Chapter 49
49
Raze
W e’ve made national news.
According to the five o’clock report last night, the five of us and all who are associated with the rebellion are a national security threat. They’re urging anyone who has information about our whereabouts to come forward.
The rest of the world thinks this is some petty civil dispute happening in a small, nowhere-town on the eastern coast. They have no clue how deeply our fight affects them, too. How we’re not just fighting for the rights of Nocturnians, but for Nulls around the world.
Sonny and her friends are torn up about it. They’ve been moping around the house all day, complaining that even when this all rolls over and if we win the war, it will be impossible to repair their public image. They think there is no future for them outside of their stance against the tyrannical cult.
They’ve lost their momentum.
None of them seem to understand how short the public’s attention span is. Nor are they thinking of how fickle the support of the masses can be when you have the right information to wield.
But the rebellion saw this coming from miles away. We’ve been fighting back against their vicious attacks on Nocturne Valley as they pop up, gearing up for this to all come to a head.
This media stunt is a clear indication that the Midnight Syndicate has exhausted all of their local options and have been forced to go public. It shows how delusional and narcissistic they are, assuming that this will end in their favor without any backlash. All it would take was one drop of doubt to taint their pure image. One speck of truth to create uncertainty against all their lies. A simple, anonymous tip that could send the media bloodhounds sniffing around for answers.
How would the public respond to the discovery that all of their systems have been invaded by a group of people who consider themselves elite? What will happen when they realize that average people have been measured against those with gifted abilities, and lost out on opportunities?
They’ve certainly overestimated my loyalty, if they think I won’t share what I know. Although, I suppose that may have been the point of siccing the public against me to begin with.
They can’t find us, plain and simple. Even though we’re living directly under their noses and within their own city limits, their best and brightest have been unsuccessful in tracking us down. No one in Nocturne Valley has turned us in, regardless of how miserable they’ve made their everyday life.
They’ve flexed their fists as hard as possible and come up short.
Plastering us on every news station across America is a sign of weakness. It means we’re close to the end, and we’re on the winning side. They have officially run out of cards to play.
Of course, I don’t expect Sonny and her friends to fully understand that yet. They haven’t worked alongside the devilish cult for more than half their lives. They haven’t lost their loved ones to it—at least not all of them have.
Griffin worked them harder than usual this morning in an attempt to pull them out of their heads a little more. They think he’s just being a hardass, but I know it’s because he’s formed a fondness over the four of them—especially the blue-haired one. He sees the distraction for what it is, and has assured me that everyone else in the rebellion sees it too. We’re so close to the end, I can taste it. But we won’t be able to cross the finish line if our best weapon doesn’t see the full value in her own powers.
She’s so close.
Which is why I’ve decided to dedicate my day to worshipping her the way I should have been from the beginning. Sonny is a goddess. She’s got such potent power flowing through her veins, it would make grown men fall to their knees. Men who once believed they were gods.
She needs to be feeling into that energy.
It starts off with my not letting her leave the bed until I’ve sufficiently heard her moan my name through a mind-numbing orgasm, her pussy riding my face as my shadows do their work. She’s been sleeping beside me for a week and I’ve been perfectly mannered every time she lies beside me—even when her body is practically begging for touch. I know she feels awkward about fucking under her parent’s roof with her friends right down the hall, and I don’t want to give her any excuse to go back to her room.
As always, she’s more than responsive to my touch, and I take great care in securing a sound barrier around my room so no one has any idea how loud she is when she loses herself in an orgasm.
Next, I prepare her a mouthwatering breakfast while she and her friends train with Griff in the garage. She scarfs the food down, and then I follow her into the bathroom and strip her of all her clothes while everyone else goes off to do...whatever it is they do with their time.
We step beneath the water spray together, our mouths connected and my hands roaming over her slick skin. I squirt some shampoo into my hand, gently caressing it into her scalp as she stands beneath the warm water, her eyes shuttering closed. We repeat the process with conditioner, and then I make sure to cover every inch of her body with the soap that drives me mad.
As I grab the showerhead and rinse her, I use my shadows to slip between her legs.
She becomes putty in my hands, her back melting against my front as I rub inky tendrils against her clit.
Soft moans rattle against my chest, her hips swaying. She rubs her supple ass against the front of my thighs as my erection digs into the slope of her lower back. She reaches her behind her and wraps her fingers around my length, pumping up and down a few times. I lean forward to graze my teeth against the shell of her ear as my palms cup her full breasts.
