Their Vengeance: Siren's Revenge Book Two

6. Lukas

Fyodor”s Rules #26 - Never be afraid to ask family for help when you truly need it.

You would think, if Yana knew anything about me, she would not goad me. Or maybe she knew exactly what to do to get what she wanted. Either way, this was happening. Was it how I had imagined things going? Not at all, but somehow, this was more like us.

It had never only been the two of us. I knew I was being a little emotionally clingy, but it felt like I was finally coming out of a decade of numbness. If I was being honest with myself, I didn”t know how to deal with it. Having Alexei along for the ride would help. Probably. It would make things bloody if nothing else, and that usually meant more interesting.

I didn”t loosen my grip on her throat as I stood and pulled her to her feet. It was tempting to lift her into the air. To let her toes drag on the ground and show her just how helpless she was. But there would be time for that later. Better to leave her with an illusion, she had some control in this situation.

I sent Demon to guide Alexei to the basement. I had been serious about taking her there. It had been the first place I had seen her again and confirmed she was still alive. So what better place to reaffirm she was ours? Her hand wrapped around my wrist, but I didn”t care how much training she”d had with Fyodor. There was no way she would get me to loosen my grip.

This wasn”t the most comfortable way to walk, so I didn’t. We only passed through Hell for a moment. I could have picked any of the realms, but I wanted her to know she was in trouble. The jump and the difference between the realms was enough to carry us into the elevator. Alexei was waiting there, holding the door open with a smirk on his face. He watched on as I pressed Yana back against the wall. My whole body pressed against hers, and my fingers now loosened enough for her to speak and draw breath if she chose. However, the threat of losing those privileges remained.

“You seem to have gotten him all riled up, pchelka. Are you sure it was the wisest course of action?” Alexei”s voice dripped like rich honey, but his amusement was clear by the look on his face. His smirk wasn”t as manic as his eyes, though. He gazed at her hungrily. A look I knew all too well because I was wearing its twin. He had a knife in his hand, and tossed it up and down casually, as though we weren”t on our way to his little torture dungeon. Like this was a regular elevator ride and not a sexually charged box set to explode at any moment.

Yana opened her mouth to speak.

Before she could utter a word Alexei stood beside me, his knife pressed against her tongue as he pushed his body against mine. “I want you to think carefully before you speak, pchelka. If you use your powers. I am going to make you wish you didn”t have a tongue. If we”re doing this, you are going to be a good girl, and take everything you”re given.”

I could see the conflict in her eyes. A desperate need to cling to control, which we all had inherited. Pasha was the only one of us who was any good at giving it up. Nikolai and I were probably the worst. Alexei did whatever he liked as the mood took him, and that included submitting to people on the very rare occasion. But then Yana nodded and her tongue curled slightly around the blade, blood welling around steel. I couldn”t hold back my groan, grinding my hard cock against her. Submission had always been a weakness of mine, and seeing it come from Yana was stronger than any aphrodisiac I could have taken.

“I can take anything you two can dish out.” Her voice was soft, a mere whisper, the cut on her tongue made her lisp just a little. But there was a steel core to her words. An unshakable confidence which said she really could take anything we could dish out.

And she had already proven she could take a lot. Alexei hadn”t gone gentle on her. He”d had no reason to, unsure of who she was and with a goal to get information out of her. Even though she”d clearly been in pain, she hadn”t folded nor given in. I wasn”t sure she even knew how.

The elevator ride came to a halt, cutting off anything Alexei and I could have said in response. My fingers once again dug into the skin of her throat. I could already see where she would bruise. Blood now stained her teeth red and welled across her lower lip before dripping down. It blended so well with the blood which had been smeared across her face earlier. I wasn”t sure I’d ever seen anything more beautiful.

I kept her on her toes for the walk to Alexei”s dungeon. Seeing her straining and trying not to fall was getting to Alexei as much as it was to me. Although we were enjoying it for different reasons. It was part of why I had picked him for this. Pasha would have been the obvious choice, but he really needed to sleep. And Nikolai could become difficult to manage when blood got involved. He knew better than to get too possessive, but things could become a little too centered on his bloodlust for my liking. Sometimes that was fine, but this moment wasn”t about him, it was about Yana and showing her what she was in for, being here with us.

I”d never brought a woman down here, though Alexei and I had shared partners before. My craving for submission and his sadism were an excellent combination. But it had always been upstairs. In fact, I wasn”t sure if Alexei had ever done anything down here. But given the way he treated corpses, I wasn”t sure I wanted to know. There were some things about my adopted siblings I was happy to stay blissfully unaware of, even if we had fucked before.

