22. ~Alena~

22

~Alena~

“I’m with you. I’m with you all.”

“We’re with you too. All the way, Alena.”

Our sweet and loving words shared with one another played at the forefront of my mind as I slowly opened my eyes.

“It took you long enough.”

I gasped and jolted, fighting like hell to get my bearings as quickly as possible.

And then I saw him sitting there in a high-backed metal chair, lounging with his head in his hand, watching me with amusement.

Constantine.

I instinctively went to move, to escape him, but my hands found resistance.

I looked to see them bound and my arms outstretched either side of me, held by hefty chains embedded in the concrete walls. My feet were shackled by chains buried in the floor too.

And I was fucking naked.

“What is this?” I demanded.

“Hmm, your human half certainly doesn’t do you any favors. It was far too easy to choke you out.”

It came back to me quickly. Waking up in my almost right mind, except for that dark rage that had come with it, having that confrontation with Cornwell, then attempting to make my escape only to be thwarted by the maniac before me.

“Why am I here? In the… basement?”

“Yes, the basement of my mansion,” he said, rising to his feet. “You no longer get the honor of my chambers now that you’ve rejected my spell. My good friend, Callum, told me all about it. Even breaking my gift to you? I’m hurt, Alena.”

“Your gift? You mean the collar you stuck me with like a fucking animal?” I seethed.

He burst right in front of me. “Like you’re mine,” he seethed back.

“I’m not, nor will I ever be.”

He trailed his fingers over my breasts and I tried to twist away, but to little avail thanks to the chains. “You weren’t saying that when I had my hands on you numerous times during our liaisons. In fact, you were pleading for my touch, craving the dark pleasure I could provide.”

“You messed with my mind! It wasn’t me!”

“It was my preferred version of you.” His fingers trailed lower, down my stomach, over my hip bone. “And, my, did you surrender to me, darling princess. As you will now. Don’t bother trying to break your binds, those chains are imbued with my favored black magic.”

I screamed as he suddenly thrust two fingers inside me.

“This cunt was begging for me to fill it with my darkness,” he growled, employing his vampire speed and pulling pained screams from me as he abused my resistant insides.

I choked when he finally pulled his fingers free. “Yet, now you’re bone-dry, unwelcoming.” His eyes flashed. “Ungrateful wretch. I offered you pleasure and power beyond your wildest imagination.”

“I. Will. Kill. You,” I rasped, trying to catch my breath.

He snarled and fisted his hand in my matted pink hair. “You’ll have to survive me first.”

He yanked hard, making me hiss as he ripped some strands out before releasing my hair fully. “Such hubris, just like your mother. At least she’s been humbled now. Unable to track me, unable to protect or even find her own daughter for days on end. How pathetic for one believing themselves so powerful.”

“She always finds a way.”

“There is a way. An obvious way. There has been all this time.”

“What are you talking about? You’re cloaking this place in black magic.”

“She has the power to cut through that.” He smiled a sadistic, twisted smile. “The issue is, the moment she touches it, her magic will become corrupted. She will become corrupted. Exemplar won’t allow that. A Fallen with corrupted power is a danger far greater than even me to the supernatural world. Of course, there is one way to fix that—her death. The black magic would die along with her, the only way to annihilate it in that context.”

“No. She’ll find another way. Or my men will.” Most likely, both. “Or I’ll destroy you myself,” I growled at him.

His eyes hooded and then he was touching me again, caressing my cheek, his other hand drawing slow circles on my hip, the whole thing making me cringe and trying to shrink back away from his awful, toxic touch. “Mmm, threatening to destroy me and kill me too earlier… the infection is still within you. What’s more, it may have very well altered you permanently. I suspected as much, given your long-time struggle with your darkness. It rendered you more susceptible to it.”

“You don’t know anything about me or my struggles with anything.”

“On the contrary, darling princess. While you were caged within your own mind, I delved in deeply, exploring all that you are.”

A shudder rolled through me. “Will your violations ever end?”

