Playing with Monsters (29 page)

“You missed me, Lena, admit it.”

“Fuck you,” I snarled, whining and wincing as his hand slapped my exposed pussy hard. Then he kissed it, and I whimpered and rocked my hips. “I need you.”

“I know,” he said against my heated flesh. He pulled back, slapping it again. “That’s for locking me out and ignoring me when I was at your front door.” His mouth kissed and sucked, and I moaned loudly. His hand slapped my tender flesh again. “That’s for making me wait for what’s mine.” He moved until he was kneeling between my legs, his cock pushing slowly inside my body.

“Hard, asshole,” I demanded and he smiled as he reached for the drawer of the nightstand, pushing his cock deep into my pussy as he leaned over me to get into it. I watched him as he pulled out another pair of stockings and pushed them into my mouth, making it impossible to tell him what I wanted.

“You’ll get it how I want to give it, Lena, and it’ll be slow this time. Because I want you to
feel
me,” he growled as he pulled out, and pushed back in slowly. “Feel that? How your sweet pussy is stretching to accept me perfectly? Feel how your body clenches my cock, sucking it as it accepts what I give it. You were made for me, my sexy little witch. Your body knows who owns it, who destroys it.” He pulled out, lowering his mouth to kiss it and then my thighs as he slowly touched and ran his fingers in slow, small circles where my skin was red and already bruising. 

“I missed this sweet flesh. Ever since you left my bed at the club, I’ve thought of little else than wrecking you again. I missed the sexy little noises you make when you come for me,” he whispered as he moved up to suck on my nipples.

I felt his heavy cock resting against my stomach. I groaned, needing to feel him inside of me. I didn’t want slow and soft, because he was right: it made me feel him. I wanted mindless fucking, like we had when we’d destroyed his living and dining rooms. I moaned as he sucked on my pulse at the curve of my neck.

“You hate me, and that’s okay. I can live with it,” he whispered, pinching my nipples as he slid back inside my body, taking me slowly. Tears slid from my eyes as he watched me. “You hate that you can’t
really
hate me; trust me, I know the feeling. I hate that I want you, too, Lena, but I love what you feel like when I’m inside of you. This,” he said pushing into me and pulling out slowly, “this is something not even I can deny. You undo me, make me weak. I need this from you, and you need it from me.”

“Screw you,” was my muffled reply. He smiled and slapped my pussy as he slowly drove himself inside me. His movements were precise, each thrust meant to seduce and tease. Slowly, he created sensations with his fingers, his touches and slow kisses. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he had no intention of doing what I wanted him to. Mindless fucking was easy. It wasn’t messy. This slow seduction was brutal because it pushed past my walls. I felt him, inside of me. Lucian was forcing me to feel my body’s reaction to his. Each penetration into my body was another inch he moved into my soul. Breaking his way past the barriers and crumbling my defenses.

“Keep it up and this flesh is going to be sore for weeks,” he growled as he slowly traced his fingers over my body before finding my clitoris and rubbing it. “You need to be taught who you belong to. Tell me now. Who do you belong to?” he asked, his eyes resting on my mouth with a twisted grin. “Guess it might take a while to get the lesson across, but I’m up for the challenge. That’s it,” he said as I closed my eyes and rocked my body against his as an orgasm ripped through me. “Good girl.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

And though she be but little, she is fierce. –
William Shakespeare

~Lucian

I moved around her cottage, noting the lack of things. Food fit for humans, for starters. Her fridge was devoid of anything; not even a stick of butter remained. I noted a bag of dry cat food and a few cans in her garbage and that was it. I fished through her garbage for anything else she might have eaten in the past week other than green beans and creamed corn. Who the fuck eats that shit with nothing else? I moved into the bedroom, slapping her naked ass hard.

“Lena, what happened to all of your food?” Selfish prick that I was, I needed her fed. Fucking consumed energy. She needed energy, because I needed to fuck her again. She rocked my fucking world; stripping her body bare in the front yard as she’d marched up the front porch and took what she wanted fucking destroyed me. Nothing in my entire existence had ever affected me like that, but she did.