The room was a blank slate when we stepped inside. Alexei liked to prepare for each new arrival personally, and I hadn”t given him any warning. That didn”t deter him, and he was already ahead of me, affixing a chain to a winch in the ceiling and attaching a pair of manacles.

“Bring her over here.” He was all business. Though business Alexei wasn”t a serious man—manic, dangerous, unhinged, yes—but he always had a smile on his face when he worked.

“See that, cariad?” I used my grip on her throat to turn her head, forcing her to look at the chains. “How many times do you think Alexei has imagined this? Especially since I took you from him while he was in the middle of working. He already knows exactly what he wants to do with you. You”re going to look so pretty, chained up for us.”

“I had a pretty wonderful picture of it when she was down here earlier today.” The drawled comment from Alexei as I urged Yana into position was a curious one. It explained the blood that was smeared across her face and had been dripped down her chest. No one got out of here without a little blood loss.

Or a lot of blood loss.

Alexei had her hands up and secured in the manacles with a speed that surprised me, even though it shouldn”t. He was used to dealing with people who resisted, after all. I took a step back but didn’t let go of her throat. I wanted to have a little space to appreciate how she looked. The blood around her mouth was dry again, and her tongue no longer bled. Though when she flashed a grin, it was still with bloody teeth.

“Is this the worst you can do, Luka? A little light bleeding and some chains?” Her tone was as aggravating as before. It was like she wanted me to hurt her, maybe even needed it.

It had been a while since I”d had to deal with someone being such a brat, but I didn”t shy away. My fingers dug into the sides of her throat, pressing on the blood vessels beating underneath the thin layer of skin. I watched as her face turned pink. Her hands clenched into fists as she forced her body to be still, even as her instincts screamed at her to struggle and fight.

“Do you want me to hurt you, cariad? That”s more Alexei”s thing than mine. Why don”t I let him take over?” I let go of her throat as I spoke, stepping to her side, out of her line of sight. She tried to turn to face me, but a quick slap to her ass had her back in position.

The knife Alexei had been flipping was back in his hand as I stepped completely behind her. His eyes went from me to a rope on the counter, and then to her leg. It was an easy message to interpret. While I busied myself unwinding some rope, the green cotton soft against my palms, Alexei stepped into Yana”s personal space.

“You always were a brat, weren”t you pchelka? You just couldn’t help yourself. You always pushed at the boundaries to see what you could get away with. I’m glad you haven”t grown out of it.” As he spoke, he sliced through her clothes as though they were made of paper. I could see the annoyance in her eyes, having just gotten them back, but we could always get them replaced.

“We both know you don”t have any boundaries, Lexi.” Her words faded out to a whimper as Alexei cut through the waistband of her pants, slicing into the skin of her hipbone just enough to bring the smell of her blood back into the air, like a spray of saltwater hitting the rocks. He could have just undone the buttons—her legs weren”t restrained yet—but they both seemed to enjoy this, so I didn”t say anything.

Once the scraps of her pants were on the floor, the remnants of her leather suspenders pooled on top of them, I moved back in closer to her. The skin of her legs was so pale and flawless. I could already imagine the red marks the rope would leave as I kneeled in front of her. Leaving the black lace of her panties in place, I started to wrap the rope around one of her thighs, each loop snuggled up beside its neighbor. Once it was secured, I lifted her foot and forced her to bend her leg until her bent knee joint rested on my shoulder.

Supporting her weight, it was simple work to wrap the loops around her thigh and her calf, binding the two together so she couldn”t straighten her leg. I left the red-soled shoe strapped to her foot, liking the way it kept her muscles flexed slightly, even when it didn”t bear her weight.

“You look good in bondage, cariad. Perhaps this is how we should have kept you the last few days. Maybe you would have been a more agreeable prisoner.” The heat in her glare told me it wasn”t true, and I believed her. She may not have trusted us completely, and I couldn”t blame her, but she would have tried to kill us if we had attempted this with her before she was ready.

Some things were worth waiting for.

Rising to my feet, I let her knee slide off my shoulder, but I didn”t let her lower it too far. My palm cupped her calf, still helping her support her weight. Once I had straightened completely, I took the tail ends of the rope, tying them to the chain above the manacle holding her wrist. Shortening the slack, I brought her knee up beside her chest, opening her body up to anything we could imagine.

Once all the knots were tied, I checked the bonds to make sure they weren”t too tight. I then set one of my knives down on a bench where we could all see it, just in case.

