Chapter Twenty-Three
Hack
To borrow an anthros idiom, Faloria was a bust.
Shortly after we decided that it would be best for Sage and I to sneak into Faloria looking for the asshole professor who’s been a thorn in our side since…
well, the very beginning, we turned right back around.
The brunie was right, his nephilim boss had been there for a while but when we arrived, he was long gone and the entire place was as dark as the cooled embers of lava. Empty and ominous.
It turns out he’s at his Staten Island home where he stalked and harassed my chosen, meaning this whole situation has come full circle.
I wish I could tie him up with a bow and present him as a bonding gift to Sage then choke him with the ribbon until his last breath is an apology.
But he’s not my gift to give. She’s the one who is actively looking for him, therefore, it’s her kill.
That being said, if she’s uncomfortable killing with intention, then I’ll be more than happy to step in. Fuck the knights in shining armor; that shit tends to rust. I’ll be her demon bathed in vengeance, which never goes out of style.
“We need a plan.” The wind is howling in the wide streets of Staten Island today, but Sage is hyper focused.
Even as I speak to her, she doesn’t dare look away from the professor’s front door.
It’s an apartment building, tall and narrow with maybe three apartments on each floor, his being one of the two in the middle.
That’s going to be a problem if we don’t play our cards right.
“We have one and it’s simple.” Obviously. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the Hollywood action movie that’s no doubt playing in her mind as we speak.
“No, you have a goal, but it’s not a plan.
You can’t just walk in there and go bloody, shiny goddess on him.
” I frown because things aren’t that simple, are they?
“Or maybe it’s the angel that’s shiny and the goddess is bloody?
” This gets her attention and even earns me a small smile for my troubles.
“I see your point.” With a heavy sigh like she’s truly disappointed she can’t just turn him into a charred piece of meat and move on, she throws her arms to the side and groans. “Can we at least make him suffer? He took my best friend and then tried to kill you.”
It doesn’t escape my notice that she’s always worried about others. That piece of wasted breath tried to kill her, too, but she doesn’t even care about that.
“Satapti.” At the tone of my voice, her eyes glaze over, her teeth trapping that perfectly plump bottom lip and making me lose my train of thought.
When her palms come to my chest and she looks up at me with those intense eyes of hers, I figure what difference does it make if we kill him now or in ten minutes? None.
Without giving it a second thought, I pull her into the nearest alley and slam her against the brick wall, not even apologizing for the roughness of it all.
By the hungry look on her face, I may have amped up her libido.
Now that she’s a kyn, I don’t fear hurting her.
I don’t fear losing her. I don’t fear a fucking thing because, together, we are unstoppable.
“Does killing our enemies make your pussy nice and wet, Satapti?” I press my big body flush to hers and thrust my hips into her, making her moan long and loud. “If I dip my fingers inside, am I going to get drenched?”
“Yes and yes.” Like a hungry little kitten, Sage rubs herself against me, mewling with need.
“Take your pants off, Satapti, so I can fuck you raw before you get your first sweet taste of revenge.” Her first instinct is to protest, but when I pull back just enough for her to see my raised brow, she grins.
“Oh, this is going to come in really handy.” Then she closes her eyes and two seconds later, her jeans and undies are gone and my cock is freed from the constraints of my leather pants.
The instant I feel the cold air on my balls, I slam inside her and revel at the sound of her breath being expelled from her lungs by the force of my thrust.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me, Sage.
Every. Fucking. Inch.” I accentuate each word with my dick bottoming out so deep inside her that her screams are silent.
She’s beautiful when she’s impaled on cock.
She’s always fucking gorgeous but there’s something about the trust she fully has in me that makes it all extra perfect.
“I need…” I interrupt her next words with my tongue in her mouth, claiming her, tasting her, owning her the same way she owns me.
Not to mention, I know exactly what she needs.
As I’m ravaging her with my lips and mouth, capturing every one of her moans and swallowing them down so they’re close to my cold, black heart, my vines come out to play.
That’s what she needs. All of me. I’d fuck her in demon form but that would be awkward and kissing with a mouthful of pumpkin is the opposite of sexy.
“Yes! Goddess, yes!”
I freeze and everything stops. The fucking, the kissing, the vine slithering around her limbs.
