Page 35 of You Only Die Twice

“They went up in smoke.”

“What happened to Gloria?”

“I - I don’t really know. After her head….”

Luka turns, spearing me with a glare. The heat of his anger washes over me, like fiery fingers grazing my skin. Instead of reprimanding me, it turns me on. Even now, over Katrina’s dead body, my cock rises, throbbing, insistent.

“You know, for an operative, you’re really not all that observant. Is that a personal flaw or an American thing?”

My body bristles as I clench my fingers into fists. “Forgive me for shutting down after an impromptu decapitation. I don’t really face that a lot on the field.”

“If you noticed,” he continued, ignoring my show of spine. “She had no body left. What do you see here on the floor?”

“Katrina’s body.”

“That should clue you in. She’s not dead. She’s not dying. She’s just being a petulant child, throwing a tantrum because she didn’t get her way.” Turning back to Katrina, he smoothes her hair away from her face. “I don’t allow tantrums. You will learn soon enough that there are fates worse than death.”

Rolling her to her back, he keeps the wood lodged in her chest as he spreads her legs. “She can see, hear, and feel everything, but she’s unable to move. That’s why legends spread about this being the way to kill a vampire. It’s simply not true. It merely paralyzes us, making us vulnerable to the true death.”

Without any preamble, he pulls out the same cock sheath that I used when face-fucking Gloria, and my blood runs cold. “Don’t you dare -.”

Luka cut me off with a furious gaze. “Are you presuming to order me? Do you dare have the yaytsa to stand there and fucking give me orders while I hold our mate’s life in my hands? Are you that fucking stupid? I knew you had a death wish, but I never knew your audacity ran to such idiotic levels.”

He holds the sheath up in front of Katrina, passing it over her eyes so she can get a good look before laying it down on her forehead. “You don’t know yet, my igrushka, but I have a very peculiar way of keeping my underlings in line. Jackson knows my methods intimately, but you have not had the privilege.”

Once Katrina’s legs are spread wide, Luka shoves his girth into her with a force that slides her body across the floor. “Consider this your warning,” he growls, his words punctuated by his hard, punishing thrusts. “Next time, this punishment fucking will happen with that sheath on. And no,” he turns again to me. “It will not kill you, but it will make sex very uncomfortable until you heal. And Printsessa, you can count on me fucking you nonstop after that punishment, my cum filling your cuts and scrapes, burning as it fills you up. If you think I will feel any remorse, you don’t know me at all.”

I stand there, helpless as he pounds into her. Now that I know she’s not dead, the same irritation flows through me, and I feel a modicum of what Luka’s feeling. For me, it’s still tempered by the fact that she had me so worried. For Luka, this has probably happened enough times that it’s more of an irritation than a worry.

How could she do this to me? To us? Is she really so selfish as to leave us here alone without her? The more I think about her actions with the same cold detachment as Luka, the more furious I get. Storming over, I grab the sheath and slide it over my hardened length.

If Luka is at all shocked by my actions, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he smirks, revealing a sharpened canine. Having the metal back around my cock feels much better than it should. The power goes to my head, leaving me dizzy with it.

“I’ve worn this before,” I groan, squeezing my balls to get a little relief. “It was a punishment then too. So I also know my way around it. Seems to me in all of this, you forgot the smallest detail. Even though you are a vampire, you are still our submissive, and when a submissive disobeys, they get punished.”

I kneel down, letting the head of my cock slide against her temple, smearing the clear fluid leaking from me into her hair. “You scared the living shit out of me,” I whisper, sliding my fingers along her scalp, feeling the jolt of her head against my hand as Luka continues to fuck her. “You will never do that to me again. I hope we have made this abundantly clear.”

Though Luka probably has his own reasons for being angry with her, mine stem completely from the fear of losing her. If it means damaging her body to get the point across, then so be it. I can’t keep treating her like she’s porcelain. No matter how rough I get, no matter how severe the punishment, she will always bounce back from it.

As long as we keep her head connected to her body, we can destroy everything else if that’s what it takes to keep her safely chained by our sides. It’s not about breaking our toy. That’s its own category of satisfaction. For me, this is about making a point. She no longer belongs to herself. She’s our property. And she will damn well make sure she takes care of herself, or we will do it for her.

* * *

Katrina

Fear sparks along my nerves as I watch Jackson in my peripheral. I should be grateful that they’re not harming me while in this vulnerable state, but I’m too overcome with panic to think clearly. I thought this would work. I really thought it would be an absolution.

I want to cry out, to tell them I’m sorry, but nothing’s working. I can’t even shed a tear to show them my remorse. But it doesn’t matter. It’s not true sorrow. Not really. I’m devastated that I didn’t succeed. I don’t give two fucks about them missing me. At least not then.

The more Jackson pets me through Luka’s furious mating, the more my heart breaks at the contrasting tenderness. I can feel the anger pouring off of them both, but it seems to come from a place of caring. But how? How can these monsters care about anything?

Not just anything, Kotenok. You. Don’t mistake our passion, our ownership of you for weakness. We would kill for you. Jackson would die for you. I don’t have that luxury. There are too many balls that spin because of my existence. The only reason I’m not over here fucking you as a means of life-affirming sex is because this isn’t new. You’re not the first to pull this stunt, and truthfully, I thought you’d be more creative.

Luka’s chastising voice burns in my mind, mirroring the burn in my pussy as he saws in and out, not giving one damn about my pleasure. With this stake in me, even that part is muted. I don’t really feel the discomfort as much as he’s probably wanting, but I’m also not feeling the pleasure. I’m in this gray haze, and it’s a feeling I detest.

After pumping in and out a few more times, Luka stands up and strokes himself over me before drenching me with his cum. Cool, thick ropes descend on my face, splatters landing on my eyes as he marks me. If I were still a human, there would be a mad dash for a rag to make sure I didn’t ruin the delicate tissues, but neither of them makes a move to clean me up.

Nodding, Luka and Jackson leave me there, still impaled. The slamming of the door feels final as they leave me alone with my thoughts. None of this is fair. If I’m not the first to try this, then they had to know what I was contemplating. Why even let me go through with it?