Page 36 of Fangs & Freaks
No, he doesn’t get to be in there while I stand here in turmoil. We’re bonded. Mated together for life. Either we face this head on, or end it now, rejecting each other and living with the agony that it brings to us.
It’s now or never. I make my way across the room, taking hold of the handle, and take a deep breath. I can feel his heart pounding, and it spurs mine on. But we need to handle this now. I turn the handle, pushing the door open. He’s standing in front of the sink, his hands gripping the gray porcelain so tightly his knuckles have drained of blood. His head is slumped forward and his shoulders tense.
“What's wrong, unicorn?” I ask, giving him the leeway to answer without pressure.
He doesn’t turn around, nor look up, even to catch a glimpse of me in the mirror. “We’re mates.” Two words, yet they cut through me like a knife. He doesn’t want this, us, me.
“Yes, I know. It’s a shock to me as well.” I take a step forward, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. If he were to reject my touch, I don’t know how I would take it. “You’re mine. Did you not want to be mated to a monster like me?”
Whatever I said gets his attention and he lifts his head, spinning around so he’s facing me. “No, it's not that. You’re not a monster, Bellonna. You did what you had to do to survive. Anyone would do the same in your position. I can’t even imagine going through the pain you endured at the hands of those you trusted, who you called friends.”
“Then what is it? You’ve got to help me out here. I may be all powerful and can feel your emotions, but I can’t read your mind.You need to use your words and tell me. If me being Bloody Mary isn’t the issue, then what is? Why leave me alone like you did? Why run from me as if you’re afraid of me?” I step closer into his bubble, our bodies so close that I can feel his breath on me.
He reaches out, taking my hand in his, lifting it to his lips, kissing each of my fingers softly. A plethora of emotions course through me, desire and love the greatest.
“It’s not you Bellonna, it’s me.”
The greatest line in history and he’s using it on me. Really. What the fuck. Rage begins to replace all other emotions and I’m ready to smite him with all my force. Men are fucking raging idiots. How dare he take my hand and perform such a sweet gesture, then hit me with this line of crap.
“Varys—” He places his finger over my mouth, shushing me.
“Let me finish. I can see you already starting to get angry, and I know you’ve taken my words the wrong way. I literally mean that it’s me. I’m the problem, not you, or who you are, but me.”
“Then maybe you should fucking explain it better,” I mumble around his fingers.
“Yeah, guess I’m not doing such a good job at that. I’m a unicorn, Bellonna. We’re rare. Our kind was never meant to be monogamous, though a few of us do become that when we find our mate, our other half. It’s not a bond like the one we just made. And you’re an immortal legend. Surely you’re not monogamous either.”
“Okay. So you have a mate. We’re bonded. It’s something neither of us expected to happen, but it has. We can accept it, or we can reject each other. Either way, you are mine. I’ll just have to decide how I plan to navigate that. How do you know we couldn’t be monogamous? It’s a word, and its definition can be left to interpretation. It’s what we want it to be.”
He releases my hand, cupping my cheek, as he leans in and kisses me softly on my lips.
“I also know that you’ve been teasing and somewhat intimate with the president and vice president of a certain MC.”
“You know nothing,” I snap in a whisper, placing my hand on his chest.
“Oh, but I do, Bellonna. It’s not like it’s any different for me. I think you’d like to see me getting fucked while I feast on that pretty little pussy of yours. Or maybe you want them feasting on your pussy while I fuck you. Their tongues lapping at your cunt and my cock at the same time.” His voice is husky and laden with sexual tension; I can’t help but whimper.
He kisses me again, this time deepening it as he pulls my body firmly against his. His hard cock presses against me, teasing me with images of him buried deep inside of me. Varys’ arms wrap around me, lifting me into the air. As if guided by instinct or muscle memory, my legs wrap around his waist as he moves forward, stepping out of the bathroom back into my bedroom. He doesn’t look; it’s as if he has every inch of my abode memorized.
“I can’t wait to taste you again,” he mumbles into my mouth.
“Then taste me,” I reply. He drops me down on the bed, then climbs between my legs. He sticks out his long, broad, thick tongue and I’m already tingling, knowing what’s about to come. Or cum, in my case.
He slides his tongue through my already wet folds, all the way up to my clit, swirling his tongue teasingly around it, before biting down, with just enough force to cause pain, but not draw blood.
“God, you’re delicious.” His husky voice sends chills through me as he begins feasting on my pussy.
“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary,” echoes in my head. Fucking Christ! Damn orgasm blockers.
Chapter Twenty
Thirty minutes prior
Blackwell
In an instant,we’re transported from the room with Bellonna and Varys back to the clubhouse, straight into Warrick’s office. Fuck me. I love this mode of transportation. It's right out of aStar Trekmovie, and I’m here for it. Beam me up, Bellonna.
The office is silent at first, a stillness hanging in the air, but it shatters as Warrick slams his fist on his desk. The impact echoes like a gunshot, the wood cracking under the force.
