I scraped my teeth against my lower lip. The pain had gone past the point I even cared about it. Breathing was hard, and my heart grew more sluggish. If I refused, if I turned away, this could all be over.
At the same time…
“Do you really want to die, Hellion?” Alfred squeezed my ass. “You’ll take Maddox from us.”
What?
I forced my tumbling eyes open.
“Possibly Fin, too.”
I swallowed at my dry throat, and it burned. All I could smell was Alfred. His scent filled my nostrils, and I ached. Even as I told myself no, I began to roll my hips. His cock bumped against my clit, and a spear of pleasure darted through me. Licking at my dry lips, I tried to pull away, but he kept my face at his throat.
“Maddox has already let you claim him, Hellion—you’re his mate. Do you hear his roars?” I had, though I’d tried to tune them out. The room seemed to vibrate from them. “He will tear this place apart to get to you if you do not drink.”
I could almost hear him, pleading with me. Drink, Kitten.
You can hear him, Beautiful. Fin’s voice slipped in. You have to drink.
I was so tired.
“You are almost done,” Alfred promised. But that could be a lie. What did I know?
Beautiful, trust us. Please. You’re ours. I asked you for time, and you said you would give it to us.
The tears in his voice threatened to gut me, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Maddox’s roar thrummed through me, and I pressed my mouth down against Alfred’s throat.
I hate you all.
A pause as I sank my teeth in, and that old blood rushed in to soothe all the pain. I clamped down faster this time, even as I sank down on his cock at once. The pleasure lit me up as his power flooded into me.
We know, Beautiful. Fin sounded so damn sad.
Then I heard nothing as I began to move, every thrust sending me higher as I drank, and Alfred stroked me through it. When his memories swam up to swallow me, I fought them off, focusing on the way he stretched me and how my nipples scraped against his chest.
I drank until he went lax beneath me and came with a shout, my own orgasm staggering me.
Then and only then did I lift my head.
Meeting his gaze, I waited. His cock was still buried deep, and his eyes gleamed. “Yes?” he demanded.
And I finally understood the question.
He offered me himself, but I had to give in return. I had to give willingly.
Fine, if that was the only way out of this prison—the only way to be strong enough to defeat them all—then I’d take it.
“Yes.”
Pleasure flared in his eyes, and Maddox’s roar changed. Fin brushed his thoughts to mine, his regret and triumph tangled too tightly together for me to separate. Then they all faded. The only one I didn’t feel or see was Rogue. Perhaps he understood my decision best of all.
Alfred gripped my hair and flipped me over, then struck.
As his teeth pierced me, I surrendered.
It looked like I was going to be a damn vampire after all.
Fiona may have surrendered this battle, but the war has only begun. Alfred, Rogue, Maddox, and Fin will have their hands full when we return in
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Living on borrowed time, yeah, never thought that would apply to me. - Dahlia
Judgment
After millennia, finally, fucking finally, Judgment discovered the key to bringing his brothers to heel. It was nothing he would ever have expected considering how jaded and resentful Justice and Punishment were. But here they were in a bar on the outskirts of Dallas, a city hotter than hell in August, riveted by a woman in what appeared to be a rather unpleasant argument.
Oh, how the mighty had fallen, to be so infatuated with a human they practically drooled, even as they seemed to lean toward her.
She was beautiful, like a goddess of old with her tall, slender body and midnight hair against alabaster skin. Not his type, but beautiful. Actually, now that he thought about it, not their type either. Yet they gravitated toward her as if pulled on an invisible string.
“Seth. Long time no see,” a sweet voice came from behind him. At first he didn’t want to turn, he knew exactly who was there. Life was unpredictable with her around, definitely on the less enjoyable side. Of course, she would be here when he finally cornered his brothers.
“Karmen,” he sighed, pulling his long blond braid over his shoulder. None of the humans could see it, but it was always there.
She settled alongside him, studying the scene before them with an objective eye.
“Do Tarus and Zhan know you’re here?”
Hell no. It was no secret those bastards split off more than a few thousand years before, and for what? Because they were too tired, they didn't feel like anything they did mattered in the grand scheme of things. So fucking what? Their job wasn’t to analyze the effects of their grace, but to follow the goddamned rules. They failed.
And they kept failing.
Where did that leave Judgment? To clean up every mess they created by not using their grace where and when they should have. Each time he swept behind them, he grew a little more bitter, a little angrier. Justice and Punishment were integral to the world the Keepers had created.
It was past time for them to learn a lesson, Judgment was more than willing to deliver it, but finding something that would put a dent in their emotional armor eluded him. His was the task of rendering judgment, but he’d lacked the right punishment until now. The means by which to deliver the justice due them. No, the irony hadn’t been lost on him. By ignoring their duty, they had neutered him.
Until tonight.
Did they know he was here? He very much doubted they knew where they were at this point.
“You know the answer to that,” he growled, not willing to waste time in useless conversations.
Karmen patted him on the shoulder. “Then I won’t share your secret. But the object of their affection looks like she needs some help.” The crowd swallowed her up as she glided toward the bar.
As soon as she left him, she was forgotten, his attention returning to his brothers. The man accompanying the woman shook her so hard, Judgment winced from the whiplash. Her shoulders bunched up to her ears as she grimaced and held her head as far away from him as she could while still in his clutches. She dug her fingers into his forearms as her lips moved rapidly, but in profile he couldn’t make out the words. Judgment edged closer, curious to hear what their argument was about, and more importantly, why Justice and Punishment were so enthralled.
“Is this fucking funny to you, Dahlia?” The man yelled utterly unconcerned about the fact their dispute attracted an audience both human and very much not.
For her part, Dahlia—he turned the name over, testing the different nuances of each syllable—met the man’s furious gaze steadily even if her lips twitched with what Judgment suspected was a nervous smile.
“No, of course not,” she said, tugging at her arm in a vain attempt to pull away. Vain because the man white-knuckled his grip and the red marks already forming promised bruises. “Alex, it was a stupid comment.”
“Oh, of course it was,” “Alex” sneered. “Everything is a joke. I tell you they’re threatening to can me and all you can say is ‘it’s not a big deal, you know how they are’? This is serious and you’re acting like I’m the one overreacting. You know I fucking hate it when you try to belittle me that way.”