“Red if it gets too tight, or if you go numb, cariad.” When she didn”t answer, my fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Do you want me to stop, Yana?” My fingers dug in more when she tried to shake her head, squeezing until her lips parted in a gasp of pain.

“Red if I go numb, Luka.” Content that she understood, I let her go, stepping back again now she had submitted.

Her constant pushing made me feel like I was going to burst out of my skin at any moment. It was how I felt in the depths of a Hunt, and the need to pin her, to show her she couldn”t escape me, was getting stronger by the second.

Alexei was leaning against a bench, watching it all. As I stepped back, he came forward, placing one arm around my waist and his head leaned against my shoulder as he trailed his knife up and down my forearm. “You really are so good with knots. It”s a shame you don”t put that skill to use more often.”

I scoffed and pushed him away from me. “You say that like you would ever let me tie you up.”

The flash of teeth from him told me he knew exactly what I was talking about. Alexei was hard to put into a box. He wasn”t really a switch, and he didn”t crave being topped like Pasha. Most of the time, I was sure he enjoyed mixing things up to put people off balance. Like he didn”t want anyone to label him as anything other than unstable.

The chain rattled, and Yana glared at both of us. “Should I leave you two alone? Do you want the room to yourselves?” Her jealousy was clear in the bratty tone of her voice. Again, I felt an itch under my skin to have her on her knees, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes as she begged me for forgiveness. Or to have my teeth in her throat as I held her down and forced her submission from her with every thrust of my body into hers.

It was a good thing I wasn”t a shifter.

Luckily, Alexei was the one who stepped in, as it saved me from snapping at her. I didn”t want to bring our fun little game to a premature end. His knife slid through the straps of her bra before he tossed the expensive-looking scraps of silk and lace aside, her panties meeting the same fate. “Jealous, pchelka? Really? If you want our attention, maybe you should try begging, hmm?”

As much as I craved Yana”s submission, begging wasn”t something I could imagine her doing.

It was an opinion she clearly shared, and she glared at Alexei. I couldn”t help but admire her poise. She let the rope and the manacles hold her up, not wobbling even slightly on her stiletto. He trailed the knife over her skin, teasing her. There wasn”t enough pressure to cut her skin, though I could see her trying to lean into the blade.

“I think she likes that.”

He smirked over his shoulder as I spoke and dug the blade in a little deeper as he ran it over her collarbone, causing a couple of beads of blood to drip down.

“Why don”t you come over here and see how wet she is?” His tone teased, but also invited.

There was nothing stopping me, so I moved behind her and pressed into her back. I took care not to unbalance her, not wanting to put any additional strain on her wrists. My hand slid across her hip, around her body, and between her spread thighs.

Fuck, she was soaked. Maybe this wasn”t just some spur-of-the-moment teasing for her. She clearly wanted both of us. And enjoyed what we were doing to her.

I took advantage of our positions, my hand lingered there as my fingers circled her clit before it slid down further. The heel of my hand then pressed against the sensitive little button while I slid two fingers into her tight heat. The way she moaned had me burying my face against her neck. Wanting to keep my groan in check, I pressed a kiss there, taking the moment to compose myself while my fingers thrust in and out.

Alexei wasn”t a passive observer. Still teasing her with his knife, he pressed down, and a line of red appeared between her breasts, following the path of the blade. But it wasn”t there for long, as his tongue made quick work cleaning it and his weight pressed her body back against mine. I cupped her bound leg with my empty hand, not wanting her to fall.

Yana”s head had fallen back against my shoulder, giving me a delightful view of her breasts and the top of Alexei”s head. Her neck, stretched as it was, begged for my attention. And I gave in, kissing and biting, leaving my dark marks behind. Her hands had wrapped around the chains above the manacles, gripping them tightly. I wouldn”t be surprised to find those chains, and being pressed between Alexei and I, were the only things now keeping her on her feet.

The hilt of Alexei”s knife grazed against my fingers as he dropped to his knees in front of Yana. He was still chasing the blade and her dripping blood with his tongue. The same tongue, which seconds later was swirling across the back of my hand, before trying to fight me for a place inside Yana”s pussy. I wasn”t so willing to give it up, instead pressing my fingers deeper, grinding her clit as I did. Her hips were visibly rocking now, and Alexei helped her place her unbound leg over his shoulder. It supported her weight, but also meant she couldn”t do anything but take everything we gave her. And she took it like a goddess, accepting the worship she was due.

Neither of us stopped until she was a trembling mess between us. Alexei had discarded the knife at some point. Although looking down at him, I watched as he searched again through his pockets. He hadn”t stopped the eager movements of his tongue, so I was confused until I saw the small bottle of lube he had freed from where he’d hidden it in his jeans.

