Chapter 14
Fourteen
I can feel her body brace as I run my tongue over my teeth. Her taste mixed with her poisoned blood I know is going to become an addiction. I’ve never tasted blue belladon before, but now I know why people have died simply for wanting just a taste.
The aftershocks of her orgasm I can feel with my hand still over her stomach. The slight twitches even though she doesn’t seem to register them. Her hand in my hair is gripped tight around the strands and her other wrapped around my wrist has her nails embedded again.
“Breathe, Trouble. Remember to breathe,” I instruct and this time she listens.
Her first inhale choked, but it’s an inhale nonetheless and then she exhales it. Shakey and chopped, but she breathes in and out. The agony written on her face making me want to falter for a moment but she needs this.
Keeping my eyes on her, I stick and flatten my tongue out again before swiping it through her folds. I may not need to drink blood, but I’d drink her all day just like this if she’d let me. Her hips don’t twitch this time so I give her a minute to readjust and keep breathing.
It might be sick, doing what my father’s twin did to her, but she was the one to approach me. She was the one to ask me to help her. Eventually we’ll weave out the sexual acts so she can stand the pain on her own, but for now it works.
My father had told me everything his brother did to her when he found out she was attending the school.
He doesn’t know why a vampire tried turning her or why the Mage Board wanted her here, but he wanted to try righting the wrongs of his brother.
That started with figuring out where she had been staying, and I gave the information to Callahan knowing he’d get the succubus and witch out here.
We didn’t plan for her to stay, though. I figured she would be gone, back at her home with her makeshift family, but I’m not complaining. Not as I swipe my tongue through her again and this time I can feel the slight shudder from her.
I want all of her. I want her magic free, claiming as it had been last night when she was trying to make a point to Castiel. I want her scent marked on every part of my body. I want her spread just like this so I can feast whenever I want.
I shift my hand and her jaw clenches tighter as her chest heaves.
Her perky little breasts just enough for each of my hands raising up and down with the action.
Wrapping my lips around her clit again, I flick my tongue hard making her expression faulter from complete agony to slight pleasure.
Then I suck and I can feel the tremors from her muscles beneath my hand.
I’m going to make her come again and again until she can’t feel the pain anymore.
I’m going to pleasure her with my body until she completely forgets about that fucking devil and what he did to her.
. . .
Her eyes flutter close as I pull the blanket over and let her sleep.
She did good today. We’ll do more tomorrow.
Despite how furious the guys will be, I don’t care.
She could have said no or backed out herself.
For now I will listen if she says no. We’ll be discussing safe words and hard no’s later.
I let her sleep and return back to my office space. When I enter the room there’s another presence already here. My office chair with the back facing me and a glass already full of dark liquid that I did not pour.
When he turns in the chair, icy eyes the same as mine greet me.
“The Dean won’t be happy about you in the school without his notice.”
My father ignores my lip and gets straight to the point – as always.
“Have you seen her soul?”
I go over to my bar cart and pour myself a glass of what he took upon himself to have. Taking a sip, it only lightly burns down my throat.
Turning to face him, I lean against the sturdy cart and finally answer him.
“I have.” He raises a brow that I’m tempted to roll my eyes like Trouble would have.
He shakes his head at me and my uncooperativeness.
Not that he’s truly irritated or annoyed.
My father, a devil with all the natures of one, is an anomaly with his character.
The worst he’s ever done is just barely raise his voice at me.
Even when I crashed my motorcycle into the living room at home when I was sixteen.
“I don’t think she knows,” I offer. He picks up his drink and takes a sip.
“Does she know you’re fated?”
I glance over at the doorway that leads to where she’s peacefully sleeping. Her eyes always staring right at mine whenever she gets the chance.
“I’m sure she can feel all the ties within her. She just cannot see my soul.”
My father deflates in my chair and I almost feel bad about bringing that up.
“What are you planning to do then? You were willing to let her go back to Earth if she wanted that. What if she decides to accept the other fates?”
I loosely shake my head. “There’s more going on, especially since she’s fated to Callahan and Castiel. I think part of her soul knows, or at least suspects, and that’s why she pushes them away more than the rest of us.”
I grip my glass tighter and mentally flip fate off for the twisted fucking joke being played.
“How does this even happen?” I ask. Not specifically to my father, but just to say it out loud. “She’s cursed to pain when anyone touches her, yet she’s fated to five celestials. Three of whom need to kill her to fulfill their own fates.”
The muscles in my back strain and I try to stretch them out to relieve the tension. My body knowing we are missing something on a physical level. Because even when an angel conceals their wings, we always feel them.
My father’s head bows. “Do you think Callahan and Castiel will be able to go against it?”
I shake my head. “It will be Callahan’s true form and while Mavyn was able to dominate the Kolasi, Callahan’s true form is in line with death, fate, and balance. If it was just death and fate then maybe, but balance will overcome whatever moral or will he has.”
I down the rest of my drink and still, the burn barely does anything as I swallow.
“And Castiel,” I continue, “was quite literally molded to be her end. Despite the fates written, his mother corrupted his blood and soul. In the end there will be no choice for him either.”
“Do they know?”
“No.” I run my tongue over my teeth and then shake my head for good measure. “They won’t until she reveals her true form.”
“And Varian? Does he know?”
I hum to myself and contemplate if it’s possible or not. “I think it’s possible he does know everything. Maybe not about who she is, but about the fates and prophecies. He’s seen Callahan’s soul, but because of the blood oaths he won’t be able to say anything.”
“Have you spoken to Edmond?”
“No. But he knows who she is. It’s not like she can change her features. He just can’t say anything either.”
My father hums to himself and finishes his drink before standing. “Are you going to help her in fulfilling her prophecy? Are you going to help her in breaking the veil separating the gods and making him remembered?”
Setting my empty glass down, I straighten and face my father. The devil who learned who the little girl locked away in his brother’s house was and did not help her. The male now who is repenting for his past and willing to do what he can for her.
“She’s my fated, father.” Despite what she believes about the topic and choices being taken away.
“And when she asks me to destroy her soul, because the clever woman will figure out that’s the only way for the three of us to fulfill our prophecies without her actually dying, then I will be there to help her not be consumed by the darkness of her true form. ”
Hope shines in his eyes mutedly as he solemnly nods. “And what happens if you are consumed when your soul is destroyed along with hers?”
I shrug and stretch out my back again.
“I will have my wings and I will be able to be one with my true form. You cannot become a monster when you’re already one.”
“And what if when your fates with her are severed you don’t want her anymore?”
My expression darkens as I let my true form consume my eyes. We peer at my father and lowly growl at those words. Not that he’s effected by it. He simply waits calmly.
“I will tell you exactly what Thorne will tell her. She is mine, and I am hers. In every lifetime.”
Despite my hatred for that way of thinking, there is some truth to it. Being fated, in a sense, does take your choice away. But I can feel it through my true form. Something that goes over the primordials. Something that is higher than fate.
My father nods and comes over to place a hand on my shoulder. “Then whatever you need, I am here.”
I nod my thanks, and then my father steps away and lets shadows consume him as he twists away. Back to home with my mother and sister. Leaving me here and a very long road ahead.