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CHAPTER 48

I can still taste Fang in my mouth, her delicious cum staining my lips and tongue. Jarek’s drips from my cunt, and I’m breathing heavily, but as Tem crawls over to me, my body lights up. His long hair is bunched on his head in a bun, with strands framing his incredible face. His eyes lock me in place as he crawls up my body, stopping to lick my lips.

“Is it my turn to feed you now, mistress?” he asks.

I wrap my leg around his hip and roll us so he’s below me. “Yes,” I reply. I want them all, and I need their power, so why not have some fun? Leaning down, I press my lips to his teasingly. “Have you ever had your cock sucked, my tempest?”

His eyes widen, and he shakes his head. “I served my masters, not the other way around.”

That’s a damn fucking shame, but as I slide down his body, undo his trousers, and palm his cock, the wonder and disbelief in his eyes makes it all better for me. When I first press my lips to his cock, he cries out, and then I slide my mouth all the way down his magical length. My ass is high in the air, enticing the others, and I hope one of them takes the offer. When big hands grip my hips, I almost grin. They are warm but solid, and I know without looking it’s Addeus.

Wiggling my ass, I push back as I swallow Tem all the way down, his wild eyes locked on me even as his hips lift and he pushes down my throat. Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I pump him as Addeus’s cock presses to my pussy, and he pushes inside me, helped by Jarek’s cum and my cream. His massive length spears me, and I gasp around Tem’s cock.

“Mistress,” he rasps.

“Does it feel good?” Ronan teases. “She’s good at sucking cock. Just don’t blow too early, she likes to tease.”

“Her mouth,” Tem growls, his head banging back to the floor. “It feels too good, mistress, please! I can’t. I won’t last.”

“Want my help?” Ronan chuckles as Addeus thrusts in and out of me with a slow roll of his hips. It’s not enough to get either of us off, and I snarl, tightening my lips. Tem whines and lifts his head.

“Please,” he begs Ronan.

“I’ve got you, mate, don’t worry. Between us, we can satisfy our woman.” He disappears from my side, and the only reason I know he’s there is because I feel him. My eyes widen as his lips wrap around my clit and suck, making me clench down on Addeus, who grunts and pulls from my pussy. I pop my mouth off Tem and glance back in annoyance.

“Take her ass, big guy, just don’t hurt her too much.” Ronan chuckles as he teases my clit, and I feel him slide up my body below me, his mouth wrapping around my nipple and sucking before he lets go. “I’ll take her cunt. She likes to be shared. She’ll come in seconds with us all in her, won’t you?”

“Fuck off,” I grumble, but the idea has me wiggling back, wanting just that.

Addeus’s wet cock presses against my ass, and I freeze. “I’m big,” he warns me, his voice dark and feral, and when I glance back, his fangs are so long I’m surprised they aren’t hurting.

“I can take you,” I tell him, pushing back and taking him an inch inside me. Snarling, he thrusts into me, forcing himself deep into my ass before pulling back and working deeper inside me. Dropping my head to Tem’s stomach, I breathe through the burning pain and pleasure as he sets a slow rhythm. When I get used to it and push back to take him, I feel Ronan’s mouth working my nipples again as his warm cock presses against my pussy, and when Addeus pushes inside me, he pushes me onto Ronan’s waiting cock. I cry out into Tem’s abs, which clench, his cock leaking across me, so I suck it, taking it out on him. I meet his eyes, wanting him to enjoy this since it’s the first time someone has thought about his pleasure rather than theirs.

I hollow my cheeks as I swallow him, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, and he cries out. He’s close to coming as I suck and slurp him.

Addeus’s slow thrusts push me onto Ronan’s cock, and they work together, one thrusting inside me while the other pulls out. The burning stretch turns to delicious pleasure, driving me wild, until pleasure is all I know.

Tem’s cock expands, and that wiggling tip slides down my throat, tickling me, but I keep swallowing him deeper as Addeus speeds up, hammering into my ass as Ronan bites my nipple, and my release explodes through me. I scream around Tem as I come, but they don’t stop. They fight my clinging body as I drool and pant around Tem’s cock.

When I’ve recovered enough, I suck his cock deeper into my mouth, his hips lifting wildly as that wiggling edge slides deeper each time I take him deep. I’m dripping around their cocks, and I can’t help but push back, offering them more, and they lose control.

I feel their powers flood me as Addeus pounds into my ass, forcing himself so deep it hurts, his unbending, metal cock like a rod, while Ronan’s curved cock slides over the nerves in my channel that have me lighting up once more.

With a sudden roar, Addeus leans into me and bites into my shoulder, and I cry out, exploding once more at the sudden pain, dragging them with me.

I feel Addeus spill inside my ass as Ronan thrusts up, burying deep inside me, his cock pulsing his release in my cunt.

Addeus slumps into me before pulling from my ass and falling back, leaving me speared on Ronan’s softening cock before he’s gone too. Tem grabs my head and shoves his cock deep into my mouth, and that confident, wild mood makes me happy, knowing he didn’t ask or hesitate. He just took what he wanted.

That wiggling end expands in my throat, and my eyes widen. I want to gag, but I can’t seem to. The squirming tip of his cock presses to my throat, opening it wider than ever before, and his cum squirts down it, forcing it deep into my throat and stomach.

I have no choice but to take it, and when he withdraws his cock, I gasp, rolling to my side and swallowing repeatedly as I stare at him in wonder and shock. He looks completely drained, wearing a crazed smile on his lips while his eyes are closed.