He leaned in and licked my throat, making me tremble. “Don’t fret, soon you will relish it once more.” I heard a telltale snap of his fangs dropping and then he grazed them over my skin. “Especially once I make it permanent.” I cried out as he broke the skin and lapped at my blood. Instead of plunging them deep, he retracted them and pulled back. He stared into my eyes, registering my confusion. “You’re fortunate that I have unmatched self-control. Yes, even when it comes to angel blood. It took time, but I was determined not to allow my base desires to control me or compromise my mission in any way.” He slicked his fingers over the blood trickling down my neck and wiped it over my pussy.

“Stop!” I cried, trying to twist away again.

He laughed, then gazed at his handiwork. “Even more appetizing this way.”

Then it got worse as he crouched down, then spread me open with his fingers. “Revel in your humiliation as you take pleasure in the touch of a monster.” He licked his lips and stared up at me, darkness blazing back at me. “Now, then, break for me, whore.”

He descended on me then, ravaging my pussy with his tongue, his teeth, and even his fingers.

I screamed and shuddered as he employed his vampire speed, overwhelming me until he forced pleasure from me over and over.

“You. Are. Mine. Fucking act like it!” he snarled, losing it all over me, until I could barely breathe or focus on anything but the ecstasy he was inundating me with that crashed into agony the longer it went on.

White spots filled my vision.

And then there was nothing.

I came to disorientated and hoping like hell that it had all been just an awful nightmare.

That was disproven all too quickly when I took in Constantine still all over me, but now grasping my hips as he pounded into me.

I was beyond sore, every brutal thrust was utter agony.

“Stop,” I cried, wearily. “Please.”

“But you’re bleeding beautifully for me.”

“Enough. It’s… enough.”

“Almost,” he grunted, before I felt his cock jerk inside me.

And then he was filling me with his poison.

A scream tore from my throat as an awful burning sensation that I remembered from before spilled into me.

He pulled out, his cock covered in my blood, and he watched with twisted satisfaction as I writhed and screamed in my binds, until the sensation finally subsided after what seemed like minutes.

Panting, I looked down to see blood pooling beneath me, the damage he’d wrought.

But that wasn’t all.

While I was still bound the same way, there were tubes attached to me now.

They were embedded in either wrist like IVs, the tubes dripping blood into buckets.

“Why… why are you taking… my blood,” I asked, now realizing why I felt so groggy and out of it.

“To prevent you from healing too quickly and finding comfort.”

Oh my God.

“Why?”

“To reinforce that there’s only one way out of this—until you’re primed again and become mine, anyway.”

“What… way?”

He gestured at the chains. “Those aren’t imbued with black magic anymore. You can break them by using your magic.” He moved back and opened a black metal box that was now beside the chair he’d been sitting in before.

He lifted out an object that I recognized as the Orb of Vorlav from my messed-up memories of being in the Dark Fae Realm with him.

“This is now prepared with the Dark Fae Prince’s blood. It’s settled nicely. It awaits an influx of celestial magic now in order to fully activate to the point of me being able to commence my spell to subjugate all magic-wielders to my will. So, break the binds, use your magic, and it will feed the Orb for me.”

“Never,” I rasped.

He smirked. “I thought you might say that.” In the next moment, he snapped his fingers and the air shifted, and a dozen of his acolytes—these all from his vampire unit—burst into the room.

They were snarling in moments as they scented my addictive blood.

“Unleash your magic, or they’ll keep feeding on you until you reach the brink of death. Once you’re healed—slowly, I might add, seeing as though I’ve made you weak by drawing a lot of your blood already—I’ll have them do it again and again. As someone who’s been on the brink of death before, I’ll warn you that it’s not a very nice sensation. In fact, it’s terrifying. So we’ll see how long you can resist giving me what I want in the wake of that.”

He stepped up to me and grasped my jaw. “Last chance to avoid all of this nastiness.”

“I’d rather die than—”

He pressed his finger to my lips. “Oh, one more thing. You should probably know that, while you’re unconscious at points during this ordeal, I’ll be filling you with more black magic. Saryan Hart is siphoning it out of you, bit by bit. But to be clear, this will be too much for even him. He won’t survive it. So, yes, the longer you resist, the faster he fades. Killing the father of your love? Now that’s going to be hard to live with.”

He released me and stepped back, grinning with victory.

“What? No, you can’t do—”

He snapped his fingers and my words caught in my throat as the vampires descended on me.

No! No! No!