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

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Varys

I’m in my shifted form. My snow white coat sparkling in the bright sun and my hooves clicking against the cold, mirror-like ground. The air is heavy, laden with the coppery tang of blood and the sweet, cloying scent of decay.

I’m not alone.

She stands before me, her silhouette lit by a pale, ethereal glow. Bloody Mary. Her name alone sends a shiver racing down my spine, but seeing her here in the flesh—if this can even be called flesh—is something else entirely. Her skin is porcelain white, flawless except for the faint spider web of cracks around her lips, which are painted a deep, violent red. Her eyes are dark pools, endless and hypnotic, and when they meet mine, I feel like I’m falling.

“Varys,” she says, her voice a melody wrapped in razor blades.

I try to step back, but my legs don’t respond. My heart’s racing, a wild, uneven drumbeat that drowns out every rational thought. I should be afraid—I am afraid—but there’s something else, something darker and more primal stirring in me. Her presence is intoxicating, a heady mix of danger and allure that I can’t resist.

“What do you want?” My voice is shaky, barely a whisper.

She smiles, and it’s a terrible, beautiful thing. “Want? Oh, my sweet unicorn, it’s not about what I want. It’s about what you want.” She steps closer, her bare feet gliding soundlessly over the reflective floor.

I’m rooted in place, unable to move as her fingers trace the curve of my jaw down to my charcoal muzzle. Her touch is ice and fire, sending jolts of arousal coursing through me. My breath catches as she leans in, her lips brushing against my ear.

“You called me,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with accusation and seduction in equal measure. “You betrayed me. I can feel it in your blood, your dreams. You’re curious. You’re hungry. You’re mine .”

Her words unlock something inside me, something raw and unrestrained. My fear is still there, sharp and biting, but it’s tangled with a desire so intense it’s almost unbearable. As her fingers trail down my neck and over my withers, a shiver races through me, and the shift begins. My horn retreats, my coat melts away, and my body shrinks and twists until I’m human again, naked and vulnerable beneath her gaze. Her fingers trail down my neck, over my chest, and every nerve in my body screams for her even as my mind rebels.

“No,” I gasp.

She laughs softly, the sound vibrating through me. “Oh, darling. We’ll see about that.” Her lips press against mine, and for a moment, the world blurs. I’m lost in her, drowning in a sea of crimson and black. The kiss is demanding, consuming, and when she pulls away, I’m left trembling, my knees threatening to give out.

Her form starts to dissipate, her laugh echoing as she fades into the shadows. “I’ll see you soon, Varys. Very soon.”

I wake with a start, my body drenched in sweat and my heart hammering against my ribs. The room is dark, but I can still feel her presence, like a ghost of a touch. My breaths come in shallow, uneven pants as I try to make sense of what the hell just happened. Was it real? A dream? Both?

I’m still shaking as I make my way down the hall toward Warrick’s room. His presence steadies me, and right now I need that more than I care to admit.

His door is slightly open, the faint glow of a light dancing across the wall. I knock and his deep, gravelly voice answers. “Come in.”

Warrick is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, with a wineglass of blood. His piercing eyes lock onto mine and his brow furrows as he takes in my panicked state.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

I hesitate, unsure of how to even begin. “I…she was in my dream. Blood Mary. She–”

Before I can finish, Blackwell’s voice cuts in from behind me. “She got to you too, huh?”

I whirl around to find him leaning against the doorframe, his smirk intact despite the gravity of the situation. “You don’t look surprised,” I snap.

“Because I’m not,” he says, stepping completely into the room. “She’s been a busy little myth tonight. Came to me too. Except it wasn’t a dream.”

Warrick’s eyes narrow, his jaw tightening. “What the hell are you talking about, Blackwell?”

Blackwell shrugs. “I was stroking my cock, minding my own business, and then she’s just... there. Straddling me like she owns the place.”

My stomach twists in a mix of jealousy and dread. “What did she do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckles. “Kissed me. Damn near melted my brain. Then she starts screaming about us stealing from her and vanishes. It was... a cum killer.”

Warrick is on his feet in an instant, his hand fisting in Blackwell’s shirt as he slams him against the wall. “You fucking called her?” he roars, his voice shaking with fury. “She doesn’t just come to people, she has to be summoned.”

“I could feel her in the room watching me,” Blackwell snaps. “What was I supposed to do? Just put on a show for her? She can show herself or fuck off. Blackwell Jr. isn’t a freebie; he’s a pay-per-view.”

Warrick’s chest is heaving, his fangs bared as he glares at Blackwell. “You downplay how dangerous she is? You don’t tease her. You don’t touch her. You sure as hell don’t kiss her, you goddamn idiot.”

