29. Dexter
29
DEXTER
I slinked through Bound Dormitory with my mind filled of thoughts of my fated mate and the fact that she smelled so fucking good when she was horny. It wasn’t just lust, though, I maintained an all-consuming fire for her, one that currently fueled both my psychotic tendencies from the decapitations and my unwavering commitment to Pandora’s protection.
I wasn’t satisfied with Nightwind’s punishment earlier when he’d pissed himself.
My shadows flickered around me like restless phantoms, eager for the violence that I promised them.
As I reached Nightwind's dorm room, muffled sounds of pleasure seeped through the door. I moved into the room and stepped out of the shadows to find Nightwind and Dreadful tangled in a mess of limbs on the bed.
“Well, isn't this a cozy scene?” I drawled, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Dreadful, the third choice. I mean, Nightwind can’t get Pandora or Inferno, so it’s you.”
Dreadful screamed, scrambling off the bed. She grabbed the sheets with the one hand she had left to cover herself, her eyes wide with terror. “Shadowheart, please,” she whimpered, backing away. “I haven’t touched her.”
“Then you should leave. Oh, but Dreadful, watch your mouth around my mate. Yeah?” I fixed my gaze on Nightwind.
Dreadful didn't need to be told twice. She bolted from the room, clutching the sheet around her, leaving Nightwind naked and vulnerable.
He sneered at me, just letting his junk hang out. It wasn’t impressive. I actually felt kind of bad for him. “What do you want?”
My lips curled into a mocking smile. “To send a message, obviously. You will never look in Pandora’s direction again, or I will personally make sure you regret it.”
A laugh bubbled out of him, a hollow, mocking sound. “You think you scare me, Shadowheart? You’re not nobility. You’re a fucking outcast. As for Gravesend…I want to fuck her. I don’t care if she has mates. I bet she's tight as hell." He grabbed himself, his eyes filling with lust.
“You shouldn’t have fucking said that.” My shadows surged forward, coiling around him like snakes. A tendril wrapped around the base of his shaft, tightening until his dick turned purple.
Another tendril plunged into his right eye socket with a sickening squelch.
He screamed, almost busting my fucking eardrums with how loud he was, thrashing as my shadow scooped out his nasty blue eye.
It popped out and rolled toward me.
“You ever fucking look in her direction again…” I lifted my boot and crushed the eyeball. The wet pop of destruction echoed in the room. “That’ll be your balls.”
Nightwind’s screams turned to sobs as he clutched his empty socket, blood streaming down his face. Oddly enough, the fucker was still hard. Purple dick and all.
Pulling out my tablet, I took a photo of his mutilated face, obviously not capturing his dick, and sent it to Pandora with a sweet message.
I sneered down at the broken demon before me. “Remember this pain every time you think of her,” I hissed. “But do not ever get hard for her because if you go near my fated mate again, I won’t stop at your balls.”
I turned and left, the shadows receding, leaving his dick intact, something I wasn’t sure if I should’ve done, as I walked into the darkness.
I left Nightwind a whimpering, bloodied mess like he fucking deserved.
My mind had already moved on, my thoughts filled with Pandora. She was the light in my darkness, and I would tear apart anyone who threatened her.