12. Chapter 11

There are four days until the full moon. Four days until blood rains down and we are trapped here forever. I'm not sure how to bring that up to Louie. If I'm lucky, she already knows.

I haven't found the avisseus yet and it's been months. The chances of me finding the creature in four days are slim to none.

My exhale is so loud, it disrupts Louie while she's sleeping. She mumbles, readjusting her position. My mate scoots closer to me, rolling over until her head is on my chest. Wrapping my arm around her, my fingers draw small circles on her back to keep her relaxed.

I think about Scorder's clue.

Dread Mountain.

Getting up the mountain will be exhausting. It isn't because of paranormals. No one likes to go up the mountain because of its wild weather.

"You're thinking so loud, Beloved," she grumbles into my shoulder. "Shhh." Her finger presses against my forehead to keep my mind quiet.

"I'm sorry, My Light." I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss every finger. "I'll think quietly."

"No, it's okay. It's best if we get up. We need to make our way to Dread Mountain. It felt so good to sleep in a real bed. Now, I understand why eeries are so important." She stretches, yawning before it turns into a yip.

"We could stay here," I say out of nowhere, without a real thought. "I can fight in The Graveyard, win, and we can live in this room. We could live a good life in Purgatory."

She lifts herself up on her elbow, sleep still hooding her eyes. "Aziel, you could die in The Graveyard. Every fight I would wonder if I'd be living without you. I can't do that. We have to get out of here."

The world's largest sigh leaves me. "I know, but we might not have a choice if we can't find the avisseus."

"What do you mean?"

I sit up, popping my neck left to right, then lean against the bedframe. "I mean if we don't get out of here by the time the blood rain falls, we are trapped here."

"What!" Louie's eyes are round in shock and disbelief. "No, that can't be right. Who told you that? That has to be a rumor."

"Death told me."

She slouches, rubbing a hand down her face before rolling out of bed. "Well, that means there's no time to waste. We need to get ready. I'll go wake Iggy. Order breakfast. We need a plan, Aziel."

"I don't know what kind of plan we could have. There isn't anything we can do except go up that mountain."

"We need to find Scorder again. He might have new information. We can start there because if he gave you an old clue and we head up that mountain for no reason, I'm going to kill him."

I'm able to snag her hand before she reaches the bathroom. My thumb rubs back and forth across the top of her hand but I can feel the anger in our bond.

"And the full moon is that night, is it not? How can we complete the bond?"

"I don't know, but we will. Okay? We will figure it out because I refuse not to have us . I'll do anything and everything I can. I won't have blood rain or our souls being trapped here when there is an entire life waiting for us on the other side. I will fight tooth and nail. I will kill who I need to kill. We will figure it out."

She shuts her eyes and nods, falling into my arms and burying her face in the crook of my neck. I rub her back, not wanting to express the same fears she has. I also have the fear that when we mate under the full moon and my werewolf won't stop breeding her until she's pregnant, I'm wondering how the hell she can get pregnant in Purgatory. What would that mean for us? What would that mean for my werewolf? The more questions I think of, the less confident I feel about getting out of here.

"Let's take one more shower before starting our journey," I tell her. "I'll let Iggy know what the plan is."

"Okay."

Defeat weighs down her tone, and I slip my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me.

"Everything will be fine, Louie. I promise. Go shower before I spank you." Those fucking eyes become tinted with red, and I growl. "Louie," I warn, slapping her ass so hard she yelps.

She runs to the bathroom, and I follow after her, tickling her sides, making her scream and giggle.

"Oh my God! Stop!" She wails in laughter, trying her best to get away from me.

I don't stop. I continue my tickle attack, moving up and down her sides. Louie tries to push away from me and her leg makes contact between my legs.

Everything inside me freezes. Louie stops and gasps.

I grunt in pain, cupping my balls, and fall to my knees.

"Oh my God. Aziel!" She lowers herself to the ground to check on me, her palm over her mouth. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to kick you. I'm so sorry."

I have officially forgotten how to breathe. "It's okay," I croak. "I'm fine." I succumb to the pain and decide to lie down to accept my fate. Maybe this is how I die.

"Aziel. I feel so terrible. I'm so sorry. What can I do? Maybe I can try to find ice?"

"I don't think they have ice so close to Hell, My Light. It's okay." I finally let out a breath. "I'll be fine. I just need a minute."

"Want me to see if you're still intact?" She scrunches her nose.

"Please. I don't have the heart to look."

She tucks my hair behind my ear. "My Wolf will fight and kill but he won't check to see if his balls are okay."

"That's different," I argue. "What if we can't have kids?"

She rolls her eyes, pushing my hands out of the way. "Let me see."

I toss an arm over my eyes, her hands sliding up my inner thigh.

"Well, you don't seem to be in that much pain if you can still get an erection."

"Your hands are on me. I'll always get hard for you, no matter the pain."

"So romantic." She cups my sack and the pain quickly turns into pleasure. "You're fine. They are in the same place they were yesterday."

"Oh, thank fuck." I laugh in relief, but then groan when Louie wraps her hand around my cock. I hiss, dropping my arm from over my eyes to look at her. "Is my mate in need?"

She nods in a slow steady beat. "And since you're already on your back. I don't think you'll mind if I just—" Louie climbs on top of me wearing the shirt she slept in and her new underwear. "—Take advantage? Unless, you're in too much pain for me to fuck you, Beloved."

She pushes her panties to the side, sliding her lips up and down my shaft to force me to feel how fucking wet she is.

"Fuck." My hands find her hips, my nails digging into her flesh to have her press against me harder. "Louie, you're so wet. If you want me so bad, take me, mate. Use the fuck out of me. Make. Me. Come. Your pussy is hungry for it, isn't it?" We are getting closer to the moon. She might already be experiencing signs of the intense heat she'll have that night.

"Shift into your hybrid form."

"Filthy little vampire wanting to fuck me in my beast form," I growl as I shift.

"You won't be in the form I really want you in, but it will be close." She bends down, her braids tickling my chest as she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. "Come on, Wolf. Give me what I want and maybe I won't hurt you to get it."

"Hurt me? What could you possibly do?" I know tempting her isn't the right choice. I love seeing that split second of fire in her eyes from a challenge.

She reaches behind her, pulling out one of her daggers that she must have tucked in the waistband of her underwear. "Maybe I'll do more than you think I will."

Her daggers are made of silver. She drags her tongue across the blade and her flesh begins to sizzle. "I've built a tolerance to the pain silver brings. I actually think it feels good. