Chapter 13 Jude
Jude
THERE IS NO WINNING OR LOSING. THERE IS ONLY PLAYING.
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Save Your Story”
“Feelings Aren’t Forever”
Damn. Either this girl is a glutton for punishment or…she’s plotting her revenge.
She’s inches from Raphael now, their breaths tangling with one another. No girl has asked about the other levels. We haven’t even finished Level 2 yet.
Gotta hand it to Raph. I loved the God line.
I am your strength. He is our strength. If she survives—and I really want her to fucking survive—she will see.
She will feel and know what we all do. Our blood, flesh, and bones will be hers just as hers will be ours.
Not just the initiation of the body. It’s the initiation of the soul.
A sick and twisted mind fuck of a game to learn how much she wants to join the demons and their High God in hell.
There is no winning or losing. There is only playing.
When she grits her teeth and sticks her nose up in the air, staring Raphael down, I see this plaything not just playing with us—she’s playing us.
Fuck. Me.
The others know it, too, including Raph. Because all our cocks stir, throbbing to life, preparing for Level 3—the first time we will ever take a girl to Level 3. Goddamn, I can’t wait.
“Level 5, Briella.”
She blinks up at Raphael, more tears leaving her eyes.
But he leans in and rubs his lips against hers, brow brushing hers.
I’ve never seen him so tender with a girl.
Then again, they were all dead by now. I remind myself how much of a manipulative bastard he is.
How he came up with these games we’ve all reveled in.
Scrunching her brows, she gazes up into his eyes. “Freedom?”
“If you make it to Level 5…” He touches her tears, wiping them away with his thumbs, and finishes, “You will know the purest form of freedom that exists in this cage of a world. What do you want, Briella?” He always calls her by her name.
I know why. It’s his fucked up way of acknowledging her humanity, of reminding himself she is more than mortal scraps.
Slowly, she lowers her head, her hair falling over her face, her shoulders showing defeat. I ease a heavy sigh, my chest tightening with the knowledge she will likely be a warm, bloody corpse in another moment or two.
“Not death.”
The words were so quiet, so fragile a whisper, we almost didn’t hear them.
Raphael straightens.
Ready for his turn, Rory inhales deeply, his 12-inch dick like a thick piece of pipe twitching with hunger. He eagerly removes the expander, preparing her.
“Remove the piercing, Rory,” Raphael orders.
“Aww, fine. She’ll still be tight as a vise in hell.”
Gasping for breath, Briella starts to shake, fingers trembling.
“Please, I’m just so sore.” It’s a plea for more time, just a few moments, but that’s not how a trial by fire works.
It’s just hell, burning away the body to ash until all that exists is the naked soul, her naked soul surrounded by ours.
“Don’t worry,” Rory says, purring deep into her ear and licking the curve while winding his arms around her.
She hisses from his strong hold, of his chest against her back, whipped and bruised by his hand.
“I’m an ass guy. Close your eyes, little Lass.
Relax.” He shifts his hips, and I know he’s at her entrance. “And enjoy the ride.”
Hands balled into fists, I take one step to my right to get a good look at what he’s doing. At least his dick is soaked with lube. But Devil fuck that redheaded piece of socio-shit when he slides in all the way until his hips slap her ass.
Briella throws her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of agony. I’ve never seen such excruciating pain before. Rory slaps the ground with his left hand. “Fucking owned!”
The veins in Seth’s arm throb, his fist like steel at the sight of his partner taking her in his violent way. The first time for any girl.
Not moving yet, the sadist grips her throat with his other hand. “Still with me, Firecracker?”
Her mouth is open. Her eyes are wide open. God, she’s in fucking shock. I snap my eyes to Raphael’s, but he doesn’t look at me. That’s when I realize she’s not staring blankly at the walls. Fuck me, she’s looking at him, holding his gaze like she can see Level 5 in our psychotic alpha’s eyes.
Maybe she can.
I’m in awe of her strength and beauty. She’s like some dark creature birthing itself from the bowels of hell, shedding its outer shell, and rising with the hellfire of an avenging phoenix goddess.
Then, she swallows beneath Rory’s hand and parts her lips to say softly, “Still here, Rory. Unlike your ear.”
Fuck, I nearly just shot my load.
Rory lifts his brows, his eyes widening before he bares his teeth in a silent snarl. He pulls out to the tip. God fuck, he’s going to rip her apart!
I dive for her just as he’s about to thrust and raise my voice, “Bite me, Babydoll. Bite now!”
Rory does it. But it’s not my hand that shoves into her mouth. It’s Vincent’s. Her scream is shrill and loud as a banshee, and her teeth dig into his tattooed skin. He doesn’t even give a fuck when two of his finger bones snap. He doesn’t even grunt.
I meet his eyes in a moment of clarity, understanding why. Because I’m their doctor, their healer. I can relocate and splint fingers. But she will need more medical care after tonight. She will need me. And these hands.
Vincent flinches first. The moment shatters.
I turn and find her eyes. But they are all for Raph.
Rory makes beastly grunting noises while thrusting and gripping her breasts, twisting and pinching her sensitive nipples.
I don’t even register that Seth is on his knees before her until he cups her cheek and says, “I’m going to make it better, Briella Darling. Stay with us… please.”
Her teeth don’t let go of Vincent’s bleeding hand, but the second Seth starts licking her, her breath turns ragged. A thirst fills her eyes.
“You know I’ve never fucked a girl here. Well…” Rory chuckles darkly. “Not a live one at least.”
She whimpers, closing her tear-filled eyes…like she feels a deeper weight of pain after his statement.
The first time Raphael caught him taking a dead girl, fuck, he gave Rory such a beating. Make that a whipping. Chained the bastard up and whipped his goddamn cock until Rory knew with no equivocation that death was to be respected. Their sacrifices honored.
In some ways, Raphael consumes the echo of every soul he’s killed, especially the girls.
I can’t believe Briella hasn’t passed out by now.
More gasps leave her mouth, and her eyes glaze over because Seth is damn good at what he does.
Not as much finesse as I, but he’s putting all his effort into it, flicking her swollen clit with his tongue, circling it, and working it from side to side.
One more deep thrust from Rory, and he bites her ear in retaliation as he comes, releasing every ounce of his cum inside her.
She screeches around Vincent’s hand the whole time, but for more reasons than one.
Her whole body locks up, and her eyes melt with pleasure.
I glance down to find Seth licking her to oblivion with two fingers pumping in and out of her wet center.
She pants through the end of her orgasm. Then, Rory croons in her ear, “Thanks, Firecracker. You’re the best birthday present ever.”
Her eyes roll back in her head, her teeth let go, and she passes out as I reset Vincent’s two bones she snapped.
“Level 2 is done,” Raphael proclaims.