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She glanced at him and he regarded her all of three seconds before focusing on the road again. What was that curious look she wore on him? “What?” he decided to ask when she returned to staring out the window.

“I should prepare you that the exchanges we will make may be pricey to you personally.” She turned an otherworldly serenity on him. “It will hurt,” she said. “In all the ways you can ever imagine pain.”

“Why?” he blurted, instantly regretting the ball-sac question.

She faced away from him, and he caught the reflection of a soft smile on her lips. “Have you ever met one of those humans that clips coupons, or cuts every corner? Picks up every penny they find?”

“You’re saying you’re frugal?”

She turned a full smile at him. “To an angelic degree.”

Her soft delicate words sent a shimmer of power along his skin. More than words, it was a warning. A very sweet one. “If it helps you to protect the Queen, I will suffer whatever is necessary.”

“Your little human will need all the protection we can give her. Normally, what grows within her would try to rip its way out of her.”

He regarded her shorn head, his gifts seeming to constantly need to assess everything about her. Particularly her current human form. Did she get to pick those out? Like humans selected clothing? Was it permanent or did she get to change at whim?

He returned to puzzle over her words. “Normally,” he repeated, curious.

“Well, dear aider of the humanities, there is not a single usual thing in this situation,” she explained with an ease that testified of the tenure on her job.

“The power of three Kings as well as their Kollaborator protects her as much as it endangers her. They and you and that which has now grown to the size of a basketball in her womb has the ability to both destroy and save.”

Alarm spider-webbed through him, drawing his gaze to each mirror on the vehicle as he searched perimeters beyond human eyesight. Aside from the impenetrable wall she kept just next to her person, all was quiet still.

Without looking, he felt her gaze on him, felt it pressing and seeking.

Or was that exploring? He held tight to the steering wheel, letting her have whatever she wanted.

He was an open book, at least with her. While he couldn’t discern a thing where she was concerned, her job title alone gave her unfettered passage into him, whatever she wanted or needed.

She removed her eyes from him and turned them to the window, but her power remained. All over him. As if she’d set it on autopilot after deciding he needed a good frisking down in that second.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened more as he fought to give full access.

Fuck, she’d set a hundred probes in his mind, requiring him to focus on opening each.

She didn’t need much. He felt her shimmying through the tiniest cracks.

Her path drew itself, showing him a map of her journey through corridors, like a curious child peeking inside rooms. He also saw that he was full of various energy layers. Fascinating.

The sensation of her energy was warm and then it slowed to an almost curious, careful pace. He thought he felt hunger in this curiosity but couldn’t be sure. All the unknowns began to saturate him, building its own need.

She circled his mind that way for a full tormenting minute then moved down into his body. His pulse sped up as if his body knew things before he did. His hunger became less curious and more eager as he followed her leisure stroll through him.

The moment her journey went below his chest, his entire groin woke with a jolt.

Fuck. Alarm hit his blood stream like a scatter shot as the eternal hell-fire lust of Kaos woke.

A single, slitted eye watching as the sweet angelic mother dipped her desperate little toes in his perfect, dark domain.

“Stop!” he yelled at her, hitting the brakes as he did.

Her powers jerked out of him, and she grabbed hold of the dashboard, piercing gaze slicing him open. “You sense danger?”

He kept his stare locked on the windshield as every ounce of his strength was sucked up just to keep said cock-powers contained. “It’s in me,” he dared on a whisper.

“What is?”

Fuck. It was hot. So fucking hot. “The danger,” he gasped, unable to say more without losing his grip on the million mega-watts of lust pulsing in his balls. Wanting inside her.

“What kind?”

He steadied his breathing as her sharp command filled the micro-thin layer of control with a million tinkly cracks. “Don’t…. speak,” he barely warned around unsteady breaths. “Do not… speak.”

The silence soon felt like its own war as Reuban fought to extrapolate words from his brain that would explain in a g-rated way what boiled in his groin while not losing his grip on it.

She released an impatient breath, driving a power stake through him that slammed him into his seat.

