Tyrant carries me from this gothic, evil room into another room. There’s a high table against the wall, topped with a thick comforter. Everything is either black or dark wine red.
When Tyrant places me down on the table, the comforter is soft and soothing. There are roses near my head. Candles lit all around me. It feels like… like a funeral. Or a viewing for someone who has died.
“It’s okay, Sera,” Tyrant says. “Now you get to rest.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small vial of liquid. “You know what this is. You know what it does. Drink it and I will seeyou tomorrow, okay? And while you’re resting,nothingbad will happen to you.”
He takes the cap off the vial and presents it to my lips. I drink the liquid. It’s warm from being in his pocket. I feel the liquid in my throat and then my stomach.
Tyrant moves his attention down my body and lifts up my pink dress. I feel his fingertips between my legs, pulling my panties to the side once more. I stare down and watch as he lowers his mouth down to my pussy.
His lips kiss mine. His tongue slaps against my tender clit. My body jumps and I groan. The pleasure instantly explodes and mounts. The rest of my body is gooey and begins to fade.
I feel myself starting to smile. I’m about to pass out from theGHBand at the same time I’m about to orgasm from Tyrant’s greedy tongue between my legs.
Darkness takes me as I feel a warm gush release from between my legs. I hear Tyrant’s tongue and mouth tasting me. Wet, sloppy kisses as everything around me fades. Goes black.
Now… I feel… nothing…
Chapter Twenty-Three
TYRANT
I lickmyclaimed one’s cunt one last time. My tongue flat against her sleeping body. Her sugary smelling honey still dripping from her. I thrust my tongue in her body and feel her clench against me.
Good girl… she knows it’s me…
I curl my tongue and move up, tasting her clit. Closing my lips around it. Suckling and pulling, growling like a beast.
I pull away with a loud wet noise that only I hear. I offer her soft mound a few soft kisses.
From there I pull Serafina’s dress down and make sure she looks presentable for the gathering we’re about to have. This is all part of the ceremony. She’s on full display right now. It’s a very dark ceremony, yes.
She’s been claimed by me now. Officially. In the eyes of the legion. In thePerg. All that traditional stuff taken care of. The whole concept is to break her down and let her know that she is no longer in control of anything. Her life is now planned and designed, and that’s it.
As heraceI will fuck her when I want and protect her as she needs to be protected. It’s my job to kill anyone who gets in theway of her… I grit my teeth and refuse to think the other half of that thought.
I stand next to the table and admire Serafina. Her beauty. Natural beauty. Innocence that lingers. Not much though. I mean, after all, she has blood on her mouth. Blood from a kiss I gave her. Blood that came from a cut at her inner thigh that I also gave her.
It’s dark and it’s scary and that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be. Because life is dark and scary. Even when you’re part of the group that makes up the most powerful people in existence.
I reach down and stroke Serafina’s left cheek and then I catch myself leaning down and kissing her forehead. It’s uncalled for. I don’t know why I just did that. I’m glad nobody else saw it. I back away.
I need to fucking collect myself, and fast.
My brother givesme a nod and waves me to come over to him.
Fuck.
The cathedral room is full. There’s a select group who do not have to cover themselves up, except for their skull makeup. The rest of those here are in their robes and wear their masks. They stand against the walls, like breathing statutes. It’s their job to observe, take this ceremony in, and hope that someday they are chosen for abroodthat will serve thelegion.
Those who can’t find their place are torn away, beaten almost into a coma, and then come out the other side with a nice cushy job at their father’s massive corporation, where they will earn seven figures a year to do jack shit, allowing them to suppress all their memories ofSA.
Life is cruel, for everyone. To everyone. There’s no escaping it.
As I walk toward Luc, I spot Mac out of the corner of my eye. I detour toward him. I know I should offer a handshake but I don’t. Call me a prick. Call me stubborn. Call me whatever you want.
“Ty,” he says to me. “Congrats. It was a perfect ceremony.”
“The night of that fucking party, Mac…”