Chapter 23 #2
“Voss, Vega’s twin, with the fire magic?
He’s been in charge of the Court of Wolves and The Eternal Outcasts since Viktor was killed.
” Silvana let out a muffled giggle and I wanted to elbow her because this wasn’t the time for laughter.
But I withheld—I knew she was thinking about the joy Raiden felt over killing the male who’d kidnapped him and tried to kill Silvana.
“Voss reported to Keres at the last meeting I was called into. He inquired about his sister after… everything, and Keres told him to go back.”
The group of us nodded for a moment before I finally turned and started walking again. “Well, at least I know who I’m looking for now.”
“Wait, you can’t possibly think to go after him,” Cora stated, but I had nothing left to talk about.
“Oh, he fully intends to go after him,” Silvana replied.
“Cedar, he’ll kill you! He’s one of Keres’s strongest and oldest soldiers. You’d probably be dead already if Silv hadn’t come along to save you just now.”
I spun around, my gaze snapping to hers like it was pulled there by pure magic.
Holding the severed head to my side, I cleared my throat.
“Silv? Take this with you. There is a tavern a couple blocks down, we’ve been there.
Take Bastian with you, find a corner table in the back, head in the middle of the table, and wait for me there, please. ”
“And you and Cora will be?” she questioned as she took the head from my fist.
“Chatting for a moment. We’ll be right along.
I promise not to permanently harm a precious hair on her head for you, darling.
I did, after all, just save her life a few moments ago.
” Cora scoffed and I grit my teeth together in a poor effort at calming my already frayed nerves.
I hadn’t eaten in days, everything tasted like dirt, and it was taking all of my will power not to sink myself into her in every way possible.
I didn’t need the distraction that was her, but it seemed like she was here to stay for the night and I could use Silvana’s help with this.
Silvana and Bastian started walking the opposite way as I grabbed Cora’s arm and dragged her down a nearby alleyway.
She wiggled, trying to pull her arm from my grasp, but I just squeezed tighter until we were far enough into the darkness that I didn’t have to be concerned about someone happening upon us.
“Let me go,” she whispered as she tried once again to pull her arm away. I finally released her only to push her up against a nearby wall. Moving in closer so there was no room left between us, I fought the urge to rip her throat out.
“Listen closely, Princess, as I have no intention of repeating myself again tonight.” She glared up at me, but her attention was rapt.
“I did not ask for your opinion on my plan, nor do I want it. You’re welcome to return to the manor at any time this evening.
Especially since you’re nothing but a liability.
I can have Bastian escort you back, but I’m here to stay as I have a job to do. Any questions?”
I watched as her eyes darted back and forth between mine and her chest heaved with indignation. She was angry—good. I preferred her that way. Sadness didn’t work for me. Her about to be killed? Definitely didn’t work for me.
Watching as she started to open her mouth, I quickly raised my hand to cover it for her. “No, it was rhetorical. I’m not actually interested in any questions you may have.”
“And if you get yourself killed?” she asked, her words muffled behind my hand but still clear enough to understand.
I wanted to laugh at the idea of it all.
But instead my hand slowly grazed down from her mouth until it rested along the base of her throat, my thumb setting above her pulse point, the uptick of the beat causing my mouth to water.
“Death and I are old friends, Princess. Do try not to worry about me too much,” I whispered as I pressed myself against her. She arched back, pressing her core against my thigh. “Tell me why whenever you speak to me, it’s always with disdain?”
I wasn’t sure why the question fell from my lips, but once it was out I refused to regret it. Her gaze dropped from my eyes to my mouth and before I could think about it further, I had her spun around, her chest pressed against the stone wall.
She let out a surprised gasp and tried to pull away from me, but one hand found her throat while the other squeezed her hip. “Shh, let me take care of you, Princess. Less words and more feeling. We’re better at that.”
My hand grazed along her hip bone before sinking into her tights and between her thighs. I wasted no time burying two fingers within her cunt. “Already so ready for me, Cora,” I whispered against her shoulder. “Are you like this for every male who touches you, or just me?”
