Broken Souls (Book of Shadows)

Three

Three

HIM

Seeing her faint makes me fucking feral, and I pick up the pace until I’m fucking her hard and fast. She oscillates beneath me, her tits jiggling as I pound into her. Her body is completely relaxed and at my mercy.

She could’ve fought me. She could’ve used her magic to throw me off as I only bound her wrists and not her fingers. The fact that she didn’t makes my blood hot. She trusts me in her vulnerability. Trusts that I won’t go too far. That I won’t hurt her while she can’t protect herself.

And that gifting of her safety, that blatant show of her belief in me unravels something inside my chest. Groaning, I slide in all the way. My balls grow tight. My cock jerks, feeling too damn good. But right as my orgasm is about to release, I pull out and shuffle up her body. I slide my cock across her tits. At the feel of her hard nipples, I sag forward with a growl and my cum sprays all over her chest and face, painting her as mine. Gripping my cock, I jerk out more cum for her, every last drop, before collapsing against the wall, one arm resting on it as I kneel over her.

Breathing hard, I stare down at the woman I love. The one I purchased four months ago merely for her womb.

“I don’t need a wife, Micha,” I told her that day in her father’s office. “All I need is an heir.” I shake my head at the memory. What an utter fool I was. A neanderthal…

My lips curling, I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone. There’s a text notification from Aleric Zadar, the Boss of the Blood Fangs, that I’ve been waiting on, but it’s a one word response, so I ignore it. Grabbing my dick with my other hand, I drag my cock all over my fiancee’s body and snap a few pictures of it next to her cum-stained cheeks and breasts. My breathing increasing, I trail my cock down her stomach, ignoring the pain born from its sensitivity.

I jerk my hand back and forth, getting myself hard again, then I bury the head of my cock inside her pussy. I groan at the sight of her taking me, and I snap a few more pictures. I’ll paint this one day – capture just how her soaked lips hug me. Then I turn it onto video mode as I fuck her slowly, focusing on how beautiful her pussy accepts me into her body.

A soft sigh escapes her lips, and I point the camera at her face. A few seconds later, she opens her eyes. I push deeper into her, going in further than my head, and her lips part in a pretty little O. She doesn’t wake though, so I angle the camera back to her wet pussy before changing my mind and focusing on her face once more. I’d rather capture the color of her cheeks, the heated desire so clearly painted there. The little moans and whimpers she makes as I fuck her while she’s out.

Shuddering, I come inside her, but my balls have already been drained so damn much, the orgasm is practically dry. Following my hand with the camera, I scoop up the cum on her face with a finger, then push it between her thighs after I pull out. She lifts her hips on a little sigh, and I push more into her until she’s clean. Kneeling between her thighs, I place the phone there to watch the cum seep back out of her pussy and down her legs. Groaning, I push it back in, then end the video.

Tossing my phone on the bed, I shuffle down to lick her pussy. She tastes like mine, and my cock twitches even as it begs me to leave her alone. It is aching from the pain of the new tattoo. A small bit of blood and ink is even now leaking from it, so with a last kiss to her thigh, I shuffle off the bed and head into the ensuite.

My pulse quickens as I wipe away the mess on my cock, worried her name’s no longer readable, but it’s there in solid bold. Micha Shadow

I run a finger across it. She’ll have to redo the Property of though, and my cock twitches at the thought of her marking me again. Claiming me like I have her.

My chest tight, I head back into the bedroom to untie her so she can get comfortable. She sighs as I place one of the pillows under her head. I leave the towel under her hips.

Standing over her, I hesitate for a second, then lean down and kiss her forehead. “I love you,” I murmur. The words feel alien on my tongue, a bit too heavy, a bit too risky to admit to an assassin. She could be manipulating me, making me fall in love with her just so I put my guard down. There has been a bounty on my head since I was a kid, and she is more than skilled enough to pull it off. But fuck, do those words feel right.

Pivoting, I grab my phone off the mattress, throw on a pair of sweatpants, and head for the door. As much as I want to crawl back into bed with her, that text from the Boss of the Blood Fangs demands my attention.

Four months ago, we found out that Antonio’s gang, the Death Hunt – the third and final gang with a claim to St. Augustine, Florida, was kidnapping members of the Blood Fangs and killing them in some gruesome experiment that led to all their skin falling off their bodies and their organs turning into mush. My seven brothers and I thought they were developing a poison or a new disease that they would eventually use on us.

