Page 38 of Fangs & Freaks
Fuck, my cock is so hard.
I yearn to come, to shoot my load, and to clamp down all at the same time. What the fuck is happening? My hand goes to my pants, undoing them quickly as I pull out my hard shaft, gripping it as tightly as I feel my body is. My hand moves up and down the shaft, my thumb running over my swollen mushroom head, gathering the pre-cum that's there.
“What the fuck are you doing? You’re supposed to be getting her here, not rubbing one out.”
Fuck me, I want to respond, to tell him what’s happening, but I can’t get the words out.
“You like being my pussy and Varys’ cock, Blackwell? Does it make you hard? Do you want to come?”Her voice dances in my mind, telling me the answers to why I feel so alive.
“Yes,” I moan. “I want to come. I need to, baby. Fuck, this is amazing.” I don’t know if my response is through this mental link she’s created or if Warrick can hear me, but fuck if I care. I just want to come.
“That’s all you get,” she sing songs, and then there’s nothing. All I feel is my hand stroking my cock. My eyes roam the room, catching sight of Warrick staring at me with confusion. I don’t give a fuck though. I keep stroking myself to the vivid memories of what I felt until I’m shooting ropes of hot cum onto the floor and mess, adding to Warrick’s new decor.
Warrick’s face twists into a scowl, his confusion boiling over into sharp annoyance. His gaze locks on me, his eyes narrowing like the edge of a blade, and his voice carries an edge of barely restrained anger.
“What the fuck are you doing, Blackwell?” Warrick demands, his tone low and tense. “Why the fuck are you jacking off? Where is she?”
I smile, calmness taking over after my release, and I meet his glare. “She was here,” I tell him.
Warrick’s jaw tightens, his frustration spilling over. He shifts his arm in a sweeping arc, gesturing toward the empty room around us. “Here?” he barks. “Where, Blackwell? Where?! Because all I see is me and you.”
His voice rises with the last word, the sharpness cutting through the tense air like a whip. He takes a step closer to me, not even caring my cock is still out. Warrick drops his hand to his side, fingers flexing as though he’s fighting the urge to grab me by the neck and shake the answers out of me.
“Is this some kind of game to you?” Warrick continues, his voice rougher now, frustration spilling into every syllable. “If she’s here, then why the hell can’t I see her? Or hear her? Or anything? What the fuck are you talking about?”
I tilt my head slightly, my expression maddeningly neutral, which only seems to stroke his temper as I tuck my cock back in my pants, wiping the cum from my hand onto my jeans. “She’s here,” I repeat slowly, my calm delivery like oil on Warrick’s fire.
Warrick exhales sharply, a sound of pure exasperation. He turns in a slow circle, gesturing broadly to the empty room again as if to make his point painfully obvious. “Unless she’s invisible, hiding under the goddamn furniture, or you’ve lost your damn mind—she’s nothere,Blackwell!”
His anger crackles in the air between us, a storm without an outlet. Warrick’s hands clench into fists at his sides as he stops pacing and faces me again. His chest heaving with barely contained rage, his eyes sharp with accusation.
“Stop playing games with me,” he growls. “I know you’re fucking insane. But even you know reality. You can see as clearlyas I can that she’s not here. So what the fuck is going on? You call for her, then start jacking off, moaning like you’re buried inside some bitch’s pussy. So, don’t stand there and tell me she’s here when she’s obviously not.”
“Oh, but she was.” I laugh like a madman. It’s time to put Warrick out of his misery. “I called for her. She said she was busy. I called again and the little devil got mad. She decided to clue me in on what she and the unicorn were busy doing in her own special way.”
“And that was?” he asks, all patience gone at this time.
“Fucking. They were fucking and she let me in on the fun. And when some bastard finally gets lucky and ends this immortal existence of mine, I hope reincarnation is a true thing, because I know what I want to be. I’m coming back as a pussy, no a cock, fuck, they were both so good I can’t decide which one I want to be. Can I be the sexual organ of a hermaphrodite?”
“What the hell are you talking about, Blackwell? You’re not making any fucking sense.”
“What I’m saying is the unicorn and death dealer were fucking and I was her pussy, then Varys’ cock. I could feel everything and I meaneverything. When I was her pussy, I could feel myself clamping down on his cock. Then I was her fucking clit; oh fuck, was I on fire. It was the best fucking thing ever and I want to do it again. It’s fucking spank bank material. Fuck this, kill me now, Warrick; chop off my head, I’m coming back as cock-pussy.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Warrick
Fucking lunatics.I’m surrounded by lunatics.
I pace the room, fists clenched tight enough to make my knuckles ache. Get it together, Warrick. She has him; Varys is somewhere out there, and Bellonna is toying with us. It’s all a game to her, and we’re just the pawns.
At least if they’re fucking, and Varys is enjoying it, he’s safe. But it should be me fucking him…me fucking her.
No.
I won’t fall for the twisted bitch of legends. She may be hot, but she’s the enemy. She’s getting off on the twisted shit she’s doing. Breaking into the clubhouse, appearing and vanishing in front of my VP and I. And now she’s taken our unicorn. We rescued him, played with him, fed on him. He’s ours.
“We’re out of time,” I murmur, shooting a look at Blackwell, who’s lounging against the wall with his arms crossed, looking every bit the unbothered bastard that he always is. “We get him back. Now. No more waiting, no more?—”