She bit her lip, as if she wasn’t going to answer me, but I squeezed her throat and pushed her head back against my chest so I could look into her eyes. “Tell me, Cora—the truth.”
“Just you, Cedar. Just you,” she whimpered as my thumb found her clit and started rubbing in feverish circles. “Please let me come.”
“Good girl,” I praised. “Now soak my hand, Princess.”
She tried to nod, but I cut off her air supply as I curled my fingers inside of her, hitting that perfect spot as my thumb pressed down on her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed as her cunt squeezed around my fingers, an orgasm washing over her beautiful features.
I kept my hand loosely around her throat as she caught her breath, pulling the opposite hand from her tights.
“Open,” I commanded. She did what I asked of her as I stuck my two fingers fully into her mouth.
Her plush lips closed around them and sucked all her juices off as I tried to ignore how much my cock was pressed against the material of my pants.
I knew I shouldn’t. I knew this was a shit idea, but I was going to do it anyway—anything to take my mind off the idea of her blood and fucking her again.
“On your knees.” It came out more as a command than a request. Part of me thought she’d do as I asked, but instead she looked down at the ground covered in puddled rain from the night prior and Fates only knew what else.
A delicate arched brow was all I got in return.
My hand was on her shoulder as I shoved her down to her knees where I wanted her before she could mutter something that would inevitably piss me off.
“Open your mouth, Princess,” I said as my teeth ground together, her piercing eyes glaring up at me.
She was on her knees in this filthy fucking alleyway looking as if it was her job to do so.
The idea of it all—Cora, my own personal little whore—had me throbbing, my fangs aching.
The pent-up anger and unexpected lust flowing through my veins as she stared up at me, her lips slightly parted as her pulse skyrocketed and her thighs squeezed together.
As if I hadn’t gotten her off as she rode my fingers against this very wall mere moments ago.
If she was trying to pretend she didn’t enjoy our game, she was failing.
I started undoing the ties that separated my cock from the warmth of those lips and watched as she reached down to the boot she was wearing.
I smirked, because I wasn’t a stupid male—I knew what was coming.
As I took a step closer, my cock in my hand, leisurely stroking mere inches from her mouth, she pulled out a small dagger.
It wasn’t massive, but it was enough to do damage so she could get away if need be.
“Step back or I use this blade to make you,” she said, her voice wavering slightly, her eyes pleading from below me.
“Is that so, Princess?” I asked, watching as her chest rose and fell faster, her head nodding in confirmation.
“Well, use it, either way we’re not leaving this alley until the taste of my cum is coating the entirety of your mouth as if it were your last meal.
After all, it very well could be.” A smirk slid across my face and her eyes widened.
“Now, open up, Cora.” I reached forward, my opposite hand sliding into her hair with no regard for the braids she’d done, as I yanked her head backwards, her mouth parting in a gasp and my cock sliding between those lips I was desperately trying not to think about tasting when I was finished.
Her lips wrapped around me, while she lifted the dagger in her hand and landed it solidly into the side of my thigh.
“FUCK,” I roared, but I didn’t pull away from her.
My hand tightened in her hair and I pushed myself deeper into her mouth until my cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged around me.
She reached up as if she were going to attempt to pull the dagger from my thigh, but I grabbed her wrist, and then the other when it followed, pinning her hands above her head and pressing them into the stone wall behind us.
“Ah, don’t even think about it. I rather enjoy the pain you inflict on me, Princess.
” I slowly pulled out only to thrust back into her mouth, her jaw starting to relax as she opened wider for me.
“I want the insanity you wish to delve into when no one is looking. So, I’ll take whatever you want to throw at me. Try me.”
My hand moved to the back of her head, my fingers intertwined in her braid that I’d now ruined, as I protected the back of her head from the wall.
I started fucking her mouth faster, the tingly feeling at the base of my spine becoming powerful as tears ran down her face, and blood ran down my thigh.
“Fuck, Princess, how do you do this to me?” I muttered more to myself, but I knew she heard me as she let out a breathy moan that had her lips vibrating around my cock. “Shit!”