Savage Awakening

Page 39

  Author: J. D. Tyler

  "You need my cock fucking your pretty pussy, baby?"

  "Y-yes! Fuck me, please!"

  His lean body covered hers, and the round helmet of his cock slipped between her folds. He pushed deep, thrust all the way to the hilt. Then began a sensual grind that made her nerves sing. The man fucked like he did everything else in his life-with his heart and soul. He worked his rod in her channel, driving them both to the edge.

  She couldn't last. Didn't want to.

  Her release exploded and she cried out, spasming around his length. He thrust two, three more times, and stiffened, filling her with his seed. His fingers twined in hers and he lay over her back, kissing her neck.

  "Beautiful," he murmured. "Thank you, my sweetheart. Love you. "

  "Love you, too. " Lethargy set in and she felt herself melt into the rug.

  "My poor tired mate. You've been through a lot today. Let's take a nap, huh?"

  "Sounds great. "

  Vaguely, she was aware of him pulling out, standing. Gathering her into his arms. She rested her cheek against his chest, safe and warm.

  She was asleep before he laid her on the bed and tucked her close to his heart.

  Hell calls hell.

  Go to her, Kalen. She waits.

  Kalen dropped the TV remote, heart pounding. He stood, glancing around his apartment in fear, but Malik wasn't there. Not in the flesh, anyway. The Unseelie king couldn't break the wards to get into the compound-or so Kalen hoped.

  "Go to who? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Leave me the fuck alone!" he shouted.

  Not going to happen. You need me, and I'll not abandon you as everyone else in your life has done.

  "I have the Alpha Pack now," he seethed. "They're good to me. They've become my friends. I'll bet you don't have any of those. "

  I have something better-power. You have it, too, my little diamond in the rough. So much raw, untapped power begging to be developed, harnessed, channeled in the proper direction. I can do that for you. All you have to do is surrender to me, your master.

  "My what? You're a crazy bastard. Not gonna happen," he snarled, tossing the Unseelie's words back.

  An amused laugh curled around Kalen, making him shiver. The faint crackle of electricity shimmered in the air around him, like someone balling up cellophane. A ghostly touch, like that of a finger, trailed down his cheek. Continued on, dipped into the vee of his black button-down shirt.

  You belong to me now, and you'll do as I order. You have no choice. Do not fight me.

  The phantom hand skimmed his stomach, and finally, slipped to his zipper and the aching bulge there. For a moment, he allowed himself to drink in the pleasure. Would it be so bad to be owned by one so powerful, who could make him feel-

  Gasping, he jerked backward, away from the forbidden. "No. I don't belong to you!"

  Yes, you do, my boy. Every inch of you is mine.

  Never had he run up against a being whose power rivaled his own. Never even close. In spite of himself, he was intrigued. Lured. Darkness seeped into his mind and he knew that it was Malik. Tried to push him out. But the dark lord was stronger, and an image began to form, come to life.

  Kalen's body, naked. Spread in submission. Hands and mouths, devouring him. Consuming his body and soul. He wanted them to take all of him. Fuck and use him.

  Beryl looked up at him from between his thighs. Give yourself to our master. He alone knows what we truly are, what we need.

  "But, Mackenzie," he began, voice breaking. He was weakening under their onslaught.

  You're not together, Beryl said. You made that clear to her. You belong to Malik now.

  She took his cock between red lips, sucked him down. He wanted someone to claim him, longed to be loved. Malik answered.

  I will give you everything you need. Allow me in.

  "Yes," spilled from his lips. "Master. " The blackness entered his heart, delicious. Like dark molasses. His cock drove into the hot mouth, fucked it with abandon. The wicked pleasure was too much and his orgasm rolled over him. He came with a shout, filling her mouth as she suckled him dry.

  As the tremors of release faded, he looked down. Beryl was gone, and his clothes were still in place. His cock was softening, but a quick check revealed there was no come in his jeans. Had she ever been there? Was it just a vision?

  Very good, my boy. You will have all the sex your body can stand, all the acceptance you desire. Do you want these things?

  "Yes, Master," he whispered, reaching for the pendant that wasn't there. That would never again protect him from the evil that raced like heroin through his veins.

  Then see to your first task. Go to the Pack's basement and release Beryl. She has one last task to perform before she leaves us.

  "Leaves?" He frowned, trying to clear his head.

  Beryl was never meant to remain with us, my pet. She's a tool, nothing more. Release her, then feign horror at what you've done. They must not know you're mine now.

  "I'll do as you say. "

  This was wrong. He knew it, but couldn't find the foothold he needed to fight against such a dark being. Exiting his room, he walked the corridors, searching for the elevator to Block T-which stood for "Termination. " The witch would be executed soon, for her part in Malik's heinous crimes, whether she talked or not.

  Locating the elevator, he rode it down to the basement and got out. The witch's cell wasn't hard to find, as there weren't many and hers was the only one occupied. She moved to the door and gave him a catlike smile, as though she'd been expecting him.

  "Good blow job?"

  "So that really was you?"

  She shrugged. "No. It was Malik. You already know he can change forms, and he's great at projecting his spirit-self. "

  "But was it real?"

