Fifty--Eight
Someone is on me.
I’m on my back in a bed, every nerve feeling splintered and fried from my jump through the teleportation circles. The touch of their body, their movement against my hips is making me sick from the increasing pain. My eyes roll back in my head. My atoms weep. I almost lose consciousness again despite having just regained it.
I fight through the darkness, though, dragging my body kicking and screaming into the world of awareness. Because a woman’s body is riding mine, and I don’t know if it’ll be worse to find out if she’s a stranger.
Or my wife.
Her pussy grips my hard cock as she slides up and down my length. Her hands are on my chest, her fingers flat, and just from that, I know it’s her.
I shudder from the force of my warring emotions, the battlefield shaking underneath steel-toed feet. I’m relieved to feel her against me, to be beside her after months of being apart, but the fact that she’s gone straight to doing what Antonio wants breaks my fucking heart. She used to be such a fighter.
I’d hoped that once she realized I was here, she’d get a bit of that back. She would know that I had never given up on her. She’d understand that I had come here just so she wouldn’t be alone. And that would break through to her. Remind her that she is loved. That she has a life outside of this hel. A family who wants her home.
But her movements are frantic as well as robotic. What remains of her mind isn’t the Micha I know.
Fighting through the pain of my body and that truth, I open my eyes just as her pussy squeezes the tip of my cock. It jerks inside of her, remembering all too well what solace I found in her when buried to the hilt. Or when I had my tongue deep between her pussy lips.
But then I see the other person in the room.
Antonio is standing in front of the door, his eyes on her. His cock hard. His arms crossed.
“Sorry she doesn’t feel as tight as you remember,”
he says mockingly. She turns her head to him, so clearly desperate for his attention even as he insults her. “My boys got a little excited.” He smiles cruelly. “And she likes riding my cock almost as much as your whore of a mother did.”
I jerk up in bed, trying to get to him, but my shoulders barely come off the mattress before I drop back with a yell. Burning agony shoots up my arms, and I look over at my left one to see a dozen modified nails holding me down. There must be a thick piece of wood beneath the mattress.
I pant heavily as the pain in my arms throb like a mother fucker. He’s pierced both of my palms too so I can’t use my shadows. I expected him to cut them off when I leaped through the teleportation circle, so I try to tell myself this is a better outcome, but it’s fucking hard to do at the moment.
“You want to show him how well you take me, Micha?”
She blushes as she nods. “Please.”
My heart is stabbed through with its own set of nails. Disbelief. Shock. Horror. Fucking terror that I came to her too late.
“Micha,”
I rasp, but she doesn’t even acknowledge I’ve spoken. She just rides my cock rhythmically as she reaches a hand towards Antonio.
He starts to strip off his clothes piece by piece. With each bit he drops to the floor, my heart races harder. He pops a Rick, and his cock changes, becoming tongue-like but long and fat and splitting an inch at the tip.
This can’t be happening. My little monster… wanting the monster who killed our child.
“Micha!”
I yell, trying to get through to her. “He killed our daughter. He –”
“No!”
she screams as she slaps me on the chest with both hands. Then she reaches up to hit me in the face. “Your bitch of a mother killed her! She set me up as a patsy!”
“He –”
“She blamed me for tearing the ward down.”
“He did that!”
“He didn’t blame me! He didn’t lie about me! He’s just trying to save his mate because Sau killed her and their babies. Three of them, Varius! She killed all three of them and then forced him to eat them!”
She smacks me again. No longer fucking me. No longer able to focus on anything other than her grief and the lies he’s fed her.
“And I screamed for her! I begged her to help me, but she never came! She didn’t even wait for me to get down to the basement. I bet she wanted either Antonio to kill me or her monsters to, but he didn’t!”
Her mouth drops open as if she has just now come to this conclusion. I want to be optimistic that that means he’s only just started digging his claws into her and rewriting her memories with his lies.
But that optimism only feels like foolishness.
Early stages or not, she is clearly convinced of his purity.
“He saved me!”
she shouts. “He saved me. He only hurt me because he didn’t know me. But you already knew me then, and what did you do!”
My guilt strikes me mute.
“You tortured me! You raped me! I don’t have my eyes because of you! I don’t have my magic because of you! I couldn’t save myself because of you! I couldn’t –”
Her voice cracks, killing me, especially so because I know what she’s about to say. “Couldn’t save her.”
Her face twists up like she’s about to cry. I try to say something, but Antonio cuts in to comfort her before I can.