The tension in the room is suffocating, and before I can think it through, I’m moving. My arms wrap around Warrick from behind, and my hands press against his chest, my fingers brushing lower until I cup him through his trousers.

“Don’t be upset, Warrick,” I murmur, my voice trembling. “She’s very tempting. I might have done the same.”

Warrick freezes, his anger faltering as he looks over his shoulder at me. Blackwell’s startled laugh breaks the silence, and Warrick’s grip on him loosens. He steps back, his eyes narrowing at me.

“No more tempting or calling her,” Warrick says, his voice firm. “Not unless we’re together. I’m not losing my brother to her.”

“Deal,” Blackwell says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m lucky you’re so tempting, Varys.” He straightens his shirt with a smirk.

Warrick’s gaze shifts back to me, and his lips curl into a smirk. “Now, little unicorn, you’ve got me worked up. I think you’d better do something about it, don’t you?”

My cheeks flush, but I don’t look away. Instead, I flutter my lashes and bite my bottom lip, my hands moving to the waistband of his trousers. Warrick’s eyes darken with approval as I sink to my knees before him.

The room fades away, the weight of the night momentarily forgotten as I focus on him, on the way his breath hitches and his muscles tense beneath my touch. Blackwell’s presence lingers, a silent witness to the moment, but even that doesn’t deter me.

I undo the button with trembling fingers, pulling the fabric down to reveal him, already hard and thick, the sight making my mouth water. My breath hitches as I lean forward, the scent of him—dark, musky, and all-consuming—intoxicating me further. I press a tentative kiss to his length, and his sharp intake of breath urges me on.

As I take him into my mouth, the heat of him fills me, and the taste—rich, salty, and utterly masculine—floods my senses. I hum softly around him, savoring every inch. Warrick’s hand tangles in my hair, his fingers threading through the strands, gripping just firmly enough to guide me without being harsh. The gentleness in his touch contrasts with the roughness of his usual demeanor, and it sends another wave of heat pooling low in my belly.

“Fuck,” Warrick murmurs. “You’ve got a talented mouth, little unicorn.”

His words send a flush of heat to my cheeks, but I don’t stop, hollowing my cheeks and sliding him deeper, feeling the weight of him on my tongue. I focus on the rhythm, the push and pull, the way his breath hitches every time I swirl my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

Blackwell watches, his arms crossed, leaning casually against the wall but his expression betrays him. There’s a heat in his gaze, his usually cocky smirk replaced by something darker, more primal. He doesn’t say a word, but his presence is impossible to ignore, adding another layer of intensity to the moment.

Warrick’s hips jerk slightly, his control slipping as he lets out a low groan. “You feel so good,” he says, his voice rough with need. His hand tightens in my hair, pulling just enough to make me look up at him. His crimson eyes burn into mine, and the raw desire there nearly undoes me.

I press my hands to his thighs for balance, my nails digging lightly into the fabric of his pants as I pick up the pace. His reactions spur me on—the way his chest rises and falls more rapidly, the way his grip in my hair tightens with every flick of my tongue. I feel powerful, knowing I can unravel someone as unshakable as Warrick.

“Damn,” Blackwell finally speaks, his voice thick with amusement and arousal. “Didn’t think I’d be jealous of a vampire tonight.”

Warrick lets out a low growl, not bothering to look at Blackwell. His focus remains entirely on me, his lips curling into a smirk as he guides me down further, testing how much I can take. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, but I don’t stop, the challenge igniting something reckless in me.

“Keep watching,” Warrick says, his tone a mix of command and invitation. “You might learn a thing or two.”

Blackwell chuckles. “Oh, I’m watching.”

“Fuck, Varys,” he groans, his head tipping back as his control begins to slip entirely. “You’re going to make me lose it.”

I hum around him once more, the vibrations drawing a curse from his lips as his grip on my hair tightens. The sounds he makes, low and guttural, fill the room, each one sending a thrill through me that borders on addictive.

“Varys,” he says my name like a warning.

I pull back just enough to speak, my lips brushing against his length as I whisper, “I’m not stopping until you come.”

His response is a growl, low and feral, and his hands fly back to my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts roughly, chasing his release. I relax my throat, letting him take what he needs.

When he finally shudders, a guttural moan ripping from his throat, I feel the rush of satisfaction that comes with knowing I’ve undone him completely. His release fills my mouth, warm and salty, and I swallow without hesitation, savoring every drop.

As I pull back, Warrick’s hands remain in my hair for a moment, his touch softer now. He looks down at me, his crimson eyes still dark with desire, but there’s something else there too—something unspoken that makes my heart race.

