Chapter 20
Lock
Clearly, I didn’t have anything to say about it. Like last time, Seraphim locked me out of their little fight. Ever since I’d met this guy, I’d been reduced to nothing. I was useless, weak.
I felt Sam’s pain through the bond and every tiny bit of whatever bullshit made up my body was screaming at me to make it stop. No matter what I did, though, I couldn’t get through. He’d made a domed arena, every inch of it blocked off by his fire. I’d gone so far as to burn my hand down to the bone before I gave up, mostly because Sam was screaming at me to stop.
Fucking useless.
Dropping my head into my hands, I started compiling a list of my failures. Liah kidnapping Sam. That was a big one. The window thing, I guess, though I’d call it more of a brief lapse in judgment than a failure. Not telling her what she meant to me after she ran away. After Seraphim convinced her to run away.
Liah wouldn’t have been involved with that fucking drug if it hadn’t been for Seraphim. If that attack hadn’t happened on Halloween, Sam wouldn’t have found herself tumbling out of that window.
Seraphim.
My body suddenly felt like it was flooded with ice. I gritted my teeth against the pain and looked up, only to find the makeshift arena gone. Sam was holding onto my shoulders, her expression pinched.
“Sam,” I said softly, not wanting to freak her out when she realized what she was doing.
“Fuck.” Once she pulled her hands away, the feeling disappeared. I grabbed her wrist, making sure she didn’t try to run away.
“You got through,” I noted, offering her a smile.
“You were scared.”
“What?”
She put a hand to her chest. “I felt it. You were afraid and it was so powerful, I had to get to you.”
“I’m fine, Sam. I’m proud of you.”
Her lip trembled as she studied me. With a sigh, I dragged her onto my lap.
“I wasn’t scared. I was pissed off.”
“No, you started that way, but then it spiraled. You’ve never been that… distraught.”
“When you left me back at the tower, I felt infinitely worse. You just couldn’t sense it like you do now. This was simply me letting my thoughts get away from me.”
“What were you thinking about?”
My gaze traveled over her shoulder to where Seraphim was kneeling in the dirt. It looked like he was meditating, which was fucking weird, but nothing about the guy made any sense.
Sam noticed where my attention went and took my face in her hands. This time, there was no surge of magic. Nothing but her and the warmth she still seemed to exude, even though her skin was cool like mine. I put my hands over hers, drawing in a deep breath.
“You have to stop being ready to rip the guy’s head off at all times,” she reminded me.
“I don’t trust him. It’s impossible for me to think of him in any other capacity.”
“Can you try? For me.”
“I’ve been trying, Sam. You’re figuring out how the magic works. We don’t need him here.”
“I do,” she argued, though she didn’t sound or feel angry. “He’s the only one that understands this. He’s the only other one there is, Lock, and I need his help.”
“He said he can’t help you with the other energies anyway.”
“No, he just doesn’t know how they work. That doesn’t mean he can’t help. When it comes down to it, he’s my best chance of stabilizing if I lose control. The connection-”
“I know,” I interrupted, leaning my forehead against hers. “Obsequium. Have I told you I hate Latin?”
“You hate everything except for me.”
“Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches make the list too.”
Cupping her jaw, I kissed her. I bit down on her lip, drawing blood, and she did the same. It may not have had any specific purpose like it had before, but it was even more satisfying now. She was mine and I wanted us to always carry around a part of each other.
“Kavi is seven hundred years old,” I grumbled. “How does he not know anything?”
“He’s kind of an idiot,” Mark said. I heard him shuffling around through the phone, then it grew quiet.
“Don’t tell me you’re entertaining again.”
“No, I’m balls deep in documents, notes, and god knows what else. I haven’t been outside in two days.”
“Go take a walk. Find somebody to kill.”
“You know, I just might. My head has been all fucked up and I need a break.”
“Let me amend my previous statement. Go find someone to fuck, then eat.”
“Even better. How is Sam doing?”
I looked out the window. Sam and Seraphim were working on fire today since she’d learned to break through his barrier. It was the only thing she could do with her nifty ice magic, but it was something. Really, she just got frustrated and eventually, she was able to push through without getting burned. In short, she had some defensive tactics and not much else.
“She’s doing better,” I replied. “At least, she’s not summoning killer storms and screaming out in pain at all times.”
“That’s something. How many times have you tried to kill Seraphim?”
“In my head, one-hundred-seventeen and a half times.”
“A half?”
“Yeah, I thought sawing off his limbs might be a nice option. Imagine him flying through the air like a little meteorite, then plummeting to the ground looking like a potato.”
Mark snorted a laugh. “That’s, uh, macabre.”
“I made a literal face mask last week. I’m not sure why you act surprised anymore.”
“Well, I’m with you on this one. Sam might have a point, but whatever is in this guy’s head makes him dangerous. I’ll keep trying to dig something up on that fire of his. There has to be a weakness.”
“Let’s hope the answer isn’t magic.”
“You have a hell of a lot of that at your disposal.”
“She won’t do it, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop insisting.”
“Alright, Lock. Be careful. He’s already killed you once.”
“I was only mostly dead,” I said with a smile. He ended the call without even laughing at my joke. Rude.