He always was prepared for anything that might happen in this room.

Since his hands were free, he had no problem flicking the bottle open, and covering his fingers in the dripping viscous liquid as we kept Yana distracted. She really was at our whim, so it wasn”t hard to angle her up slightly for him. The back of his hand grazed the front of my trousers before cupping her ass.

Fucking tease! He could be worse than Pasha sometimes.

Even if I hadn”t been pressed against Yana with my fingers deep inside of her pussy, I would have been able to tell when Alexei started teasing her ass with his finger. It was like she had been shocked by a live wire. Her hips bucked sharply as she gasped. It was followed by the neediest, most desperate little whimper I had ever heard from someone who wasn”t begging for their life to be spared. I couldn”t keep myself from chuckling against the skin of her throat.

“Seems like a knife against her skin isn”t the only thing she loves.”

Alexei glanced up at me as I spoke. His tongue curled around my fingers as smugness radiated from his eyes, and I could feel his finger slipping deeper into her ass.

“Stop talking about me like I”m not fucking here!” There wasn”t any actual heat to Yana”s protest. She was too busy grinding her cunt against my hand and Alexei”s face. Unashamedly, she chased her release, and I wanted it. I wanted to see her fall apart between us. Wanted to hear her moans, her words, and her pants. It had been too long, and my memories weren”t as crisp as they were when I was younger. I wanted something fresh to imagine the next time I was patrolling our territory. Or when I was lying in bed. Hell, even when I was riding down the road. This image would not be leaving my mind soon.

Needing to push her over the edge, I sank a third finger into her tight, grasping cunt as Alexei eased a second finger into her ass. Yana’s back arched, her hips grinding against Alexei”s chin as he kept thrusting his tongue in between and around my fingers. The sensation was too much, and Yana came with a scream, tugging on the chains which kept her hands bound. Russian poured from her lips as Alexei and I didn”t ease up.

Why the fuck would we ease up when seeing her like this was so hot?

Soon enough, her eager, bucking hips struggled to get free. Alexei may have been the sadist of the two of us but seeing her overwhelmed, unable to do anything as sensations overwhelmed her and sensitivity turned pleasure into pain, hit all my buttons too. I was reluctant to let her down, but I knew things were far from over. I also knew Alexei wouldn”t be the one to let up first, so I gently eased my fingers out of her pussy and slid my soaked hand up to support her hip.

Alexei took this as an invitation to leave his mark on her, his lips closing around her clit as he sucked hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. A guttural, almost keening sound left Yana”s lips. Her thigh strained against the rope, desperate to clasp around his head. Her own head thrashed back and forth as it leaned against my shoulder, and after a moment, he released her. Yana lay limp against me, as she panted for breath.

Alexei, ever the smug bastard, popped up to his feet, his fingers free of her ass. He pulled me in for a kiss, Yana”s spent body pressed between us. It wasn”t a gentle kiss. Nothing with him ever was. It was all teeth and claiming, and both of us were bloody before it was done.

Just as quickly as the kiss started, it stopped. Next he gripped Yana”s chin in his fingers, forcing her to look at him, to focus on something that wasn”t the sensations which had overwhelmed her. “Now, pchelka. It”s time to fuck you. Let”s see if we can really make you scream, hmm?”

The eager nod she gave, even though he was holding her tightly, made me smirk.

Alexei pressed a bloody kiss to her forehead before looking at me. His eyebrow raised before he glanced down, then again at me with his eyebrow raised in question. I knew him well enough to know what he was asking, and there was no way in hell I was moving. Instead, I lowered my eyes from his, going back to kissing Yana”s neck, my fingers gripping her hips tightly to make sure she didn”t fall.

“How is your leg, cariad?” I had kissed my way up to her ear, and my voice was soft. Checking in was important, especially with her being in a post-orgasmic bliss. She wouldn”t think about whether her toes were tingling because of a lack of blood. Her nod wasn”t enough for me, and I took a moment to check her toes, but they were still their usual color, and I could still fit two fingers under the ropes without a struggle.

Alexei had been watching me, and once he knew he had the all clear, his hands slid over mine, cupping Yana”s ass and lifting her up, encouraging her to wrap her free leg around his waist. There wasn”t any warning before she cried out in surprise, her back arching as her head snapped up off my shoulder.

“Fuck, Lexi ... just like that.” Her moan made my skin itch again.

Alexei clearly wasn”t wasting time. I felt him thrust into her, rocking her against my chest. A stern look and a snap of my teeth in his face and he stilled, and it was a good thing too. I was too on edge to fight. I shifted Yana’s weight forwards, pressing her against Alexei and adjusted her to where I needed her to be.

