Chapter 15 Zayn #2
I retracted my power, then pushed on inside at the invitation, Vaxan following right behind me.
Sparkling gold and crimson walls filled the space. White marble cabinets lined the far wall and I knew them to contain a whole load of BDSM-type implements. Even a neon-green studded vibrating dildo that Win and I had once—focus, Z!
“Long time, Zayn,” that silky smooth voice reached me from the circular red bed. Too smooth. Just like the slick bastard who was sprawled out in the middle of all that luxury buck-naked, his hair slicked in sweat, cum, and blood. Just like a whole lot of his body was.
Carter Alden, sorcerer.
The guy I’d basically read the riot act to when I’d first discovered what Win had been doing with him. Rosalynn had gotten the same from me.
And it had worked. They’d taken care of Win.
He just… didn’t know that I’d had any part in ensuring it.
Winter Nox was a lot of things, but street-smart wasn’t exactly one of them. Not yet, anyway. He was newly out in the world.
Before I could get a word out, the bathroom door swung open, and a vampire with shaggy green hair stumbled out in a robe, fangs dropped. He was with a werewolf who was topless, her long brown hair shielding her breasts as she zipped up her white leather pants.
The vamp snarled at us.
“Chill, Benedict,” Carter spoke, sending a spark of his peach magic toward him that tickled under the guy’s chin and had him relaxing.
“Give me a second,” Carter told them.
Benedict nodded, then snatched up a red tank from the nearby chaise and blocked our view as he helped the wolf slip it on and cover herself up. “Let’s take a breather, Maya.”
They brushed past us in the next moment and took off out of the room.
I snatched up another robe from the foot of the bed and tossed it to Carter.
“Seriously?” he grumbled.
“Put. It. On,” Vaxan ground out, his fierce tone making me swing my head toward him.
“Jeez,” Carter muttered, sluggishly sitting up, and all too slowly pulling on the robe to shield his nakedness.
“His blood is on you,” Vaxan rumbled at him.
“What? What’s the deal there, Carter? Winter doesn’t allow himself to be fed on. It’s always the other way around.”
“Well aware,” Carter said, looking hella nervous as he took in Vaxan’s state.
He looked like he was gonna pounce any second—and not in a fun way.
Carter held up a hand as he approached us.
“I didn’t feed from him. Not my thing. And those two weren’t even in here while Winter briefly was.
He came in wanting to feed, and I was all for it.
But he barely got a taste before he suddenly pulled back, lashed out at himself with his magic, then started pacing and muttering to himself about being ‘nothing but death and darkness.’ Then he took off as quickly as he’d come in.
” He looked back and forth between me and Vaxan. “Is he gonna be okay?”
“Of course,” Vaxan spoke instantly. “He was merely intoxicated.”
“You know, maybe I should reach out and—”
I pressed my hand to his chest. “I told you that was a no-go. You don’t use that number he gave you. You don’t reach out to him or form a connection beyond this… blood exchange situation.”
“We don’t exchange blood exactly.”
“I get it. You allow him a taste of yours, and you surrender and get off. It’s well understood, believe me.” As I spoke the words, I eyed Vaxan pointedly, basically my way of telling him what actually went down in this room when Win was here.
He squeezed his eyes shut, then looked away.
“Fine,” Carter muttered, pulling my attention back to him.
“So long as you keep to that you will be fine, yeah,” I ground out. “You don’t and Sylas and Cassius hear about this. Or, like I said before, I might just go straight to your idol, Kai Hunter, instead. You know, Sylas’ best fucking buddy?”
Carter was one of those Kai Hunter fanboys. The last thing he wanted was being seen in any sort of negative or problematic light by Kai.
“I’ve got it, Zayn. I promise.”
“Good. Now get out. Find another room to finish up, or whatever the fuck, with those two.”
He smirked at me, then snapped his fingers, dressing and cleaning himself. I rolled my eyes as he then stood there in a trench coat that was a dark-red version of Kai’s. Jeez. This fucking fanboy thing was another level sometimes. He’d even moussed his hair like the infamous sorcerer’s too.
He gave Vaxan a chin lift, then nervously swept past him, leaving the room.
As soon as he was gone, Vaxan rounded on me. “Winter has been feeding to… feel alive?”
“That’s the gist of it, yeah.”
“He hasn’t mentioned a thing about it.”
“And he won’t. He’s ashamed.”
“Ashamed? The shame only lies in the fact that he’s all alone in this need, buried beneath the heavy secret of it.”
I smiled.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re just… exactly what he needs when it comes to the issue he has with this.”
My phone chimed, cutting through our conversation.
