8. Valen
Chapter eight
Valen
The guy walks up the long drive with a bouquet of roses in his hands. He looks like he’d break in a stiff wind. It’s been a few weeks since Lia called it quits. There’s been no retaliation, just silence, and it’s been driving me crazy, and now this!
I surge up and start marching along the porch, keeping this pussy in view. With a snarl, I rip my top off, and throw it in the direction of the mansion. I’ll intimidate him all right.
“Are you seeing this?” I breathe in pure, unadulterated fury as I pass Mills.
He stands up, and I know exactly when he spots the guy because Mills goes completely and utterly still, and the air crackles with his violent intentions.
“She’s going on a date.”
I whip my head around. “Over my dead body.”
“It’s- we can’t, we have to let her-”
I shove Mills hard against the side of the house, a knife already in my hands. “No one touches her. No fucking one but us.”
I shove him hard and run for it. I need to get to this punk ass pussy before he reaches the house. He’s not going in! He’s not seeing her.
“Valen!”
I ignore Ianto and keep moving, hiding behind bushes and trees as I get closer. Last thing I want is this guy sneaking into the house and hiding behind her for protection. I bet he’s just the kind of pussy who would do that.
I pounce on him. He’s thin and wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He didn’t even bother dressing up for my girl. I put a hand over his mouth and poke him with my knife, not enough to cut but enough to make him aware of it, then I drag him back and out of sight of the front of the house.
“What are you doing, brother?” Ianto asks in exasperation.
“No one touches, Lia,” I growl. I don’t even care about the psychotic possession in my voice. Not having Lia is Zaden’s thing. I’m in Team Make Her Mine!
Ranger pushes past Ianto and grabs this pussy’s kicking feet. “Agreed. No one touches Lia. I can’t believe she actually did it.”
The guy struggles and shouts against my hand, but we just carry him faster. I look back, but Mills has vanished. My victim lets out a shriek, and I punch him in the face. It was just a little love tap, but Romeo here goes still, staring up at me with wounded, terrified eyes.
I hear Mills chatting to Lia and smirk. Some sweet eyes from Mills will make her forget all about this pussy and her ridiculous idea of dating. This is bullshit.
We stop, and Ranger throws me some ropes. I set about hogtying him. Once he’s trussed tight, I stand up and feel the panic and rage ease out of me.
“Lia isn’t available to date,” I say and show him my knife.
He says something, but the gag is so firmly in his mouth that it just comes out jumbled.
I should let her go. I know Zaden says we have to, but I can’t. Lia is where my happy is. She’s all that stops me from turning into a hard, merciless killer.
I was heading down a dark place when we moved here. All I could feel was anger and rage. All that made me happy was making people hurt and hurting those who tried to hurt my family.
And then she flounced into Zaden’s office, her eyes so full of curiosity and stubbornness, and I felt something else.
I’m not giving that up. And I’m sick of waiting!
I kick the pussy on the ground, and then drag him towards our property.
“Wait!” Ianto calls out.
I pause, looking back. “You going to rat me out to Zaden?”
Ianto sighs heavily. “I should, but no. If you want to avoid him knowing, wait here. I’ll go get the car.”
I stop and study him. We’re not normally on the same side. When I do things that we all know is going to make Zaden turn feral, it’s normally Ranger or Mills who side with me. Having Zaden’s right-hand man on my side is weird.
He shuffles and finally pins me with a deadly stare. “I don’t want Lia with anyone else, either.”
Oh, that sweet admission. I wonder if he will repeat it so I can record it for later use.
I let go of the idiot who attempted to date my girl and close the distance between us. He meets me in the middle, our kiss turning violent and carnal in seconds.
It’s always this way between us. I slide my hand until I can cradle the back of his head. He moves close, and I don’t know who is winning. His hand cups my junk, and I shudder as he squeezes, giving me just enough pain to make it exquisitely delicious. I tear my mouth from his, panting, but he just kisses his way down my jaw.