“Pull on your fury, Micha. Not your pain. Your pain does nothing but make you weak.”
She swallows hard as she turns her head towards him. He walks over, and I try to rise again. Try to intercept him before he can get to her, but the nails are too fucking deep. At least one of them has gone through bone, and I’m forced to lie here and watch him touch her.
He cups her cheek, and she leans into him.
“Your grief doesn’t make you weak, Micha,”
I say, but her attention isn’t on me.
It’s on him.
“You want him to be hurt for what he’s done to you?”
She nods, and he slips his hand into her short black hair. “Then suck my cock while you make him come.”
I roar, struggling against the nails. The smell of my blood seeping down my arms pulls at the heart of my Craving. I haven’t fed since Aleric broke my jaw and forced me to that first day she was taken. I try to fight the hunger, recalling how I hurt her, how I scarred her the last time I let it take me in her presence.
Remember how she cut my mark from her willingly.
Fear how it might push her further into his arms if I let it out now.
But she’s leaning over to suck his Rick-changed cock as her pussy starts bouncing on mine again. She kisses his tip, then licks her way down it as she holds on to his hip with her hand. His tongue-like dick “kisses”
her, and she moans as she fucks me harder. Her cries become muffled as she takes him deeper.
Deeper.
Until I can see the bulge at her throat as she swallows around his tip. His fingers tighten in her hair, but he doesn’t guide her where he wants her. She does that all herself. She bobs up and down his dick, sucking him off, and the agony of watching them is barely matched by the pain running up my arms and chest. With everything hurting, I’m struggling to stay in control.
She moans around his cock, and the primal beast inside me rises closer to the surface. Then all I am pinpoints into two basic instincts as the Craving rips free:
Hunger.
And sex.
With a roar, I jerk my hips up into her. Her lips pop off his cock as she shouts in pleasure and surprise. Pride rips through me as her pussy squeezes me. I want to wrap my arms around her tight little body and fuck her hard and fast, so I start straining against the nails.
The pain is intense, but my hunger for her is more so. Antonio fists her hair and guides her mouth back on him. I roar in fury.
That’s my fucking wife!
She places her hands on my chest, her fingers flat, and that simple action calms me a little, piercing through the utter mindlessness of the Craving.
But it doesn’t stop me from trying to tear free and take her just for myself.
He pulls her down hard onto his cock. Her nose presses into his muscled stomach. She moans around his dick as she squeezes mine. Her pussy feels so godsdamn fucking good that I come too.
“Don’t swallow,”
he commands, angering me enough to push me off the high of my orgasm. “Kiss him and let him taste who you belong to.”
Micha pops off both our cocks as she crawls up me with puffed out cheeks. I growl, wanting her bouncing her tight little pussy back on me, but she ignores me, only listening to him.
I strain against the nails, ripping them through my flesh and bone. My left arm gets free, the one furthest away from the fucker I’m going to kill, but her lips are on me now, and she’s spitting his cum into my mouth. It tastes of cocoa with a tinge of salt.
I try to spit it out, but her tongue is inside me, sweeping it around my mouth, and I am consumed with the need to kiss her. To make love to her. To sink my fangs into her neck and make her mine.
My fingers are useless on my left arm. The nails have ripped through too much, but I wrap my whole arm around her, pinning her to my chest. I turn my head and nudge hers to the side. Then I lean up and bite her at the base of her throat.
She cries out as her hands press down on my shoulders. I suckle her skin, drink down her blood as it squirts into me. Growling, I hold her tighter, the pain of my injuries ignored under the pleasure of her body.
Of the taste of her.
Of marking her as fucking mine.
As the haze of the Craving starts to wane now that it’s been fed, I pull my fangs out of her neck and bite my tongue hard enough to bleed. I press it against her wounds, pushing my blood into her. The payment for the bond between us.
She cries out against me as it snaps into place, tying us together in a way he can never touch. I lick her neck, giving her more. I pray she can feel all my love for her now, that it makes her come back to me.
But instead of falling into my arms, she shoves away and stumbles to her feet. Tears streak down her face.
“I hate you!”
she screams as she runs from the room, and I can feel the truth of that so damn hard.
The blood bond hurts.
I try to sit up to go after her, but my body crumbles from exhaustion. My right arm’s still pinned to the bed, and the crash from the Craving hits like a fucking truck. I fight it as much as I can, but my eyes close, and all I’m left with is the nightmare of having lost my wife.