9. Chapter 9
Bec
I’m not sure how long I slept, but I woke up to Hugo in my face. By standing on Danzig’s chest, he was able to lean over and swipe his tongue over my nose and cheek.
“Hugo!” I exclaimed with a laugh, pushing him away.
“Can I do that?” Danzig asked, his voice a sleepy rumble. I sat up to find his eyes half open. The gash on his face looked like a fresh scar.
“Wow, you do heal fast,” I murmured, running my fingers on his skin around the scar. It didn’t even feel hot. “Does it still hurt?”
“It itches a little, but that’s all,” he said, then moved Hugo off his chest. The dog walked to the foot of the bed where the doggy stairs were located. He trotted down and out the door.
While Hugo abandoned us, Danzig sat up with a jaw-cracking yawn. “Goddamn, I’m starving!”
I remembered Marduk mentioning that Danzig would need to eat a lot. “There's food downstairs.”
“I want more than food,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a sexy, gravelly tone.
This was the first time lust hit me so hard and so fast. Were my panties suddenly wet? That never happened!
Danzig’s nostrils flared. “You like the idea of being my feast.”
Something weird happened, and I wasn’t able to make a single sound. Me, the person who always had something to say. The one who won all the competitions in debate club. I was completely without words!
He lifted a hand and slipped it around the back of my neck. The pressure was only slight, but I let him guide my face to his.
“Let’s start here.”
Our lips touched, and I swore there was an electric shock. It went from our lips and down my spine, making me jerk a little. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue invade.
Heat flooded my system and my clit throbbed, desperate to be touched. My hips moved on their own, searching for something to press my needy sex against. Danzig moved his free hand between my legs and pressed.
There might have been a layer of denim and thin cotton between his hand and my needy clit, but his touch still felt hot. He rubbed in just the right place.
I moaned, overwhelmed with sensation. How did this feel so good? We weren’t even naked!
Danzig suddenly withdrew his hand and ended the kiss. Sitting up, he scooted away from me. Deprived of his sudden warmth, I shivered.
“Wha…?” I stumbled over even that one single word.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I still didn’t understand. “Huh?”
“I didn’t have your permission,” he explained. He licked his lips, and my eyes were drawn to his mouth. I wanted to kiss some more, damn it.
“Permission granted,” I mumbled, crawling closer to him and putting my face to his.
He looked hopeful, but cautious. “Are you sure? Because for our first time, Marduk should be here.”
The reminder that there was another person in the condo who wanted to claim me as a “mate” was like a bucket of cold water.
“Please, let me call him in here,” Danzig begged. “We’ll make you feel so good.”
I shook my head and moved off the bed. My body moved slowly, as if fighting me to stay close to Danzig.
Struggling against my instinct for pleasure was a new experience. I’d always thought I had basically no sex drive because I’d never felt the level of passion in the novels I liked to read. Except maybe it wasn’t me, it was the partners I’d been with.
None of them were world serpents. Who knew that was going to be my kink?
I almost snorted at that thought.
“Bec?”
While my thoughts were whirling, I’d been standing next to the bed staring at the tempting bulge barely contained by Danzig’s pants. My hand shook, wanting to peel back his jeans and reveal the flesh underneath.
Shoving my hands into my pockets, I shook my head and forced my eyes to meet his. Thankfully, there wasn’t any anger or hurt there, only gentle encouragement.
“Tell me what you need, please,” he whispered.
I was finally able to talk. “I can’t do this.”
His expression didn’t change. “I know we can be a lot, but let’s say you can’t do this yet.
” He put a lot of emphasis on the word yet.
“Think about the possibilities, Bec. Both of us kissing you.
Touching you. Loving you. We were only kissing and touching a moment ago, and you nearly shot off.
I can smell your pussy, it makes my mouth water.
You want us, and we want you. I promise, we'll be the best you've ever had.”
I shook my head, but I'm sure my expression was still indecisive.
His voice lowered, and he kept talking. “Imagine Marduk eating you out while you suck my dick. My big cock filling your mouth while I tell you what a good girl you are for taking me. Marduk would use his dick and fingers on you, making you want to scream. By the time he was ready to fuck you, you'd be wet and whimpering. You’d come when Marduk's cock was buried deep inside you. My dick would be in your mouth so your screams would be muffled. You’d be shaking and wanting a break, but we wouldn’t give you one.
