Page 71 of A Spark Of Revenge

He moves rapidly, thrusting in and out of me with such strength I think I might walk funny tomorrow. Valen’s hand snakes between us, finding my clit with his thumb, rubbing soft circles over the sensitive spot. It makes me gasp and shudder under his body. His shoulders tense as I rake my nails down his back, earning a snarl of approval.

“Fuck, fuck… Meyer! Shit, I need you to come, Mi Sol. I need to feel you come undone on my cock,” he rasps as his length swells and throbs deep in my core, his thumb pressing harder to my clit as his thrusts grow harder and faster. The sounds of our fucking fill the small room as Valen works my body higher and higher until I feel myself tighten around his thick cock.

“Valen!” I scream, digging my heels into his ass as my body clamps down hard around him. It makes him curse, then roar his release, both hands moving to my hips as he fucks me so hard the headboard slams into the wall as warmth fills me.

After a drawn-out moment of heavy panting, Valen groans, moving his head from my neck and staring down at me reverently. I blush, the intimacy of the moment almost too much to handle as he smiles and gently pulls his still-hard length from my battered and swollen sex. I gasp, then whimper at the empty feeling, watching Valen as he looks down between my legs, eyes flashing with heat from what he sees. My thighs close on instinct, and Valen growls low. His hands shoot out once more to keep me spread wide for his appraisal, then he groans and slams his eyes shut, cursing as he falls to my side and pulls me to him with trembling arms.

“Are you well?” he asks softly, and I nod, swallowing hard and looking at my dream man with new eyes. Our fucking had been so much more than I thought it would be. I had been scared and wanted Valen to distract me, but I didn't think he would blow my mind and engage in such intimate love-making the way he had. I feel like jelly, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasms as I close my eyes and rest my head on Valen’s chest.

“That was perfect,” I admit, and Valen’s hands tighten on me.

“That was more than perfect,” he rasps, holding me close as he pulls the tangled blankets from around our feet and covers us up. I yawn and snuggle closer, smiling when I feel Valen’s lips press to my brow. “Sleep, Mi Sol. I’ll keep you safe,” he whispers, fingers trailing over my scars as I slowly drift off in his warm, strong arms.

THIRTY-FOUR

Lennox

The grand hall is dimly lit, as the Hunters have already retired to their beds in preparation for the next battle to come. The flickering torches cast long shadows on the stone walls as I impatiently survey the large room.

Where is the bastard?

I crack my neck to the side, and it takes every ounce of my self-control to keep from pacing back and forth. The door creaks open, and Jesthren strides in with an air of confidence. He is impeccably dressed, practically dripping with charm. When he notices me, his face breaks out in a wide grin, to which I respond with a dark scowl.

“Ah, there you are, Garthelaun! It was a big day for you, no?” He smiles and flicks an invisible speck off of his well-tailored jacket.

“Cut the shit, Jesthren. What are you playing at?” I growl as Jesthren’s eyes grow wide.

“Come now, baby brother. It seems you've gotten yourself into quite a mess.” His words are heavy with concern. “I’m simply here to deliver that absolutely ravishing lady’s test results—terribly interesting, if I do say so—and to provide the support that you requested from Father.” I clench my fists at the mention of my Little Demon.

“Don’t speak about Meyer that way,” I snap.

“Meyer? So the goddess has a name.” He casually strolls past me toward the large chair at the head of the hall, examining the room with a critical eye. He smirks and settles down on the throne-like seat, crossing his legs with an air of superiority. “What is she to you?” My simmering rage comes to a full boil.

“That is none of your damn business, now stop interfering! Why did you even cross the Veil!? You’ve never crossed it before.” Jesthren chuckles, and I stomp toward him, my anger at an all-time high. I’ve never trusted my oldest brother, and to have him this close to the people I care for is setting my teeth on edge.

My protective instincts are roaring to the surface, begging to be set free. Jesthren invited himself to the war council Elaine called after we gathered our dead and wounded, adding his input and charming every fucking person there besides Elaine herself. I’m pretty sure she's as wary of Jesthren as I am, but is willing to have him here since he is one of Orcus’ sons. If it hadn't been for Creed bringing him along, my big brother would have never known of the meeting, and now I’m pissed at both of them.

“Temper, temper… what do you call yourself here? Lenny right? No, something more imposing sounding…” He snaps his fingers. “Lennox! That’s it! You’ve always had such a temper, Lennox. Can’t you see that I’m just trying to help?” I scoff disbelievingly at that.

“Help? You've always been about helping yourself. What's your angle, Jesthren?” He stands eye level with me and leans in, his gaze serious and piercing.

“The angle, my naive brother, is survival. I've always known how to navigate these waters. And as evidenced by earlier today in the war council, it's time for you to step aside and let a true leader take charge.” I flex my hands, claws lengthening as black sparks gather around them. Jesthren looks down with a bemused look.

“Oh, Lennox. Calm yourself, dear boy. It’s not like I want your title. You’re so young; I only want to save you from yourself and your people while I’m at it.”

“I don't want or need your help, Jesthren. I already have my assigned generals. You're simply a placeholder until I get home,” I snarl back at him, and for the first time since he arrived, his charming smile finally falls off his face. “You would do well to remember that,” I add with a sliver of dominance, bending him to my will and commanding his submission. Jesthren's jaw tenses as his eyes blaze with anger, but he nods.

“Of course, Lennox. I truly only wanted to help,” he adds, false sincerity bleeding into his voice as I glare at him.

“You brought Ranger Smith’s blood results?” I ask, refusing to say her name in his presence again. I don’t like that gleam of interest in my brother's eyes and refuse to feed it.

“I did,” he murmurs, reaching into his pocket, producing the envelope, and holding it out to me. I take it and rip the paper open, needing to know what I might be dealing with, then frown at the results.

“Half Dream Walker and half Hunter?” I mutter in confusion, shaking my head. No, this can't be right. Yes, we knew Meyer was both of those things, but there is more to her than this. Even her Umbra bloodline test had shown more to her than Regalis when it turned indigo. The color had been so dark I would almost say it was more violet than blue. Could that color change simply be from being part Demon?

“Yes. The little lady is quite a unique toy. Not enough to gather the attention of four Demon Princes,” Jesthren chides, “though I see the appeal. She's so…. small and enticing. I bet she submits beautifully.”

I almost scoff at my brother's words. Little does he know out of all the Demons I command, Meyer—my little half-blood Demon—is the hardest for me to dominate. It's both frustrating and intoxicating when she defies me. And even though I have been able to dominate her so far, something inside me tells me that it won't last for long. My magic has never felt so threatened as it does when Meyer defies me. I had to use more magic than I’ve ever had to demand her obedience, and even though she bent, she didn't break.

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