Lincoln shoves back the covers and Devon steps back in shock. He is a shell of the man he saw not four weeks ago. His face is yellow, and his cheeks are sunken. His eyes have black smudges underneath, but the worst part is his actual eyes have gone black. No longer the glowing green of the Wolf, but something much darker.
“She will understand,” Lincoln says. “I will explain it to her.”
“You need to explain it me, man. Look at you,” Devon says.
Lincoln looks down at himself blankly. “I need her. I need Liv. I am lost without her. The Other one gives me something to keep me going. That’s all it is.”
“I thought you Paired with another Wolf?” Devon asks, confused
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“She isn’t the one,” Lincoln says woefully. “I didn’t choose her. I chose Liv, she is the only one.”
“Oh,” Devon says. He has no clue about Shifter stuff, but he thinks he is starting to understand it is very much like the Vampire sire-charge thing: very real. “Does Liv know about this? I mean how it is affecting you?”
Lincoln shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I didn’t even really know what would happen because she is still alive. It would be different if she died, I think. The tie would be cut properly, but as it is, I still need her.”
Devon just stares at him because this has gone in a completely different direction to what he had thought. The man is truly desperate, but still, to hook up with that disgusting skank…
He shudders and tries to push it aside. “Fucking the Other one won’t help you. She is using you,” Devon says, trying a different tactic.
Lincoln just shrugs and walks over to the window. He pulls the curtain back and flinches but opens the window and then drops the curtain back in place. “You should go,” he says to Devon.
“I want to help you,” Devon insists.
“No one can help me but Liv,” Lincoln says with a sigh and climbs back into bed, falling into an exhausted sleep.
Devon stares at him for a moment and then gives up. He has his own shit to deal with. If Lincoln doesn’t want the help, then screw him. He Astraports back home to his own bedroom and he too climbs into bed. He pulls the duvet up over his head and tries to forget about what just happened to him.
The Underworld, August 2014 - Aefre
I awake to a hazy room. The sunlight is streaming into the room, so I know I am not in the Underworld. I am curled up on my side and there is a soft touch on my back, stroking me. V.A. revels under the touch. I smile and stretch and turn over, letting the sheet drop from me to expose my breasts. I blink as I see not the man I expected, but a complete stranger standing over me, shirtless, clad only in pair of black, leather pants. His long, black hair falls to his waist and his glowing, green eyes are fixed to mine. I rake my gaze over his very hot body and then I peer at him in question.
“Who are you?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer me; he just continues to stare at me. After a moment, he takes a step forward and climbs onto the bed, placing his knees on either side of my hips. He bends down and palms my nipples before he cups my breasts into little mounds. He licks his lips as he pinches my nipples and then he pulls the sheet further down, showing him everything I have to offer.
He trails his hands over my breasts again and all the way down my body, over my rib cage, and he stops, placing his hand over my womb. He frowns and pushes down hard. I grunt with discomfort and then gasp with pain as he sinks his claws, no, talons, into my flesh. He leans down closer to me and whispers in my ear, “Such raw power. He will be pleased.”
I look into his eyes and breathe in deeply when he removes his talons from my stomach. He proceeds to trail his finger down lower and he dips into my slit, rubbing me gently. “Open up for me, darlin’,” he says.
I have no idea why I do as he says, but I spread my legs wide for him and he smiles down at me.
“That’s better,” he murmurs and plunges two fingers deep inside me. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart. You want me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper back. “I want you.”
I arch my back as he roughly fucks me with his fingers, pressing hard on my clit with his thumb to bring me to an overwhelming orgasm, the ice running through my veins feels familiar, but in my foggy state I don’t know why.
“Mm,” he says as he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean. “You taste so sweet, darlin’. Turn around.”
I flip over onto my front and he makes little circling motions with his fingers over my back. “Beautiful,” he murmurs. He places his hands on my behind and squeezes hard. He lifts my hips up and parts my cheeks. I feel his wet finger pass over me and then he inserts it into the puckered hole. “So tight,” he whispers, pulsing in and out. “I will take you this way first, I think.” He removes the finger that he is using as a cock-metaphor and turns me back over to rub my clit.
“Do you want to touch me?” he asks.
“Yes, let me please you,” I croak, reaching for him.
He grabs my hands, lacing our fingers together as he pushes them back to the bed, lying on top of me and pressing his hard shaft in between my legs. “I want you, sweetheart, but you will wait now until the time is right. You will remember my touch, how my fingers inside your body makes you feel, and you will crave it until you can stand it no longer. Then I will come to you and you will show me exactly how much you need me. You will give me everything that you’ve got, darlin’, you will pour your essence into me and in return I will give you everything of myself. Do you want that?” he asks, brushing his lips against mine.