Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Bellonna
I storm through my house, fury brewing within me. How dare they take what’s mine. He called to me , he gave himself to me . It wasn’t their right to take him. Clearly, word of my wrath has fallen in grace over the years if these vampires think they can defy me. Make me look like a fool.
But the error was theirs to make. I’ll not let this go unnoticed. It’s why I placed my mark on the unicorn. So that anyone, including him, would know he’s mine. He belongs to Bloody Mary.
I need to release all this pent-up anger and frustration so that I can devise a plan to remind not only the Crimson Brotherhood, but the world, who I am. And lucky for me, I know just how to do it.
Taking my time, I make my way up the stairs to my room, inhaling the comforting scent of jasmine that fills my home. It reminds me of the flowers that grew in the field behind my former home. The few good things from my old life that I enjoy remembering. My mind drifts, wondering for just a moment if my old homestead still stood what it would be like. Would flowers still cover the field? Would the barn I spent so many hours in be usable? Would the roof Papa put on the shed still leak? But with each question, rage builds that my happiness was taken from me, and now my prize, the unicorn.
As I step up to my bedroom door, I stop and count to three, taking a deep breath, then take hold of the handle and open it. I can’t help but smile at what waits before me.
Kneeling gracefully on the floor in front of the bed is my toy, a shadow of the allure that Varys possesses. His head is bowed, shoulders rounded forward, waiting patiently for me, the picture of devotion. Slowly, almost tentatively, he tilts his head upward. The motion reveals his chiseled jawline, accentuating the sharp angles of his face as the light plays across it. His deep-set blue eyes lock onto mine, holding an unspoken surrender, while a faint flush dusts his high cheekbones. Tousled dark hair frames his face, the disarray lending an almost fragile beauty to his striking features. His full lips part slightly as though he might speak, yet he remains silent, waiting, offering.
“How may I service you, my queen?” he whispers, the words rolling across his lips.
Queen. I like that at least someone shows me the respect I’m owed.
“Your tongue sliding through my slit as you finger fuck me is a good way to start.” His tongue snakes out of his mouth, gliding across his bottom lip as he eye fucks me.
He stands from the floor, cutting across the distance between us until he’s standing right before me. Lifting his hand, he traces along the edges of my clothing as if he’s savoring the privilege of getting to unveil me. As he should, having earned the favor of being my favorite toy. He takes hold of the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head before lifting it to his nose and inhaling my scent. It’s weird, but fucking hot as hell.
“Delicious,” his deep husky voice murmurs. If he had a name I’d call him by it, but it’s long since been forgotten since his death over a hundred years ago. He’s nothing more than what one would call a zombie now, just without the rotten flesh and need to eat brains.
His fingers slide along the curve of my shoulders, slipping the straps of my bra down, the tips of his fingers sending shivers cascading through me as they graze my flesh.
Fuck, the way he looks at me with his eyes full of desire and something else, almost like admiration, has my skin covered in goosebumps. He curls his lip into a small smile, one teasing of the orgasm he’s about to give me. His warm breath brushes against my neck as he leans in, peppering kisses along my earlobe.
“I can smell the desire wafting off you, my queen.” His fingers slip under the band of my leggings and he lowers his body, sliding the fabric along with him until they pool at my feet.
His hands slide up and down the length of my legs, electricity coursing through me, fueling my need. I close my eyes, leaning my head back as I let my mind imagine him, Varys, in my toy’s place. Strong, calloused hands cup my ass, squeezing my cheeks as he presses his face into my core, blowing his hot breath on me.
I nearly lose my balance and topple to the floor when he pulls my legs apart, giving him better access to my aching cunt. His hold on me tightens as I feel my body moving through the air. I reach out, grasping hold of his head as he stands and pivots. In just a few steps, I’m thrown backward onto the bed as my toy looks at me with hunger-filled eyes. He never fails in his yearning for me, to please me with all that he has. Too bad I will never see him as more than a means to an orgasm.
“Your smell is enough to die for,” he moans before moving between my legs, his mouth latching onto my clit.
“You’re already dead,” I remind him as I place my calves over his shoulders, using my heels to press into him, guiding his face back to pussy. “And my kitty is purring for you.”
“I love when it purrs, even more so when it bites and its claws come out.” I just smirk; he does love it rough. Maybe instead of this being about me, I’ll string him up and inflict some pain later. It’ll be good practice for the Brotherhood, but unlike them, I won’t be killing my toy. Well, making it a permanent death for him.
