Mafia Beasts: The Complete Series, page 55
I gave them a full view of my new tattoo. They surrounded me, touching, and murmuring compliments over the design. The attention from all three of them at once brought on a different kind of shiver. Immediately, our mate bonds lit up with passion.
I brought my lips to Cade’s as I reached out for Lucas and Zane. The warmth of their bodies penetrated my skin, and I moaned.
“I’ll, uh, just leave you all to it.”
Breaking the kiss, I smiled at Claire. “Thank you for this. It means so much to me.”
“Glad you like it.” She offered a salute before leaving my bedroom, and me alone with my men.
Lucas wasted no time in stripping off my pants, leaving me naked and them fully dressed. Without warning, he swooped down and hauled me over his shoulder. I weakly complained about being manhandled as he carried me into the bedroom. Rather unceremoniously, he dumped me onto the mattress.
The three of them approached with wicked intent gleaming in their eyes.
“What’s going on?” I slowly asked, lifting on my elbows.
“We’ve been waiting around for hours while Claire worked on you. So, we came up with some ideas.” Lucas’s grin was all predatory. “We’re going to play a little game.”
My breath hitched. “What game?”
“It’s called Watch Me Come.”
My brow pinched. “I don’t think that’s a real game.”
Lucas shrugged. “It is now.”
22
CADE
Emma’s expression held doubt, but the emotions coming from her were curiosity and excitement. I felt the same way. This was going to be interesting. We knew how much she liked to be watched, now we were going to give her what she wanted, in our own way.
Zane and I carried over two armchairs from the sitting area and placed them near the foot of the bed. Emma watched, a thread of apprehension thrumming into my chest. Her emotions spiked when Zane plopped a black leather bag down beside his chair. For the tenth time, I wondered what was in it.
“Who goes first?” I rumbled.
Lucas shot a gaze at Zane. “Rock, paper, scissors?”
“Sure.”
Emma laughed. “Seriously, you guys?”
“Seriously.” Lucas held out his hands. “On the count of three. One, two, three.”
He and Zane were both paper, while I’d gone for rock. I was out. The two of them faced off. This time, Lucas chose paper again, and Zane beat him with scissors.
The vampire scooped up his bag. Lucas took the vacant chair beside mine and we watched. If we were all going to be sharing a room, and sharing Emma, we wanted our own proclivities to be out in the open. I had to admit, I was curious as all fuck.
Zane set his bag on the bed and started unpacking its contents. Rope, a blindfold, a flogger, some kind of strange looking sex toy, a remote control, and a bottle of lube was all spread out on a corner of the mattress. Emma’s lips parted; her cheeks flushed.
I couldn’t quite piece together the bag’s contents with her reaction and his intentions. What was he going to do? Tie her up, beat her, then fuck her with that toy? She liked that?
“Put this on.” Zane tossed her the blindfold.
She glanced at me and Lucas, her cheeks burning crimson, before doing as she was told. Next, Zane bound her wrists together with the rope in an intricate type of knot work.
“Stand up and bend over the end of the bed,” he commanded. He rolled up his sleeves as Emma obeyed. “Arms out in front of you… higher, now don’t move them.”
I had a great view of the new phoenix tattoo across her back, and her gorgeous ass. Her front half stretched out across the mattress. Her butt in the air was just begging to be bitten, or—
Zane lubed up the strange little toy, then inserted it into her ass. She moaned as he worked it all the way in. I shifted in my chair, adjusting my dick in my jeans. So that’s what a butt plug looked like. Huh.
For a moment, he left her there squirming, but she didn’t move her hands. Instead, she fisted them into the comforter.
I glanced over at Lucas, who didn’t take his eyes off Emma. He had his dick in his hand already. I returned my attention to the scene in front of us, the sexual tension in the room, bombarding my chest.
My eyes widened when Zane picked up the flogger and landed a blow across the backs of Emma’s thighs. She yelped, her whole body tensing. Lucas growled low.
