Chapter 14 #2
His eyes were turning black, and the room’s lights began to flicker, the doors all slamming shut so that it was just the six of them and us. The stupid asshole who had hit my butt paled and moved back in his seat.
I spoke softly. “Razar, we need to be here for a bit longer. Please don’t. It’s fine.”
“Arabella, I need you to move.” His voice was calm, but I could hear the underlying fury and tension.
“No.”
His eyes moved down to mine. “He hit you.”
“She liked it.”
Oh, these kids were literally so dumb. Holy crap.
I inhaled and went up on my toes. “It’s not worth it. You know it’s not—”
“What the hell is he going to do?” I knew that was the older man, but all of the guys seemed to agree, standing up as if they were going to fight Razar.
At least I could say I tried.
The room went completely black, all at once.
Ice ran across my skin as I felt Razar’s tendrils wrap around me and hold me so tight I couldn’t move. My eyes widened as I heard a blood-curdling scream break out through the room. A small sound left my throat at the realization of what was occurring as death reigned supreme.
Cries echoed, and the smell of blood filled the space as I heard splatters that I didn’t want to think too much on. I kept my eyes closed and pretended that the warm liquid that had splashed onto me was water… Until I couldn’t.
When the lights came back on, I was soaked in blood. Razar was as well, holding me in his arms as if nothing had happened. My heart stopped, realizing that he hadn’t just killed them… He had slaughtered them.
There was blood everywhere, and their bodies weren’t even bodies anymore. My gaze went up to him, but he refused to look at me.
“Razar.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Damian demanded, storming in.
Blackwell appeared next to him and examined the room, letting out a low whistle.
In a second or two, all my men were there, and I hated to say it, but most of them seemed impressed.
Zain was moving the bodies—or body parts—from around the table with his foot as Cy sat down in one of the booths across from us with Amun.
The latter had grabbed the fries that somehow weren’t covered in blood from their table.
The only one that seemed even slightly perturbed was Saint.
I watched in shock as the bastard shifted, shadows gathering around him as he turned into a black cloaked figure and a surge of power went through the room. The actual bodies were removed, but blood still soaked the space… I mean, at least that was something.
I would have gone to him, but Razar wasn’t letting me go. Which was fine, but he also wasn’t looking me in the eye, so to say it was frustrating was the understatement of the year.
“We need to get on the road, now,” Zain called out and looked towards the motel. “Let’s repack before anyone realizes what has happened.”
“The chef and waitress are knocked out!” Cy called, coming back out of the kitchen. “We should be good, they didn’t say anything.”
I stayed there with Razar as everyone filed out, distracted by our short turnaround time here. I turned into my night terror as he kept his gaze focused over me.
“Razar…”
“Don’t,” he murmured and then inhaled sharply. I felt my chest break as self-hatred welled in his eyes and he went to turn away. I instead turned him back and went up on my toes, slamming my lips against his. A low growl broke from his throat.
“Arabella.”
“No,” I demanded. “Stop being like this, Razar. I have zero issue with what just happened, I just didn’t want you or I to have to leave tonight. I could give a shit if you took their heads and put them on a spike. I’m not concerned about them—fuck them.”
“I am a fucking monster.”
“You are a nightmare, and the more you deny that side of yourself, the more you deny everything about this possible life together.”
His eyes darkened. “What?”
I finally blurted out what I was thinking. “How are we supposed to be together if you can’t accept the person I love?”
Razar had me flat and on my back at the table we’d just passed, covered in blood, as he gripped my jaw, his eyes turning black. “Are you saying you won’t be with me?”
“I’m saying we can’t be together if you don’t accept who you are.”
“You’re mine, Arabella.”
Oh man, I did not want to go into the feelings that evoked in me.
“How would I know that?” I demanded. “You act like you can’t touch me half the time. You hate almost every action you take around me, Razar. How am I suppose—”
A moan slipped from my mouth as he bit down hard on my neck, pulling my thighs to the edge of the table.
Despite my ridiculously orgasmic experience with Zain, my body suddenly felt shaky with need.
I was nearly positive that a not-so-small part of it was the savage display of violence I’d just experienced.
Razar looked at me and narrowed his eyes. “You are mine no matter what. You don’t get a choice.”
I smirked. “I don’t feel like yours.”
I had a feeling that would do it.
I whimpered as he fisted my hair and brought me up to kiss him, his other hand on the table behind me as he ground against my center.
I could feel how hard and worked up he was, every line of tension in his body only making me want to push him more.
I knew he would break eventually, I just had no idea what exactly would happen when he did.
I pushed against his chest and he stepped back, letting me stand. I had no idea what he expected, but when I tugged at his pants and went to kneel, a legitimate growl came from his throat.
Now, I had always known that Razar was big, but when I unbuckled his jeans and ran my hand up his thick length, I felt myself more than taken off guard by just how truly massive he was.
I grew wet between the thighs just thinking about him buried inside of me, and my hand wrapped around his length as he let out a low dangerous growl.
“Arabella.”
“Show me I’m yours.” I looked up at him as I circled my tongue around the tip of his hard length. The lights around us flickered as a thread of adrenaline spiked through me.
When the lights went off and I felt tendrils sneak into my hair to pull it away from my face, I opened my mouth further so that his impressive width could fit between my lips. My hands reached out to grip his hips as he slid the tip of his cock inside of my mouth.
