Chapter 15 Aniyah
ANIYAH
Running down the hallway, I felt lighter this time, faster, like all those clinging thoughts and emotions from before had melted off me.
That old skin had been shed, and now I was gliding, high on something untouchable.
Maybe that was why my furiously flapping wings got me to my office faster than the pounding footsteps behind me.
Or maybe it was the anti-rush spell my brother laced into the halls for overly excited vampires. Either way, I was winning.
I grabbed the door handle, flung it open, and slammed it shut behind me, laughing like a maniac as I locked it.
I wanted to see what my beasts would do.
Would they break it down to get to me? Walk away?
And if they did get in… what then? I hoped they’d take me together, but I’d settle for one watching while the other ruined me. I liked an audience.
Adrenaline surged in my veins. My heart was on overdrive. Every inch of me was buzzing, trembling with anticipation and lust. Waiting was torturous in this state.
“Aniyah?”
I spun around at the sound of my name. Van and the wolf from the stage, still in his mask, were waiting inside.
How the fuck did they get in here? Their faces said everything: concern, confusion, rage.
Van stepped forward, eyes darkening with something fierce, something that was different than his normal smirks and knowing glances.
“Ni, are you okay?”
The stranger’s wolf surged to the surface, flickering in his gaze. “You need healing? Who hurt you?”
Confused by his questions, I looked down, and, okay, fine, I was a mess. Blood down my front. No panties. Corset top hanging on by a thread. My hair? Probably a disaster. Makeup? Who knew… but I felt amazing.
The heat bloomed at my back again, building, wrapping around me like a second skin. I was wound tight, vibrating with need. I wanted more. I wanted everything.
Loosening a few strings, my corset fell to the floor.
Both men sucked in a breath, and I felt their eyes rake over my body, consuming me.
I pressed my thighs together, biting my lip as I ran my fingers through my hair and down my curves, showing them exactly what could be theirs… if they played nice.
Lust erupted from my body like an inferno, licking along my skin, searing reason to ash. A primal rhythm pounded in my blood, commanding me. Take them. They’re yours.
Not thinking any more, I reached for both. In this moment, I was made of frayed threads desperate to be mended, searching for reconnection. Every instinct screamed to mount them. Claim them. To use all the tricks in the book to make them mine.
My body suddenly had a mind of its own, but I was enjoying the way it thought.
The wolf was the first to move as if magnetized.
His hands slid up my sides, his breath ragged, a silent plea in his eyes to understand something I had no bandwidth to deal with.
Van still looked stunned, like he needed to understand, but I didn’t have time for understanding.
I was past that. I was all instinct, fire and desperation wrapped in skin.
I turned the wolf, guiding him back until I hit Van’s chest. His arms caught my shoulders. My fingers lifted to his chin over my shoulder, forcing his gaze to mine.
“Kiss me, Van.”
His eyes widened, his grip on me tightening like he was afraid this moment would slip through his fingers. It wouldn’t. Not this time. Every rule I’d made was gone, out the door. I wasn’t a girl anymore. I was the storm, the fallen angel commanding the chaos.
My wolf whimpered, his gaze filled with need. I pushed him down to his knees and threw a leg over his shoulder, glad that we had magicked the masks to be like second skin once on. “Lap up the mess you made.”
His eyes flicked up, loyal adoration I didn't understand staring up at me before he dove in. His tongue parted me, long and slow, tasting everything he’d spilled inside me earlier. Every flick was torment, and I sank into it, savoring it.
The metal of my necklace lifted, and the sensation of earth magic brushed up against my skin. Van’s magic was slipping out of him. Maybe it was because of that jealous, possessive edge in his eyes, but none of it mattered because I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. The ends of my lips lifted.
Not breaking eye contact, he raised my arm up and pressed kisses into my skin, soft and reverent. When he licked the pulse at my wrist, his eyes flared.
“You can’t ignore this later.”
It was both a warning and a promise, but I nodded. I’d agree to anything right now, so long as he just kept kissing me.
The wolf’s tongue quickened, tormenting my clit, and a strangled moan escaped my lips. That was when Van dove in, stealing my mouth and attention.
His kiss was slow, deep, silken control under all the chaos. His tongue slid against mine like he was trying to memorize me. Every breath, every glide of his lips poured gas on the fire inside me.
Then the door exploded open.
Van and the wolf were ripped away, their bodies slammed into the walls. They landed on the ground, slumped over. Alic stood there, heaving, like he was Death himself coming to claim a wayward soul.