She mumbled weakly, and I paused. My ears listened to her heart, and it was weak. I pushed her over onto her side and my cock was up. Hard, ready to pound her welcoming flesh; I couldn’t get enough of her. It felt good knowing I could fuck her until I was sated. Normally, women begged for me to stop before I was ready to, not her, though. She took everything I could give her so far, no holding back. With Lena, I achieved, I dominated, and
we
exploded, in that order. Lena was wild last night, and it had rocked my world,
she’d
rocked my world.

“Lena, what happened to all of your food?” I repeated, touching her swollen flesh and wincing.

I’d taken her hard, soft, then harder. When I was sure she’d had enough, she took more. I let it happen, greedy fuck that I was, I wanted it as much as her. She scared the demons off from around the house with how loudly she was coming; assholes probably assumed some priest was in here doing an exorcism. She opened her eyes, and I flinched from what I failed to see last night. She was fucking wrecked, and it had little to do with what I did to her.

“Get up,” I ordered, watching as her eyes closed weakly. “Bloody hell,” I snapped angrily, picking her naked body up and moving through the cottage and out of it swiftly. We just went to war with our bodies, and she was ill-prepared, fucking starved for nourishment, and she never complained once. Didn’t stop, either, she gave it right back to me, tit for fucking tat.

I moved into the main house, not giving a shit that my men stood around, dicks in their hands as they tried to divert their eyes from the wreckage from last night. Some looked impressed, and a few seemed confused. As if they weren’t sure where to start fixing what we destroyed by fucking.

“Layton, you forget to tell me something?” I snapped; my anger was palpable, pulsing through me.

“Did I?” he countered, eyes sliding down the sexy-as-fuck, albeit unconscious body in my arms. “Is she dead?”

“No, but she’s close. When’s the last time she went shopping for food, or you saw her eat?” I demanded, and his eyes grew large and rounded as he started to curse.

“She went to the store days ago, I think she might have had some trouble at the register and she left with nothing. Figured she was eating inside, you told me to keep my eyes to myself, let her have privacy. Didn’t want me eye-fucking her, so I stayed outside the grocery store and never went inside the cottage,” he admitted.

“Stupid fuck; she’s starved and I just drove her harder than I have with anyone on stage at the club,” I growled, and listened as they made noises of surprise. Yeah, my girl, she’s a fucking rock star in the sheets. She could make a porn queen look lame in bed. Lena didn’t growl in bed, she fucking roared like a monster, like me.

“You didn’t notice that she wasn’t fucking back?” Devlin asked, his eyes glued to her figure, and I growled low, threatening.
Mine.

“She did, all fucking day and night long. She took what I gave, and then she took more.” I let that sink into their heads; listened as they whistled, and pride swelled my chest. They know exactly what I am, and what I can do, and she’d kept up with me. I fucked hard, she fucked harder. “Get food, now,” I ordered, stepping over what was left of the furniture she and I fucking destroyed.  She didn’t do wild sex; she went to war when she fucked. She wasn’t weak anymore, held back by limitations of being human, she was a fucking hurricane.

I moved her to my room and covered her up, then ran my fingers through my hair at my own stupidity. She moaned, and I had to force myself not to crawl between her thighs. She was mid Harvest, and she’d tried to suppress that urge to ride it out on her own. I should have been there, should have fucking realized it. Instead, I’d been hunting for Katarina with Spyder, enjoying the thrill of finding the clues that might lead to her…and found nothing. Meanwhile, Lena had been alone, hungry, and dealing with an almost unbearable urge to fuck, if my memory of that spell was correct. 

