Page 34 of Fangs & Freaks
“Blackwell,” finally rushes from his mouth, and I see red, my vision a haze as I process what he’s said. How dare that vile undead creature mark what’s mine.
The words hit like a bucket of cold water, cutting through my anger. Idoremember them telling me they bit my toy. I justdidn’t expect to still see it. “I thought the scar would be gone by now,” I murmur, my fingers brushing over the faint puncture wounds.
Varys shrugs lightly, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “It’s a lot lighter than it was,” he says.
My gaze lingers on the marks for a moment longer, the heat of my initial fury giving way to something else. Ownership. Reassurance. My eyes drift lower, to the mark I placed on him. The one that means infinitely more.
I take hold of his shirt, ripping it open, only calming when I seemymark on him. I take my finger, tracing over the pattern as my anger calms. “This mark says you are mine. It’s there because I am who you belong to and this realm, here with me, is where you belong. No common bite mark is a claim of ownership.” I can’t help but smile as something hard presses against my core. “And the hard dick pressing against my cunt says you want to be here, too.” I lower my head, taking his lips with mine in a forceful kiss.
Varys
She’s teasing me. Her lips curve into a wicked smile as her long, dark hair spills over her shoulders, cascading like an ink spill over pale skin. With a casual flick of her wrist, her clothes vanish, leaving her bare and radiant in the dim, otherworldly light of the room. My breath catches as her beauty hits me like a blow, raw and undeniable.
The mark she’s staring at, feels both alien and natural, as if it’s always belonged there. Her fingers trace it lightly, sending sparks of sensation skittering through me.
“Just admit it, Varys,” she purrs, her voice low and sultry. “Admit you’re happy I claimed you.”
I want to argue. I should argue. She kidnapped me, dragged me into this infernal realm, and now she’s staking her claim like I’m a prize. But damn it, a part of me—a part I don’t want to acknowledge—is happy about it. The way her body presses against mine, her scent wrapping around me, and the sheer dominance in her tone… it’s intoxicating.
I groan, the tension snapping. “Fuck it,” I mutter, and without another thought, I latch onto her nipple, my mouth claiming her with the kind of fervor I’ve been trying to suppress.
She gasps, her head falling back as my tongue flicks over the hardened peak. Her nails rake across my shoulders, sharp enough to draw blood, but the sting only fuels the fire growing between us. Her hips roll against mine, and I feel her heat even through the thin fabric separating us. Bellonna is nothing if not relentless. She presses me further into the plush mattress, her laughter soft and dark as she looks down at me with those predatory eyes.
She shifts, sliding down my body, and before I can say anything, she’s magicked the last of my clothes away and her mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets as she takes my cock completely to the back of her throat on the first pass. The sensation is overwhelming, her tongue and lips working me with a skill that leaves no room for thought, only feeling. She pulls back just enough to glance up at me, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Her tongue rolls around my tip as she smiles at me with only her eyes before sucking on the head of my cock like a goddamn lollipop. And then it happens. My horn, my fuckingunicorn horn, emerges. The magical energy ripples through me, and I know it’s there without even looking. Bellonna stops for a moment, her gaze locking onto it. A giggle escapes her lips; the sound shouldn’t be as arousing as it is.
“Oh, Varys,” she whispers, her voice dripping with amusement. “You really are one of a kind.”
“Don’t laugh,” I manage to choke out, though her amusement only turns me on more.
She doesn’t reply. Instead, she shifts her focus, her mouth trailing kisses along my thighs as her hands explore every inch of me. The intensity of it all is too much, and I find myself flipping her over, pinning her beneath me. Her laughter turns to a moan as I trace her body with my tongue, tasting her like she’s a forbidden fruit.
She moans as I flatten my tongue and lap at her clit… her juices filling my mouth. I can’t get enough. She tastes like cherries and danger. I want to live right here between these pale thighs.
“Fuck, Varys,” she groans. “Right there. Eat that fucking pussy.”
Her words have my cock rock hard and pressing into the mattress. At this point, one thrust of my hips and I’d blow my load all over her silk sheets. I’ve never been with a woman who’s so controlling and uninhibited in the bedroom.
I listen to her though, and using only the tip of my tongue, I flick her clit up and down rapidly as I plunge three fingers into her tight hole.
“Fuck!” she screams as she explodes, squirting all over my face. I sigh as I lick her through her orgasm, her pussy rolling against my face.
When she stills, I move fast onto my knees, positioning my tip at her entrance and surge forward. I don’t let up; I pound into her with reckless abandon, and she takes every bit of it.
“Yes. Just like that. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants as I fuck her.
The rhythm between us is primal, an untamed dance that makes the lines between love and lust blur until they’re nonexistent. I’m lost in her, in the way she moves, in the way she calls my name like a spell.
In the heat of it all, something instinctual takes over. My horn, glowing faintly with a golden light, lowers as I thrust deeper into her. Without thinking, I stab it into her shoulder. The sound she makes—a mix of a gasp and a laugh—sends chills down my spine.
She shudders beneath me, her body tensing before a wave of pleasure overtakes her. I feel it too, the connection between us intensifying. I freeze, my toes curling as my heart pounds in my chest and I fill her with my cum.
“Oh, Varys,” she purrs, her voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re full of surprises.”
I pull back immediately, horrified by what I’ve just done. I may have just had the best fuck of my life and I lost it and stabbed her with my damn horn, of all things. She’s already healed, but there is a faint gold scar on her creamy skin where it happened. “I’m so sorry,” I stammer, my hands trembling as I touch her shoulder where my horn pierced her. “I don’t know what came over me…”
Before I can say more, a new voice fills the room, smooth and commanding. “I do.”
