41. The Shifter World #2
I run my fingers along her slit, collecting her wetness as she pushes back against me, whimpering. I use her wetness to cover my shaft before leaning in and nibbling on her ear.
“Brace yourself, Kitten. I’m not going easy on you.
” That’s the only warning I give, before I bury myself balls deep into her tight pussy, making her gasp and clench down on me.
I grasp the trunk of the tree above her from the sensation of how hard she has gripped.
As if she’s the one doing the claiming and she’s marking me with her cunt.
If this is the way she prefers to mark me, let me take thy branding and die happy.
Turning her head, Rez gives me a look I can only describe as hunger before growling. “Knox, are you going to fuck me or not?” Her eyes flash a warning, sending a thrill shooting down my spine.
I’ll fuck you as if our lives depend on it.
I grab her hair and hold her head in place as I kiss her roughly, leaving her breathless. Before pulling away though, I lightly bite her lower lip and suck on it for a few seconds while she moans against me.
Gripping her hips, I slowly ease out just enough to leave my head in, teasing her, and slam back in with a punishing pace. Rez reaches back with one hand, clawing at whatever she can to get me closer as my hips furiously pound into her tight, wet pussy.
With the last of the sunset, I look down and catch the perfect sight of Rez’s wetness dripping down her thighs as she squeezes my cock so beautifully. My perfect mate. I feel her pleasure roll through our link, and I grab her face, pulling it towards me for a brutal kiss.
I inhale her, as if she’s the only thing I need on this planet to live, and my hand snakes down the front of her to find her swollen clit.
Rez clamps down on my cock as she comes hard, screaming her pleasure into my mouth, and as her pussy spasms around my cock, she triggers my release.
Fire races down my spine, curling my toes as I hear my animals howl and preen in victory of pleasing our mate.
My chest puffs up as a self-satisfied smile takes over my face when I catch sight of Rez’s dazed smile and messed-up hair.
Yep, I did that. I freshly fucked my mate, and she looks like she loved every minute of it.
I step back, letting my spent cock slip free of her and put myself away before turning to find her some leaves.
“Whatever you’re looking for, better not be poison ivy or I’ll make sure you’ll never have use of your dick again,” she threatens with a death glare.
“Trust me, if they are, I’ll castrate myself and put it on a platter for you,” I agree.
“You won’t have to do it yourself, I’ll do it as paying homage to our goddess,” Ryker teases as he strolls past me with his electric blue eyes glowing bright.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Rez asks Ryker as he approaches, a sly smile on his face.
He lifts her chin with his hand to gaze into her smoky eyes.
“The only thing that could have made that better is if you were choking on my cock,” he whispers before kissing her.
“Here, let me clean you up,” he offers, kneeling and lifting her leg over his shoulder before licking her cunt and drawing a moan from her lips.
Since he’s going to keep her occupied, I might as well search for the foliage to soothe the ache I know she’ll be feeling.
As I gather leaves for my kitten, Ryker licks her to another orgasm, leaving her in a slight daze. There’s a faint scent of the female netherwraith by one of the bushes, so she’s been here and followed us at some point, but she’s gone now.
“Enjoying yourself there?” I ask, walking back over as Ryker licks his lips and helps Kitten lean against the tree.
“Just showing my appreciation for feeding me.” He beams, and Kitten murmurs her thanks, still in her sex stupor. “You’re welcome. I’ll see you guys back at the camp.” He kisses Kitten on the forehead before leaving her to me.
“Come on, Kitten,” I coax her to open her legs once again. “These should help with the soreness.” I wipe the flora against her before standing up and see her eyes widen in shock.
“Wow, I don’t know what type of plant that was, but they soothed the area…kinda like mint in my mouth,” she admits, looking bashful.
“Oh!” My eyes go wide as I realize what she means. “Sorry,” I chuckle. “It’s NeedleMent,” I supply with a cocky smirk. “Only found in the Fae Realm and in some medicines.”
“Well, that’s one way to snap out of a sex fog,” she chuckles before bending over and grabbing her disheveled clothing.
I turn around, giving her my back to offer some privacy.
I’ll just sneak peeks like the pervert I am.
“So, which one is it?” Rez casually calls out when she catches my wandering eyes over my shoulders, eyeing her curves.
“Which one is what?” I cock my head, completely lost. What is she talking about?
“Which animal is giving you a hard time now?” She giggles. “And you know you don’t have to turn around. You’ve seen everything already, you goof.”
