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He descended with a growl, gripping her hands tight as he ground his mouth against her open folds, sucking both lips, licking and nipping as he went.

Her shocked shrieks of ecstasy momentarily stole his breath then sent them out in feral growls as he rammed his tongue in her fucking perfect cunt.

He did that a good ten times, each assault marking him till he seethed with a possessive fury for her.

He released her hands and slid his under her succulent firm ass and jerked her clit against the rough surface of his tongue till her fingers pulled in his hair with angelic abandon.

Reuban’s head banged against something, and he blinked, staring at the windshield, his breaths ragged and loud. He jerked right, finding the Bellatore panting with her eyes clenched tight, hands gripping the seat.

His hand went on a frantic search for the door handle and finally opened it.

His legs refused him service and he hit the ground before crawling a few feet and managing to slam the door shut with his back against it.

His lungs burned along with the rest of his body, the lust still as thick as ever along with the very vivid images of what he’d seen.

Hoooooly fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. That... was going to leave one hell of a mark.

He heard the passenger door open and closed his eyes, bracing for what wrath might come next. He was suddenly yanked to his feet like he weighed nothing and got the broad side of a tiny fist of dynamite.

His back slammed into the vehicle, shattering the window.

Before he could fall to the ground, that same little hand held him up by the shirt, peering right into his gaze.

“I’m the Bellatore! The Angel of Mothers!

” she yelled in his face. “How dare you do that to me? Is this how you protect me, how you help me? You sexually violate me?”

“I tried to tell you to stop! I just told you I have these powers I can’t control, I told you, and there you go, shoving your fucking way in!”

He was suddenly sailing through the air and eating dirt a dozen feet away.

She stalked over to him. “You ever touch me like that again and I will rip your fucking head off and feed it to the next demon I fuck!”

He watched her storm back to the vehicle, her threat setting off a bomb of fury and dark lusts that hauled him to his feet and sent him psycho-stalking after her.

He intercepted her at the passenger door, putting his nose inches from hers.

“You surely will not be fucking a demon. Or a human . Or a human with a demon, not as long as I have breath in me.”

She plowed her knee into his balls, dropping him to the ground where he choked for air.

“That was easily arranged, little nebulous trifecta boy.” She shoved him onto his side with a single punch of her little foot and in that second, he realized something very interesting.

With every second between them, trifecta boy was discerning new tricks involving the King’s abilities now roiling in his blood.

Like he could’ve easily caught that foot and detonated a catastrophic ecstasy that would render her begging on her knees before him.

The powers had slowed her movements in his mind, showing him exactly where to capture the delicate appendage and the pathways to use for delivering the wicked blow.

“Hurry up, we are late now!”

He was suddenly a flipped hourglass as he made his way to his feet and around the vehicle.

He climbed in, a quiet, eager student to the Three Kings now delivering clarity to his purpose.

He wasn’t a fourth wheel with the trio, he was the Kollaborator of their powers.

Every ability they had now came with a knowledge of how to mix them into inconceivable concoctions that would devastate unto pain or pleasure, both to be determined by context of a confrontation.

The Bellatore sought power and a very distant voice in his head said he should tell her he had more than enough.

But when he attempted to do just that, the powers refused him with a vital clarification.

While he was Kollaborator of the three Kings, he was not free to use them as he saw fit.

He could only Kollaborate the powers unto another’s will.

Whose will? Theirs?

Raviel’s?

Their Queen?

Reuban snapped his seat belt on and threw the vehicle into drive, stomping on the gas.

If the context of the confrontation determined the power’s flavor and will, then that meant what he’d do and how he’d do it would be determined by her.

She would decide whether he’d administer pleasure or pain, and she’d also decide how he’d deliver it.

She popped her tiny foot on the dashboard again and this time, the sight brought a painful throb to his cock.

Fuck, he’d never seen a more erotic vision.

The ridiculous amount of power in it made him question everything.

Was she some kind of test? Was he supposed to resist the inconceivable lust she’d waken in him?

Learn to control it? And it wasn’t just lust ravaging him.

So very far from it. The idea of anything touching her body, besides him, called him to Kollaborate the three powers into unholy retribution.

He really wasn’t sure which card their little sex-trip represented in The Hand they were dealt by the Pontis, nor did he know if it had anything at all to do with the prophecy they were fulfilling.

But he did know it meant something. And he knew the answer would be presenting itself very soon as they went about their immaculately aroused way.

Visions of what he’d done to her in that realm assaulted him till every muscle vibrated with the need to finish what he’d started.

And what had he started? Why hadn’t he been allowed to complete it?

Who had stopped him? Reuban wanted to know that answer.

Both the who and the why. And maybe he wanted to Kollaborate the power of the three Kings to make them pay for not allowing him to bring his Angel of Mothers the pleasure she deserved. And the pleasure he craved to give.