Chapter 11
CAT
“We need to go now,” I argued, shrugging out from Death’s embrace to pace towards the window in the small, cosy bedroom on the Bridestone House’s second floor.
Everywhere I looked was dark purple tartan furnishings, and a fireplace crackled and spat embers opposite the wrought-iron bed.
It all gave the impression of being in a Scottish castle, and I would have loved it if I wasn’t petrified to never see Tor again.
“I don’t like it either,” Miz said, watching me cross my arms, “but Cruelty will expect us to go running over there now.”
“She has him at Ford,” I stressed. “We know exactly where he is, and we can—”
“Walk directly into a nasty trap?” Death finished, exchanging his clothes for black cotton pyjama bottoms, the vast expanse of his chest on show.
“You know that’s not what I was going to say,” I snapped, refusing to get distracted by the muscles on show.
Outside, it had begun to rain heavily again, but at least the hail that brought the envelope hadn’t returned.
Neither had the screaming winds. The moorland was suspiciously empty, grass and stones stretching out as far as I could see, the Bridestones like sentinels watching over the house.
Not that they’d helped much; Cruelty still got to us, still gloated and threatened in her note.
“Deep breath,” Madde murmured, picking me up by wrapping both arms, octopus-style, around my middle. My legs dangled, feet inches above the plush tartan carpet. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll storm Ford, rescue Tor, and turn Cruelty and Violence into a blood splatter fireworks show. Boom!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the visual, imagining bits of gore spinning on a Catherine wheel, their heads flying into the air on rockets before exploding into a shower of blood and bone fragments.
“I know how to help you relax.” Madde rocked me gently side to side as if that would magically pop the bubble of my panic. “Oh! And I bet we can make you come so hard you pass out and have a good night’s sleep.”
“Doubtful,” I muttered. When Madde stiffened in offense, I quickly added, “I don’t know if I’ll sleep until Tor’s home. I’m not criticising your skills.”
“Either way,” he replied, carrying me towards the bed. “I’d better refresh your memory, in case you’ve forgotten.” He gave a slanted grin to Death and Miz. “You can help.”
I bounced when I hit the mattress, hot with frustration and a little arousal that turned into a lot of arousal when I saw the way Miz and Death watched me. The hungry stares of wolves waiting to sink their teeth into soft flesh.
“Be right back,” Madde announced, flouncing around the bed and out the door. “Just gotta grab something real quick.”
“Lube?” Misery guessed, prowling onto the bed and kissing me hard and deep with little warning. My hands fluttered before they landed on his chest, the sudden scorch of his kiss stroking through every sensitive spot on my body.
“Restraints?” Death offered.
I might have offered my own guess, but I was too busy being kissed senseless by my husband, clutching at his body as he pressed me into the mattress.
Miz parted my thighs with a knee and put pressure on my clit, sparking my arousal into a roaring flame.
I sank my hands into his long hair and took control of the kiss, delighting in the groan he released when I scraped his tongue with my teeth.
I was so consumed by him that I didn’t notice Madde return until his voice burst into the room. “Whoop, whoop! Pretty boy’s here!”
“I never okayed that name,” Pain said with a laugh.
I dropped my head against the pillow with a breathless noise, all my attention going to my newest bonded one.
He was already facing my direction, already fixated on me if the intent expression on his face was anything to judge by.
I jumped at the soft, velvety brush of a shadow over my ankle, watched it coil around me, my skin tingling where its cool touch stroked.
When I looked back at Miz, he was wearing a predatory smile that made me nervous.
“Get her other leg,” he told Pain, accepting him so easily that my heart swelled. Even though I knew it was only temporary, and his defences were down because Cruelty had Tor. My Misery was nothing if not extremely territorial and jealous.2
A quiver went up my other leg when Pain wound a shadow around it, goosebumps rising on my skin. I looked from him to the others, greedy for the sight of them.
“Here’s my plan,” Misery said against my neck, kissing his way down my body, using the razor edge of dark magic to slice the loose shirt and pants I’d been wearing into ribbons that fell off my body. “First, make you wish you’d never walked away from us.”
“I did that to save you,” I protested. “Which worked, by the way.”
I felt his smile against my collarbone. He paused to kiss the spot where the choker had gouged its way into me, and for the first time I thought to wonder if it had left a mark on me, if I’d see Cruelty’s toxic obsession every time I looked in the mirror.
