Page 18 of The Fixer

My focus was on the dangerously still form watching us from the crowd of creatures fucking wildly around him. Raithe’s eyes were locked with mine, and his anger was tangible in the air. Ransom’s wicked laughter between my thighs told me he was fully aware of his brother watching him and the women who pleasured us. Valentina’s head lifted from my breast and a hiss left her lips.

“Raithe,” she whispered in a silky, wishful tone. “She’s ready for you, my love.”

“You were told she was off-limits,” Raithe’s tone was sharp and angry as it tore through the air of the sunken garden louder than a clap of thunder. “You forget yourselves. I’m your king, and my word is law, unless Ransom wishes to challenge me for my throne?” Raithe asked in a darkening tone as I cried out in ecstasy from Ransom’s devilish kiss between my thighs. “Release her, now.”

“Oh, come on, Raithe. We’re merely having a little fun with your newest plaything. You never did like sharing your toys with me,” Ransom chided before his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking the tight bud deeply into his heated mouth. “Mmm, she’s so sweet. Come taste her cunt, asshole. She’s delightfully wicked and has yet to whisper one complaint or fear for what we are doing to her lusciously lithe body. Isn’t that right, Chevelle? You like us feasting on your pretty cunt and tits, don’t you?” When I failed to answer him, he reached forward, gripping my jaw painfully hard as he jerked me upright by it. I cried out in pain as he laughed soundlessly. “I was just about to stretch her pussy out to accommodate your cock. Valentina was going to ensure she remained compliant so I could fill it with my come. Alice will lick it from her tight, heated pussy, which is always a crowd pleaser.”

“Valentina isn’t supposed to be out of her tomb with others present on the island, Ransom. Unless you wish her me to finish her punishment for the crimes against me and our bloodline, I suggest she should return to it immediately. Alice, report to your brother and inform him you’ve displeased your king and will join your other sister in confinement until I decide otherwise. You, get your fucking hands off of her,now. I forbid you from touching her. You’ve removed her free will by drawing her to this section of the garden. You continue to straddle the line while disregarding our laws.” Raithe’s chest was bare, which exposed the sinfully erotic lines of his powerful physique. Sauntering toward the altar, his gaze slowly roved over my exposed body, pausing at each bite they’d made in my flesh with hunger burning in it.

“I’m sick and tired of hiding what we are from mortals. They’re beneath us. They’ve destroyed our world, and you’ve driven us into the shadows, and for what? So they can think they’re the top of the food chain? I am fucking starving, Raithe. You want to control the world, but you refuse to simply take it by force. You are the most powerful creature in the syndicate, yet you refuse to allow our kind or those like us to reveal our existence. Why the fuck should we hide what we are from those weaker than us?” Ransom demanded angrily, his demeanor changing to reveal lethal violence beneath his carefully crafted façade. “Look at her!” he snarled while grasping a handful of my hair painfully. His other hand gripped my throat, crushing my airway as he rag-dolled my body violently.

“Let her go now, brother. Before you do something, which cannot be undone,” Raithe warned through clenched teeth. His entire body vibrated with the barely restrained hostility humming through it, clouding the air with a dangerous warning.

“I don’t think so, Raithe. You see, she’s willingly accepted and tasted my blood. Your sweet Elle is beneath my thrall. If you wish me to free her from it, you’ll release Valentina from her punishment.”

“No, I won’t. Valentina is a parasite who betrayed our blood bond which warranted her death the moment she had done so. That treacherous bitch hasn’t ever cared about anything but herself. She’s never loved either of us, brother. The faithless whore merely wanted the power and wealth which would come from being our mate. Do you honestly think she’s planning to stick with you once I’ve freed her? Even if she agrees to fully mate with you, she’ll merely do the same as she did me. She’ll sever your mating bond until it’s merely a painful string holding you to her, the same as she did to me. If you survive the madness, it leaves you spinning in, which is doubtful since I almost didn’t live through it, she’ll pluck it every so often so you remember who owns a piece of your soul. Is that what you want?” he asked so softly it would’ve sounded tender if not for the underlying venom and barbs laced in his tone.

