I sense the shock from Constantine and Lincoln’s confusion.
Lance, looking somewhat amused, says, “Oh, and what is that?”
“What you always wanted to see in my eyes. My pleasure. Only…” I pause and slide a glance at CK. He is looking mighty annoyed with my plan of action, “you get to watch as our sire gives it to me.”
Lance’s eyes light up, but behind that is a flash of anger, quickly hidden. “I have already seen you two together. Admittedly, I was rather put out that you Shifted. Blue-eyed brunettes aren’t really my thing. Quite the insatiable whore, aren’t you?”
“Hm, so I’m not mistaken in thinking this is something you want to see?” I press him, ignoring the ‘whore’ comment. I move around the altar now and crouch before him. “I was so close to giving you everything you wanted,” I whisper, so quietly. He hisses at me, struggling against his magickal bonds. “You did break me. I was yours for the taking. I was ready to give you myself the next time you came down those steps.” I stand up then. “But the kicker was, the next Vampire down those steps was our sire. Here to rescue me. Here to save me from you.”
“That bitch!” he yells. “She dropped the wards long enough for them to sense you here before they left. If she wasn’t already dead, I would have her head again!” he snarls.
“Oh, too bad,” I say in mock pity, walking back around the altar. “But here’s your chance to get what you never could. To see my willingness, to see what my pleasure looks like.”
I stop in front of CK, eyes on Lance. I back up to our sire, forgetting all about Lincoln watching this from the corner. CK growls his protest in my ear, but does as I want anyway, bringing his hands around to the tops of my thighs and pulling my skirt up slowly. Having already magickly ditched my knickers, he groans in pleasure despite his earlier protest, as he reaches me unhindered.
CK lightly brushes his fingers over me. Lance struggles against his ties, itching to get his hands on me. “What does your husband think of this?” he sneers at me.
“He wants what makes me happy and this…” I sigh. “This makes me happy.” I gasp as CK inserts his fingers into me.
Getting on board with this plan, he says to Lance, “Mm. I love how she is always ready for me. So wet. Always so ready.”
Lance’s eyes go even blacker as he Shifts in an attempt to break the ties that bind him to the wall.
Pulsing his fingers in and out of me, in a very loud slurping noise in the silence of the cell, CK continues. “I bet you never felt this. Never felt her this wet. This hot. I just have to look at her and she gets this way. I bet you had to work really hard to get even a drop out of her,” he murmurs, all the while working his fingers over my clit and in my pussy.
“Oh, baby,” I say, squirming against him.
“Are you close, my love?” he asks. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I pant, my eyes still boring into Lance’s furious ones. I come loudly for extra measure as he howls in anger.
CK groans in pleasure as he feels me throbbing against him. “Oh, there really isn’t anything quite like it in the world. If you knew, you would know why I didn’t want to share.”
“And yet you share her with those two children!” he snaps.
“We are a family. She is mine and they are hers.”
“WE were a family!” he shrieks in anguish. “Why d
id you turn your back on me?”
“You betrayed me!” CK hisses at him. “You took what was mine and defiled her. I will never forgive you and for it, I will kill you.” He pushes me not so ceremoniously out of his way now and advances on his charge. His protégé. I have never seen him so hell bent on killing someone before and it scares me.
“Oh? And what about the other one? Does she warrant your wrath?”
“She means nothing to me. I know you are linked, and I will still kill you even if it means ending her as well.”
Lance looks slightly panicked now and I realize that he did it in an effort to save himself. He didn’t think that Constantine would destroy an innocent charge just to get revenge on him. Despite myself and my feelings of killing an innocent – even though I have to say I dislike her immensely. It isn’t her fault what Constantine or Lance did to her. I pull on my handy armory and G.I. makes an appearance with a loud zing as it breaks through the castle wards, much to the shock of everyone in the cell.
“Aefre. Put it away, I will handle this.”
“No. I will do it.”
“Still saving you from yourself,” Lance scoffs. “When will she learn that you aren’t worth saving?”
I feel CK’s inward stab of pain at that and it makes me even more resolved to do this myself now. No one hurts my sire like that and gets away with it.
“Lincoln, step back. I don’t know how this will affect you,” I say as I stride forward. He cringes against the heat of the Hell flames. I twirl the sword in a large arc and with only a moment’s hesitation, bring it down to sever Lance’s head clean off his neck. He disintegrates instantly and I step back feeling slightly sick. Not for him, but for CK and for Polly.