Yeah, chimed. I’d made a special tone for Evira’s messages.
“It’s Evira,” I told Vaxan, as I pulled my phone from my leather jacket pocket.
Focusing, I swiped open the message that had come in.
Evira: Got a lock on Winter’s scent. I’ll approach and contain. Standby.
Zayn: Will do, icicle.
I relayed the information to Vaxan and stowed my phone away.
“We should be there for him also,” he announced, about to go around me to the exit.
I dodged into his path, blocking his way.
“You mean the guy he ran away from? And me, the guy who’s been breaking his heart?”
He glared at me for several tense moments.
And then he blew out a breath and rubbed his crown. “I cannot believe you are functioning as the voice of reason currently.”
“Yeah, well, this entire night has been an epic mind-fuck, so just go with it.”
More glaring.
And then he startled me as he snapped his fingers and his citrine magic swept through the room in the form of a sparkling wave that sanitized and tidied everything until it was in an immaculate state again.
“What the—”
He moved up close, making my words—and breath—catch in my throat.
“You’re correct. We need to wait.”
I swallowed. “Well… good.”
“Yes,” he uttered, a snake-like hiss along for the ride this time as he raked his gaze over me.
I shifted under the scrutiny and sucked in an unsteady breath. “Glad we finally agree on—”
His hand shot out and grasped my jaw.
“Kneel to me.”
Fuck.
It was happening.
It was actually… here.
I smirked at him as our gazes clashed. “Oh, hell, yeah.”
His enthralling serpentine eyes burned into mine. They were really something. Fucking gorgeous. And they held me captive.
Nah, truth was, I let them hold me captive.
I wanted them to.
Because this heat flooding my veins as the intensity ramped up between us and it just being us in this moment was being threatened by that itch under my skin that willed me to resist the vulnerability of it, to stop myself from succumbing.
But I wanted to fall into it. I did.
I was just… that part of me that felt shame for submitting in any way always tried to fucking ruin—
“All is well.”
Vaxan’s soothing tone brought me out of my head, and I blinked up at him.
“All right?” he asked, stroking back and forth along my jawline.
“Uh-huh.” I nodded. Eagerly, actually.
And then that heat was back, that need blazing between us.
“Very good.” He brushed his lips over my cheek and whispered in hot, sexy words, “Then kneel, smoldering beauty.”
I sank to my knees, his fingers still holding my jaw.
“Beauty, huh?” I uttered up at him.
“Certainly.”
He ran the pad of his thumb back and forth over my bottom lip, and I parted them.
He eased inside, sliding his thumb along my tongue, and my eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation. Yes.
“Do you wish to taste me on this delectable tongue?”
I nodded, almost in a fucking trance because the whole thing was so intense.
He was so intense, and when that slammed up against what I was bringing, it really was a whole other level.
He shifted his weight, and my gaze dropped to his pants and the very prominent bulge now there pushing against the luxurious black fabric.
My own cock was growing so fucking heavy as it was, need building to a painful degree.
So much so that I lashed out, my magic sparking over his pants, ripping open his belt and jerking down his fly.
A dark chuckle escaped him. “I see you’re desperate to open for me.”
My heart was pounding like crazy, and I knew he could sense it with his Basilisk animal abilities.
He freed his cock and shoved his pants and boxer briefs down to his thighs.
Holy. Shit.
He wasn’t just packing a whole lot, he was all scaled-out there.
His big, thick cock was fucking armored with black snake-like scales with shimmering yellow-green veins laced through them forming cobra markings.
“My flame?” I croaked, figuring that’s why he’d called the scales into play. “The dangers of our natures colliding, one of us losing control in the moment?”
He nodded.
“Then I can safely do this?” I blew a wisp of my pink magic down the length of his shaft.
His scales shimmered, and he hissed, his cock jerking, precum leaking from the tip. Mmm.
“Curses,” he exclaimed.
And then he fisted my hair and dragged his cock all over my face.
The heat from my own magic seeped into me, and it was fucking awesome. I pushed back against him, nuzzling against his cock and darting my tongue out when he dragged it over my mouth.
He slapped it against my lips, my nose, and I felt his sticky precum as he then rubbed himself over my forehead, my hair, and my cheeks. Fucking using me. The degradation of it had my stomach flipping, my cock leaking into my pants like crazy.
Wait.
I shouldn’t… being used… commanded… dominated… I couldn’t just accept it. Could I? I shouldn’t and—
He grasped my nape and stilled against my cheek. “You’re being a very good boy for me,” he uttered, his rumbling voice rolling right through me, and lighting me the fuck up.
Yeah. Yeah, it was okay. It felt good. Really fucking good.