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CHAPTER 35

T he door opens a little while later. We waited, trusting her to come back in one piece. She slips in behind the fae, both of them sharing a knowing look as she treads deeper into the room. It’s quiet as she looks around, and it’s clear she’s uncomfortable.

She’s a strong warrior, but everyone has a weakness.

I understand the need for revenge, and when that is stolen, it changes your world. I do not blame her for her reaction, I’m even thankful for it. All this time, she has been cool, calm, and in control, so it was nice seeing her let go.

It proved we are not so different after all.

“Your small machine was ringing. We did not wish to interrupt though.” I hold out the device, and she smiles.

“My phone, thank you.”

I run my eyes down hers and the fae’s torn, bloodied clothes. “I seem to have missed a good time.”

She grins even as she blushes, but her device rings again. She answers it, heading over to the bed before hesitating. Tem runs off and comes back, placing a towel down, and she sits carefully on it, trying not to drip blood anywhere. I sniff at it before climbing on behind her, dragging my nose over her as I try to figure out if it’s hers or his. Is she hurt?

She gives me a confused look but focuses on the phone, her conversation audible for us thanks to our enhanced senses.

“Simon, hi,” she greets. “It’s nice to hear from you.”

“So formal, I thought we were besties,” the guy jokes. “I just wanted to pass on a message from Althea. She said to tell you thank you for her help. She hopes the person she sent you for is what you are looking for, and she is ready to talk whenever you are. There will be peace between the vampyrs and you when you know what that means. Okay, enough mystic shit.”

“Mystic shit,” she scoffs as I lap at her neck. She startles, turning her gaze to me.

“You know it, so I’ll tell her I told you. Are you still there, Tate?”

“I’m here.” She narrows her eyes on me in warning. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I caress her body, searching for any wounds.

“Do you know anything about a wolf pack close to the red mountains?” she asks as she slaps at my hands, but she leans back into me despite that protest. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I inhale once more. Some of it is her blood, but not a lot. She’s okay. It’s mostly the fae’s, though he doesn’t seem worse for wear because of it.

“Yeah, there’s a big pack out there. You’re not hunting them, are you? They are good people. I know them,” Simon hedges.

“No, I want to meet them. We have a common enemy—or did,” she admits. “I won’t hurt them, I promise.”

“Oh, well, the alpha’s name is Jang. He’s a good guy. He has a daughter called Quinn who’s a badass she-wolf. They are deep in the woods before the mountain, with lots of families and kids. They keep to themselves, but they are one of the strongest packs there is—” There’s a grunt. “Yes, except yours, mate.”

“Would they kill me on sight?” she asks curiously.

“Hmm, I’m not sure, to be honest,” he answers.

“No worries, I’ll figure it out. Go be with your mate. I can hear him panting in the background. Speak soon.” She hangs up and tilts her head to look at me. “Finished feeling me up?”

“You smell like blood,” I say, my hunger evident even as I fight it off.

“Uh-huh, are we going to have a feral to deal with as well?” Ronan grouses as he eyes me. The warlock leaps back, magic forming in his hands. Tem just drops to the floor, watching us inquisitively. Fang seems more curious than anything, and the fae just smiles as he lies on the other bed, content and lazy.

“No,” I growl, but it does sound more animalistic than human.

Tate’s eyes narrow on me, looking deep within and seeing the things in the darkness I hide from. “Jarek,” she drawls.

“Yes?” he hedges.

“Do me a favour and bind Addeus to the bed.” She says it so casually, it doesn’t click at first. When it does, I snap my teeth at her, but metal suddenly slides across my skin and I’m yanked down onto the bed, my arms pulled up to the headboard as my legs are spread and chained. Roaring, I buck and writhe until Tate swings her leg over me and perches on my waist, her eyebrow arched.

“Stop,” she demands, and I slump into the mattress. My fangs ache with the need to bite her, my mechanical side battling for dominance at being restrained again. “I will let you go when you calm down. I am not them, Addeus. This is not a trap to keep you in, but I will not let you hurt what is mine.”

“Yours?” I hiss.

“Everyone in this room is mine for better or worse,” she says, placing her hands on my chest as she watches me like I am nothing more than something for her to tame and control . . . and she would be right. My body hums at being so close to her, my circuits popping and frying.

She might be human, but she is the most dangerous person in this room filled with monsters.

Her nails dig into my chest, and the slight sting makes me hiss and snap at the air again.

“Are you going to behave?”

“If I don’t?” I retort.

The smirk she aims at me goes right to my cock, and I roll my hips, trying to force her down for some pressure.

Her eyes narrow, and she leans down to me, her scent clinging to my skin.