Surprisingly thoughtful, Alexei let go of one side of her ass for a moment and shoved the bottle of lube at me. I wasn”t sure how he had held onto it through all this. He was always a few moves ahead; it was part of what made him such a good interrogator. Taking it, I had to juggle it between my hands as I undid my trousers.

I probably should have stripped a little earlier, but I had been distracted by the restrained, naked Siren that was currently moaning wantonly while my brother rocked her hips against him, forcing her to take every inch of his cock. Although somehow, he had stripped off his shirt and some of her blood now speckled his chest.

Stroking my cock with a lube-slicked hand, I took a couple of seconds to watch the two of them. Alexei had a hungry look on his face, and his fingers dug into Yana”s skin as he controlled her movements. She was letting him. She didn”t fight, instead she moved with him. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her lips against his throat, panted breaths brushing his skin. It was beautiful, primal, and I couldn”t wait to see more of it.

But that wouldn”t keep me from participating.

Wrapping my hand around her bound leg again, I stilled Yana”s rocking. The head of my cock was already pressed against her slightly loosened bud as I bit my lip to repress a growl of claiming. I still couldn”t believe that she was here. She wasn”t just here. She was alive—so alive, and naked—and I was about to be inside her for the first time in over a decade.

My first thrust wasn”t as deep or as sudden as Alexei”s. Not just because I wasn”t a sadist. My fingers dug into the rope around Yana”s thigh as I sank a couple of inches into her tight ass, then rocked a little, easing my way deeper. Her panting was full of whimpers and moans, her hips trying to rock, to move herself more. Even though both Alexei and I tried to hold her still.

No longer needing my hand to hold my cock, I slapped her ass hard.

“Stay still, cariad. You”re going to hurt your shoulders, moving around like that. Be still and let us fuck you. We know what you need,” I teased her. There was enough slack in the chain that she wasn”t at risk of injury. I still rocked my hips against her ass, sinking a little deeper with each forward thrust. But I meant what I said, we knew what she needed. Alexei moved in tandem with me now. It was easy to fall into a rhythm together. When he thrust forward, I pulled back, we made sure Yana always had a cock in her needy, clenching holes.

“Take her weight, Lukas.” Alexei snapped out an order, his teeth gritted even though I knew he wasn”t in pain. Though I knew from the look in his eyes Yana was about to be. I trusted him. Trusted him to know what she needed, to know how much she could take.

My hands shifted down beside his, cupping her ass, holding her weight up slightly to keep the chain from tugging on her shoulders.

Alexei had one hand between their bodies, pinching and rubbing her clit. Each time he pinched her, I could feel her tighten around my cock. Fuck, it felt good. It wasn”t the only thing he was doing to her, though. Trust Alexei to overwhelm the senses of someone he was fucking, similar to how he would overwhelm someone he was torturing.

His other hand was cupping her breast, fingers rolling her nipple, while he sucked on the opposite side. He hit her with pleasure from multiple angles and it was clearly rolling through her. Her head was thrown back against my shoulder, and her need and want reverberated with each moan, like the sound of her voice went straight to my cock.

Sirens—they really were incredible.

My hips were pressed up against her ass now, my cock buried deep inside her. I wasn”t just rocking a few inches in and out anymore. That wasn”t enough for me. I pulled out about halfway each time, before thrusting back in hard enough to rattle the chains. My skin itched again, the feeling of The Hunt riding me the same way I was riding Yana. I chased after it, slamming in harder and harder, Alexei speeding up to match the pace I set.

Yana”s thighs were shaking, her moans rising to cries. A cruel twist of Alexei”s fingers, and she was lost to pleasure, a litany of Russian curses spilling from her before she ran out of breath. She gasped deeply to gain it back. We wouldn”t let her though, both of us slammed into her at the same time now, rather than alternating.

“So fucking full. Fill me, fuck, fill me.” I wasn”t sure she knew what she begged for. But right now, I also didn”t care. My teeth ground together as I landed my last few punishing thrusts, groaning into her throat as I bit down. Alexei was right behind me, both of us coming, pushing into Yana, filling her as deeply as we could.

It only took a moment before we were all panting and shuddering against each other. A miasma of pleasure, like a haze over our senses. Alexei pressed a knife into one of my hands, and I cut through two rope loops, and the entire coil fell to the floor in a heap, letting Yana stretch.

Or it would have—if she could move her legs.

We were going to have to carry her up the stairs. Alexei was going to be lucky if he didn”t have to carry me up the stairs, too.