“How many times do you think I can get you to come in one day?” I whisper the question against her skin, my heart kicking up a notch when I feel her spine stiffen against me. “Five? Ten?” I guess, easing one hand down her torso to replace my shadows with my fingers.
Her hand slows against my cock, her grip tightening as I run my fingers through her center.
“I supposed we’ll find it, won’t we?” I lightly chuckle just as my finger slips inside her with ease.
She twists around, her lips capturing mine into a reckless kiss that has our teeth clanking and tongues sliding. With an arm around my neck for support, she kicks one knee up to wrap her leg around my hips, then hops off the other and does the same thing until her ankles lock behind my back.
My palms instantly slide beneath her, carrying her weight as I spin us and press her back against the wall, the hot water spilling onto our shoulders.
She rolls her hips, sliding her pussy against the length of my cock until it hits the tip, and then she does a small maneuver that lines me up to her entrance without a single touch. In the next move, she thrusts forward and I slide right in.
“Clever woman,” I growl into her neck as I take control of the pace.
She clamps her pussy around me in response and I nearly lose it right then and there.
My lips trace a path from her beautiful jawline all the way down to her dusky, perky nipples before I suck one into my mouth and scrape my teeth against it, earning a tortured sigh from her. My shadows slink around us, slowly caressing the side of her body as they make their way to her throat, where they wrap around and give a light squeeze.
It doesn’t take long for either of us to begin feeling that familiar, delicious buildup of pleasure as I thrust inside her, my speed and pressure picking up with every movement forward. I’m on the edge, about to fall over into reckless oblivion, but I fight to hold on a little while longer until I can feel her pulsate around me before I pull out.
Thankfully, she doesn’t make me wait long. Her arms tighten around my neck, legs going still as her back arches against the wall. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as my shadows tighten around her neck, then branch off and swirl against her breasts, down her torso, and against her pulsing clit.
As soon as I feel her relax against me, I pull away, softly setting her down so I can wrap my hand around my length and finish myself off without spilling all over her like I’ve accidentally done in the past. She’s quicker, though.
Sinking to her knees before me, she pushes my hand away and wraps her lips around my cock, taking all of me into her mouth in one go. Before she can even pull me out again, my balls are tightening and cum flies into her mouth in large spurts as my climax sends lightning bolts through my muscles. She moans her approval, taking me against her throat three more times to coax out every last drop.
“Hold it in,” I instruct, my voice low and raw. Shadows dance around her in a frenzy, twisting against her neck and chin to hold it shut.
Curling my finger, I motion for her to stand and she obeys without hesitation, the dark wisps helping her to her feet. She watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, drops of water glistening in her lashes before dripping down her cheek. Her lips are sealed shut, and cheeks flushed.
“Here I was, trying to be considerate of the fact that you likely don’t want a horde of mini-Razes. I didn’t want to get my cum all over you, but what do you do?” I grasp her chin, tilting it upward. “You were so ravenous for it, you took it anyway.”
With her mouth full, she has no rebuttal and for a moment, I’m distracted by the thought of what it would be like to have little hellions running around. An image of a little boy with her brilliant, violet eyes and my dark hair pops into my mind before I can keep it away, and I get hard all over again.
I never wanted children before. The Whitlock curse was supposed to end with me. But fuck, does it sound nice when I picture it with her.
“Open,” I command, flipping her bottom lip over with my thumb. White juices leak down her chin, and a crazed, possessive monster rumbles his fists against my chest. I’m drunk on the power she’s given me. The sight of my cum leaking down her naked body is enough to turn me into a feral animal.
This is why men kill and main. Wars have raged over this level of obsession. This volume of desire can drive anyone mad.
Those red, luscious lips spread into a smile, and I realize that she’s disarmed me so thoroughly, I’ve dropped my mental shields and allowed her access directly to my thoughts.
Fear reverberates through me. I haven’t made such a careless mistake in years. Since my Mirrane gifts began manifesting and my father had to beat them into submission. And here she is, breaking down my defenses with nothing more than her bare body.
“That’s two,” she rasps, her throat bobbing as she swallows down what’s left of me in her mouth. Swiping the back of her hand across her chin, she raises a challenging brow.
I frown, earning a smirk from her. “Two orgasms down,” she clarifies. “Let’s see how many more we can get.”
I don’t need any more encouragement than that. Tossing her slick body over my shoulder, I twist the faucet handle to stop the cold water from raining on us, step out of the tub, and then throw up a quick shield before opening the door and carrying her to my room.