He lifted me like a rag doll, his hands bruising my waist, eyes wild and ravenous. His troll skin shifted between granite and flesh, rage and hunger bleeding from him.
Lucus stepped around Alic. “You want beasts, love? Then beasts you’ll get.” His voice, usually calm and crisp, was frayed, the British lilt shattered into raw growl. I giggled. I couldn’t help it. All of this was just what I hoped would happen, minus Van and the wolf being knocked out.
That must’ve set someone off.
A crash echoed behind me. My chest hit the desk with a solid thud, then my arms were wrenched behind my back. Pain kissed my chest, but it was nothing compared to the hunger ripping through my soul.
Lucus crouched in front of me, cupping my cheek with his elegant fingers. “You thought this would upset us?”
His grip tightened. “But all I’ve seen from the moment you stepped on that stage is chaos.” His pupils flared, eyes manic. “And do you know what I’ve learned?”
I swallowed thickly, heat coiling in my stomach at the sound of danger in his voice.
“I like chaos. Your brand, specifically. And even more than that? I like controlling it.”
Alic ground into me from behind, silent, feral, and god help me, I loved it. I wanted him to lose control, and I needed to be the reason it shattered.
Lucus stood slowly, fingers dragging off my face like silk. “Open your wings, darling. We both know how much the brute likes them.”
I unfurled them, giving Alic a show. He froze behind me, his hands gripping my wrists hard. Lucus, ever the sadist, cooed in my face, “Let’s hope he doesn’t get too excited and rip them off.”
I stilled them. No taunting for now, got it.
One of Alic’s rough hands slid up my back, his cock pressing between my cheeks. I whimpered. Then his hand lifted and—smack. The sharp slap to my ass sent a jolt straight to my cunt.
A few more came. I moaned through each one, soaking wet by the end.
Rough fingers traced my reddened skin, causing me to hiss at the burn. “So beautiful,” Alic murmured, his thick fingers plunging into me, stretching me, and my body clenched down on them tight. My vision blurred from the rush.
“Oh no, darling,” Lucus purred. “We’re not done. You owe us, and you’re going to pay up.” His voice turned commanding. “Grab them.”
Alic gripped the base of my wings, and my whole body trembled. That spot, he knew it would drive me half-mad. When he yanked me up by them, pleasure detonated.
Breathless, nearly blind with lust, I barely noticed Alic sliding his cock between my slick thighs, coating himself in me. Lucus gripped both sides of my face, tilting my head back.
“Open wide, chaos.”
His cock, massive and twitching with need, waited. My lips parted, and he didn’t give me time to prepare. He shoved himself inside.
He groaned as I gasped, opening just a bit wider, then he pushed further to take advantage, fucking into my mouth like I was his salvation.
Lucus snapped, “Why do you have to be so fucking perfect?” like it was my fault… and maybe it was.
Each rough thrust stole my breath, robbing me of any ability to think. Spit coated my lips, dripping down onto my desk. I didn’t care. I wanted him undone. I wanted them all undone.
Alic yanked my wings and drove his cock into my soaked cunt, hard, punishing, perfect. “Mine,” he growled.
Lucus followed, thrusting harder like he wanted to fight an invisible battle between them. “Mine,” he snarled.
They were wild, animalistic, and I let it consume me, the pleasure, the power. I wanted them ruined. I wanted to break them. I wanted to make them worship me.
But somewhere between the slap of skin and the helpless groans filling my office, a strange silence curled up in the center of my mind.
It was fleeting, thin as a breath, but it cut through the madness with the ease of a sharpened blade. I blinked, my lips stretched around Lucus’ cock, body straining against Alic’s, and for just a second, I felt myself.
Not the chaos. Not the hunger. Me.
The girl who never let herself be vulnerable. The girl who wrapped power around her body like armor and glittered her pain into a weapon. The girl who pretended she was above needing anyone.
And yet, here I was, craving them. Needing them. Letting them touch the parts of me that I didn’t show anyone.
They weren't just taking. I was giving. I had already given so much more than I meant to.
Was that why I felt untouchable? Powerful? Or was this the most dangerous thing I’d ever done, letting these beasts inside me, around me, underneath my skin?
Lucus’ fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me back into the moment, but I wasn’t the same anymore. Something had cracked open in that sliver of stillness.
Maybe I wasn’t meant to be above it all. Maybe I was meant to be the storm and the silence before it. The violence and the surrender.