I looked out the window again, noting how low the sun was in the sky. They’d been out there all afternoon and Sam had to be thirsty. Before calling Mark, I’d tried to convince her to call it a day multiple times, but she’d refused.
Well, desperate times.
Dropping onto the couch, I laid back and stared at the ceiling while I began thinking very dirty thoughts. My face pressed between Sam’s breasts. Feeling the firm bud of her nipple on my tongue. Her desperate little whimpers when I kept her so close to the edge, but wouldn’t let her tumble over.
My blood-covered dick in the torture room. Sam on her knees sucking on it, dragging my soul out and consuming it. Thinking about the tears that welled in her eyes when she had me in her throat made my dick strain against my pants.
“Why are you stopping?” I heard Seraphim ask.
“Um…” Sam trailed off and ifshe still had a heartbeat, I knew it would be racing.
“Come on. You could barely light a candle at this point. You’re weak.”
“Well, that’s just rude.”
“Save the pity party for your mate.”
When I thought about cutting off Seraphim’s head, I felt even more aroused. My mouth was watering and my dick was beginning to leak.
“Jesus,” Sam squeaked.
“Sam,”Seraphim scolded.
Pulling my dick out, I stroked it firmly. My previous thoughts had put me so close to the edge already, I could cum in seconds if I wanted to.
Seraphim called Sam’s name and I smiled when I was flooded with her scent. She appeared in my peripheral, her chest heaving and her pupils dilated. I smelled her arousal and stroked myself again, turning my head to look at her face.
“What are you doing?” she demanded breathily. Even though she was feigning anger, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of my dick.
“Entertaining myself.”
“You’re fucking with my training.”
“I’m doing no such thing. This has nothing to do with you.”
“Bullshit. You know what it’s doing to my body.”
The corner of my mouth lifted as I increased my pace. Her gaze traveled to my moving hand, then back to my face.
“Stop it.”
“No.”
“Hemlock.”
“Fuck, baby, your voice is almost enough to make me renounce my murderous ways.”
My abdominal muscles rippled and tightened as my orgasm crested. Her lips parted, the sight sending me over the edge. I didn’t look away from her the entire time I came and she didn’t stop watching my cum shoot onto my stomach. When it was over, she clenched her teeth.
“What the fuck, Lock?”
“Shut the fuck up and sit on my cock, Belladonna.”
I knew she wanted to argue. It was written all over her face. She always wanted to argue. Regardless, she stripped out of her clothes and I watched the sway of her hips as she closed the distance between us.
She straddled my thighs, hovering over my dick. Leaning forward, she dragged her tongue over the cum on my stomach, keeping her eyes on mine.
“Do you want my cum to belong to you, Belladonna?”
She nodded, sinking onto my dick with a loud cry. I gripped her thighs tightly, basking in our shared pleasure.
“You own all of me,” I told her. “Just as I own all of you.”
“You can’t keep doing this,” she said on a moan.
Sitting up, I grabbed her throat, pulling her in for a kiss. “I can do what I please, Samara. That is one of the many constants in our eternal lives.”
“What else?”
Lifting her off of me, I turned her onto her knees. She leaned on the arm of the sofa, pushing her ass back against me. I ran my palm over her cheek, then slapped it hard enough to echo through the large room.
Slowly, I entered her again, then pulled her up and kept my hand at her throat. My fangs grazed her ear, making her shiver.
“Fucking you,” I whispered, then trailed my tongue up the shell of her ear. “Killing with you, ruling with you. Worshiping you, existing for you. None of these things will ever change, my deadly Belladonna.”
“God,” she moaned.
“One of us may die someday and it does not matter who goes first because we will die together. That is a promise I’m making to you. This world does not exist for me without you. If you are reduced to ash, so am I. Will you burn with me, Samara?”
She nodded, whimpering. “Yes, Lock.”
“Now, cum for me because that is another thing that will never end. There is no other place for you in this world except on my cock.”
She screamed, dropping her head back so it rested on my shoulder. I sunk my tongue into her mouth, the intense flood of her pleasure and the rhythmic tightening of her pussy making me cum harder than before. When I pulled away, she was gasping for breath, even though she was not physically exerted.
“Huh,” I mused, looking around the room. “That’s a new one.”
Around us, it was chaos. We’d apparently been so lost in each other that we hadn’t heard the kitchen cabinets open and everything flying out of them. Pictures were knocked off the walls and the curtains were thrown wide open, letting in faint moonlight.
“Does this fall within your poltergeist abilities?” I asked.
“It could be worse. At least I didn’t set the place on fire.”
“That might have killed the mood. Have fun with this.”
She gawked at me. “What does that mean?”
Getting to my feet, I fixed my clothes and stretched my arms above my head. “You made the mess, so you clean it up. Do you expect me to do everything for you simply because I love you?”
“Yes.”
“No, I have important business things to attend to.”
“Business things,” she repeated incredulously.
With a wink, I raced out the backdoor. To my delight, she followed me into the woods, hot on my heels. It was the perfect time to figure out once and for all who was the fastest. I planned on making a trophy and everything, but only if I won.
Stuffing my dick down Sam’s throat would also be part of my prize. Covering it in human blood would prove far more exciting now that she had changed. It was like a super special vampire lollipop. Only the best for my beautiful mate.