I let out a sharp inhale as he slid all the way to the back of my throat at once, and I gagged.
I kept my eyes up, and in between flashes of flickering light, I could see the possessive way that Razar looked down at me.
I felt a vibration go through my body, and the harder he fucked my throat, the more wet I became, causing me to almost completely come the minute that his magic brushed over my wet heat.
Razar’s love was rough and dominant, and I absolutely loved it.
I surrendered to it and completely gave into the way he positioned my body.
I wanted him to take control. I wanted him to take what he and I had both always wanted.
Feeling him lose it in my mouth and his feral grunts of pure pleasure and satisfaction had me feeling so damn needy it was unreal.
As if he knew, his magic worked my clit and I let out a moan around his length, feeling my pussy contract with the need to feel something inside of me.
I had no idea what Saint had done to my body, but now I craved all of them so damn much compared to even before. I wanted all of them…maybe together.
“I am going to fucking come,” Razar grit out, my eyes watering from the pace he set. But instead of feeling overwhelmed by it, I felt free in my surrender.
When his tendrils wrapped around my thighs and pressed further against my hot, covered center, I rocked my hips, nearly riding the vine-like extension of Razar’s form. I moaned around his length when one of them flicked my clit, and I absolutely shattered.
Holy hell.
Razar finished inside of my throat, and when he pulled back and the lights flickered on, his cum trailed onto my bottom lip and leaked out of my mouth.
His jaw was tight with tension, and he immediately scooped me up and held me in his arms. Despite being covered in blood and cum, I was beyond happy.
I kept my eyes closed as we went back to the RV, tucking myself against this perfect man.
Razar
“What the hell is wrong with me?” I muttered, watching Arabella take a deep inhale and exhale, now in a deep sleep as I sat on the end of the bed, watching her.
After coming back to the RV, she took a shower and got ready for bed while the others packed. She’d been in an almost euphoric state and hadn’t bothered covering the light marks I’d left on her skin.
It was becoming harder to be upset about them when she seemed so thrilled over them.
Forever would the image of Arabella on her knees in front of me with my cum leaking out of her perfect fucking lips be imprinted on my mind.
“Nothing.”
I narrowed my eyes at Damian, who appeared in the doorway looking exhausted. “Nothing is wrong with you, Razar. It’s in your goddamn head, and it is going to fuck shit up between you and Arabella if you don’t cool it.”
Goddamnit.
“I keep hurting her.”
“Emotionally. You keep hurting her emotionally,” Damian clarified.
I knew that. I ran my hands over my short hair before standing up and walking out of the room.
I walked towards the front where Cy sat driving, his eyes ahead as he drove with the flawlessness that someone who was two hundred years old shouldn’t have had.
I sat down in the seat and waited for him to say something.
He didn’t.
“I don’t know what to do.”
Cy offered a small laugh. “That's bullshit, Razar. You are already doing it. You have been possessive over Arabella, like the rest of us since day one. You are just fighting it because you don’t know how to accept your nightmare side.”
I grunted.
“I get it,” Zain said from the couch behind. “My nightmare side and I are pretty much separate…because of all the shit from before.”
I nodded slowly and then focused on the road ahead. They were right. I had to give into my instinct. Arabella wasn’t asking me to fight it; I was the only one doing that, and it was pushing her away. If I wanted a future with her, then I had to give in.
I would give in.
What would a future with Arabella be like? A real one, not the imaginary ones I’d come up with when I thought that would never be a possibility.
The image that had played behind my eyes a million times before rolled up. The institute grounds, a massive house out back, and pink-haired children running through the house as I watched her get ready for the day.
I wanted that. I really fucking wanted that, even if it included these other bastards.
A thought occurred to me then. One that I knew the answer to, but had me realizing how serious everyone else was, because I had a feeling none of them asked…
“Saint. Blackwell. Zain.” All of them looked over at me. “Did you talk to Arabella about birth control?”
Cy let out a sharp sound from next to me as I watched several reactions go across all their faces. Zain’s eyes went wide and he paled slightly, Blackwell’s emotions were out the window, and Saint chuckled, sitting back and going back to reading whatever it was that had gained his attention.
“Is she on any?” Zain hedged and then winced, “I didn’t even consider that… I mean, I’ve never…” He ran a hand through his hair as Saint clapped his hand on his shoulder.
“Calm down, Zain. Pretty positive that with the exception of Amun and Cy, none of us have ever slept with anyone.”
“Not accurate.” Cy’s voice was louder and more clipped than usual. “I have never wanted to sleep with anyone until Arabella.”
Amun grunted but went back to staring out the window.
“If she isn’t on birth control, then we handle whatever comes our way.” Saint shrugged happily. “I think little Arabellas running around would be adorable.”
Blackwell was quiet, so I prompted him. “And what about you?”
He met my gaze, his emotions still hidden. “You really don’t want to know my thoughts right now.”
“No, I do.” I tilted my head, finding him amusing, especially considering who was now standing sleepily in the doorway.
“The concept of Arabella getting pregnant just makes me want to fuck her more.”
“Excuse me?” Arabella’s indignation had me smiling in satisfaction as Blackwell’s face filled with surprise, clearly not having sensed her.
Now this has the possibility of being fun.