The muffled cries of our captive drag me out of the moment, and I narrow my eyes and then lean down and blindfold him.
I turn back and find Ianto standing there, stroking his magnificent cock. He is a sight. Those deadly, black eyes don’t leave my face, not even when he dips his head, silently telling me to get on my knees. I lick my lips and sink to the ground.
“Give it to me, Daddy,” I say with a snicker.
Ianto snarls but presses his cock against my lips. “Don’t call me daddy.”
I laugh, but then my mouth is full of his hot, twitching flesh, the taste of salt on my tongue. Oh, yeah. I focus on alternating between sucking and licking, driving him nuts the way he loves to be teased.
“Stop fucking around,” Ianto growls and gives my hair a tug. “Or I’ll fuck your face.”
I look up at him, the picture of coy innocence. He growls and loses his fucking mind, his hips snapping into me, burying his cock deep in my throat.
He holds there, stroking my cheek with one hand, wiping my tears away as he then pulls me off by my hair. I gasp for air, and then he’s pressing in again, staying until I see spots before he pulls out.
“Your throat is one of my favourite holes, baby V.”
I slide my hands up, gripping his thighs and pulling him closer. Sometimes, I think I’d like to die with a cock in my throat, but I’m sure that’s just an intrusive thought. Still, if it did happen, I would be happy.
He’s moving in and out of my throat and mouth faster. The familiar ache in my jaws has me reaching down with one hand, pulling my own cock out and stroking.
Ianto pulls on my hair, murmuring words that are just for me. I want to kill Lia’s date for overhearing them, but I can’t peel myself away from this.
“Good, so good. You’re so tight and hot,” Ianto growls. “I’m going to come!”
I quicken the strokes on my already aching cock and hiss as Ianto pulls out of my throat, letting out a grunt as his cum fills my mouth.
The salty taste and his harsh exhale as he holds my hair so tight I can’t move pushes me over the edge. I buck into my fist and come all over his jeans.
Ianto growls, but it’s half-hearted. “You keep doing that, and I’m going to keep punishing you. ”
I reach out and rub the cum into his pants. “Just making sure everyone knows you’re mine. See,” I trace my name in the cum on his jeans and write “mine.”
I turn my head back to his dick, sucking in the soft length of him and rubbing my face against his groin.
Ianto hisses and tugs me tighter against him. “You want to be my cock warmer all night? Keep going.”
I let out a disgustingly excited whine, and Ianto moans as he drags himself out of my mouth.
“Fine. Tonight. All night. More punishment.”
And that’s the best news I’ve heard all day. I get to my feet and do up my jeans before turning back to our new friend.
Ianto is already gone, but my cock twitches just thinking about tonight.
Ranger and Mills appear to help me drag this idiot closer to where Ianto will bring the car. I’m not gentle with him, but I’m sending a message.
“Now, listen, buddy. I know Lia’s a hot young thing, but here’s the go. She belongs to us. So if you want to live comfortably, you’re going to block her, delete her off your socials, delete your dating app. Everything. You’re going no contact.”
I reach into his pockets and pull out his wallet.
“Fredrick Burguone of 54 Napoleen Drive.” I take a photo. “We know who you are and where you live now, buddy, so if you want to date Lia, the next time we’ll beat you half to death. Got it. She’s not yours. If you try again, you won’t walk away alive.”
He shakes his head. I pull his gag down.
“What was that?”
“I won’t come back, I promise. I’ll block her on everything. Please, don’t kill me.”
I exchange a disgusted look with Ranger. Ianto reappears with a truck, and we hoist him into the backseat. Ianto and Ranger take him away while I turn back to Lia’s mansion. I wonder what she’s thinking. What she’s doing. Did she dress up? Does she look pretty?
“Now, what are you going to do?” I ask Lia, almost daring her to continue with this stupidity.
My smile is wide as I walk home. The day just got a lot more exciting.