Unable to move a muscle, he sat there as she dug through him with that bossy authority.

His jaws were tethered open by both powers now, hers and the dark one coiling tighter inside him.

She didn’t see it watching her. Waiting.

His eyes remained locked on the windshield as it now circled her slowly.

Inch by inch, spreading itself around her as she ventured further into its cavernous grave.

He got a glimpse of the plans it had for her and another round of panic, wrapped in boiling lust hammered him.

Get out of my body , he yelled, praying she could hear him. It’s a trap! It’s a fucking trap!

Darkness slammed Reuban in a reverse explosion and the next second was filled with the sound of his own breaths as if he panted heavily in his ear drums.

“Kollaborator.”

He jerked his head toward the gasp.

It was the Bellatore. Fear colored her voice unrecognizable.

“I can hear you near me,” he said in the vast silence. The idea of her fearing anything was fresh panic to his muscles. “Call me again.”

The sharp jerk of her breaths fluttered not far away as though she struggled to get free of something.

He angled his head, following the frantic sounds. “Can you reach for me?”

“No,” she panted, her fear spiking. “I can’t see. Something covers my eyes and bindings are at my wrists and ankles.”

“I’m trying to find you. Keep talking.”

“Where are my clothes? Why am I tied this way?”

He froze at her words the same moment his leg met a hard obstacle. He felt along it, his fingers tracing a smooth ornate structure. He reached further, encountering softness. “I’m here, Bellatore. Are you… on a bed?”

“I think I am.”

He reached to his left and froze at her gasp. “Found you. I’m going to free you.” He moved his fingers along her calf and found what held her ankles. He fingered the silky material, not understanding how it was attached.

“What…are you doing?”

A boiling lust stirred in his cock till a groan of ecstasy built in his chest. “I can’t…” His breaths turned thick as the heat spread into his lungs and muscles. The darkness cleared in his vision, revealing what lay before him. “Oh fuck.”

The Bellatore’s breaths turned frantic. “Kollaborator.”

Pleasure detonated in his blood at the way she called his name this time. And the way she squirmed in the restraints. The way her shaved mound moved with the undulating flicks of her hips.

“Please,” she whispered, her head thrashing behind the blindfold.

There was no doubting what she begged for. She wanted… no she needed what snaked around his muscles and sent him crawling ever so slowly onto that bed, gaze locked on target. “Bellatore.”

A raging hunger burned his skin and bones till his every breath shook. “I fucking want you. God… help me.”

The only entity that heard was the God of Lust. It answered with a tongue of fire on the very tip of his cock, licking, licking, licking till he grunted and ground against the bed, eyes on her begging, flicking pussy.

“Just do it,” she gasped. “Please. I… I want it!” she gushed, her breath catching and straining.

He latched his hands to her upper thighs, pressing her into the bed as his groans turned into low, greedy rumbles of diabolical intent. “You want it my sweet, Bellatore.”

He fought to give a single fuck about the real answer to that as he gazed at what he wanted more than air.

“Reuban.”

The decadent mewl suckled his balls and brought his gaze up the line of her body. He found her hands now free and squeezing her perfect tits, then nipples into tight points.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered as she snaked her hands down her stomach. “Bellatore,” he accused eagerly between guttural breaths, watching all her fingers move along her open folds. He moved his face right before the show. “You have such a fucking beautiful cunt, don’t you?”

“I’m begging you,” she strained, holding her lips open for him.

“Oh fuck, you are,” he whispered, kissing the silk of her inner thigh, never imagining a sight could be so pleasurable. “You didn’t know it could feel like this,” he realized, taking a single swipe at her clit with the tip of his tongue as he pressed his raging cock into the bed.

“Please!” she shot out. “Do it like that. I’ll do anything you want, just… please!”

He worked his fingers between hers and laced them in his tight grip. “Hold on to me, beautiful angel,” he said, eyeing her squirming hips till he burned from the delicious sight of it. “I’m going to give your pussy the most wicked kiss it will ever get.”