Zane hit her again, this time across her ass, leaving pink stripes. He smoothed his palm over her reddening skin and called her a good girl. Emma moaned. If I couldn’t feel the heightened sense of pleasure rolling off her, I’d have forced Zane to stop. Sure, I got off on hurting her sometimes, but not like this.
The vampire continued to flog her. Each strike landed with a smack that echoed through the room. Her butt cheeks and thighs were striped with lines, but she groaned and wiggled, begging for more.
Zane worked her into a frenzy until she was panting. “Do you want to come, sweetness?” he purred. “We’re all watching you right now.”
“Yes. Please.” Her voice was smothered by the comforter.
He pulled a device from his pocket and pressed a button. The butt plug began to vibrate. Zane whipped the flogger across her skin in rapid succession and she screamed in ecstasy. The intensity of her release winded me. Zane unzipped his fly and fucked her into another orgasm, coming with her this time.
Murmuring compliments, he scooped her up in his arms and wrapped her in a soft blanket. After removing her blindfold and the rope from her wrists, he rocked her in his lap like she was his most cherished possession.
I stared. My cock strained painfully inside my jeans, and I was tempted to unleash it. That whole scenario had been both arousing and enlightening. Emma liked being tied up and beaten like that.
And apparently, Zane was a sadistic motherfucker. I grunted a laugh. That wasn’t really a surprise.
As the second winner—or loser, depending on how you looked at it—Zane handed Emma over to Lucas. I noted that neither of them had bothered to take the plug out of her ass. My cock twitched at that thought.
The vampire took the empty chair, but my focus remained on Lucas and Emma. He had stripped off his clothes. He held her close, devouring her mouth with his. They made out for a while, then he flipped her onto all fours. She hissed a sharp breath when with his fingers in her hair, he tugged, forcing her to arch her back. Their sides were to us, so I could see all of her curves.
The marks on her butt and thighs had finally begun to heal. I frowned in thought, not having realized that a wolf could stop their healing abilities at will. She’d done that in order to keep each superficial wound that Zane had dealt during their session together.
I refocused on the two of them. Lucas drove into her from behind, taking her like a wolf would take his mate. Her breasts swayed as he pounded away with such force, it was a good thing she wasn’t breakable. All the while, he muttered dirty, filthy words in her ear. Some of them had my neck heating. Where does he come up with this shit?
A blur of motion out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. Zane had tossed Lucas the device. The wolf smirked as the plug buzzed to life once again. Emma and Lucas both came a minute later, uttering snarls and curses.
My turn.
Nervousness shot through me. It was my turn to indulge in what I enjoyed doing with Emma while they watched. Was it strange that I liked to worship her body with gentle touches, making her beg for more, then fuck her hard and squeeze her neck until she passed out? I let out a steadying breath.
Lucas kissed Emma once more, then hopped off the bed and handed me the device. I discarded my clothing. Emma’s appreciative gaze followed each of my movements. I took a second to figure out what I wanted to do, then stalked toward the bed.
“On your back,” I ordered. “Hands over your head.” She lay across the mattress and stretched her arms above her head. With a flick of magic, I grew vines that twisted around her wrists. Crawling toward her, I also produced a single feather. “Close your eyes.”
Her eyelids dropped, and I teased the feather over her parted lips. Briefly touching my mouth to hers, I continued my slow, sensuous torment. Her skin pebbled under the feather’s silky softness.
I lost myself in her body, emotions, and each sound that escaped from her throat. She cursed me for the slow torture, and I chuckled.
I brought her to the precipice of orgasm over and over, with the feather, my mouth, and fingers, until she whimpered and begged. Only when she was so taut with desire that I thought she would crack did I give into my other, darker nature.
My cock slid into her soaking wet pussy. I moaned. She felt so good.
“Look at me.” I wrapped my hand around her slender neck, squeezing, and her eyes flew open. Only then did I start fucking her in earnest. My wings snapped out, shedding silver light onto us.