I leaned over the bed, feeling her pale face. Her skin was slick with sweat, but I was fairly positive that was from fucking for hours. She whimpered, and her eyes opened to look around and she groaned as she held her stomach. She wasn’t going to be able to hold anything down, and it was driving me bugfuck crazy knowing it was on me. I’d never taken a partner to the brink of death, never. I have rules, and I hold myself to a standard. I always check vitals, make sure girls are healthy, fed, ready to be taken on an adventure of sexual awareness they won’t ever forget, but Lena…Fuck, with her, it was like I was fucking greenhorn fumbling around in the dark. She made me forget things, turned me into someone who fucking cared.

I moved around the bed, considering my options. She was fading fast; the bouts of vigorous sex tapped her already stressed-out body. Her pulse was already slowing, and she was spiraling towards the drain. There were a lot of things I could heal, but it would take time and I needed to fix this fast. Fuck!  Women who are starved to death don’t fuck like that; they sure as hell don’t initiate it.

I knew where I could go for a fix that would save her, but the idea of asking for help wasn’t appealing. I needed to figure out a way around it. I thought about how I should look that would be the most intimidating and a black suit with a crisp white dress shirt and black tie appeared on my frame. I paused for a moment, listening to her breathing as it grew labored, and I exhaled deeply.

I displaced molecules, severed time and space, and re-formed inside Vlad’s bar. It was darker than usual as I looked towards the bar, and noted it was packed with Fae, and from the look of it, the increase of Lucifer’s foot soldiers on this plane hadn’t gone unnoticed. They had one laid out on the bar.

Stakes held him firmly in place while Ryder dripped what I assumed was holy water over the demon’s forehead and it screamed and cursed, and I paused, watching them from the shadows. My eyes searched the tables; looking for the kid I knew Vlad had been hanging around with lately. I finally spotted his shaggy, longer brown hair in the crowd and he was with one of the regular fang-bangers, Rebekah, who had dark blond hair flowing down to her ass. The banger had goo-goo eyes for Ryder, who couldn’t be bothered to notice she even fucking existed.

I watched as the kid pulled her towards the open doorway in the extended hallway. Vlad’s version of a sex club and mine differed, hugely. He looked at the bar, and his eyes slid over Synthia, who didn’t seem to notice. Her eyes were only for Ryder.

As far as I was concerned, it was a fucking soap opera in this place; everyone longed to fuck everyone, and it had a simple fix: Throw them all in a room, and let them fuck it out.

Ryder looked around as if he sensed me, and I smiled. No one senses me unless I allow them to. I moved through the shadows, allowing myself to blend in with them. The kid closed the door to the small room, but I was used to it; doors didn’t keep me out, and neither did wards.

I watched as he pushed her against a wall, kissing and touching the girl who giggled pathetically. Lovely, the girl was imagining the kid was Ryder, and he was imagining she was Synthia; both were fucking failing with their fantasies. He was limp, she was dry, but both more than willing to fake it for a blood fix, which most of the regulars here are rewarded with. If the vamps fed from them regularly, they had to replace a bit of it. It was simple fucking logic; Vlad was smart, and didn’t want bodies piling up. He’d been doing it for a long time.

Rebekah had been hanging around Vlad and his people for well over fifty years, yet she looked no older than twenty because they would give her vampire blood. Rotating the vamps that fed from her kept her from being in thrall to any particular one. 

I watched her strip naked and found myself comparing her to Lena—and she was so fucking lacking. Her breasts are larger than Lena’s, but it didn’t turn me on. I could smell what that the blood she’d been fed couldn’t conceal: she was aging. Her organs and her body knew that they’re supposed to be older. He could smell it too, his nostrils flared and even as she lowered herself to the floor as she worked his pants, he rolled his eyes.

I smiled. A few years ago, Synthia was his, but he’d fucked up. Deals with devils have a way of fucking you over in the end. He accepted Ryder’s deal, guised through Vlad. He lost the one thing he loved the most in the process. Synthia.

I materialized as his turquoise eyes widened, and before he could open his mouth to alert the others, I was already there, one hand at his throat silencing him and placing the other hand on the girl, and watched as her eyes grew vacant, and she fell to the floor, limp, and unseeing.