“Valentina is our mate, brother. Yet, you entombed her without care or thought of what it did to me! She hated your stoical, unfeeling ass from the moment you claimed her as your queen. You’ve never wanted a mate, but you claimed the one female I loved for yourself. You’ve always taken everything from me.”

“And what is it you think I took from you?” Raithe asked with his gaze drifting to mine before sliding down my frame with naked hunger simmering in his dark, chilling gaze.

“You stole my throne by being ripped from our mother’s womb before me. It wasn’t enough to steal my title, no. After you’d stolen my birthright, you still craved more. The day I brought Valentina home and declared she was my mate, you intervened and stated she was also your mate. You stole her from me, and then treated her like she was nothing more than a shiny jewel in your treasure trove. Neglected, forgotten, and overlooked. You didn’t deserve the bonding link, or her.”

“You think I had a choice of which of us was removed from our mother’s womb first? Had we been birthed naturally, you’d be king, and I’d be the thorn in your side. It’s true that I never wanted a mate let alone a fucking bonded one, brother. You more than anyone else knew my aversion to being mated to merely one woman. Yet you flaunted her in my face day after day until my inner beast refused to ignore the call of her blood. Unlike you, I knew she merely wanted power, and because of our unique bond, she was able to mate with both of us. Valentina never intended to fully bond with either of us. Her intention was merely to end our reign over our race so her true love could ascend our throne and become king. Ivan’s the only man she’s ever loved. I murdered him in front of her, Ransom. Her only wish now is revenge against me for murdering him. She’s a snake that you don’t see hiding in the tall grass until it’s poised to strike you.” Raithe had inched forward during his tightly clipped rebuke. His features were sharper as they peered above my head, regarding his brother with a calmness I didn’t share.

“Kill yourself, Chevelle,” Ransom whispered against my ear before shoving me toward his brother. My brows shot up toward my hairline as my mind replayed his command in layered tones, echoing through my skull. Turning toward Ransom, my hand lifted to accept the knife he held.

“Do not do this, Ransom. Elle is not guilty of any crime against you.” The moment my fingers closed around the blade, I lifted it toward my throat, only for Raithe to grip my wrist, preventing me from opening the artery with the deadly steel. “Free her of your influence,” he hissed in a tone that promised retribution if his brother didn’t follow the command.

“I gave you my terms,my king. You want her freed from the command? Release Valentina, now. You can have this human you’re so fucking possessive over. However, she’s currently suffering the crux of tasting more than merely a droplet of our blood. Are you willing to fuck her in order to keep her from going insane, Raithe? Does your cock even work anymore after you’ve neglected to satisfy your needs while controlling everything from the shadows of your kingdom? I bet she’d rather you look away so I can soothe her pretty cunt of the ache we created in her feverish flesh.”

“I’ll free Valentina the moment you release Elle. You’ve my word as your king. But know this, Ransom, once it’s done, you’ll leave this island and never return,” Raithe growled as his hold on my wrist turned painful. He squeezed until the knife was forced from my fingers and clattered onto the ground. One hand slipped around my waist, which shot heat to every nerve ending as his strength reassured me, I was safe. “When that viperous bitch turns your mind against you, I won’t be there to protect you, little brother. I won’t be there to save as you as I’ve done since our parents were murdered.” There was a catch in Raithe’s tone at the mention of their parents, which caused it to reflect in Ransom’s features.

“I don’t need you to save me anymore, Raithe,” he growled harshly.

“Free Elle of your thrall.” Raithe’s tone was deadened as he thrust me toward his brother, who caught me easily. My eyes slid to the knife, wanting and longing to do as Ransom had demanded I do.

