CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Kelly moaned at the welcome invasion of Aiden inside her. “Yes. Yes, Aiden. Deeper. Please, deeper.” She felt no inhibition, no limits. The drug had made sure of that, the drug and the man she trusted to get her through this. “Kiss me,” she ordered. “I need you to kiss me.”
Instantly, his mouth came down on hers, his tongue stroking hers, demanding and hot. Yes, so very hot. She liked being hot. She wanted to be closer to him, to crawl under his skin. She didn’t want to know where she stopped and where he started. She lost herself in the slide and grind of his cock.
“More,” she cried out. “More, Aiden.”
Aiden pushed to his hands, his powerful arms flexing, his face etched with passion. He pounded into her, thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster. There was no pain. There was only Aiden. Aiden inside her. Aiden on top of her. The pleasure. She wanted it, but it hurt. It hurt so much. She felt the rise of orgasm, felt the pleasure of release, and braced for what came after it, the feeling of glass splintering through her body.
She grabbed the sheet, held on as wave after wave of pleasure tumbled over her. Aiden kept pumping, kept thrusting, and finally shaking with his own release.
The splinters started the instant he stopped moving. Her skin was acid, burning her from the outside in. The glass was blades cutting her from the inside out. Wetness clung to her cheeks, and she thought she might be sobbing, but her body was not her own. Her body was alien, a monster far worse than any vampire.
Aiden buried his face in her neck, running his hand over her hair. “Talk to me, beautiful. Tell me what you need.”
She dug her nails into something—maybe his back. She hoped it wasn’t his back. But she hurt. She hurt beyond explanation. “Make it stop. Please. Make it stop.”
“I will,” he promised. “I will. It’s just going to take time.” He called over his shoulder. “Troy.”
“I’m here.”
Aiden shifted their bodies, rolling with her, so that they were facing each other, on their sides. His hand stroked her hair, her cheek. Then suddenly, Troy was behind her, his hard body wrapping around her from behind, his cock pressing against her back side.
“Aiden?” she asked, and then moaned as he kissed her in reply. He was still inside her, his shaft thickening, expanding her. Troy’s fingers invaded her behind, stroking between her cheeks, pressing between them with something wet and warm. Aiden’s hand caressed her breast, teased her nipples. His teeth closed down around the swollen bud. Reality faded, and sizzling sensations took over her mind, her body. There was no acid, no glass. There was just pleasure.
She gasped into Aiden’s mouth, as Troy pressed inside her, his cock entering her from behind. They were both inside her now, both moving, both thrusting. Their hands traveled her body, all over her, and still, she wanted more. She needed more. She needed them deeper and harder. She panted a plea, an order, a scream.
She didn’t want them to stop, but she didn’t want to come. Please don’t let her come. The pain always followed the pleasure. But she did, she came, she came hard, and fast, but there was no pain. They didn’t let her feel the pain. They were both still inside her, still moving, still thrusting. Pumping, grinding. They weren’t stopping, she realized, they weren’t going to stop fucking her until the pain went away. But what if the pain never went away? She must have said it out loud, because Aiden answered her.
“It will,” he promised, his teeth scarping her lip, his tongue soothing it. “The pain will go away but I won’t.”
***
Hours had passed and Aiden held Kelly, tugging roughly at her nipples, while Troy settled between her legs, his mouth clamping down on clit to suckle. He grabbed his phone and dialed Marcus, not sure what the hell to do. Evan had called him a good dozen times and he’d taken one of calls. He’d told Evan to find Marcus and hung up.
Even now, Kelly cried out at the loss of one of his hands on her body, further proof that she was no better now than she had been when they’d first arrived at the house.
The phone rang and this time, to Aiden’s surprise, Marcus answered on the first ring. “Where the fuck are you?” Aiden shouted into the phone.
Marcus materialized in the bedroom, his long blond hair sweeping his leather clad shoulders.
Aiden had no idea how Marcus materialized at will, and he didn’t care right now. “About damn time. Where the fuck were you?”
“When have I ever not answered if I could?” Marcus asked sharply, his gaze taking in the scene before him. He arched a brow. “And though I do appreciate the urgent invite to the obvious orgy, I gave them up a few centuries back.”
“She was given the drug. Do something to help her.”
He faded away and reappeared with one knee on the bed.
“Aiden?” Kelly asked lifting her head to gape at Marcus.
“Call me Marcus sweetheart.” Marcus glanced at Aiden. “Shall I let Troy finish her or-”
Aiden growled. “Damn it Mar-”
Marcus touched her forehead and she instantly went limp. “Healing sleep for her body and mind,” he said, standing up. “She’ll be fine when she wakes up, free of any emotional or physical distress.”
“Thank the good lord above,” Troy sighed, scrubbing his jaw and standing up. “I’m fucking exhausted.”
Aiden pulled the sheet over Kelly’s naked body. “You’re sure?” he asked Marcus. The man had some freaky abilities, but this drug was pretty damn freaky itself.
“Positive,” he said. “I didn’t erase her memories. I didn’t know what information she might have that will be helpful. It needs to be done though and quickly. When she wakes up, find out what we need to know, then erase her memory and get her back to her life.”
It should be what Aiden wanted, it was what he was duty bound to do. Wardens protected the vampire world from exposure, from the dangers of a race war. But it wasn’t simple with Kelly, and though some of those reasons were personal, he focused on the one Marcus would care about.
“It’s not that simple,” Aiden said.
Marcus narrowed his eyes on Aiden. “There’s nothing complicated about the law. No human is left with the memory of our vampire world. Those who do, inevitably end up dead.”
“Andres is still on the loose. He was there tonight. He’ll come for her. He knows she matters to me.”
Troy tugged his shirt over his head, his leather pants already back on. “Aiden’s right. She’s in too deep. We can’t erase her memory, not if we want her to live. Besides, Aiden won’t tell you this but I will. He loves her. He will be destroyed if he loses her which means you’ll end up losing a damn good Warden.”
Marcus studied Troy a long moment without reacting to his words. “You and I have business to attend so don’t even think about leaving.” His gaze shifted to Aiden, his brow arching. “Are you petitioning for the woman’s conversion? Because if you are, change her now. Leave the council no options. I’ll tell them I approved it to save her life.”