“He knew you couldn't do it, Pyro. This was all a fucking test, and you failed,” he snaps, his blue eyes getting brighter and releasing glowing embers into the mist. “He’s calling you off the job. Report back now or you will be another name on the hit list.”
Lev had been acting strange when he gave me this mission. He’s the keeper of Hell’s gate, the Prince of Envy, and he lives up to his sin in every way possible. I’m one of his best hunters, guarding the gate for the last 200 years. Collecting souls, severing heads, whatever was needed, I did it regardless of whether I agreed. Well, until now.
My ear twitches when the sound of a cry comes from her room, assaulting my senses one by one. The fear coming from her is intoxicating, even at a distance. Now is not the fucking time, Wynn.
“Mmmmmm, she smells...delectable, Pyro. It’s a shame they would never share her with you, isn't it? You won’t always be around to protect her, and devil knows those idiots don’t seem to understand what she is to them.” He laughs before running deeper into the woods and out of sight in seconds.
I’m torn between chasing after him or getting to her to help her through the nightmare, but the terrified scream coming from her room makes my decision for me. He had come to send me back, but I’m not leaving her in the twin’s incapable hands.
Shifting into my human form, I race to the entrance at the side of the building just as a loud howl in the distance hurries my movement, the need to get to her building by the second.
Forcing my shadows out to unlock the side door, I tiptoe through the halls, hearing her cries getting louder with each step I take. My shadows flow into the lock, clicking the mechanism, and swinging the door open with a thud. As soon as I step through the doorway, the door is quietly shut behind me and locked. Not that it would really keep anyone out. She doesn't move an inch, her body exposed on her bed against the moonlight pouring into the room.
The entire space has been torn to shreds, claw marks slashing across almost every timber surface. Her body starts to writhe, a light cry escaping her lips as her body curls into itself against the sheets.
I stalk over, unable to enter her nightmare once it has already started. While I can't join her, I can keep her in a lucid state so she doesn't wake with a fright. Benefits of being a hellhound.
Her thighs rub against each other with force while her hips buck off the mattress, her pained expression tempting the hound clawing inside me to escape once more. My hands glide from her ankles to her thighs, surprising me when she instinctively parts her thighs at my touch. The scent of her arousal assaults my senses, my breathing becoming labored at the display right in front of me.
She isn't wearing any fucking panties.
I lean in close, her scent drawing me in. I should resist, but I am a demon, after all, and there’s only so much I can take before I selfishly snap. Lifting her tee up to expose her just a little more, I see the scars lining her thighs, one so fresh that a rivulet of blood cascades down her pale thigh and disappears into the red sheets. My tongue flattens against the stream, licking until I reach the wound.
Her hips buck, seeking the warmth from my tongue as I lick a trail along her scarred thighs. I sensed what she did that first morning after her nightmare with me, the way she cut her thighs to find her release. I could heal her if I was in my hellhound form, but the blood looks too fucking delectable against her skin.
Footsteps sound from outside her door, pacing up and down the hall. The sound of claws digging into the timber door pulls me from her, her hips raising to chase the heat.
“I can hear you in there, mutt,” Bale growls from behind the door, his voice deep and laced with pure rage. “Get the fuck away from her before I tear in there and rip your spine out of your ass and drain you fucking dry.”
He’s known for his manic temper, the anger always simmering under the surface, seconds from erupting. He’s similar to me, not that I would ever admit it to that growly asshole.
“You come in here in that state, and you’ll kill her Bale. She has nightmares, and she won't live through the night if you step a fucking foot in here,” I snarl, causing her to jump in her sleep.
“Why would you give a single, flying fuck about what happens to the girl?” He yells, slamming something into the other side of the wall. Luckily, her room is in one of the older wings of the place, with barely any other students down this far.
“If I wanted her dead, Bale, she would already be in pieces and not laying here needing a release to calm the fuck down.” My body is braced on the bed between her legs, waiting to see how this plays out. He could rip through the door at any moment, but for some reason, he hasn't, not yet anyway.
He doesn't move from outside the door, a loud thud echoing throughout the room as he more than likely drops to the floor. His fingers tap at the door in perfect sync with her rapid heart rate while I settle back between her thighs.
A loud moan rips from her throat as I glide my tongue up to her clit, flicking the sensitive little thing while my fingers ease into her pussy. My canines start to descend, sitting on either side of her clit as my fingers curl inside of her, causing her to tighten around me.
A growl escapes my throat at the thought of fucking her and how tight she would feel around my cock. How my knot would push her perfect cunt to its limits and hold my cum inside her. The need to fill her, to breed her, is overwhelming. My cock is as hard as stone as I grind it against the soft bedsheets, while my tongue devours her whole. I can feel her body start to tremble, her walls clamping down around my fingers with a vice-like grip.
Wrapping my free hand around my length, I glide my grip along the row of barbells tightly, sending the sweet sting of pain straight through my body as I run over each piercing. Her screams fill the room as her release covers my face, dripping onto the sheets below us. Holy fucking shit!
My cock hardens unbearably, chasing its own release while my tongue continues to flick against her core, because fuck knows if I’ll ever get the chance to taste her again. My knot starts to swell painfully in my hand, thickening with each movement I make until my tongue ghosts over her clit once more. She whimpers, her body continuing to shake under my hold. The sound is what finally sends me over the edge as I cum on the sheets beneath me.
The need to mark her is strong as I swipe through my release, coating my hands before touching her. Reaching up, I run my fingers along her sensitive pussy, gliding two of my fingers inside her core, marking her with my scent.
“Was that really fucking necessary, Pyro?” Bale seethes through the door before storming off down the hall, pushing things over on his way past. I can only imagine the destruction students are going to wake up to tomorrow after his tantrum.
Her body turns over, goosebumps scattering along her pale thighs from the cool air. She seems relaxed, her breathing evening back out, and her heart rate going back to a normal rhythm. I cover her with the comforter, wrapping it tightly around her shoulders, before shifting back to my hellhound form to warm up the space with my presence. The heat in the room picks up quickly with me curled up in the corner, watching over her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
BALE
Pushingthroughthedoorto our wing, I storm inside, slamming the door behind me.