Vishous:
-The
rustling midnight sheets tease me awake in more than one way, the light breath
of my female brushing against my heated. My lips curl into a wide smirk and I
refuse to open my eyes just yet for I knew what was to come, her lips would
touch every inch of my shoulder then up to my neck where she would suck over
the vein that lay just under the skin. Almost as if she could feel, taste my
blood. I always loved that coming from her, the soft swells of her breasts
brush against my arm before I curl it around her body to pull her closer to me
earning a delighted squeal from her lips. “I love my alarm clock, leelan” she
laughed, so carefree and loving, with that little undertone that told me
exactly what she was thinking while her hand roams down my stomach and… still
moves lower. I bury my nose in her hair to catch a her scent mingling with the
my own dark spice and I smile as I kiss the top of her head. Soon, her delicate
hands close around my length while the scent of my bond fills the air and I
open my eyes to look at the female I love. Her dark chocolate eyes churning
with the depth of her love even after all this time together and I tilt her
chin up so I can capture those luscious lips in a passionate kiss. Our
breathing starting to change as the heat between us increases, the soft
innocent turning eager, seeking more than we would ever say, joining us in an
ultimate act of carnal union that would join two incomplete pieces into a
perfect whole. Then, something changed. Her moans of pleasure turned to whimpers
of pain, instantly the bonded male in me panicked and I pulled back with terror
clouding my diamond eyes. The sight was enough to drain the blood from my face.
My female’s skin turned ashen, stretched taut over her gaunt face, reaching for me with a weak hand as pale
fingers gripped her shoulder. “I have to go.”
Terrified, I searched the space behind her, my gaze widening on someone I never believed
I’d see again pulled my shellan from my arms, a lithe form in white, red hair
billowing like flames around her, a cerub-faced young folded into the crook of
her arm. Wellsie… no… NO! Frantic, my hand reached to take Jodi back and found
nothing but air. –I don’t want you to go.- Tears glistened in her sunken eyes. “I
don’t want to leave you.” Eerily familiar words lingered in my ears as Tohr’s
shellan pulled my reason for being toward the door, heavy oak swinging open
letting daylight spill into our mated room. “Please, leelan, I can’t… I won’t
live in a world without you” Desperate, I leaped from the bed to stop them as
the door is thrown wide and the full force of the cursed fucking fireball hits
me, and I drop to my knees on a guttural scream, the stench of my smoldering skin
filling my nose, the pain of my searing flesh nothing compared to the spearing
agony that cleaved at my heart, my anguished bellow snapping me awake to a
fresh world of agony-
Zypher
-He grinned
smugly as he watched from across the room. Xcor had a way with things, the
branding iron was no exception. Absently he rubbed a long healed salt rubbed
scar across his chest..a present from their leader. A reminder of who he was
and what he was put here for.- You've got him on his knees mine commander...now..make
the son of a bitch beg. I bet 'es too proud t' do it.
Xcor
-The screams
wrought from the white eyed Brother brought him neither satisfaction, nor
enlightenment. He'd divulged nary a scrap regarding the demanding questioning
undertaken thus far. He turned to the fiery coals once more, thrusting the iron
back through the blistering heat to begin anew. Returning to the bound warrior.
Bent, but nay, not broken. Not yet. His hand shot out, twisting into the
Brother's sweat dampened hair to pull his head back with a snap. Baring his own
set of lethal fangs, scarred face twisted in disgust as he lowered to come face
to face with his captive.- It's said ye can read minds, listen in where no
other belongs. -He grinned darkly as his eyes bore deep into the warrior's own
glowing irises as he spat...- Read mine, Brother. Know well ye won't be findin'
escape inta the Fade. Ye'll be callin' fer yer mahmen long b'fore we be through
'ere. -Releasing the hair, shoving the Brother's head back with a jarring motion,
he bypassed the irons in favor of running his rough hand over the rudimentary
table of items procured for this mission. Hovering over each, thick fingers
close around a razor sharp, wickedly thin skinning blade. Lifting it to catch
the light, turning it this way and that, he nodded once to Zypher.- We'll be
seein' if he values what's left of his manhood, 'nuff t'find his way to the
words we be seekin'.
Ione
What is
this? [my voice barely contained as I pushed open the door, lavender eyes
narrowing at the scene before me. I surveyed the males, rage rising up to
constrict my chest as much as my corset did] I told you he was to be left
undamaged! [stepping in, the door slammed behind me with a metallic clang and I
stalked over to the battered warrior, shoving Xcor and his minion aside and
reaching through the bars to touch the charred wound on his chest] Your
connection within the Glymera is already in place for my departure as agreed.
Destroying my property was not part of that arrangement so, I trust you have an
explanation for this or I’ll be collecting my payment now, information or no. [touching
my fingertips to Vishous’s jaw and turning his head to survey the damage, weeks
of growth darkening his goatee into a full beard streaked with blood and grime,
talking over my shoulder to the two males] These wounds had better not be
permanent. [turning his chin, breath catching when his icy eyes open to pin me
with a lethal gaze] So you’re awake...slave.
Vishous
-Reality hits
like a ton of bricks, pushing away the dream-haze with searing agony. The scent
of burning flesh filled my nostrils at the same time the pain registered
through my battered body. I was a roadmap of seeping wounds and blackened
bruises that had quieted to dull throbs as I tried save as much of my waning
strength reserves as I could, not even reacting to the blade gleaming in Xcor’s
hand, his already ruined face twisting in impatient anger. Then I heard her.
Growling low in my chest, I could barely rein in the instinct to rip her apart.
Even her name had me seething, her
sadistic self-indulgence had put the whole race at risk. And for what? So she
could get into my leathers? Frigid bitch. Without conscious thought I flinched
at her touch, a barely noticeable move but her voice… I opened my eyes to level
a look of pure hated at her, her word holding an undertone of delusional puppy-love.
