Chapter 6
I had to throw myself into an empty room to avoid Olivia and Trevor as they wandered down the halls, hand-in-hand. Based on their murmurings, they were heading to the kitchen, too.
As I pressed my back against the wall, I decided against foraging for food right now. My body was definitely hungry for something… else.
I waited until their voices had dissipated before I peeked out to see if I was alone again.
Because no way was I going to let them see what kind of state I was in. Olivia would have freaked out with concern and Trevor would know exactly what was going on.
And then he would tell her in frank terms, and embarrass me to no end.
My best friend so did not need to know that I had a metaphorical hard on for my mates right now.
Trevor was a demigod and fluent in the needs of supernaturals when it came to sex and “magical nutrition.” Something was off with me, and my body was trying to compensate by drawing from the purest form of energy available in the cosmos.
Sexual acts between mates produced immense power—something I had learned thanks to Orion’s Succubi Studies. It was much stronger than the typical one-night-stand type of lust that succubi and incubi were known to feed off of.
A supernatural didn’t have to be a succubus to draw on those energies. Even if I was part-succubus, I was also mate-bonded to powerful supernaturals.
And something traumatic had happened to me. My magic was muted. Hell was drawing my energy to keep its entire realm alive and leaving the tap on my magical resources with no reprieve.
I was definitely feeling the effects from that. There was only one place I was going to fill my reserves, and that was from my mates.
Even if I could logically understand what was happening to me, I still sensed the cold weight of fear tugging at my insides.
What if there was something else going on with me?
What if the deaths of two of my mates was impacting me in ways that none of us could have foreseen?
What if it really was a false hope that Balthazar could help me get them back and I was slowly being pulled apart by the cosmos for failing them? I’d died once. Perhaps I’d only come back because my mates had still been alive.
Without Dante or Hendrik, maybe… I wasn’t worthy anymore.
Maybe I was the one dying.
Even if I deserved that, I had vowed not to put my mates through that again.
Orion. Azrael. Samael. Cole. Logan. Kaito.
They were still here. They still needed me.
Pain twisted in my gut and made me hiss.
I can’t just let this happen!
My thoughts turned frantic and I found myself running through the halls in search of Kaito. When I reached the office I’d last seen him, the door was closed.
I twisted the knob, then frowned when it resisted me.
The door had been open before. Why would he lock it now?
What was he doing in there?
Glancing up, I stood on my tiptoes and ran my fingers over the molding.
Victory made my heart pound when I found a key. This was my father’s house and something inside of me remembered how things worked here.
Doors were never really locked. Not in Derek’s domain.
Shoving the key into the lock, I quietly twisted it and then peeked inside.
The room was dark, but I spotted a soft glow in the back corner.
From what I could tell, nothing else about the room had changed. The map with splotchy paint was still spread out on the floor and everything else seemed to be in order.
Easing into the room, I gently closed the door behind me, trying my best to keep as quiet as possible. The mechanism did make a small click. I paused, and Kaito didn’t appear.
Either he hadn’t heard me, or something else was going on.
Fear tangled like a net around my heart and squeezed. I was so out of my element right now.
I didn’t have my magic or my supernatural senses. My wings hung like heavy weights at my back, just as useless as I was in my weakened state, and it took all of my concentration to use my back muscles to lift them enough not to drag the floor and give me away.
A pained groan sounded across the room and I froze.
Was Kaito in trouble?
He and Balthazar hadn’t seemed to get along.
And Olivia had mentioned that there were consequences for breaking my father’s rules.
Maybe Kaito had overstepped somehow and he was being tortured.
Glancing around for a weapon, I found a cold iron poker for a fireplace propped up by a bookshelf. I silently wrapped my fingers around it and brandished it while my heart pounded against my chest.
I was an adept fighter, but I imagined I didn’t look like a formidable opponent right now wearing only a half-shredded male’s shirt and my towel-dried hair frizzed around my shoulders.
Another pained noise sounded, making me flinch.
It didn’t matter if I wasn’t equipped to fight off one of my father’s guards right now—or even Balthazar.
Kaito deserved my help in whatever form I could give it.
Grinding my teeth together and setting my jaw, I quietly pattered through the large office toward the glow in the back.
My view was blocked by a jutting bookshelf that housed the only dim light illuminating the room, like a little reading cubby which would make a great spot to torture my mentor without anyone immediately seeing it.
Another sound of pain, this time a long, low groan cemented my decision.
Building my courage, I put all my energy into my legs as I rushed around the corner and roared with all of my might.
I held up the iron bar ready to strike and screamed my war cry.
“Stop hurting him immediately you assho—”
I froze when I realized the sounds of pain had been coming from a television set displaying Kaito and Azrael.
And they were very… very naked.
And engaged in a tangle of bodies that had evolved from torture to Kaito pounding Azra’s ass.
Kaito himself was watching the recording and now stared up at me with wide eyes filled with shock.
As he held his iron-hard dick in one fist.
And had his balls cupped with the other.
“I-I… um…” I stammered, unable to remember how to form words anymore.
Because I’d just walked in on Kaito getting himself off.
To a video of him and Azra having rough, nasty sex.
Oh gods.