“What the fuck, Hack? I was about to come!”
“Ah, can we not call out to your mother while I’m balls deep inside you?” My words surprise her, confuse her even. I can practically see her mind rewinding the last three seconds of our fucking before she erupts in a deep, throaty laugh that only makes me harder.
“Duly noted, my demon soulmate.”
“Fuck! You slay me.” I pull back and plunge right back inside her, my head thrown back and my heart full.
“Yeah, if I can’t mention my mother, you can’t use your brother as a verb while fucking me.” I frown, my eyes bouncing back and forth from her blue to her brown. “I slay you?”
Oh.
“Agreed.” Her fingers dig into the back of my head and her mouth slams against mine, effectively shutting us both up in lieu of a soul burning kiss.
We fuck like we’re about to go into battle, and maybe we are.
I have no fucking clue what we’ll find there and this kiss is just a reminder that, no matter what, we have each other.
“I love you, Hack. From my heart to my soul and everywhere in between.” Damn, this little witch will be the glorious death of me.
“You fucking better because nothing, not life, not death, not fear of the unknown can keep us apart now.” It’s on that last thrust that my chosen comes, my vines squeezing all of her erogenous zones at the same time.
She screams and it fills the entire alley with her voice, her pleasure, her loud love for me.
When I come, I give her my all, pumping every last drop of my cum inside her tight little cunt and reveling in the feel of her squeezing my cock as she takes it in, keeps it. Needs it.
Both of us out of breath, I press my forehead to hers and breathe in her panted gasps.
“I love you Satapti.” She smiles and I smile right back. “Now, let’s go kill a motherfucker.”
We’re standing at the front of the professor’s building, staring at the wood and glass door, a small obstacle on our way to getting our hands on him.
“Can you be discreet and unlock it without setting fire to it?” I’m only half joking, she’s still new at this magical business.
“You didn’t seem to have that concern when you were trying to pump me full of your dick.” I think I hit a nerve.
“I was a little preoccupied.”
Standing to my right, she looks up at me and sticks her tongue out and I swear to fuck, I want to suck it into my mouth for hours on end.
“Can’t we just…I don’t know, walk through it?”
I shrug and realize she’s actually afraid of setting the door on fire or causing the whole building to collapse. Or something equally as devastating.
“We’re not spirits, Satapti. Thank fuck.”
“Right, right.” Doing a full body shake like she’s pumping herself up for a big fight, she pretends to crack her neck right, then left.
The tiny click of the lock sliding free is barely audible but we both hear it and the smile that spreads across her face is fucking majestic.
“I’m going to reward you for a job well done, Satapti, and I promise it’ll make you come multiple times.
” Her light laughter rings all around us as we step inside the building.
As soon as we do, the entire aura of the place becomes suffocating.
We were afraid to hurt anthros trying to live their normal lives but I can’t feel a single one in here.
Instead, I feel an oppressive number of dark, sinister souls, or spirits, without an ounce of light inside them roaming all over the fucking place.
They can’t hurt us at least. If anything, they should be terrified that I’m here.
“We’re going to need back up.” I nod to Sage. Her whispered words are spot on. The sheer number of souls is going to be a distraction we can’t afford.
Sliding out my phone, I go into my group chat with my brothers and send them a pin of where we are with only three letters.
Me: SOS
I figured we’d wait, maybe keep a low profile while the supernatural ignore our presence, but no such fucking luck for us today.
“I heard you were looking for me.” Fuck that guy and his nasally voice. Since when are nephilim so fucking annoying and evil?
“You heard right.” No time like the present to kill a bitch.
“Well, come and get me.”
Because my killing instincts are greater than my survival ones, I take a step forward but stop when Sage latches on to my hand and pulls me back.
“It’s a trap. I can feel it.” Trusting my chosen without a moment’s hesitation, I step right back to where I was. The asshole stands at the top of the massive staircase in the middle of the building that leads to the second floor, a sneer deforming his mouth.
I think I can take him. If Sage uses a shield, I’m confident I can reach him before he knows I’m coming. The vibration in my pants alerts me that at least one of the brothers has seen my message and I don’t need to look at it to know they’re all on their way, no matter what they were doing.