Arching up, I try to press as close as I can, and she rewards me by dragging her tongue up my neck to my ear where she bites down, making my back bow as a howl of pleasure erupts from me. “Good boys get rewards. Bad ones get punished. Tell me, which do you want?”

My circuits are firing so hard, my chip cannot compute.

“Punishment it is,” she purrs as she sits back.

Her hand wraps around my length, and even that slight pressure makes me howl like a trapped animal. I drive into her hand as she grips me, jerking my length until I almost spill, and then she just lets go. I slump into the bed, confused as I come down, my desire cooling as she slides off me. She removes her clothes and then crawls up my body, stopping to wrap her mouth around my length. My hands grip the chains as she slides her mouth all the way down and then off.

“You taste like metal and blood. It’s nice,” she murmurs as she grips my length and slides her mouth back down. The sight is so incredible, I come off the bed, wanting more, but the more I push up, the more she retreats, until I just slump and let her work me over with her mouth. When I’m about to come, she pulls back again.

Punishment, I realise.

Straddling my body, she teases me with her cunt, rubbing it across my length.

“Ah.” She wags her finger. “I didn’t say you could come—” She gasps as I surge up from the bed, my hips lifting her high into the air. Her hands scramble to grab me as the magical metal snaps away, and I roll us, driving into her with a brutal thrust. I power into her as she cries out, her nails clawing my back until I feel it strip away to reveal the metal underneath, but I don’t stop.

I hammer into her tight, wet cunt, feeling it grip me deliciously. The others draw nearer, watching me, but she doesn’t care, and neither do I. I would never hurt her. I’d rather pluck out my own fangs.

I show her just how badly she teased me, forcing my length deep inside her repeatedly as she cries out words that make no sense. My circuits fire as too much information overloads me.

The need to feed rides me as hard as the need to fill her belly with my cum. It’s an animal instinct driving me to move faster until the bloodlust becomes too much. The scent of her blood is still in the air, and I can’t hold back.

When I sink my fangs into her neck, I feel her scream vibrate against my skin, echoing from her throat as I drink her blood. It tastes of pleasure and lust and so much power, I feel my body expanding. I am too big for this little human, but she doesn’t care. She recklessly clings to me, riding me from below as I drain her.

Her power fills me as I continue to thrust into her tight, hot body until her channel clenches around me as she screams. I feel her come below me, her ecstasy exploding in her blood, and I am helpless to resist the cling of her cunt. It milks me, and I oblige, driving as deep inside her as I can and unleashing my release. It fills her tight womb, and I order more to be made and pumped into her as I slow my feeding and then swipe the wound with my tongue.

She’s limp below me, her eyes closed and skin flushed, but she twitches as I force more cum into her. Finally, I shut down those systems and slowly pull from her fluttering cunt. Her eyes open, and I heave a relieved breath at the lax contentment on her face. She’s always so strong, brave, and fearless, but she’s so defenceless and trusting in this moment that I gather her into my arms.

Curling into my chest, she pants against me. “Remind me next time not to taunt you.”

“I am only tame for so long, especially when it comes to you. I would obey every command unless it has to do with your pleasure.” She shivers against me, and I purr in happiness.

“Bravo. Ten out of ten, no notes.” We lean up to see Ronan floating above us, slowly clapping as he eyes us. “Bit bloodier than I’m into, but I can admit it was very hot. I do have a question. Since you drink that much blood, is your pee red? No? Like, where do you store all the blood? And you’re part machine, so is it, like . . . lube for the machine parts? Like, do you sweat blood when you are too full? Do you get stomach cramps?—”

He yelps as my little one pulls a blade and tosses it through him.

“That wasn’t nice! Just because I cannot feel doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt my feelings.” He wags his finger at her, pouts, and then disappears.

She groans and slumps back into me. “I’ll pay for that later. He’ll probably jump out at me when I’m on the toilet again.”

I can’t help but chuckle. My life was so quiet before her and those that surround her. Now, I do not know a moment of quiet or peace. For some, it might be too much, but for me, I enjoy it. I spent centuries locked away and alone, but now I never am.

It’s nice.

Tate is not one to lie around, so just ten minutes after I’ve cleaned her, she is on her feet.

Tate insisted on showering, since she didn’t appreciate the blood covering her like we do, and she’s just strapping up her boots when Ronan appears, looking frazzled as he lingers near the door.

“Eh, Tate,” he begins.

“What now, Ronan?” She sighs. “I don’t know if my blood mixes with his to make a super soldier.”

“Yep, no, not that. Just thought you ought to know there are like five men in all black heading to the room,” he says casually. “And they seem mad as hell.”

She blinks at him before leaping to her feet and diving for her bag. She just grabs a gun when the door splinters open and chaos explodes.