up and down my crotch, turning my panties into a soaking mess.

  I whimpered, feeling my will and body breaking inside me. I didn’t have to see to know the wicked expression on his face.

  “Hmm, you’re getting so wet down here, Debbie. It seems like you’re missing me as much,” said Raveno, his voice cracking and got deeper. His breath became labored.

  I bit my tongue before my moan ripped from my throat. So many things were whirling through my head right now, making it spin. No way I was giving him the satisfaction of knowing how horny he’d made me feel right now, granted that my pussy would have given away by how wet it had become.

  I couldn’t help but think of the state of my pussy. The unruly bush that I hadn’t shaved or even trimmed since I broke up with Ehreus. Not that it mattered since we never went past second base.

  I jerked when Raveno pulled my skirt up, exposing my panties. “Mmm, no…” My eyes widened. Shame spread through my face and burned my chest when I looked down and saw his fingers at my crotch which had turned into a darker shade of pink. His knuckles and my inner thighs were glistening from my pre-cum. The sight itself was humiliating and a
rousing.

  Dirty thoughts of what he was gonna do to me next were running through my mind. The tingling between my legs heightened, turning into torment as I struggled to squeeze my thighs together.

  “Oh my, look at you.” His voice was slick like honey. I was like a little boat swaying and crashing into his ocean of suaveness. “You’re sweating so much and your face is turning bright red. Is it getting hot in here? Let’s remove some of these clothes to get you a bit of airing.”

  I wanted to shout no but no words came out. It didn’t help when I really wanted him to strip me to my barest and most vulnerable form and use me as he wished. It should have happened a half-century ago.

  Raveno’s face darkened as he pulled my panties down with his finger, revealing my stash. My eyes darted between Raveno’s face which had turned black and my crotch, grateful for the unshaven hair that covered my pussy. At the same time, I kinda wished I had given it a trim to make it look at least presentable.