  "Who's to say? Malik is the master of the mindfuck. It's as real as you want it to be. "

  Cold sweat formed on his brow. He couldn't think of that now. He had a task to perform. Quickly, he uttered a spell and the lock popped, then the door slid open on its track. Beryl stepped out and pushed into his chest, thrust her tongue into his mouth, kissing him for several moments before breaking away. "There's more where that came from, later. Right now, I have to see to my task. Take the next elevator so we're not seen together. "

  He shrugged, but said nothing. Little did the witch know there wouldn't be "later" for her. Either the team would kill her or Malik would. He didn't care which.

  As she left, he struggled against that fact-that he didn't care about her life. That wasn't him, but the feelings of empathy weren't there. As though Malik had surgically removed them.

  He waited. When the elevator returned, he followed.

  "What have I done?" he whispered, leaning against the inside wall. The hated voice answered.

  Your task, and you've done it well.

  "Fuck you!"

  A throaty laugh was the bastard's only reply. Kalen's knees shook as he wiped the sweat from his face. His stomach rolled.

  What was Beryl going to do? Whatever happened, it would be his fault. Kalen hoped he could find the strength enough to do the right thing. He had to go against Malik's order and stop Beryl.

  God, please help me!

  But He had never answered Kalen. Not once, in all his life.

  And now he was prey to the one that would.

  Aric held Rowan's hand as they walked down the corridor together. A silly thing, but it made him happy. He was all domesticated, a state he hadn't imagined himself in.

  "I talked to my friend, Dean," she said. "Told him I resigned from the LAPD. "

  "What did he say?" He'd managed not to snarl when she'd said her best friend was some guy, and a handsome FBI agent at that. He congratulated himself on his calm tone.

  "He wasn't exactly shocked. I'd told him about you. He'd like to come visit sometime. "

  "Hmm.
We'd have to clear that with Nick, but since you said he's the one who learned about the compound in the first place, I'm guessing it won't be a problem. I bet Nick will want to speak with him in person about that, to try to find out where the leak came from. "

  "True. "

  Something was eating at him, and he had to get it off his chest. "Ro, you know I'd move to L. A. with you, if that's where you want to be. I mean that. "

  "I know, and I love you for it. " She kissed his cheek. "But my home is here now, with you and the Pack. "

  He was about to say something else when Sariel came around the corner. The Fae prince stopped and gave them both a blinding smile, rustling his blue wings. Aric thought those were kind of cool, but he'd never say so.

  "Congratulations on your mating," he said to them both. "Will you have what humans call a wedding?"

  Aric glanced at Rowan, who shrugged. "I don't think either of us has thought about it. But to me we're already married, as shifters. "

  "True," the faery mused. "It's the same with my kind. "

  Before Aric could open his mouth, a deafening blast shook the hallway. Aric and Rowan were thrown to the floor, and as he fell, Aric saw the blast catch the prince high in his chest. Sariel flew backward, slamming into the wall with the sickening sound of the wall giving way and the crunch of breaking bones. He slid to the floor and didn't move.

  In an instant, Rowan shifted. To his horror, she ran, attacking Beryl from the side. He had no time to wonder what the fuck the witch was doing loose. The bitch spun and sent a bolt of light at his mate, which struck her in the shoulder. His mate spun with a sharp yelp and crumpled.

  Rage suffused him, and the shift happened with no conscious thought on his part. He was a killing machine, bent on the one goal of killing the bitch who'd harmed his mate. There would be no more reprieves for Beryl.

  She saw him coming, smirked, sent another blast. Aric dodged it and it sailed harmlessly to his side, smashing into the wall behind him. He had one split second of immense satisfaction when her eyes widened and she knew death had finally come to call.

  Then he leapt, was on her, sending them both crashing to the floor. Shouts sounded, the cavalry coming, but no one was going to stop him. Beryl grabbed at him, tried to shove him off her, but he lunged.

  His big jaws closed on her neck and he sank his teeth deep. Her screech of pain was abruptly ended when he ripped out her throat. Heal that, you skank. He hung on until her body stopped twitching, then sat back on his haunches and let out a howl of victory.

  This time, she really was dead.

  But Rowan-

  Shifting back to human form, he wiped his mouth and crawled to the small brown wolf's motionless body. He was hardly aware of the rest of the team pouring into the hallway as he gathered his precious mate into his arms.

  "Rowan? Wake up, baby. Open your eyes for me. "

  "Aric!" Jax shouted. "What the fuck happened?"

  "Beryl got loose somehow," he choked out. Tears pricked his eyes. "She hit Sariel. Check on him, please. "

  His friend went to do just that, and others joined him in tending to the Fae prince. Aric was worried about the guy, but his mate took top priority. She stirred some, and he could feel her breathing, lungs sawing in and out. Relief nearly undid him, but he tried to remain calm. For her.

  Then her eyes opened and she blinked slowly. Her pink tongue poked out to tentatively lick his arm, and he laughed with profound joy. "My God, when she blasted you, I thought- Forget that. You're okay. Shift back, honey. For me?"

  It took several moments, but at last he had a lapful of gorgeous naked woman. Who just grinned weakly and tried to make a joke out of the whole thing.

  "After little things like drug dealers and gangbangers, witches, demons, and all that other shit are going to take some adjustment. "

  "You crazy woman," he said hoarsely, kissing the top of her head. "Don't do anything like that again. "