Zeev appears above me, one eyebrow arched. “Don’t tell me you’re too tired for me?”

I lick my sore lips as I stare up at him. I can feel cum leaking from my ass and pussy, but despite their use of me and what I wanted, their powers flow through me, and rather than exhaustion, I feel . . .

Powerful.

I kneel and look up at him through my lashes. “Never,” I purr. “Are you going to play nice this time?”

He reaches down and strokes my hair, almost petting me before he fists it and drags me to my feet, and I go willingly. “Never,” he growls as he turns me and throws me over the coffee table.

I hit the wood hard, and my ribs ache, but I don’t have time to complain because his hand is back in my hair, dragging my head up as he grabs my hip with his other hand and impales me on his cock.

I cry out, but he keeps me pinned, trapped as he claims my body with brutal, hard thrusts. “If you want my magic, then you will have to earn it.”

I swallow and push back, taking him deeper. His magic flows across my skin, his ice-cold cock soothing the ache deep inside me. “You know I will,” I rasp. “Give me your worst.”

He does, using my body for his pleasure.

His cruel magic slides over every inch of my skin, creating cuts as he bleeds me. It wraps around my throat until my mouth opens, and it slips inside, silencing me as it flows deeper. More sweeps across my skin, tightening on my nipples to the point of pain as I feel it slip lower, clamping around my clit and then past his cock and into my sore ass.

Every inch of me is filled by him, and I love it.

Pleasure and pain mix, his icy cock warming inside me as he ruts into me. The angelic fae becomes the demon I know and love.

Hands touch my body, and the others move closer, all of them stroking my skin, even Fang. They caress me as he fucks me, and my eyes close in bliss as I give myself over to the sensations. Zeev turns downright feral, his magic ripping me apart inside and out as his cock burns inside me.

I can’t take it anymore.

It’s too much.

As my release slams through me, their blood and magic fuel me, filling me and overspilling so I explode.

Every inch of my body comes apart until I’m floating, the pleasure a never-ending wave mixed with power that’s so strong, I realise I’m not in the living room anymore.

No, I’m standing on the grass before Stalkers’ Rest. The full moon is above me, which isn’t due for another three weeks, and heading towards me with a furious war cry are legions of hunters with their weapons raised.

I lift my arms to brace when suddenly, I feel like I’m spinning, and then I land back on my feet, my eyes opening to see the familiar stone table once more where the women watch me curiously.

“Interesting. Your powers are growing if you have managed to visit us,” the younger one remarks.

A fae.

This must be the original one I am descended from.

“You’re fae, and I am also part fae,” I say.

“Very good,” she replies. “You’re learning. Why have you sought us?”

“I didn’t mean to. I saw something that hasn’t happened.” I stumble over the words, unsure how to explain what I saw. Was it fear or a vision?

“The future,” she murmurs. “Very rare indeed. It was my gift once, but none of my line have possessed it in over a hundred years. I knew you would. It’s a dangerous gift, Tate, but if used wisely, it can save many lives. Remember, the future can always change. There are always choices that lead us down different roads. It is up to you to decipher them.” She looks me over. “I fear your time here is running out. I offer you one last piece of advice, daughter of ours—embrace your gifts because they will save you one day, and let those like you stand at your side. Love will always win against hate, Tate, always.”

I’m thrown back into my body, jerking up with a gasp and wide eyes.

“Tate.” Shamus is before me, shaking my shoulders worriedly. “There you are. Fuck, you were gone for an hour. What happened?”

Swallowing, I peer into his eyes. “I saw the future,” I whisper.

I hold a mug between my hands to warm them, feeling their eyes on me as we sit around the table.

“The future, huh?” Ronan says, breaking the silence. “Cool. Was I still as handsome?”

I smile and silently thank him for it.

“Tate, what happened?” Fang asks nervously.

“I think the power flooded me, and my gifts turned it outwards so I didn’t burn out. Apparently, the fae in my lineage had the same gift. It’s rare but there. I saw the future, or one possible future. I don’t know.” I rub my aching head. “She said futures can change with choices, so it’s not set in stone.” I glance around, hoping that’s true, because what I saw . . . “Right? It might not happen.”

“What might not?” Shamus asks, an order in his tone before he softens his voice. “What did you see, angel? I have never seen terror in your eyes before.”

He’s right. I’m scared. If what I saw happens, then everything and everyone will be lost. The hunters walk the line of this world, and if we are at war with each other, then it will descend into anarchy without rules.

“War,” I croak. “I saw a war coming for us.”

He sits back, his face closed down. “I see.” That’s all he says. “Do you know when?”

“When the moon is full,” I murmur. “Shamus, it wasn’t the monsters coming for us. It was our own kind. It was hunters.”

He watches me, giving nothing away, and I soak in his confidence and strength. “Then we need to prepare.”

It’s all he says, even faced with the impending betrayal and end of his organisation, but I see the pain in his gaze at the thought. Will friends turn into foes again? Will I be forced to hurt our own people?

“She’s right. The future can always change,” Zeev says, no doubt sensing my unease. “It’s not always what happens. Sometimes seeing it is enough for you to make the decisions that lead to it transpiring, like a self-fulfilling prophecy. Sometimes it’s enough to swerve off that path. There is one thing for sure—you cannot control the future. Nobody can, not even the gods. All we can do is endure it and wait.” He smiles gently at me, which is worrying in itself. “Time stops for no man.”

“I am not a man,” I snarl, my fear turning into anger at once again being betrayed by my own people. “And I will not let that happen.”