“Second,” he said, biting my collarbone and making me inhale sharply, “give you so much pleasure that it reaches Tor through the bond.”
Heat flared through the place our souls met a millisecond before Madde jumped onto the bed, the impact of him hitting the mattress enough to send me and Miz a few centimetres into the air.
“Cannonball,” he announced a beat too late, his blue eyes glowing as he looked down at me, his eyes scouring from my face to my bare chest, to the shreds of fabric that remained at my legs. “That is, honest to gods, the prettiest pussy I have ever laid eyes on.”
The compliment went right to my chest, warming me from the inside out.
“One sec,” he said when I began to reply, shimmying down the bed. “Need a taste real quick.”
I moaned, tightening my grip on Miz’s hair and demanding another kiss as Madde ate my pussy like the madman he was. It was far from a quick taste; he didn’t come up for air for minutes.
“God,” I gasped at a particularly ferocious lick, everything tightening inside me. My body had been numb and empty for days, and all my sensitivity came back at once, making my eyes roll. “Miz, please.”
“You can come,” he said, kissing down my throat, sucking a mark around my pulse.
Madness dimpled my thighs with a possessive grip, holding me still as he used his whole mouth to bring me to the edge, Pain’s shadows keeping me trapped, Death’s eyes a physical touch I felt even when I screwed my eyes shut.
When Miz grabbed a fistful of my hair, gripping so tight that fireworks raced across my scalp and down my spine, my orgasm charged through me like a storm. Shaking my legs, rattling my vocal cords as I moaned in broken gasps, making my bones bow like trees caught in a violent wind.
I’d barely caught my breath when Madde was pulled away, a feral sound rumbling in his chest as he licked every drop of me from his lips, his fingers.
Death took his place, his fingers wrapping warmth around my throat as he tilted my head up for a kiss that left me even more dazed.
The luxurious glide of his other hand up the outside of my thigh was the only warning he gave before his cock sank into my molten pussy.
“God,” I gasped, struggling to process the onslaught of sensations as he immediately set a steady pace, the angle of him carefully curated to ruin me. “Death—”
He kissed me as deep and hot as his cock stroked within me, the same thorough, sensuous motion, the same dedication and passion. I locked my thighs around him, one hand in Miz’s hair, the other grasping frantically for the back of Death’s head as he worked me up so quickly.
“Can I have another taste?” Madde pleaded. “I’m in withdrawals.”
“How?” Death asked in a rough, gravelled voice that vibrated into my chest and down to all my nerve endings.
“I’m a resourceful man,” Madde replied, lying beside us and smiling up at me so beautifully that it made my breath catch.
Death clasped my thighs and moved back, grinding deep inside me, and Madde immediately claimed the space to fasten his lips around my clit. When Pain’s shadows began to wind higher up my thighs, my toes curl. “Death, please—”
His lips fanned kisses over my brow, the affection reaching into the heart of my bruised soul, soothing all my fear at least for the moment. “Try again, little one.”
“Daddy, I need—”
Madde sucked harder, running his tongue around my clit while it was still inside his mouth, and Death’s strokes took on a rougher edge, demanding my climax instead of merely coaxing me to the edge.
Tingling, electric heat washed over my body, making my neck arch, my back curve, and my toes lock in rapid, shivering succession.
“I know what you need, my little bride,” Death promised, and gave me exactly that, fucking me into a release so all-consuming that the world went dark, my entire body turned to white-hot pleasure, and nothing else existed.3
“Pretty boy’s turn,” Madde said eagerly, the first words to grace my ears in hours, years.
“God,” I groaned, rubbing my face, my whole body limp and heavy.
“Gods, plural,” Miz said, nipping my ear.
“I don’t think I can move,” I admitted with a laugh. “Ever again.”
“That’s a shame, my universe,” he said, trailing kisses down my throat. “I was hoping you’d take my cock in that tempting ass of yours and ride me until my brain shut down.”
His words were like a match thrown in a drum of fuel, and my temperature shot higher, my need like a wildfire.
“Yes,” I breathed, scraping my teeth over my lips when Death withdrew, slowly enough that I felt eyes drop of cum drip from me, sending my need to a fever pitch.
“All of that. Everything—” I watched my Pain crawl closer, his shadows coiling around my inner thighs, dragging me to him until our hips met. “I want everything.”