“Can’t I be a gentleman?” I ask, turning around once again, not sure if I want to talk about Slayer and the netherwraiths.
“Sure, but it’s not going to get you out of answering,” she pushes, and I sigh, knowing I can’t fight my little Kitten. I might as well face her.
“Slayer,” I growl. “He’s unusually quiet, and the netherwraiths were calling him the Black Death earlier, asking if the end of the world is here because of him.” She tenses slightly as tension rolls down our link before I can stop it.
“Oh.” Her eyes widen slightly. “Well, that’s…
definitely not what I had in mind.” She fastens her pants and smiles slightly at me.
“You know you’re gonna have to talk to him, right?
” She grabs my arm and lays her head against my arm, peering up at me as I groan.
Her blast of calm and love flows down our shared link as she continues.
“Just be gentle and sweet like I know you can be and ask him what’s going on,” she coaxes me.
“Fine, but do you mind if we take a walk around while I do this instead of going straight back to camp?” I ask, not feeling up to socializing with the netherwraiths while I’m dealing with my own sulky murder kitty.
“Not at all.” Rez squeezes my bicep before she wraps herself underneath my arm and around my waist.
“It’s nice spending time with you. Just remember to be nice,’ she reiterates.
“Not a problem.” The sun has completely set, and I allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness as I hear commotion off to our right.
That’s where our group must have settled our camp.
To take a longer path back to the group, I decide to head straight and loop around to meet them later.
As we start walking, I reach out to Slayer.
‘You okay, Murder Mittens? You don’t seem like yourself,’ I ask.
‘Oh. Ah, yeah.’ He jerks up from lying on his paws to look at me in shock.
‘Okay, good to know, because what’s up with these netherwraiths calling you the Black Death? And where’d the fuck you come from anyways?’
“Hey!” Rez shrieks and digs her fingernails into my arm. “I said nice.”
“What?” I shrug innocently. "That was my ‘nice’,” I exclaim. ‘There was no growling, barking, or using my Alpha aura. I consider it a win. I should have had this talk ages ago, but I’ve just been preoccupied with saving Hell first.”
‘Facts, but there were breaks in there that we could have talked, but whatever helps you sleep, Alpha,’ Slayer interjects.
‘He does have a point,’ Barren agrees.
‘Stop helping him,’ I growl. ‘Shifters are limited to three animals. Why do I have you, Slayer?’ I insist.
‘Oh, that’s simple. I’m War’s secret weapon, his personal assassin, his left-hand man. He had the angel on his right shoulder, in person, and I was the devil with teeth on his left, in shifter form.’ Slayer gives me a toothy grin, and Rez giggles as she gets the visual also.
Well, that explains why I have Slayer, and I must admit, it’s pretty cool. I know I probably should have, but I never took the time to work on theories about how or why I have Slayer. I figured if I was supposed to have them, then may the Fates bless me.
I’m sure he was caught on the Gauntlet cameras, but not many would know what they saw. Shit, even I didn’t know what he was when I discovered him in Hell. I’ll keep what I know of Slayer a secret from the public for now. Hopefully, the ones that saw him will think he was an illusion or a spell.
‘So, you’re a secret weapon? That doesn’t explain the Black Death comments the netherwraiths were making,’ I point out.
‘True, but the fact is, I’m not sure how to explain that one. I’m more of a myth to them, I think.’
‘What? How is that possible?’
‘Your guess is as good as mine. It’s something they’ll have to tell you, cause I don’t know,’ Slayer sighs.
Rez
I’m a complete limp noodle as Knox leads me out of the secluded glen and back into the woods. I wouldn’t even fight him if he walked us right off a cliff, I’m that far gone into LaLa Land.
But listening to Slayer explain his origins quickly sobers me up.
It seems as though the Horsemen were strong in their own right; they had strong and unique animals at their service as well.
A stormshifter as a versatile protector, an angel as their right-hand man, and an assassin in the form of Slayer, the shifter.
And speaking of shifting, I still remember how Slayer shifted into his ‘human’ form while we were on the Road of Worth.
I wonder if he can still shift like that or if it was just a special occasion.
He was the complete opposite of my dark, brooding, strong, and built like a wall, Alpha.
Slayer had a smaller, ripped body, ear and septum piercings, wispy white hair, and blueish-gray eyes.
They’re both hot as fuck.