Page 65 of Malice
Me. The man who went centuries without sexual touch of any kind had been reduced to a wank in the shower, like some common dudebro. But perhaps the only way to purge myself of this affliction was to release the pent-up lust she caused.
“Physician, heal thyself,” I muttered, eyes squeezed shut as I envisioned Merri splayed out on my bed.
One palm still pressed to the tile, I worked my cock with abandon, giving myself over to the fantasy of the woman who’d stolen my self-control so effortlessly. It wouldn’t take long for me to reach my peak, not with how desperately I wanted her. No one had to know.
“Fuck,” I rasped, my balls tightening with my impending release. “Yes, Merri.”
Precum pulsed from my tip, and I was very nearly there, so ready to come my jaw ached from the clenching of my teeth and the tension in my neck and shoulders. Just before the blissful climax took me to a brief oblivion, a phantom hook twisted inside my chest, effectively killing everything, including my erection. Balls throbbing, I released my now flaccid cock and stood straight, alarm replacing my desire.
There was no way I could mistake the feeling for anything else. Especially not after experiencing it only a couple days prior.
The wards had been breached.
A-fucking-gain.
I cut off the water and grabbed a towel, drying myself as I moved into my room. If that little succubus stumbled her way through the wards again, I’d have her over my knee for punishment. The sensation continued, though, over and over, that twisting warning going off like someone was ringing a bell. Multiple warnings. Multiple breaches. Something was very wrong.
“Shit. Fuck.” I was only partially dry, which made pulling on my pants far more complicated than it should have been. Every second that slipped by felt like an eternity.
Christian burst into my room, healed but not quite back to peak strength. His face was pale, dark circles beneath his worried eyes. “Monsieur Laurent, there’s been a?—”
“I know!” I snapped, cutting him off so I could ask him the only thing that truly mattered. “Where’s Merri?”
“I am not sure. I have not seen her since she visited me this morning to check on me.”
Storming out of the room, I shouted down the staircase, “Chaos! Grimsby! Sinclair! Where is our succubus?”
Merri’s head poked out of her room. “What are you shouting about?”
Sweet merciful God.
I closed my eyes as relief nearly sent me to my knees. I rushed toward her, taking her into my arms and holding her tight. Not a second later, her finger dug into my belly, forcing me to pull back.
“This is nice and all, but what the hell is going on? You’re acting like I died.”
Gathering my composure, I cleared my throat. “Something triggered the wards again.”
“Well, it wasn’t me this time.”
“Obviously.” The relief that she was here, that I could touch her and know she was safe, was palpable.
Thundering footsteps called my attention to the staircase where Sin and Chaos were rushing to us. Grim manifested in a haze of shadows next to Merri as they reached us.
“What happened?” he asked, expression deadly.
“Merri, are you hurt?” Chaos all but shouted.
“Do I look hurt?” she sassed.
“You look perfect to me,” Sin offered with a smirk.
Knowing exactly where that was headed if I didn’t cut him off at the pass, I interjected, “The wards were breached. Multiple times, I think,” I added, absently rubbing at my chest where the phantom hook continued to twist.
My brothers and I shared a look, all of us thinking the same thing. Had he finally found us?
“Merri, you stay with Christian. Do not leave your room until one of us comes for you,” I snapped.
Her eyes narrowed. “No.”
