Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Bellonna
“My bedroom.” My tongue glides across my lips as I take in the sight of him.
His eyes flutter as he rapidly scans the room, as if he’s looking for a way to escape. He won’t. And if he was lucky enough to come across an exit, he’d find himself in the boughs of Hell, alone and face to face with the darkest creatures known to man. If given the choice, he’d fare better with them than with me. Lucky for him, I’ve claimed him as mine.
“Your bedroom?” His voice is soft, and I wonder if it’s a statement or a question. I give him the benefit of the doubt and choose the latter as I make my way toward him, cutting the distance that keeps us separated.
“Yes, it’s rather nice, don’t you think?”
“You can’t hold me prisoner here, Bellonna.” He bites back and I can’t help but smile that my sweet, fragile unicorn is attempting to grow a backbone.
“Oh, and why can’t I? You’re here with me. I have the power.” I step over to the wine bar and take down two glasses.
“Warrick and Blackwell will find me. They’ll come for me. While you may be powerful, so are they, and there’s two of them and a whole biker club to back them up.”
I pick up a bottle of red wine, not yet responding to his words. Tilting the bottle gracefully, the dark crimson liquid cascades into the glasses with a soft, melodic glug.
As I pour the second glass, the air fills with the rich, inviting aroma of the wine—a heady mix of ripe berries, a hint of oak, and a whisper of something darker, like damp earth after rain.
“I love your faith in the two fang bangers and their band of walking dead, but they are nothing compared to me. If I so desire, I could end them with a snap of my fingers.” I can’t help but laugh when his eyes go wide. “Besides, you're in a totally different realm, baby. Welcome to my own little slice of Hell.”
Picking up the glass, its weight is familiar and comforting in my hand, cool and smooth against my fingers. I lift the glass to my lips, pausing for a moment to inhale the bouquet. The first sip is both sharp and smooth, a delicate dance of flavors blooming on my tongue. Notes of black cherry and plum mingle with the faintest traces of spice, leaving a velvety warmth as the wine slides down my throat. It lingers, a harmonious blend of sweetness and acidity that makes me close my eyes, savoring the experience. I lower the glass slowly, but the taste stays with me as I open my eyes.
I move over to him, take a seat on the edge of the bed, and hold out his glass of wine. He just looks at it, as if I’m handing him poison. He hesitates, but finally reaches out and takes it from me. I can’t help but laugh when he sniffs the wine.
“You saw me pour it. Mine came from the same bottle. If I’m going to drug you, I wouldn’t drug myself as well. As I told you, Varys, you are now mine. My toy to do with as I please. It can be fun for both of us, or just for me. The choice is totally up to you.”
Varys sits beside me on the bed, angling his head just as the light catches the side of his neck, revealing two small, unmistakable puncture wounds just above his collarbone. The sight sends a jolt of shock through me, my breath catching in my throat before giving way to a rising tide of fury.
He’s been marked. My toy, my unicorn, has been mutilated with a mark by someone other than me.
“What the hell is that?” I snap, my voice sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room. I extend my arm, my finger pointing accusingly at his neck, as my eyes narrow into slits.
Varys freezes, instinctively raising a hand to cover the marks on his neck, but it’s too late. I've already seen them. My expression hardens, a mixture of anger and something more—betrayal, perhaps—transforms my expression.
“Who gave those to you?” I demand. I take the wine from him, setting both of our glasses on the nightstand as I knock him backward. I crawl on top of him, straddling his body. “Where did you get them?”
Varys shakes his head, his jaw working as though searching for words that aren’t coming. The silence only pushes my fury further, my hands balling into fists at my sides in an effort to regain control.
“Answer me!” I bark.
The room feels electric, as it charges with the intensity of my demand and Varys’ inability to respond. Each passing second without an explanation only deepens the rift between us, the air heavy with unspoken accusations and a palpable sense of betrayal.
“Blackwell,” finally rushes from his mouth, and I see red, my vision a haze as I process what he’s said. How dare that vile undead creature mark what’s mine.
The words hit like a bucket of cold water, cutting through my anger. I do remember them telling me they bit my toy. I just didn’t expect to still see it. “I thought the scar would be gone by now,” I murmur, my fingers brushing over the faint puncture wounds.
Varys shrugs lightly, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “It’s a lot lighter than it was,” he says.
My gaze lingers on the marks for a moment longer, the heat of my initial fury giving way to something else. Ownership. Reassurance. My eyes drift lower, to the mark I placed on him. The one that means infinitely more.
I take hold of his shirt, ripping it open, only calming when I see my mark on him. I take my finger, tracing over the pattern as my anger calms. “This mark says you are mine. It’s there because I am who you belong to and this realm, here with me, is where you belong. No common bite mark is a claim of ownership.” I can’t help but smile as something hard presses against my core. “And the hard dick pressing against my cunt says you want to be here, too.” I lower my head, taking his lips with mine in a forceful kiss.
Varys
She’s teasing me. Her lips curve into a wicked smile as her long, dark hair spills over her shoulders, cascading like an ink spill over pale skin. With a casual flick of her wrist, her clothes vanish, leaving her bare and radiant in the dim, otherworldly light of the room. My breath catches as her beauty hits me like a blow, raw and undeniable.
The mark she’s staring at, feels both alien and natural, as if it’s always belonged there. Her fingers trace it lightly, sending sparks of sensation skittering through me.
“Just admit it, Varys,” she purrs, her voice low and sultry. “Admit you’re happy I claimed you.”
I want to argue. I should argue. She kidnapped me, dragged me into this infernal realm, and now she’s staking her claim like I’m a prize. But damn it, a part of me—a part I don’t want to acknowledge—is happy about it. The way her body presses against mine, her scent wrapping around me, and the sheer dominance in her tone… it’s intoxicating.