She actually prized her possession. Well, la dee daa. My eyes glowing murderous
fury, acid-dipped words flying from bloodied lips- I've
seen females go to serious trouble to get fucked but this one goes in the
record books, bitch .– despite an attempt at indifference, her face fell in
hurt. A low chuckle coming from beside her momentarily distracted me from the
offended aristobrat, the Bastard holding the branding iron amused by the
exchange while Zypher’s lecherous gaze roamed over Ione, jerking my head toward
him. – Something funny, dick weed? I’m not sure what’s hurting me more right
now, Xcor’s face or your stench. –my
throat burned the hoarsely barked words-
Zypher
-Growling
silently, he slid the bowl of salt behind a box, hidden from the female's view-
of course he will heal...eventually. -Zypher watched as the Princess assessed
the brother and laughed darkly at the title she gave him.- He's
stubborn..prideful..and in need of more beating but we can both be satisfied
here soon I believe if you'll just leave us -he looked to Xcor- to our devices
and trust the males you've hired. We won't let you down..highness. -He didn't
stop his gaze from rolling up her long legs and over her rounded arse-
Xcor
-Bristling
as the tiny female's hands pushed him aside, a black growl rolled through his
broad chest as her words ricocheted around the room as sharply as a thousand
poison tipped arrowheads. His hands curled into meaty fists as thick arms drove
them into the table, cutting off the pacifying words of his Bastard- Ye've
delivered upon yer word, Princess. We will deliver on ours, given ye find
yerself clear o'this place t'allow us t'find the answers we seek. Aye, your pet
appears damaged... -waving a hand dismissively- all will be well, and healed,
by the time he's delivered unto you.
Ione
[ignoring
the narrowly hidden barb of Xcor’s tongue, I stepped back from my caged prize,
my eyes searching his with a dark smile] You could end your suffering, Vishous.
Give these soldiers what they want and the pain will end. You have little to
live for anyway. Why do you resist? The Brotherhood? They have ceased looking
for you. They believe the Lessoning Society has taken your life. Your female?
You needn’t worry for her, she’s not long for this world. I’ve seen her with
mine own eyes, warrior. Your female is with young, and dying. It is over and
you are mine. I need only have you branded with the bands of a blood slave and
we will take our leave of this tiresome place. [my fangs drop down, barely
concealed behind my lips at the idea] I always get what I want. [still watching
Vishous, I speak over my shoulder at the two hovering behind me.] My patience wears
thin, Xcor. I am sending someone to mark him. You have until tomorrow evening
to get the answers you seek. You will have him prepared and restrained.
Vishous
You fucks
must get off at the sound of your own voices. –my voice gravelly, wincing at the hunger
pangs gnawing my gut, my diamond eyes flick up to Xcor- With your face, it’s
probably as close as you get to the real thing, huh? –laughing darkly, the
sound cut off at Ione’s words, my blood running cold in my veins. It was the
nightmare all over again, realization prickling the hair on the back of my
neck. The sting of the Brotherhood barely registered for I knew better, with my
brothers believing that my ass was on the line there would be no rest. It was
just not fucking happening, as much as they knew I wouldn’t open my trap I knew
they wouldn’t give up. But my female, my female… fuck. The nightmare had left
me too raw for a comment like that and with the flickering handle I had on my
curse I played back the image of Wellsie leading Jodi away. Ione wasn’t lying,
my female was pregnant. And I knew what that meant. The feedings, the hunger,
the weakness. Fuck, I had to get out of here. Fucking. Yesterday.
Zypher
-Zypher
crossed his arms over his chest, determined to keep his damn mouth shut. It
didn't take two times for Xcor to remind him who was in charge and he had
learned from experience that silence could save your life. He couldn't stop the
smirk however as the wounded brother flinched at the mention of his pregnant
shellan, perhaps that was the way in. He would use this if he could..as he was
sure Xcor would-
Xcor
-He nodded
once to the female, rolling his shoulders, itching to return to the questioning
before the diamond eyed warrior'd had any further recovery time- T'will give us
ample time t'garner what we be needin'. He shall be cleaned and trussed fer
your takin', princess. -He stepped forward, towering over her. His scarred face
barely concealing the expression of contained impatience and irritation as his chin
kicked toward the door.- Now, ye'll be excusin' us so we may get back to the
task at hand.
Ione
Until
tomorrow. [holding my ground, I looked up with barely checked annoyance and
returned the curt nod. I straightened my
shoulders and turned toward the exit, Louboutins clicking across the
filth-covered floor.] Intact, Xcor. He is of no use to me broken. Physically
anyway. [ I had waiting this long. One more night was of little consequence
compared to the lifetime I would enjoy with Vishous as my possession. Casting a
last glance at the male in the cage and the two brutes circling him, I stepped
over the threshold and let the door ease closed behind me.]
Vishous
-With a
longing look, the bitch queen left, the possession ringing in her stoking a
burning rage in me. I’d be her fuck toy when the Omega sprouted wings and a
halo. My diamond gaze fell on the two males that circled like vultures, hooded
eyes burning with the promise of much pain to come. I let my head hang between
my shoulders, bracing for the torment to come…a seemingly endless cycle of
agony and repetitive questions that I’d managed to tune out so far by reciting
the Sox line-up beginning with 1901. This time, however, as the routine began
anew, my focus was on the words of the aristobrat. Her lackey would be here
tomorrow and that would be my one shot before I was on a boat back to the Old
Country as a carnival ride for Ione. I was getting the fuck out of here. For my
female and our family. I flexed my gloved hand in its iron prison. And God
fucking help them all when I did -
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