He runs his tongue through my seam before swirling it around my clit, sucking it into his mouth. My toy slips one, then two fingers inside my tight hole, curving the tips slightly to hit my g-spot as he pumps them in and out. I don’t know when it happens, but my hips begin to move in unison with his movement, intensifying the feelings overtaking my body.
He takes hold of my thighs, pressing them back, opening my pussy up even more for him. I know what he wants; to fuck me. But right now he can pleasure me this way and suffer with a hard cock until I return. I need to make an appearance and remind people who I am.
I stand outside the compound that houses the Crimson Brotherhood, the sun setting as the last rays of light shine over it. The wind cuts sharply against my skin, and my mind drifts back to days past when I used to love the feel of the cool air against my skin as I performed my evening chores.
I’ll give it to them. Their security is tight but not tight enough for me. I close my eyes, letting my powers course through my veins, calming me for what I’m about to do. Going in there with my emotions running rampant isn’t the best thing, and I know that.
I call on my powers, transforming into my Bloody Mary persona, the one that strikes fear in people, causing them to piss and shit themselves as they cower before me.
Grand appearance or stealthy? I still haven’t decided on which one I want to do.
I transport into the compound, staying hidden in the shadows, my veil keeping me hidden from their eyes. One of the magical perks bestowed upon me by Lilith.
My gaze sweeps across the room, absorbing the scene. Men are scattered throughout the area before me, while the little whores the club keeps around are either scantily dressed, laying across their bodies or naked, getting what little brains they have left fucked out of them. I have to admit it has my pussy throbbing just from watching the porn fest. Some of these men are hot as sin.
As I scan the scene before me, my eyes lock on him, the man who stole my unicorn. He’s truly gorgeous with his long hair and gothic appearance, but it’s more than that. Something about him calls to me, something magnetic that hints at shared secrets. Almost as if the darkness of our inner voids connects us, beckoning to our shared wounds of the past. It is as if each crack in our non-existent souls resonates with each other, neither threatening nor comforting, but almost a promise that we are no longer alone.
Get yourself together, Bellonna. He defied your wrath, taking what’s yours.
He moves with grace through the room, each of the men in his club taking a moment to exchange words with him while the women salivate, I’m sure begging to be riding his cock. My mind drifts, imagining what it looks like, how it would feel as I crawl on top of him, positioning my pussy over his hard shaft, clamping tightly to it as I lower myself down on it. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I quickly cover my mouth, not ready yet to make my presence known.
“Okay men, finish up and get your cocks back in your pants. We have church in ten minutes. Club whores and anyone who’s not a member of the club need to be the fuck out of here,” a deep voice roars from across the room. Roaming the area, my eyes land on the god who spoke, the other person who was there that night. The president of this band of walking dead misfits.
Church. A mischievous smirk crosses my face as I’ve now got a whole better idea of letting them know their mistake in messing with me. With one final look back at the gothic vision of a bloodsucker, I transport myself into the room that I know from my previous scouting they hold their meetings in.
When I appear in the room, I take flesh form once I’m sure no one is there.
I take a moment to walk around the room, letting the tips of my fingers trail along the furniture, making sure to leave my scent. I want them to know it was me. To show them how easily I can invade their holy sanctum without detection.
The overhead light flickers, catching the blade of a knife lying on one of the tables. The light dances across its smooth, polished surface in sharp, dazzling flashes. The metal reflects with a cold brilliance, each facet bending the light into streaks that shimmer like liquid silver, and a brilliant idea comes to fruition.
Picking up the blade, I pull the sleeve of my shirt up, exposing my pale wrist. Placing the tip of the blade on my skin, I press it in, piercing the surface as crimson flows. Irony at its best. Slicing my wrist, I drop the knife to the floor before using the red fluid to leave my message to the club on the wall.
I only wish I was going to be here to see their reactions.
Originally, I was just going to fade into the background and watch as they discovered my gift, but Lilith has me running an errand. Apparently, she caught wind of someone selling kittens for nefarious purposes. For all her fearsome power and glory, Lilith is an absolute softie when it comes to animals.
With a sigh, I take one last look at the words before making my exit. Hopefully, it’s clear enough for these Neanderthals to figure out.
Blood for blood, and pain for pain. You stole my prize, now feel my reign.