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My mouth goes dry, all rational thoughts that may have been left disappearing in that moment. He’s covered in black tattoos, rippling over his defined muscles that tense under my gaze.

“Little Wynn, you do taste fucking divine,” he growls, sinking to his knees to lick the slice across my thigh that had been torn back open during the scuffle. “If he wasn't already a smoldering pile of ash, I would tear him to shreds for marking you.” He stands then, towering over me once more as he picks me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. With his free hand, I can hear him pulling his zipper down, his cock teasing at my entrance seconds later.

“Luka, rope.” He nods to my wrists, which are raw and bloodied from the ordeal tonight. Luka steps closer, swiping his tail along the bindings, allowing my arms to drop to my sides.

My shoulders are numb and sore from being pinned above me for so long, but in this moment, I couldn’t care less. I force them up, wrapping them around Bale’s neck as he holds me up by my ass. He eases us both to the ground, with him stretching out beneath me and my knees on either side of his hips being sliced by debris and twigs.

“Bale, I...” I start before he cuts me off.

“Lift your ass, Wynn,” he breathes out, pulling me up as he sweeps the head of his cock between my thighs, lining himself up with my entrance before slamming inside of me with one hard thrust. I cry out in pain and pleasure, bracing my hands on his chest and breathing deeply while my body attempts to get used to the feeling of him inside me. “That’s it, breathe through it. Focus on me. Focus on how your perfect cunt is taking every inch of me,” Bale groans, moving my hips slightly up, then back down, hitting the very end of me.

My core feels like it’s on fire, ripping apart at the seams, and I can’t get enough of it. The pain drives me forward, my body gaining rhythm and grinding down on Bale’s cock with my nails digging into his chest. I can feel Luka’s presence behind me right before he wraps my hair around his hand and pulls so that my eyes are looking straight ahead.

There, in the tree line, is the hellhound from my nightmares, staring straight at us. His body looks like it is alight, with small flames flickering from parts of his fur.

“Focus on the fact that you’re being fucked by a vampire in the middle of the woods, covered in blood, and being watched by your fire mutt,” Luka whispers into my ear as redness spreads across my cheeks. “He’ll keep us safe out here. Now let the fuck go. Give in to it, Wynn.”

Luka pulls my ass cheeks apart with a firm grip before spitting and swiping his fingers through it, halting at the tight muscle. I grind back against his finger, chasing what he’s wanting to give. He slowly eases his finger in and out, spitting again before adding a second.

“This will hurt, little Wynn. Are you sure?” He rasps into my ear, nipping at my earlobe playfully. I nod, staring at Pryo, who is now sitting in front of us, a low rumble sounding from him. His tongue darts out, licking along his lips while he looks down at where Bale is fucking me. I can feel myself tightening around Bale’s cock, my body tensing in their hold as an orgasm tears through me.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Bale moans, his fingers digging into my hips as he slows, looking over my shoulder and nodding. Luka’s fingers slide out, replaced by the head of his cock pushing into my ass. “Push back into him at your pace. Use my cock to ease the pain,” Bale demands as he grips my throat, bringing me down into an all-consuming kiss. It’s savage, with fangs tearing at my lips and filling my mouth with blood, fueling my need for them. He breaks the kiss only to pull my head to the side, exposing my neck, and nipping at my pulse point with his sharpened fangs.

Luka tenses his grip on my hip while he pushes through the last of my resistance, sliding in and out of my ass at the same pace as Bale fucks me.

“I want to taste you. I want to take you to the brink of fucking death only to bring you back to life again,” Bale whispers before digging his fangs into my neck, hard. It feels euphoric, like I’m out of my own body, floating. The pain is excruciating, at war with the pleasure rolling through me at the same time. Bale lets a guttural groan free, stilling inside of me as a rush of warmth floods my core.

“Luka, why, why are you getting bigger?” I cry out, feeling him stretch at the base, locking himself into my ass.

“FUCK!” He yells, pushing himself as deep as he can, his release pulsing through me.

A feeling like fire and ice colliding spreads through my veins, burning and freezing me from the inside out, forcing me to scream in pain. Tears stream down my face as the world starts to tip on its axis, swaying back and forth blurrily, before my mind goes completely black.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

BALE

Iplannedtomakeher run, to scare her. I wanted her running from us, overcome by fear, but the more I pushed, the more she pulled me right back in. Now there’s no chance of me getting back out, not now that I’ve had a taste of her.

Mates or mating bonds are not something spoken about often back home, at least not with me. Luka is the one who needs a queen, someone to sit alongside him and rule should that time come. Yet here we are, mated to a girl who is fated to bring chaos and destruction. I still want to hurt her, to make her bleed for me, it’s in my nature being a vampire. Only now, I want to be deep inside her perfect cunt as I do it.

Her body is curled against mine as I walk back to the Academy, Luka and the mutt close behind us, walking in silence. Pyro kept to his promise, something that shocked the living daylights out of me. He kept a safe perimeter around her, watching us a little more closely than I had expected. I could hear him and Luka talking body counts, having had another four hellhounds sent tonight to get to her.

“If you two idiots have hurt her, I swear to Lucifer you’ll be paying for it for the rest of your miserable existence,” Pyro growls, still in his hellhound form so he’s ready if we come across another.

“Relax, she just passed out. She lost a lot of blood and mated with both of us. Nothing some rest won't fix,” Luka responds casually, laughing at the snarl he receives in response.

“If I could break up your powwow with Wonder Dog for a moment please, Luka!” I call out, unable to open the external door to our wing with her in my arms.

“Everyone needs to take a chill pill. Wynn will be fine.” Luka laughs, pushing past me to throw the door open.

I storm straight up to my bedroom, kicking the door open into the wide-open space. The walls are black, lit only by the orange glow from the wall lamps sparsely spread throughout the space. The black, gothic-style bed head reaches the tall ceiling, with our family crest carved into the middle. I lay her down on the black silk sheets, watching as her chest rises and falls evenly despite what she had gone through tonight.

Luka and Pyro walk in soon after, taking in the sight of her sprawled out and dead to the world. She has cuts marring her porcelain skin, red and angry-looking with blood cascading down either side of her stomach and chest. “Let me heal her,” Pyro urges, looking pained at what he’s seeing.

“What, let you run your tongue all over her? Nice try, asshole. There are other ways to heal her. I’ll give her my blood myself if I have to.” I snarl, my hand possessively tracing the bite I left on her collarbone. My mark looks perfect on her delicate skin, the rough edges already starting to darken with dried blood.

“Bale, if you do it, then you risk turning her, which neither of you are ready for. Luka, you can help her emotions and pain, but the injuries will still be there. I’ll go through you both if I have to, but you two know as well as I do that all three of us are fated to this little firecracker, and I’ll do everything I can to fucking save her,” he responds, pinning me with his hard, coal eyes. The energy in the room shifts up a gear, and it takes every ounce of control that I have to not snap.

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