I grabbed him, not caring if he’d sent a mental telegraph to his maker or if Vlad sensed his fear, and we apparated from the building; no wards were disturbed, no alarms sounded. We materialized back in the room with Lena, and I released his throat and arm, and watched him dispassionately as he hit the ground hard. He’s used to sifting, but I don’t sift.

“What the fuck!?” he demanded, and I smiled coldly, showing him the darkness inside of me. Ghostly skeletal images pushed and writhed over my skin as my armor formed; souls of the condemned that couldn’t escape because I was their judge, executioner, and warden. In my world, execution comes before incarceration.

“You know who I am,” I asked, even though it sounded more like a statement. My eyes turned blue, the color of the flames that burned in hell.

“Lucian, right-hand man to Lucifer,” he snapped, his legs still not quite willing to hold his weight.

“The girl on the bed,” I replied, ignoring his look of panic as he tried to decide his best exit route, which would only end badly for him. “She needs blood.”

“And if I say no?” His question was almost belligerent. He had balls. I had to give him that.

“Don’t say no, kid. That means this trip ends badly for you.”

He looked at me, and I allowed more of the darkness I concealed to become visible.  Soulless eyes watched him, the blue hellfire burned brightly, and my armor that contained the souls slipped, purposely. Like tattoos, they slithered over my skin, moving around the runes that held them to me. His mouth popped open, and his fangs retracted, completely unable to look away from the walking nightmare I’d become.

I didn’t just collect evil mortal souls, I collected immortals. Immortals gave more power; they fed what I had become with endless power, making me stronger with each new piece I added to my armor. Their powers became mine, and the transfer was quite painful for them.

“Who is she?” he asked, his eyes still glued to the souls undulating on my skin like dancing tattoos. I pushed the armor back below my façade of a body, where I could still pull from their powers and let him feel the electrical intensity of the raw power they fed me.

“She’s a witch, one who doesn’t deserve to die. Unless you plan to follow her into the next life, I suggest you remedy it. Now,” I said evenly, not needing to scare him more than he already was. He was new to being immortal, too weak to become part of my collection.

“Guild?” he asked as his eyes moved to Lena. I felt his lust, strong and powerful as he looked at her naked body. She’d kicked the covers off while I’d been gone.

“No,” I replied, wanting nothing more than to hide her nakedness from the kid’s lustful eyes. Spyder waited in the shadows in the corner of the room. He’d sensed I’d returned, and that I wasn’t alone.

“No; that’s all I get? I’m about to give her my fucking blood, you can at least tell me who she is and why she needs it,” he replied aggressively. I growled, and the kid started to move, as if he’d stand up and take me on. Spyder moved forward, his eyes cold with death as his own souls escape from his armor. “What the fuck, house of horrors much?” the kid mouthed off, and I smiled.

Kid really did have big balls, which was probably why Vlad kept him around. I moved to the bed, sensing the moment the Fae arrived outside my house. Unlike them, I knew how to keep undesirables out of my house.

“You can either give her your blood willingly, or I can feed it to her as the life drains from you. Choose.”

“Lucian, we got company,” Devlin said, hellfire burning in his eyes as he entered the room, fixing his gaze on the young vampire. His eyes moved from the kid to Lena, who groaned and curled in on herself as pain rocked through what had to be her stomach.

“Choose; either way, she’s getting your blood,” I warned, hoping he would choose wisely.

I watched as his fangs slid down and he scraped one over his wrist to slice it open. He slid his other arm under her upper back, carefully avoiding her naked flesh as he forced the lifesaving blood down her throat. I relaxed a hair, watching as color filled her cheeks, even as she latched onto his vein.

“Lucy, you got some ‘splaining to do,” Ristan’s baritone voice was mocking as he materialized into the room. “Time to drop the Fae wards, asshole,” he demanded angrily. Fucking soul-seeking demon. The house was warded against Fae and Lucifer’s demons. Fucking half-breeds.