Page 88 of Princess Avenged

Their ejaculate triggers my own climax, and I ride their rods, as they continue to pump into me. Eventually, their movements slow, but I have no concept of how much time has passed. Or how much longer it is before they slip me off their cocks to hold me between them.

My contractions continue, my limp body still feeling stuffed even though I know it’s now empty, and I’m wracked with powerful climactic aftershocks.

When I’m finally able to open my eyes, to use any part of my spent body, Crusher is gone.

He’s completely vanished, making me question whether his presence was only a dream.

Chapter

Thirty-Eight

Phil

She is close! Go to her. Take her. Fuck her.

The demon’s voice scrapes through my mind like acid, and I slam the side of my head against the invisible barrier Ember created to keep me isolated in this section of the private jet.

Drawing a long breath, I fight the thing that’s inside me, trying to keep it calm so that it doesn’t taunt me as often on this long trip to Paris.

Getting from the lake to Toronto, we separated into two groups, and I traveled with Ember and her mates. They were all acting as if this trip is simply a fun vacation, even though I know there’s more to it. Even Axe, the bear-man, seems excited about going to Paris. Well, not as angry about it, as I expected based on what I know of the man.

When Axel found me in the cave last night, he was gruff. Straightforward. My kind of guy. He told me a bit about himself, how he began life as a grizzly shifter; how betrayed and angry he felt when he was turned into a vampire hybrid against his will; how he suffered, watching his family and friends die in agony; and most of all, how isolated and alone he felt after that, until he found Ember. Or until she found him from the sound of it.

I relate to Axe’s story. I too have been turned into a hybrid. But instead of being a shifter turned into a vampire, I’m a vampire turned into some kind of half demon.

When we got to Toronto, Ember and Axe took me aboard this private jet, and once I was seated, Ember created light with her hands, an unbelievably bright light that grew as she moved her palms around it. Then she spread her hands to the side, and the light vanished.

After taking a few deep breaths, clearly needing to recover, Ember asked if I felt any discomfort.

I was baffled. Shaking my head no, I assumed that whatever magic she’d tried on me had failed. But when Ana boarded the plane, the demon goaded me to grab her, to kill the others if necessary, so I could fuck her right here on the plane.

I fought the demon, but when a tiny part of me caved, I discovered I couldn’t move from the grouping of four seats I’m still sitting in. I’m in an invisible, impenetrable box.

I shake my head. I do know that magic exists but have never seen it first-hand like this. Not that I know of anyway. Magic keepers are infamously secretive. So secretive that most on this earth don’t believe they exist. But whether the barrier around me is real, or an illusion in my mind, I can’t break through it. More importantly, the demon can’t either.

I haven’t seen Ana since she sat down, but I sense her presence on board. The demon knows she’s here too, and it’s a constant struggle to quiet his voice.

Her pain will bring you power. With her, we will rule this pathetic world.

I’ve gone insane. If I don’t get this demon out of my brain, I’ll drive a stake through my heart.

Fool! You can’t die. I will not grant you that gift until you give me what I need.

I clamp my hands over my temples, wishing I could squeeze this fucker out. Maybe if I apply enough pressure, it will extrude through my nose or my lips or my ears. My eyes start to pound with the pressure. I drop my hands.

The demon and I agree on one thing. I don’t really want to die. Not yet. Not until I get what I want. We both want Ana, but our reasons couldn’t be more different.

A tiny bit of hope enters my heart. I have no idea why we’re going to Paris, if that’s even the truth. But it’s clear the others have a plan to get this fucker out of me. No one will tell me the details, or speak of it in my presence, but it’s clear there’s a plan.

Ana stands and crosses toward Ember’s seat on the plane. My heart tries to leap out of my chest, but my heart can’t break through the magic walls any more than my body can. Weeks ago, I admitted how much I love Ana, and every time I see her subtle beauty, hear her sweet voice, sense her strong heartbeat, or catch the scent of her powerful, sweet essence, my heart and mind explode with joy, with bewilderment that this tiny, perfect creature loves me. Loved me, before I became possessed by a demon.

Fuck her! Fuck her hard! Make her scream in agony! What are you waiting for? Slam your massive tool straight through her. It’s ready. I feel your need. A silver cock cage will hurt you too, but there are other ways to hurt her. Other ways to cause her pain while I spill my seed.

“No!” I shout. Turning toward the invisible barrier, I slam my palms against it, then stand bent over, ramming my head into it, over and over and over.

Good! You can break it. We can get to her.

“Fuck!” I drop down to my ass on the floor between the two sets of seats, putting my head in my hands.

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