Chapter Forty
Dax
M y mate is a delicious menace. Revenge never sounded sexier on anyone.
I wanted so badly to kill Colin myself, but nothing compared to what he’d done to my mate. He was hers to kill when she decides it’s time.
“Fuck! Yes, my king, just like that!”
Or how rock-hard I got when Alaina suggested I ‘not hesitate to remind Colin, here, what king she belongs to.’
You bet your ass I didn’t.
Colin was squirming and doing his best to avert his eyes as I fuck the woman he will never have. My woman.
I let him stare at my ass as I bend her over while she holds the silver bars. Thanks to her new monster inside, it doesn’t affect her. But this new wicked side to my mate has me thinking consensual pain may be a new kink for her.
I look forward to putting that theory to the test later.
She’s been going at finding new creative ways to torture her rapist for hours. Days. Outdoing any of my personal records. But none of it seemed enough. My mate was insatiable, although I’m pretty sure I have an anecdote she’s looking for.
But right now, I don’t want this kind of fun to end. I’ll tell her my idea later.
I look over my shoulder and Colin is ignoring us. “Seems we’ve bored our new toy.”
Alaina peers behind my frame to see Colin avert his eyes.
“Then, let’s give him something he can’t ignore.”
My eyes must dance with all kinds of mischief at her insinuation.
I turn her around, lifting her so her ass is on the metal surface, spread open for me, her legs hanging over my shoulders. I kneel in front of her.
“What you failed to realize, Colin, is a true king falls to his knees for his queen,” I say.
I dive into her sweet folds and lap up the mix of our arousal on her flesh.
Then I bite down. Letting blood flow into my mouth as I suck. Being as messy as I can so her blood spreads onto my face. I move to her thighs, leave bloodstained kisses on her skin, her mound.
Her lids flutter, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Blood trickles from her clit to her anus.
Unable to ignore her blood, Colin hisses and sucks in his drool.
Her natural feminine aroma now mixed with her blood and sweet revenge has me in a frenzy.
“Fuck, I have to have every drop of you,” I say.
I grip the underside of her thighs and push them up toward her head so she’s leaning back on her forearms. From her asshole to her vagina and slit, I lick up and down, back and forth.
I suck on her clit, drawing and spilling more blood down to her backdoor and repeat.
Alaina didn’t stand a chance with this repetition of routine between lapping, sucking, biting, licking all in vampiric speed. Her own resolve wavering. She grabs my hair and pulls me up to her. Tilting my neck to the side, she bites into me and sucks my blood to fuel herself immediately.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need from me. Take it all.”
She retracts, sighing of satiation. The black veins disappearing from her neck, her fangs covered in blood, her violet eyes on me once more.
Shifting her eyes from me to him, I know she’s ready to finally get the closure she needs and end him.
Colin must recognize it, as he squirms and grunts, pleading for mercy and from all people, for me to be the one to save him.
In truth, I never thought I’d see the day someone was more fearful of anyone else over me. But the way Colin responded to her presence over mine; he wasn’t afraid of me anymore.
He was afraid of her .
And fuck, was he right to be.
She had drained him until he lost consciousness, then sealed each wound with her power.
The blood she drained from him, she kept in a blood bag to keep warm. When I asked what she planned to do with it, she shrugged and grinned. Shivers had gone up my spine and her ability to instill fear in a beast like me was arousing.
I’ve never come so fast without fucking than I did that night. She had me lay in the tub, poured his blood over me and licked me clean, using his blood as lube to fuck her chosen king.
We fucking bathed in her rapist’s blood.
My mate continues to surprise me. Even now, she’s trying to find a new way to outdo herself. She even consults with me.
We’re both standing there eyeing Colin.
Alaina is trying to think about how she wants to play with our little prisoner next. A mere bat in our cave of doom.
“Maybe we could use the pliers...” she says.
“No, I did that yesterday.”
Colin gives a toothless smile and nods rapidly to confirm what I just said. It was pathetic.
Alaina rolls her eyes to look at me. “He’s so compliant now. It’s almost not even fun.”
“Agreed. Are you saying you’re done playing with him, my queen?”
Colin looks back and forth between the two of us as we discuss his death in front of him. He smiles, hopeful, at Alaina, preferring hell over my little demon.
She tilts her head and scans his weakened body, now with his ass welded to the metal chair from her flames. “I guess so.”
I grin. “I had something made special for you, just for this occasion.”
“Sam?”
At my call, Sam appears minutes later, carrying my creation. I had it made special for her when I found out he had raped her. If I couldn’t do the honors, I wanted to make something to honor and commemorate her most important kill.
In his hands lay incredibly strong thread-like tubes made of melted diamonds.
Alaina squeals and claps. “It’s stunning.” She holds it up to her eye, looking through it like a telescope.
She looks at me and gasps, “Is this what I think it is?”
I grin. It fills me with warmth knowing she’s pleased with it. Her happiness means everything to me. And fire torture seemed to be her favorite on the prisoners.
I pull two pairs of latex gloves out of my pocket and hand one to her.
The snapping gloves on our wrists cause Colin to gulp. And is that what I think it is?
I sniff.
It is.
“Good job, darling. You got him to piss himself.”
She beams back at me.
“This, I gotta see,” Sam chuckles.
I kneel in front of Colin’s naked body, lifting his flaccid penis to angle his urethral meatus outward toward my mate.
Alaina’s tongue is sticking out as she shoves and wiggles the diamond tube into Colin’s opening.
Colin is squirming a lot and the diamonds aren’t very forgiving. Neither is his penis. Mainly because things aren’t really meant to be shoved up there.
I check on her. “You good? Anything I can do to help you?”
She grunts “Nah, I think I . . .”
Colin cries out.
“Ah,” she exhales, dropping her hand. “Got it.”
“Good girl,” I praise.
Colin’s a sobbing mess, whimpering like a dog. A bitch .
“Please, no. I’m s-sorry.”
Colin makes his last efforts to save his life, but Alaina doesn’t care. “I seem to remember telling you no once upon a time. Let me offer you the same mercy you showed me.” She targets his trembling lips, melting them together with her flames.
She lifts the other end hanging from his penis and hovers her palm over it, ready to aim. “Dammit. I should’ve made him thank me.”
I’m so proud of how wicked she’s become.
She shrugs. “Oh well.”
“Fire away, darling.” I step back.
As she’s ever so focused, her palm glows bright orange and fire travels like molten rock down the diamond cylinder.
Sam, and I lean to get a better view. Both fascinated and disturbed at the same time. It funnels down at such a slow speed.
“She’s taking her time,” Sam points out to me.
“Yes, she is.”
Nice and easy, darling. Almost there . . .
Colin’s screams fulfill our suspense.
Got him.