Fangs & Freaks (Shifters of Myths and Legends #1)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Bellonna

When I left the room they use for church earlier, I went to spy on my unicorn. Little did I know I would find him jacking off to the very mirror I appeared in, masked from his view. Watching him stroke my cock made me ache to let my fingers slip through my now wet folds as I make myself feel the same as him. It’s all I can do to keep the veil in place, keeping myself hidden from view.

A deep voice pulls both myself and Varys from our fun, and my eyes land on them. The two men who led the charge to steal my prize, my belonging. Something’s different though. They don’t gaze upon Varys as a prisoner. Instead, I see lust and longing in their eyes as they come together, their bodies connecting like a puzzle.

The scene between the three of them unfolds with a charged intimacy that envelops the room, while everything else fades into the background. The three of them move together in a rhythm that is both tender and electric. Every glance, every touch, seems to carry layers of meaning—comfort, desire, vulnerability.

Their bodies are close, moving in a way that feels effortless, as though they’re one person or fated to be together. Their hands linger on each other's bodies. A touch that’s so forceful but gentle it intrigues me. They gaze upon each other with such intensity. I’m so lost in the sight before me that I miss their whispered words, meant only for one another.

It’s impossible not to feel something. I’m not sure why, but at first I feel a pang of intrusion, as if I've stumbled into a moment meant to remain private, solely between the three of them. Yet I can’t look away. There’s a strange beauty in their closeness that has my emotions all over the place. Instead of bloodlust coursing through my veins, there's desire. An urge to be with them, and I don’t know how to process it.

A faint ache rises deep within me, a reminder that I’m an outsider to this moment and doomed to be alone. It’s the first time in my very long life that I have an ounce of regret for taking Lilith’s offer that dark night. It’s the first time I’ve admitted to myself that I'd rather have died under the weight of the stones.

I begin to feel as if I’m suffocating and with one final look at the three of them in throes of passion, I leave, transporting back to the comfort of my room where I’m once again alone. An ache of emptiness consumes me as I replay the memory of the three of them together.

Something in each of them calls to me, beckoning to me like a light in the midst of the deepest fog, leading me to some unknown place I’ve never been before. Never felt before.

Warrick’s power, Blackwell’s chaos, and Varys’ innocence.

Why am I even thinking about them like this? l shouldn’t care about them. No, I should be planning their demise, how I’ll torture them, reminding the world why they should fear the stories told to them. Remind them who fucking Bloody Mary is.

I could have some fun with them while I work to figure out what the fuck is going on with me. Have them live in fear of when I’ll make my strike on them, putting a terminal end to their worthless lives. While I’ll live on in the nightmares of mortals, they’ll fade away into darkness, not even a second thought to the men that they were.

I pace the room as visions of them together, their lips on each other, continue to run rampant like a wildfire in my brain. I can’t help but obsess over what this means. Lilith made it seem as if I would live my life alone in exchange for giving her my soul and carrying out my revenge. I have so many questions. And there’s only one person who can answer them. Taking a deep breath, I call out the name I did so many years ago.

“Lilith. Lilith. Lilith.”

“As nice as it is to see you again, I’ve already got your soul.” Her sultry voice resonates from behind me. She slips her hand around my waist as she kisses along my neck, biting gently on my earlobe.

“It is the only way I know to talk to you. To bring you to me without hesitation.”

“And what is it that you need to talk about, Bellonna?” Her hands slip away as she moves around me, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, leaning back and resting her weight on her arm as she looks at me with hunger in her eyes.

“You said I’d be alone. And I was fine with that. But I’ve had feelings stirring for someone, someones.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “You’ve met someone that has your pussy throbbing, begging to have its ache eased. Is it a man, a woman?” She cups her breast as she asks, her tongue gliding along her bottom lip.

“That’s not the point, Lilith. Why am I thinking about them? Having desires? I should be happily going through existence alone, with no care for anyone. Just the occasional fuck to ease my needs,” I ask again, wanting to know how to shed these feelings so I can get back to taking glee from torturing others.

“Oh, my sweet girl. Even after all these years, you’re still so na?ve.”

Fury builds within me, taking the place of any emotions I was experiencing previously. How dare she say that about me. Yes, maybe I did believe in people, had faith in what they said and who they were, but that doesn’t make me na?ve.

“Oh, I can hear the wheels spinning in your brain from here, Bellonna. But it’s okay, I'll put you out of your misery.”

“That would be fucking nice,” I growl at her.

The last word is barely out of my mouth before she has me pressed against the wall, her hand around my throat, crushing it.

“I’ll let your stupidity slide this time. I’m not one to fuck with. While I’ve bestowed great power on you, it in no way scratches the surface of what I have. The life I gave you I can easily take away. When you make a deal, you should always pay careful attention to the terms and what’s involved. Never did the words you’d eternally be alone come from my mouth. Who you’re with or not with doesn’t mean shit to me. All I want is the power that comes from each kill you make.”

“I’m not meant to be alone?” I gasp as she releases her hold on me.

“No, not that you’d want to be with anyone for more than fucking. Didn’t you learn your lesson?”

I don’t say a word. Everything I’ve thought has completely changed. I’ve got feelings for three men, two of which have made a mockery of my name.

“And next time, don’t call for me unless you’re planning to crawl between my thighs and feast on my pussy.” With a flash, she’s gone just as quickly as she came and I’m left to my own thoughts. It’s time I up my game and show the Crimson Brotherhood just who Bloody Mary is.

With that, I transport back to the MC. It’s time to find out more about them.