“Damn, little unicorn,” he says, his voice hoarse. “You really are full of surprises.”

I smile, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. “I aim to please.”

Blackwell lets out a low whistle, pushing off the wall and walking toward us. “Well, that was a show,” he says, his smirk firmly back in place. “But now you’ve got me all hard and aching, so I think it’s only fair that I get a turn.”

Warrick growls low, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. “Patience, Blackwell,” he says.

When Warrick finally pulls me to my feet, his lips crush against mine in a bruising kiss, and I melt into him, the world narrowing to just us. Blackwell steps closer, his hand brushing against my back, and I turn to him, drawn to the intensity in his eyes.

“I’m not one for patience. You know that,” he says. His gaze locks on mine, molten and searing, making my stomach tighten with anticipation.

Blackwell closes the distance between us. His hand cups my jaw, his thumb brushing along my lower lip, as he takes me in. “You’re something else, Varys,” he murmurs, his tone both teasing and reverent. “Let me see just how sweet you really are.”

Before I can respond, he presses a kiss to my lips—hot, demanding, and unapologetically possessive. I gasp against him, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he pushes my pajama bottoms down so that my throbbing length is pressed between us.

He breaks the kiss, nudging me backward until I’m seated on the edge of the bed. He kneels before me with the same casual arrogance he always exudes.

Blackwell’s hands slide along my thighs, pushing them apart as his lips trail over the sensitive skin, leaving a path of heat in their wake. Warrick watches from a few feet away, his expression unreadable, though the tightness in his jaw and the dark gleam in his eyes betray his arousal.

“You’re perfect like this.” Blackwell glances up at me. “All flushed and eager. I could devour you.”

His tongue flicks out, teasing, tasting, before he takes me fully into his mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, his skilled tongue and lips working in a rhythm that sends pleasure coursing through me. My hands instinctively tangle in his dark hair, holding on as he takes me deeper, his eyes never leaving mine.

From across the room, Warrick mumbles, “Don’t overwhelm him.”

Blackwell chuckles around me, the vibration sending another surge of pleasure through my body. He pulls back slightly, his lips glistening as he smirks. “You’re one to talk,” he quips before turning his attention back to me, his tongue tracing along my length in a way that makes my head fall back and a moan slip from my lips.

Blackwell’s mouth works like magic, his tongue tracing every sensitive spot, drawing out gasps and moans that echo in the room. His movements are deliberate, an intoxicating combination of control and indulgence, as if he’s savoring every sound I make, every tremble of my body under his touch.

“Blackwell…” I breathe, my voice shaky, desperate.

His hands press firmly against my thighs, keeping me grounded as he works me closer to the edge. Warrick’s looming presence behind him only heightens the intensity, the weight of his gaze making me feel utterly exposed, and yet undeniably safe.

“Don’t hold back, little unicorn,” Blackwell murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak before his tongue flicks against me again, his dark eyes locking with mine. “I want it all.”

The words push me over the edge. My body arches as the release crashes through me, my hands clutching at him as I cry out, the pleasure leaving me breathless and trembling. Blackwell doesn’t let up, his movements slowing only when I begin to sag back against the bed, spent and utterly undone.

He finally pulls away, his lips curling into a self-satisfied smirk as he licks his lips, savoring the taste of me. “Sweet, just as I thought,” he says, his tone smug.

Warrick lets out a low grunt, clearly restraining himself as he steps closer, his hand resting possessively on my shoulder. “Done showing off?” he rumbles, his voice thick with both approval and jealousy.

Blackwell stands, brushing his hands over his trousers with an air of nonchalance. “For now,” he replies, glancing at Warrick with a playful glint in his eyes. “But don’t act like you didn’t enjoy watching.”

Warrick’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he shifts his attention to me, his large hands pulling me up from the bed and shifting me so my head is by his smorgasbord of pillows. “Come on,” he says softly, his tone losing its usual edge. “You need rest.”

Blackwell climbs in next, stretching out on one side of me with a sigh of contentment. Warrick settles on the other, his arm draping protectively over my waist as he pulls me against his chest.

“Comfortable?” Warrick murmurs, his voice low and soothing against my ear.

I nod, my eyelids growing heavy as the weight of the evening settles over me. Between them, I feel safe, cherished in a way I never expected.

Blackwell chuckles softly, his hand brushing against mine under the covers. “Get some sleep, little unicorn. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”

His teasing tone makes me smile faintly, but exhaustion quickly takes hold. The steady rhythm of their breathing surrounds me, a lullaby that pulls me into the depths of sleep, nestled between the two vampires who have become so much more than I ever imagined.