Turning me in his arms, Ransom rested his chin on my shoulder, murmuring in my ear. “I want you to fuck my brother like the filthy little slut he craves you to be, Chevelle. You’re my parting gift to him. You’ll be a ravenous, dirty whore as you suck his prick and take it in that tight, soaking wet cunt you so willingly allowed me to taste. You want him to treat you like a good slut, right?” At my nod, he laughed coldly as he reached up, ripping the gown from my shoulders to fully expose my shivering body. Raithe’s eyes didn’t leave his brother’s face to see what he’d revealed. A bloodied wrist was pushed against my lips, which caused my stomach to twist with nausea at the coppery tang of it near my nose. “Drink, you stupid bitch,” he ordered, which had my lips parting, and my tongue sliding over the gash he’d made in his wrist. “Free Valentina, now.”

“I free you of your tomb, Valentina Romanoff. You and Ransom Dravyn are to leave this island and never return,” Raithe grated out as a tic began hammering in his cheek.

“You are free of my will, Chevelle Reed. But you’ll uphold my desire to give my brother my parting gift,” Ransom stated against my ear, cutting my collarbone deeply before pushing me forward and vanishing, which caused the wind to rush around me. My hair whipped against my face as powerful arms cradled me and an angry growl ripped from Raithe’s lungs.

“You were told to remain in your chamber, Elle.” My hand slid into the waistband of the sweatpants he wore to find his thick, hardening cock. “Fucking hell, this wasn’t how I wanted you, little lamb. I craved your willing submission, not this.”

“Fuck me, Raithe,” I whispered through the chattering of my teeth. It wasn’t merely a need. It was an all-consuming desire to suck him off and allow him to debase me until the whispered command in my head ceased screaming. “Fuck me like a filthy slut and make me feel good. My pussy aches for you. I’m so wet for you,” I rasped through swollen lips, painted with his brother’s blood. One minute we were standing in the garden filled with sinister statues gawking at us and the next my back struck the wall of the shower.

“I don’t intend to taste anything but you when I claim your sweet cunt, Miss Reed. I’d prefer not to taste my brother’s blood on those pouty, fuckable lips of yours when I kiss or abuse them. Now, be a good slut and wash him and his heathen whores’ scents off your lithe, lovely body. When you’ve finished, I’ll be waiting for you in my chambers,” he instructed before stepping out of the large glass shower and strolling from the room, slamming the door shut behind him with such a force it threatened to shatter into splinters. The entire shower shook with the intensity of his anger, but the need to do as he’d bid won control of my mind in the end.

Chapter Ten

I’dwashedeverydropletof blood, saliva, and arousal from my flesh before exiting the shower. It was a must to rid my body of any other taint for Raithe. Sauntering into the bedroom, I paused at the dark room, shivering as Ransom’s words echoed through my skull. The need to please Raithe overrode the fear, trying to creep up through my mind. Icy claws pierced my mind, which forced me forward. Blindly, I walked through the large chamber drawn toward the scent of masculinity, lust, and the promise of release Raithe’s essence shot through my senses.

Light filled the room as candlelight ignited, bathing the room in a soft glow. Turning toward it, I spotted Raithe seated in a large leather chair, reclining in the plush seat with a dark, worrisome air around his presence. My stomach tightened with the need to please him, as if he was the only thing in my world which mattered.

“Remove the towel, and lay on the bed, Elle,” he ordered in a firm, sharp tone. My fingers released the white-knuckle grip I’d held on the towel, which exposed my lithe frame to his heated stare. Spinning on my heel, I sauntered toward a sprawling four-poster bed of onyx and crimson silk. Bending over as I presented him with a perfect picture of my ass in the air, I crawled onto his bed, spinning around to ensure my back was on the mattress, as he’d wished. “Spread your feet apart and then drop your knees to the side.” I obeyed him as my mind pierced with the compulsive need to do as he bid. “I want you to touch yourself, slowly.” His voice held command and authority in his darkly uttered syllable.

My palms slid upward, cupping my breasts as I pinched my nipples hard enough to hurt. The moan which broke from my parted lips was needy, and burdened with a lustful plea. Tweaking them, I pulled and twisted until the pain met pleasure. Heat from his hooded gaze scorched my cunt, which I knew he watched for arousal. One hand abandoned my breast to push further down my belly, sliding through the sleek wetness between my thighs. Two fingers pushed into my throbbing pussy as a whimper of pleasure broke from my parted lips.

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