After the first time you came, Marduk would keep fucking your pussy from behind until you orgasmed again. ”
I felt my pulse kick up again as he described everything they’d do to me.
“After he’d finished inside you, filling you with his cum, we’d put you on your back.
You’d be lying between his legs and against him so he could hold your legs wide open for me.
I’d be able to see his come dripping out of you.
Maybe I’d even gather some of it on my finger and press it into your mouth. ”
His descriptions were visceral and dirty. I wanted it. All of it.
“Do you want to know what I’d do next?” he asked.
I nodded.
He smirked. “Too bad.”
With that, he jumped off the bed and strode out of the room, leaving me standing there, stunned.
“You bastard!” I hissed, rubbing my hands over my face. I almost rushed after him, demanding he and Marduk do all the things he’d talked about.
No, I couldn’t. It would be easy to lose myself in a relationship with them and then I'd never know who I really was!
Feeling a little shaky, I pulled in a deep breath and tried to find my Zen. I grabbed some fresh clothes and rushed into the bathroom to change. I refused to think about the reason I had to change my panties and jeans!
It turned out Danzig’s favorite food was both Italian and Mexican. By the time I got downstairs, the table was covered in takeout containers full of taquitos, nachos, chili relleno, lasagna, risotto, and eggplant parmesan. The sight of all that food made me realize I was hungry too.
“Hurry up,” Danzig said, filling a plate with some of everything. “There are no bad choices here.”
Marduk was bringing some open bottles of beer from the kitchen, setting one down in front of Danzig and another one at his spot.
“Do you want a beer? Soda? There isn’t any wine, but I could get some delivered.” He looked apprehensive, as if he was scared of me, which was ridiculous.
“I’ll have a beer,” I said. He started to move, but I waved him off. “I’ll get it.”
I noticed that the blood in the kitchen was all cleaned up. The carpet was still stained, but it was obvious Marduk had tried to get it out. I knew head wounds bled a lot, but the amount of blood I'd seen had been impressive. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was for the set of a slasher movie.
Hugo was in the kitchen, munching on the food I’d put in his bowl earlier. He hadn’t been interested then, but I guess he’d worked up an appetite.
I grabbed a beer and joined the guys at the table. Danzig was happily eating everything on his plate with a speed that made me worried he might choke on something. Marduk had food in front of him, but his hands were in his lap as if waiting for me.
“Eat,” Danzig said between bites, pointing at the food with a fork, then shoving the taquito in his other hand into his mouth.
I followed Danzig's example and took a little of everything. It was only after I took my first bite that Marduk picked up his fork and started eating.
We ate in silence for a few minutes before a thought occurred to me. “What would cause bodies to turn into mummies?”
Once the words were out of my mouth, I almost giggled. Never would I ever have thought I’d be asking that question.
Danzig grunted around a mouthful of food and nudged Marduk, who then nodded and started talking. “Mummies? Well, uh, I suppose it would be magic in the form of a spell.”
“What do you mean ‘in the form of a spell?’”
“There are two basic types of magic,” Marduk said. “There is natural magic, and spells. Natural magic is like when we turn into our snake form or vampires use thrall.”
I made a note to ask what thrall was later. “And spells aren’t natural?”
“Well, no, I mean we’re all natural. I guess we should call it instinctual magic instead of natural, but that’s what everyone refers to it as. Spells are made when magic is concentrated into an item. It can be stored power or created to do a specific task when activated,” he said.
“So you can’t think of anything whose natural abilities include turning someone into a desiccated corpse?” I asked.
“No one,” he confirmed.
“Dust,” Danzig said, before shoving more food in his mouth.
“Dust?” I repeated.
Marduk gave Danzig a look and touched his shoulder. They did this a lot and I knew it was so they could talk to each other.
After a brief conversation, Marduk nodded and looked at me. “Danzig was following you today. After you left, he looked in the house to see what had spooked you.”
Both of them looked like they were bracing for my anger, but honestly, I felt intense relief.
I’d been battling guilt since I’d thought I’d manage to evade them this afternoon.
The fear I felt when I’d found the bodies seemed less intense now that I knew Danzig had been close.
I know that didn’t make any sense, but emotions rarely conform to cold logic.
I almost chuckled. Danzig had been there the entire time and I never saw him. It's a good thing I never wanted to be a spy; I'd suck at it.