Aleric, the Boss of the Blood Fangs, tried to keep it all a secret, not trusting we wouldn’t attack them too while they were weak. But we grabbed one of his tortured men after the Death Hunt dumped his body like yesterday’s trash, still barely alive. Unfortunately, Jerry was so far gone, he wasn’t able to speak due to choking on the bits of flesh falling off his tongue and the walls of his cheeks and throat. So we then grabbed Cid, Antonio’s youngest son, for information about what his father had planned, and it is worse than we ever imagined.

The fucker is trying to make hybrids.

If any of the archangels get wind of this, we’re all dead. They will not limit their killing to just his gang. They are responsible for keeping the balance of the Seven Planes, of which Earth is one – albeit it is ignorant of that fact, and an army of hybrids will threaten that balance as they are more powerful than either of their parents, almost putting them on par with a demigod. One existing isn’t an issue to the archangels. But an entire army? Every sup in this city would be worth sacrificing then – simply kill everyone to make sure you get them all.

So I need to take measures just as drastic. I need to strike an alliance with the Blood Fangs. Our two gangs might be at peace now under a fragile treaty, but the war before was long and bloody.

Mother was born as a breedmare only a hundred years ago, gifted away to our father before she was even named. On their wedding day, the Death Hunt attacked the venue and killed her dad. She, in turn, killed their Boss’ mate and their unborn pups.

She had fourteen children during that time of war. None of them survived long enough to see their twenty-second birthdays, most having been brutally killed by the other two gangs. Aleric even sent their butchered bodies back to her, cut up and packaged to be delivered through the mail as he couldn’t pass the ward around our house. Rightfully angry, Mother then retaliated by killing a hundred of his vampires in a single night, gaining her the name Reaper of the Sired.

Any alliance between us and the Blood Fangs is going to be hard won, but hopefully it’ll give us the edge we need to catch Antonio off guard and kill him.

Whatever it takes, we must stop him before he makes his army and damns us all.

Stepping into my office, I open the messenger app and see the text I sent Aleric a few hours ago:

Varius: I know Antonio is planning on making hybrids.

As well as his answer, which was delivered when I was sucking on Micha’s tits:

Aleric:k

I didn’t expect him to break down and immediately ask us to help him now that we’re in the know, but I expected more than a ‘k.’ His gang is being slaughtered, and although Aleric cares for no one but himself, he is smart enough to understand that he won’t survive this coming war. Either Antonio will kill him or the archangels will.

Varius: We should talk.

Aleric: k

Varius: Today?

Aleric: k

My eyes narrow. I was about to suggest meeting him behind the library – a traditional place of parlay that is still honored, even by Antonio, but his Ks are really starting to piss me off.

Varius: When and where?

Aleric:k

Varius: That isn’t an answer.

Aleric: k

Varius: We ran into Antonio last night. He’s jacked up on something hard. You can’t win alone.

Aleric: k

My fingers tighten on my phone as I resist the urge to toss it on my desk and give up on this damn conversation. But as annoying as the Boss of the Blood Fangs is, we need his gang as much as he needs ours. Antonio is now faster than a fucking bullet – something that shouldn’t be possible. Whatever he’s doing to himself, whatever dark magic he’s messing with or whatever drug he’s pumping into himself, it’s made him too strong for us to kill on our own, especially since his kind is naturally resistant to magic to begin with. So we need the Blood Fangs as canon fodder.

But I don’t want him to think we’re just as desperate as he is. When it comes time for us to negotiate the terms of our alliance, I will do it from a position of power.

Varius: Enjoy your final moments then.

He doesn’t immediately reply like he has been.

Just as I start to think he won’t at all, he texts: Finished jacking off to a picture of your mom. You should try it to get that stick out of your ass.

My blood boils.

Aleric: My house at three. And bring me a picture of Sau. I wrapped this one around my dick and now it’s all torn. Got a bit too rough. Also got too much jizz on it.

Varius: Insult my mother again, and I’ll kill you myself.

Aleric: k

Inhaling sharply, I hold it for a few seconds, then type: I’ll be there at two. I have other shit to do.

I don’t, but fuck him and his schedule.

The three blinking dots pop up on my screen, telling me he’s writing a long message this time.

…

Aleric: k

Glowering at my phone, I half wish Antonio will find a way to kill him before our meeting. Dealing with Vlad, the vampire’s second, would be so much easier. He, at least, acts like a fucking adult.