The last part of my plan came together. I zapped her nipples with the electricity from my wings, at the same time that I pressed the device’s button, and nearly cut off her air supply. Her entire body quaked beneath mine. I pounded my release into her with an extended groan.
She stilled, going limp, and I eased my hold on her throat. I knew I was fucked up, but there was nothing hotter than strangling Emma while my dick was inside her sweet, tight pussy.
She gasped, coming back into her body. “Cade.”
I leaned down and kissed her tenderly.
“Well, fuck me,” Lucas said.
“My thoughts exactly.” Zane watched us intently.
I’d forgotten they were there.
Well, that was done. We’d shown each other, explicitly, what our sexual appetites craved. For better or worse.
Emma piped up, “My turn. Cade, I want you right where you are, except it’s my turn to be on top. Zane, get this plug out of my ass and replace it with your dick.” Using her wolf strength, she flipped me over onto my back. I was already growing hard again. To Lucas, she said, “I want you to fuck my mouth like you own it.”
I was in the middle of fantasizing about our group time with Emma yesterday, when my phone buzzed with an incoming message. “Shit.” I grunted, and all the warm, tingly sensations disappeared.
“What’s wrong?” Lucas asked from his own desk.
Zane’s attention latched on to me as well.
I sat back with a sigh and reread the text message, which didn’t change the news. “I’ve had someone keeping an eye on Academy Obscura since we got Emma back. School has let out for the summer, but Orion Graves and Elias Vexx have vanished, along with their dark witch friends.”
“They could still be within the walls,” Zane said.
I shook my head. “My guy managed to slip inside, with a little help, and they’re gone. They slipped out, somehow without him noticing they were gone until this morning.” I grunted with frustration. “How they got out undetected doesn’t matter. They’re most likely going to be gathering with the others on the solstice in Seattle. I was hoping to head them off.”
“Why?” Lucas asked.
“Because I don’t want Emma to have to kill her own brother.” I set my phone on the desk. “He’s betrayed her, but she doesn’t seem to hold a grudge against him, only hurt. All I feel from her when she mentions her brother is pain, sadness, and loss. I don’t want her to have to execute the only remaining family she has left.”
Zane smoothed his palm over his lips, like he often did when he was thinking. “What did you plan to do when you intercepted them?”
“Kill him.”
Lucas guffawed. “So it’s okay for her mate to murder her brother, but not her? I don’t think that will make her happy either.”
I shrugged. “What other option do we have? As long as he’s alive, he will be her enemy, a weakness that she can’t fully let go of. It’s our job to protect her—physically, and from more emotional damage, however we can.”
Lucas raked a hand through his short hair. “She’s not going to like this idea.”
“She doesn’t need to know. We see Orion, we take him out, quickly and quietly.”
“Agreed.” Zane leaned forward with his elbows on his desk. “While we’re on this topic, what about Claire? I think her usefulness will be over once we’re through with 5th Circle. We can’t keep a traitor like her around. Who knows when she’ll decide to flip sides again. I have an idea.”
He picked up his cell phone and typed. A minute later, a knock sounded at the door and Jace came in with Claire right behind him. The butler retreated and closed the door.
Claire arched a brow at us. “How can I help you?”
“We need to talk,” Zane said. “Assuming we all survive past summer solstice, what are your plans going forward?”
She pursed her lips. “I’m not sure. I haven’t really thought about it. I might stick around. It’s been a long time since Emma and I were in each other’s lives and I have a lot of lost time to make up for.” Her words and emotions felt sincere, like she really had missed her friend.
Zane steepled his fingers. “We would like you to leave afterward. Emma deserves some peace and quiet.”
“Well, I think that should be up to Emma to decide. Don’t you?”
Silence hung in the air.
Claire sighed. “I understand that you don’t trust me. Really, I get it. But I will protect Emma until I die. I won’t abandon her again.”