I groan, the tension snapping. “Fuck it,” I mutter, and without another thought, I latch onto her nipple, my mouth claiming her with the kind of fervor I’ve been trying to suppress.
She gasps, her head falling back as my tongue flicks over the hardened peak. Her nails rake across my shoulders, sharp enough to draw blood, but the sting only fuels the fire growing between us. Her hips roll against mine, and I feel her heat even through the thin fabric separating us. Bellonna is nothing if not relentless. She presses me further into the plush mattress, her laughter soft and dark as she looks down at me with those predatory eyes.
She shifts, sliding down my body, and before I can say anything, she’s magicked the last of my clothes away and her mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets as she takes my cock completely to the back of her throat on the first pass. The sensation is overwhelming, her tongue and lips working me with a skill that leaves no room for thought, only feeling. She pulls back just enough to glance up at me, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Her tongue rolls around my tip as she smiles at me with only her eyes before sucking on the head of my cock like a goddamn lollipop. And then it happens. My horn, my fucking unicorn horn, emerges. The magical energy ripples through me, and I know it’s there without even looking. Bellonna stops for a moment, her gaze locking onto it. A giggle escapes her lips; the sound shouldn’t be as arousing as it is.
“Oh, Varys,” she whispers, her voice dripping with amusement. “You really are one of a kind.”
“Don’t laugh,” I manage to choke out, though her amusement only turns me on more.
She doesn’t reply. Instead, she shifts her focus, her mouth trailing kisses along my thighs as her hands explore every inch of me. The intensity of it all is too much, and I find myself flipping her over, pinning her beneath me. Her laughter turns to a moan as I trace her body with my tongue, tasting her like she’s a forbidden fruit.
She moans as I flatten my tongue and lap at her clit… her juices filling my mouth. I can’t get enough. She tastes like cherries and danger. I want to live right here between these pale thighs.
“Fuck, Varys,” she groans. “Right there. Eat that fucking pussy.”
Her words have my cock rock hard and pressing into the mattress. At this point, one thrust of my hips and I’d blow my load all over her silk sheets. I’ve never been with a woman who’s so controlling and uninhibited in the bedroom.
I listen to her though, and using only the tip of my tongue, I flick her clit up and down rapidly as I plunge three fingers into her tight hole.
“Fuck!” she screams as she explodes, squirting all over my face. I sigh as I lick her through her orgasm, her pussy rolling against my face.
When she stills, I move fast onto my knees, positioning my tip at her entrance and surge forward. I don’t let up; I pound into her with reckless abandon, and she takes every bit of it.
“Yes. Just like that. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants as I fuck her.
The rhythm between us is primal, an untamed dance that makes the lines between love and lust blur until they’re nonexistent. I’m lost in her, in the way she moves, in the way she calls my name like a spell.
In the heat of it all, something instinctual takes over. My horn, glowing faintly with a golden light, lowers as I thrust deeper into her. Without thinking, I stab it into her shoulder. The sound she makes—a mix of a gasp and a laugh—sends chills down my spine.
She shudders beneath me, her body tensing before a wave of pleasure overtakes her. I feel it too, the connection between us intensifying. I freeze, my toes curling as my heart pounds in my chest and I fill her with my cum.
“Oh, Varys,” she purrs, her voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re full of surprises.”
I pull back immediately, horrified by what I’ve just done. I may have just had the best fuck of my life and I lost it and stabbed her with my damn horn, of all things. She’s already healed, but there is a faint gold scar on her creamy skin where it happened. “I’m so sorry,” I stammer, my hands trembling as I touch her shoulder where my horn pierced her. “I don’t know what came over me…”
Before I can say more, a new voice fills the room, smooth and commanding. “I do.”
I turn sharply, my chest heaving as my gaze lands on the most terrifyingly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s tall and elegant, her dark hair cascading in perfect waves around a face that’s equal parts angelic and menacing. Her eyes… they burn with an inner fire that makes me want to bow and run at the same time.
Bellonna growls, staring at the intruder. “Lilith,” she says, her tone a mix of annoyance and reverence. “Did you have to come now and ruin my post-fuck high?”
Lilith smirks, unfazed by the disrespect. “Three hundred years, and you’re still as disrespectful as ever.” Her gaze shifts to me, and I feel like she’s looking straight into my soul.
“Lilith?” I whisper before being able to help it. “The queen of Hell?”
“Quiet, young unicorn,” she says, silencing the words forming on my lips. “The grown-ups are talking.”
Bellonna rolls her eyes, but says nothing as Lilith continues. “You’ve been marked, Bellonna. A mate marking.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “Mate?” I gasp, my voice barely audible.
Lilith holds up a hand to silence me again. “As I’ve told you before, Bellonna, you weren’t cursed to be alone. You made that up in that pretty little head of yours. But let me remind you… mates or not, you are still mine to wield when needed. Your mates can help or let you be, but you are still the blade of the devil.”
Bellonna sighs, her frustration evident. “I never thought differently. You can go now. I want to fuck my unicorn again.”
Lilith’s smirk deepens and with a wave of her hand, she vanishes, leaving behind only the faint scent of smoke and power.
I stare at Bellonna, my mind racing. “My mate?” I repeat, the words tasting foreign on my tongue. “I marked you? I didn’t know that was possible for a unicorn. I stabbed you.”
Bellonna shrugs, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “I liked it.”
Her nonchalance is too much. I pull out of her and get to my feet, heading to the bathroom. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions as I step into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over me. I’m upset, confused, and… aroused, damn it.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?