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“Horribly,” she promised. The excitement lit up her face. She’d be pretty if she wasn’t such a bitch.
“Good. You can watch if you choose. Even if you don’t, you’ll hear the screams,” I said as I walked out, not caring either way if she followed. “Out.” The guards scurried away at my words, leaving me alone with my victims. I locked the door behind him since the witch did not follow.
“We don’t have to do this,” Camilla begged uselessly.
“Oh but we do. The three of us have a lot to discuss,” I drew out before walking forward and clutching her hair in my hand, yanking her head backward so she was forced to stare at the ceiling. With one hand I flicked off the cork and poised the bottle over her head. Realization filled her eyes and tears started to trickle out. The fight had already left her. “Last chance.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed, the sound cutting into a scream as I upturned the bottle, not caring about single drops and instead pouring it over her eyes and face. Her skin bubbled around her eyes as her screams turned feral, guttural as I took the one asset her magic relied on. She was useless now.
Her fight was strong as she slammed her arms against the chains in a desperate attempt to get rid of the poison, to swipe it from her eyes.
“You won’t be talking to anyone anymore,” I mused as I let go. The damage was done but I was far from finished with these traitors. My steps were slow as I walked to the cell against the wall. The vampire was raging behind the bars. He watched me with cold, viscous eyes as I walked closer but one click from a button and I activated the hexed collars rendering them useless. Both paralyzed and forced to endure. I opened the cell now that there would be no push back and crouched in front of the vampire who had slipped to the floor. I’d grabbed my pliers on the way over and his eyes widened as I opened his mouth. The fear in his eyes fed my soul as I prepared to take from him his greatest asset.
“You bleed a lot for a blood sucker. I didn’t think you even had a heart,” I joked.
He was fighting uselessly, now choking on his own blood as it filled his mouth, and I yanked his head back again. Doing the same to the second. Disgusted at the pathetic, gurgling vampire, I dropped him to the floor.
“That leaves you and me, pup,” I said with a grin as I walked over and took the hammer back into my hand. She watched me as I moved closer to her, yanking at the chains holding her to the wall. “You see, I know it was your idea to contact your sister. But no matter what information you gave her, we are watching their every move. There’s nothing they can do without my knowledge.”
“And I’d do it again,” she said defiantly. Instead of saying anything in response, I swung the hammer down on one leg. The bones crunched and her scream was far more satisfying than her mates’.
The amount of noise she created as I shattered her legs was insane, but so fucking delicious. By the time I shattered both of her legs beyond the point of her wolf being able to fix it, not to mention she couldn’t shift, I dropped the hammer and walked to the door, whistling to myself.
Who knew that a bit of torture could put you in such a good mood. I laughed to myself, the irony of it not lost on me. They wanted to play with fire, then I would gladly use it to my advantage.
I pushed open the door and turned to my guards. “I want you to drag the three of them in chains out to the center of town. Show these people what happens to those who defy me. We’ve made an example of them… time to put them on display.”
Yet despite the fun I’d had, I was far from satisfied. What had they shared with Vanya?
ChapterTwelve
Vanya
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Torryn’s voice was rough with sleep as he smiled lazily. I’d barely moved but he was apparently a very light sleeper.
“Hello,” I greeted with a yawn. He pulled me close, grinding me into his morning wood as his lips teased at my neck. My breath hitched as his hand trailed down my side, teasing under the shirt I was wearing. After the last few days that we’ve had here at the Bluffs, everyone had been searching frantically for any leads on where we could take our pack. I was so stressed and when I woke up this morning, I was ready for another day of crazy, but the moment Torryn took me into his arms, I couldn’t resist it. Seemed I needed an outlet and he knew it. The fact he could already read me this well, that he cared enough to track my moods, well it told me I’d made the right decision giving him a chance.
“Oh, look at this,” he teased as his hands skimmed over my bare ass, then around to the front. My legs parted for him, and I relaxed back into the bed. “Sleepy Vanya might be the most submissive yet, let’s see.”
He swung his leg over mine, pinning me with his body before ripping my shirt off. It had already rode up my chest so it was useless at that point anyway. The moment my body was exposed for him, he let out a primal growl that I felt all the way to my core.
“We’ve had to rush before, but this time? I’m taking my time,” he warned as he leaned down and placed a trail of kisses down my throat to my collarbone. Each brush of his lips and nip of his teeth had my need growing but I held back from rushing him, giving him full control this time.
Torryn wasn’t satisfied until he’d tasted every inch of me but my pussy that was now aching with the desire to be touched, pleased, tasted. Anything he’d give me. The amusement that flitted across his face each time I let out an annoyed huff meant he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“What’s wrong, Luna?” he teased. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me with your mouth until I forget your name,” I demanded. “Now.”
“So feisty,” he teased as he settled between my thighs. His breath fanned over my bare pussy and I whimpered at the teasing brush of air. “But I think I want to hear you beg.”
“No,” I groaned. “I don’t beg.”
“Oh, but you will,” he promised. His teeth clamped down on my thigh and I cried out in shock. He soothed the pain over with his tongue, teasing circles on my skin anywhere but where I needed it. My body was on fire, every nerve ending on edge so each brush of his lips or hands against my skin had me writhing and desperate.
“Fine,” I growled. “Please fuck me with your mouth, Torryn.”
“Not good enough,” he said as he gave just one teasing flick of his tongue over my clit. A shiver rocked through me and my hips rocked forward, needing more than he was giving me.