Zane glanced at me, and I gave a subtle nod. She was telling the truth. Maybe we were on the same side after all. There was just no telling who you could trust in this life.
“Very well. We will leave the decision to Emma.” Zane motioned toward the door, dismissing her.
Claire folded her arms. “What about Orion? If you should want to keep anyone out of her life, I’d think it would be him. He’ll find new ways to hurt her until he’s dealt with, you do realize that?”
Lucas and I exchanged a glance, and I said, “We’ll take care of him.”
“Good. I was going to offer my professional services.”
“You’d assassinate Orion?” I asked, surprised. They had grown up together, after all.
“I’d do it for Emma. I spent so much time keeping both of them safe and this is how he repays not only me, but her?” Claire scoffed. “It’s unbelievable. Mostly I’m worried that, given the chance, Emma will forgive Orion. But she never saw him with Elias Vexx and his friends like I did. He fit right in. Of course, he didn’t know I was watching him. Anyway, my point is, Orion is completely loyal to 5th Circle’s cause. He sold out his own sister, and I can’t forgive that.”
I found it ironic that Claire sold out her brother, Forrest, but she didn’t seem to see the parallel there.
“We won’t forgive Orion,” Lucas said. “No chance in hell. We’ll take care of him quietly. Don’t worry about it.”
Claire bobbed her head. “Good.” She spun on her heel and let herself out.
As complicated as the situation was with Claire, I was glad we agreed on keeping Orion away from Emma. We all seemed to have Emma’s best interests at heart. I only wish we could fully trust Claire, but perhaps that was never going to happen. The raid on 5th Circle’s headquarters would be telling, one way or another. We’d either come out of it with a stronger bond of trust or stabbed in the fucking back.
23
EMMA
“How does that even work?” I asked Grey. “I mean, only extremely powerful and talented witches can use magic without a wand. And even then, it’s limited.” We stood out in the courtyard where Samuel used to teach me dark magic. All the Sinful Saints members were clustered in small groups, watching and listening. They were as curious about my hybrid abilities as I was about theirs, and I’d shown them my half-shift.
“It takes practice, like anything you want to be good at.” Grey lifted his index finger. “This is as powerful as any wand. Hybrids, for some reason, are often more gifted than other supernaturals. I haven’t met one yet who was subpar. But you have to believe in yourself and practice your skills. Start small and build up.” He snapped his fingers and produced a flame, then he murmured and flicked his wrist. The flame grew into a fireball as it shot across the courtyard. Shadow stepped in front of it and the fire dissolved against his shimmery blue protective shield.
I made a mental note to practice using my hands when I was alone. “So, what about the rest of you? What types of hybrids are you? Grey, you’re half witch and half…?”
“Cougar shifter.” He growled, the noise decidedly more feline than canine.
That explained his yellow-green eyes that had instantly reminded me of a cat’s. “That’s cool.” I turned my attention to Shadow and lifted a brow in question.
“Witch and raven shifter,” the quiet second-in-command said.
“Come meet everyone.” Grey led me through introductions of nearly twenty other Sinful Saints. They were a mix of every possible combination, always of two types, never more. I noted every detail and planned to add it to my journal about hybrids the next time I was in the library.
Grey gestured toward a young man with a mohawk. “This is Gunner.” The guy had enough piercings in his face to rival a tackle shop. “He’s a witch and wolf hybrid like yourself.”
I perked up at that and extended my hand. Gunner stared down at it for a second, then he straightened to his full height and wrapped his fingers around mine with bruising strength. My inner wolf’s hackles rose, and I put a little more strength into squeezing Gunner’s palm.
He growled in response and a spark of magic shot from his palm and up my arm. I yelped and tried to break the handshake, but he wouldn’t let go. Irritation burned through me. He wanted to play some macho bullshit game? I would oblige.
Ducking and turning into him, I used his relentless grasp on my hand and his own body weight, to flip him over my shoulder. He let out an oomph when his back smacked into the pavers.
