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I knew when to stop fucking.
The trouble was that I didn’twantto stop fucking.
Not when I was fucking Alice.
I wanted—no, Ineededher to know what it felt like to be drenched in my demon seed. I needed her to know how far she could be stretched to take the full length of my demon cock. To fill her hot, wet, tight little pussy with a veritable flood of my utter devotion until it spilled down her tender thighs.
I’d mounted her.
Ravaged her.
Buried myself in her.
Claimed her.
In the heat of the moment, the temporary loss of my powers seemed a small price to pay. I’d counted on my friend to have my back.
Yet that gamble had cost me dearly.
Serves me right for trusting a madman.
"Idoknow when to stop fucking, Hatter. I shouldn’t have let myself—”
“At least you have an excuse for not waking up,” Hatter grumbled. “I was just being greedy, fucking her so many times that I rendered myself unconscious.”
“I was being greedy as well,” I pointed out, grateful for his spark of clarity.
“I was greedier. You came once. I came so many times that—”
“Yes, yes, you don’t need to remind me how you’re able to fuck as much as you like,” I warned him. “The point is, we lost Alice. Where are we evengoing?”
“I don’t know!” Hatter finally admitted, throwing up his hands in frustration. “I thought if I walked with enough purpose, we’d find her.”
“I don’t think that’s how walking with purpose works,” I grimaced while resisting the urge to strangle my friend.
“Going in circles is more effective than going nowhere,” the Mad Hatter rationalized, wagging an accusatory finger at me. “Although, the joy lies not in the destination, but in the maddening journey itself. All we can do is twist and twirl and dance to the chaos.That, my dear Cheshire Cat, is the essence of life’s wicked game. Going nowhere—stagnation—is the true curse that stifles the soul.”
My heart sank as I recognized the telltale signs of my friend teetering on the edge of madness. I loved Hatter like a brother, and I appreciated his unique and colorful perspectives on life.
But his timing was terrible.
I needed him to hang onto his lucidity long enough to find Alice and get to the White Queen’s court before her wicked older sister beat us to it.
“Perhaps we should go back and search again for clues?” I suggested halfheartedly. We’d already scoured the garden repeatedly and found nothing. We had no clues, no leads, and no idea where Alice had disappeared to.
“As long as we’re walking, that’s all that matters.” Hatter shook his head so hard that his top hat teetered back and forth on his head. “Alice will turn up. She always does. We need to keep walking so we can find her before the Red Queen gets her hands on her."
My fists clenched at the thought of The Red Queen torturing Alice the way she had tortured Hatter back when he stole the Vorpal Sword. He’d been burned and flayed and beaten within an inch of his life.
The poor fae was too insane to know day from night, let alone the location of a priceless weapon he’d hidden in a fit of lunacy. The Red Queen was so enraged that she wanted to cut off his head, but he was the only person in Wonderland who knew where the Vorpal Sword was.
I would rip out the Queen’s black heart with my own claws before I let her touch Alice.
"We’ll find her," I said, as much to reassure myself as Hatter. "Somehow, we’ll find her. She’s the only light left in this rotten world. Wehaveto find her."
I couldn’t give up on her.
Alice was out there somewhere, and we would scour every inch of our ruined Wonderland to find her...
