24
A cold and heartless bastard
KADE
She’s walking behind me, and her eyes are locked on my ass.
Admittedly, it’s very attractive and I’m sure Zara’s half-remembering the things it’s done to her and half-imagining the things it’s yet to make her feel, but this is getting a little much. Even for me. My cock’s throbbing and it’s making it fucking hard to concentrate on anything other than her and that particularly tight little cunt of hers.
“Zara,” I hiss.
“Kade,” she breathes, trying to sound innocent.
“Now might be the time for you to focus on something other than the thought of me fucking you senseless.”
She pouts.
Fuck. Me. She’s. Pouting.
“Zara,” I growl.
“Yes, Kade.”
There’s nothing innocent about her tone now.
She’s asking for a damn good screwing and it’ll be a lesson she won’t forget in a hurry unless she’s careful. My breathing turns ragged at the thought of fucking her into submission. It’s a tool available to me that I’m not afraid to use, especially if it gets Zara to give me what I want.
It’s a pleasant form of manipulation, and giving her pleasure on a regular basis will keep her coming back for more. She’s as eager for my cock as I am for her cunt, and at this point, I’m not sure there’s much point in denying us both the pleasure of indulging.
“Are we there yet?” she asks and her brat like behavior begins to grate. She’s pushing my buttons deliberately and I’ll shove my dick down her throat and make her gag on it if she doesn’t stop soon.
The wards shimmer faintly in the distance, a ripple of energy just beyond the ordinary. Our mansion looms behind them, all jagged edges and shadowed spires, every inch the unwelcoming fortress I designed it to be. We insist on one in every town that’s big enough to support a warlock community, and they’re all protected by spells and wards that lesser warlocks cannot break through. Even powerful warlocks would struggle and we’d know if they tried to disturb the defenses around our manors. The fortresses are as much a symbol of our power and influence as they are a useful way of keeping control, and it makes the arrival party that greeted us all the more surprising.
I could forgive the trap in the woods, allowing the inhabitants to explain it away as a standard protection that Zara’s presence inadvertently triggered. Someone sent thewarlocks who attacked us, and I’m open-minded enough to allow for the possibility that they had nothing to do with Varric’s Hollow.
But the guards who attacked us were protecting the outpost and they were wearing the town’s insignia. There is not an excuse or reason I can think of that would excuse this act from this provincial, dirty settlement, and I’ll make damn sure that Darius, Galen, and I return the favor in kind. With interest on top.
“We’re close.”
I hear Zara whine as she inhales. My cock strains against my trousers and I’m on the verge of losing all reason.
“Brats don’t get good dickings,” I whisper before peering out of the side street, checking that we’ll be fine before we move through the streets that stand between us and safety. I’m honestly unsure if there is any danger, but I refuse to take the risk and Zara’s using it to her advantage.
“I don’t want a good…” She swallows and then huffs.
“Kitten, your cunt’s begging for my cock. It’s so wet I can smell it from here. I can feel it throbbing for me through the blood weave. There’s no point in lying to me.” I hum and I feel the heat of her eyes boring into my honed ass again. “No point in denying yourself, either. Focus for a few minutes and I’ll think about filling you until your pussy begs me to stop.”
My eyes narrow as I scour the streets ahead. Zara’s still huffing and I ignore the shit out of her, deciding that now is as good a time as any to try to use my magic without blowing everything up like we’re in a war zone. It’s one thing using power under pressure when you’ve got no choice, but it’s quite another when you’re going for subtlety. That’s a whole other beast and I may as well start wrangling it now.
I reach out with my magic, letting it thread through the air like a shadowy current, testing the wards and the spacebetween us and the mansion. It works and I’m pleased, its power humming low and steady, a reassuring pulse, and I decide that’s good enough for now.
Zara huffs once more and it’s the final fucking straw. I grab her around the waist, haul her over my shoulder and march toward the wards without a second thought. She lands a weak smack against my back, and I add it to her tally for later, stepping into the wards as they ripple and part for me. The air thickens for a moment, the magic assessing, then recognizing me, and I pass through easily, Zara still fuming.
“Put me down!” she snaps, her voice a harsh whisper that barely masks her embarrassment.
“Not a chance,” I say, tightening my grip. “The wards aren’t forgiving, and I don’t trust you not to try something stupid.”
She glares up at me, her cheeks flushed, but I don’t give her the chance to argue. The wards hum as we pass through them, their energy crackling against my skin like static electricity. I reach out with my magic, pushing just enough shadow into the weave to ease our passage. I don’t stop until we’re past it, the wards sealing shut behind us with a sharp snap.
