Chapter 42
Mass Equivalence
Zoe
I think I’m dying. No actually, I’m positive that I am absolutely dying. Max literally almost fucked me to the point of no return yesterday, and today, Dean, Teddy, and Brandon are trying to murder me in training.
“You can totally do one more mile!” Brandon shouts on the treadmill next to me.
I am holding on for dear life as I continue to run at the same pace as all of them.
Typically, this isn’t a problem, however I’m pretty sure today my legs are made of gelatin and are not built to withstand any sort of body weight.
In hindsight, I should have just said I needed the day to rest after the ruthless hours of fucking yesterday.
“This is torture!” I yell back, but I continue to press on.
“No!” Dean calls from the other side of Brandon. “Torture is being kept up all night by your screams and moans. Pick up the pace.” He increases the speed on his treadmill, a signal for us all to follow suit.
I grumble a few curses at them all but increase my speed anyway.
I grind my jaw and start running faster.
The world goes a little quiet and the only sound I can hear is the muffled thump of my feet hitting the deck.
All I can think about is this plan that Brandon has put together, and little flashes of memory from last night.
Max put me in so many positions I wouldn't be able to describe them, and I was bent in ways I didn’t know were possible.
“Thinking of last night again, little devil?” Teddy says as I turn off my treadmill and wipe the sweat from my forehead.
I don’t even try to hide the smile on my lips when I toss the sweat rag towards the machine, and as expected Teddy intercepts the rag and brings the fabric to his nose.
“You are thinking about last night.” He takes another big whiff, “I can smell it in your sweat. Are you still needy, little devil?” He asks, his eyebrows dropping and eyes darkening as he steps towards me.
“Let her be, Teddy.” Dean also steps away from his machine, and he is followed by Brandon. “I’m sure she can handle a lot after last night, but I doubt she can handle your crazy ass so soon.” He and Brandon both laugh, but mine and Teddy’s face stay still as stone.
“I’m over you all underestimating me and deciding how much I can handle.” I cross my arms and step closer onwards Teddy, invading his space. “Teddy, can you take me to your basement?” I ask.
Teddy’s irises darken even more, and an evil huck falls from his smirk, “It would be an honor.” Teddy whisks me up and into his arms into a bridal carry and doesn’t take his time exiting the gym.
“Hey! We are still training!” Dean roars from behind us, but instead of standing his ground, he and Brandon both follow closely behind.
It seems like we reach the basement in a matter of seconds. Teddy plops me down right in the middle of a work table that I know for a fact was just cleaned of blood a matter of hours ago.
“Shall we let them watch, my little devil?” Teddy asks, holding me by my jaw.
“Do you think they can stomach it, Teddy Bear?” I look up at him from my lowered brows.
Teddy glances over his shoulder and takes a few seconds to look over both Dean and Brandon and lets a dark chuckle rumble from his chest, “No. But they're going to watch anyway.”
A cruel smile casts across my face, and I spare a short glance to see Dean and Brandon both shift on their feet, oblivious to our secret conversation.
Teddy turns his back on me to fully face the other two who have no clue they’re about to be cuckolded in the most devious of ways.
“You two will sit and stay sitting. If you move or come and try to touch her whatsoever, it will be the last thing you do.” Teddy says in the coldest and most detached voice I’ve ever heard come from him.
“Teddy, are you threatening to kill either of us if we try to touch our girl?” Brandon asks.
A growl comes from Teddy, and his possessiveness sends a pool of lava straight to my core.
“In here, she is mine. And only mine.” Teddy pulls from the neck of his shirt and gracefully pulls it over his head, stripping it clean from his body to reveal an already sweat glistening muscular back. “And yes. You touch her, you die.”
Not waiting for a response from either of them he turns back to me, and a darkness has taken over his features and my body starts to hum in recognition.
This is the Teddy that mirrors my crazy. The Teddy that mirrors my societal disconnect. The Evil One, Maloch, Lord of the Flies, Prince of Darkness, my Serpent… My Devil.
“There you are.” I whisper and I extend my arm out to run my fingers across his chest, never breaking our eye contact. “I’ve missed you.”
He blinks down at me, and in a flash of speed his hand locks around my throat and I'm roughly pushed and turned to lay flat on the metal table.
His breathing is ragged, but he drags his nose along the length of my neck to the spot under my ear, taking in a deep inhale of my scent before releasing a puff of hot air against my now chilled flesh.
He releases his grip and rushes towards the speakers. I lay still but I keep my eyes on him, and the second music starts to fill the room, I recognize the melody immediately.
Hypnosis by Sleep Token plays loudly and fills in the entire room, the bass shaking his tools on the metal tray. I can see Brandon and Dean exchange worried glances in my peripheral vision, but I don’t let my eyes stray from the Devil that has possessed me.
His eyes lock onto me as he pokes at his tools, when his fingers land on a very eye-catching blade my eyes flare and he seems to catch my shift in demeanor.
Teddy grabs the fixed blade knife. The hilt is short and black, carved in the shape of the base of an antler.
The blade is also black except for the silver tip that keeps catching the light.
And as if he noticed the way the gleam caught my eyes, the lights in the room change to a deep red color, casting an ambiance around the room to feel like he has truly dragged me to his kingdom of hell.
Teddy finally reaches the table I’m sprawled out on and hovers over me.
Swiftly he swipes the blade down the front of my top and my bra, he knicks my skin and I gasp.
Dean jumps up but when Teddy catches his movement and turns sharply towards him, Dean slowly sits back in his chair, not daring to say a word.
