28. Ansel

Ansel

L adies rarely attend meetings at the Blood Lodge. Like Olivia, many of them don’t agree with the pornais, but they don’t understand how important they are for the unbonded blood-brothers. Each killing brings a Lord closer to being consumed by their demon. The warmth of a woman, even if she is a pornai, helps. But Ladies don’t look at pornais and think, ‘These women help unmarried Lords hold on until they find a bonded.’ Nah. All they see are mistresses or some bullshit like that. Lords don’t come here to fuck if they have women at home. No one is stupid enough to put their marriage and bond at risk like that for a quick fuck. Pornais, at least the ones born in Blood Lodges, are not meant to be wives. They can’t be trusted, especially when they hear so much. The Elders would risk everyone if they allowed all the Lords who lusted after the sex slaves to take them home.

Meetings are to discuss important matters, such as what’s happening around the world or what to do about the Dukes. We are also starting to plan what to do when the Blight gets here and how to protect ourselves from the Nephilims.

The acoustics around the Inferno Room allow anyone to hear what the Elders have to say, regardless of how far they are seated from the dais. Married Lords are usually the ones who pay the most attention to the Elders, while single Lords can get distracted by pornais. However, at the end of the meeting, everyone knows the latest news and if they have a mission.

Olivia’s eyes dart around the room, her face extremely pale. “The only way for everyone to know I’m exclusively yours is to get on my knees, like a good little pornai, and suck your cocks. Good thing I have plenty of experience.”

I should have known that her coming here was not a good idea. She still sees herself as a pornai when that’s not the case. She was never one to begin with. What Carlos did to her fills me with a rage that I can barely manage. If not for Olivia, I would have unleashed my demon and let him find Carlos. But if I do that…I’ll end up like Mose. I love Olivia too much to let my demon consume me. It’s more than that. It’s an obsession that consumes my thoughts no matter how hard I’ve tried to quell it. It’s only due to my training and other things that require my attention that I can control myself, because otherwise, I would suffocate Olivia with my attention.

She also seems to seek out Tyson more these days, and I’m fucking jealous, because while she proclaims that she will never love again, it’s more than clear that she still has feelings for him, which is normal, but I want her to look at me the same way she looks at Tyson.

She might have hinted that she wants a ring from me, but deep down, she wants it to be from Tyson. I’ll be damned if I let him put a ring on her finger first. If he is adamant about it, there are plenty of fingers to choose from, but the fourth one on her left hand is mine.

I get up from my seat, and without notice, I lift Olivia from Tyson’s arms. “While what you said sounds more than amazing, your bondeds are the ones who will drop to their knees before you,” I say while I carry her to the dais. Murmurs rise in the Inferno Room, and even the Elders wonder what I am doing, but I don’t give a shit about this entire meeting.

Fear reflects in Olivia’s eyes. “Ansel, what are you doing?”

“What any sane man should have done long ago.” Except I’m not sane. Far from it. I’m only good at hiding it, at pretending to be a cool and collected guy. I spread Olivia on the dais. The Elders get up. “Sit. Down!” I growl at them. My words echo around the room a few times. I don’t bother to wait and see if they do as I ordered. My knees hit the floor as two of my wings erupt from my back. “I pledge my existence to you,” I say as I rip off her dress and panties. A gasp is released from her lips. I take one moment to admire her. “Magnificent.”

My blood-brothers join me. I put Olivia’s legs over my shoulders, exposing her pussy to my starved mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” my blood-brothers and many Lords ask me.

Olivia’s eyes look into mine. My hands grab her hips. “Letting everyone know that this marvelous creature that has set foot on Earth is ours,” I say before I bury my face between her legs and plunge my tongue as deep as I can into her pussy. Nothing in this world compares to her taste. Each time I eat her out, her essence floods my entire being, making my mouth have an orgasm. How else can I describe the explosion of flavors that happens each time I worship her pussy? If happiness were a spice, it would taste like Olivia.

I growl against her pussy because no matter how many times I fuck her, I can’t get enough of her. The more I have her, the more I crave her. She is why I exist, my only purpose in life. She is the blood running through my veins.

Olivia is life itself, and she doesn’t even know it.

“We didn’t bring her here for our entertainment—”

Tyson stops as Olivia moans loudly, “Ansel!”

Hearing my name so loud and clear makes me more ravenous for her.

Mose jumps on the dais, squats behind Olivia, and pulls her to lean against him. A lacy bra hides her tits from lewd stares. I shouldn’t have ripped the dress. She looked perfect in it. I’ll have to work hard to buy more for her. Mose’s hands slip inside her bra, his fingers teasing her nipples.

“Good. Girl,” Mose snarls into her ear when her moans are the only sounds in the Inferno Room. I never understood why it was named so until now. It’s the only way to describe the fire beneath my skin.

My tongue laps her entrance before going for her clit. I should take my time to explore every inch of her body, but I’ve never been more starved in my life. I slowly slide my right hand against her leg, bringing it to her pussy.

“Make me cum,” Olivia demands, her eyes staring into mine, as three of my fingers enter her.