Teddy is a skilled knifeman; he wouldn’t have sliced me unless it was on purpose. I can feel the blood begin to bubble in the shallow cut in the tender spot between my breasts.
The blood begins to run with each rise and fall of my chest. Teddy licks his lips as he stares down at me and then cuts my shorts away from my body. Another dark chuckle falls from his lips when he sees I neglected to wear any panties today.
Once I’m completely bare to him, he stands on the opposite side of the table so Brandon and Dean can see each of his movements. Teddy’s fingers find themselves in my mouth, pushing them as far as he can go until I gag, making my spit coat his digits.
He trails his now soaked fingers down my chin, then neck, and then to my fresh chest wound.
The cold air hits the wet trail he’s left down my neck, but I suddenly warm when he continues the trail.
But this I’ve not with my spit, but with my blood.
He smears a line from between my breast and down my stomach to the mound of my pussy.
At an agonizing slow pace, he finally lets his fingers reach my clit, rubbing in a gentle circle, using my own blood as lubricant. A gasp leaves me when he lets two fingers dip in and out of me and returns back to my clit, this time with more pressure and slightly faster speed.
My body arches from the metal table, and I press myself into his fingers, seeking more pressure. “More.” I moan.
Teddy complies easily and pushes two fingers into me but uses his thumb to continue circling my throbbing clit. Move to my elbows so I can see him better. I start thrusting my hips forward moving faster and faster to match his pace.
His eyes meet mine and our twisted smiles match each other just as a groan leaves my lips, I can feel the pressure building and building and just as I’m about to shatter he removes his hand from me.
“Not yet, little devil.” He says over the music. “Not yet.”
I whimper at the loss of contact, but I snap my jaw shut when he starts to slide his sweats down his legs. Not only is he not wearing underwear, but his erection bobs free, and the deep red lighting makes it seem like it's actually pulsing and almost angry.
He yanks me up by the arm and carries me to the counter just behind the table. The position we are at leaves Brandon and Dean to my left, still giving them a full view.
Teddy hooks his hands under my knees and wraps my legs around his waist. He wastes no time and runs his hand through the blood still running down my body and strokes the red liquid up and down his cock before he slides it into my pussy.
“Yes,” I moan, my head slightly falling back in relief.
I hear a click and a grinding of metal, my head snaps back up to find a revolver pointed directly between my eyes.
“Don’t tease me.” I gasp when he busies himself into me, hitting that spot that only these men seem to be able to reach.
“Little Devil.” He clicks his tongue, and his hips start to find a steady pace. “Do you trust me?”
I don’t hesitate, “Yes.”
Click, he pulled the trigger.
I moan loudly and I take the revolver from him, this time holding it between his eyes. “Do you trust me?” I ask, copying his words.
“With my life.” He groans, pumping harder into me, but being careful to not move his head.
I pull the trigger, click.
He takes the gun from me again, and I can feel that delicious swell of pressure building again. This time he held it against my jaw, “Would you die for me, Little Devil?”
“Fuck,” My voice cracks as his thrusts seem to get more brutal with each hit. “Yes.”
Click.
I take the revolver back this time pointing the muzzle to the center of his chest, “Would you let your heart stop for me?” I ask.
“Yes.” His voice is feral and frantic, and there’s a look in his eye that can only be described as manic.
Click.
He takes the gun from me again, this time, forcing the tip into my mouth, showing it as far down my throat it could go and I breath through it, trying not to gag.
“Who does your soul belong to?” He asks.
“You.” I say the best I can around the cold metal.
The pressure is too strong, and I feel the wave a second from crashing over me, when he pulls the gun from my lips, points it into the air and…
Bang.
Just as the drywall explodes and showers from the ceiling, my body explodes.
A wave of euphoria and an overwhelming bliss takes over and totally wracks my body as I scream out Teddy's name.
My legs lock around him and I can feel his cum pump into me in hot ropes as my pussy clenches and pulses in my own release.
My nails lock into the flesh of his shoulder as an animalistic sound leaves my lips. I bite into him, and the iron tang that fills my mouth reveals to me that I broke the skin and his blood is now filling my own mouth.
He roars loudly and when he drops the gun it fires off again with another bang, this time the bullet hitting a wall far away from any of us.
I feel tears brim my eyes, but not sad tears. A complete and total release of pent up emotions. A blissful feeling takes over me, and eventually my legs start to relax, and they are hanging loosely around his hips.
It’s not until I get a cramp in my jaw that I realize my teeth are still locked into his shoulder and I finally release, letting my head relax against the cabinet behind me.
The pulsing between us syncs up and I know our hearts are beating the same rhythm.
“It was loaded.” I say matter-of-factly.
“Yes.” He whispers, not a single sign of guilt showing in his eyes.
“Why two bullets?” I ask.
“Little Devil,” He plants a kiss between my eyes, exactly where he was holding that muzzle.
“If something went wrong…” He shakes his head, thinking better of the words he wants to use.
“I refuse to see what the world looks like without you in it. If you die, I die. We are one. And I refuse to survive on a planet in your absence.”
My heart swells, and I agree with such a ferocity that I know if I were the one to take his last breath, I too would refuse to see a world without my Devil.
“You live; I live.” He speaks.
“You die; I die.” I agree.
We sit and observe each other for a few long seconds. Taking in exactly what we just said to each other, and exactly what we just risked for each other.
Finally, a third voice breaks the stiff and stagnant air, bursting through the door is Max, who is furious and panicked in the face.
“Was that fucking gun shots?” He shouts and flicks another light switch changing the room to a sterile bright white.
Teddy looks over his shoulder behind him, refusing to pull out of me just yet, “Yes.”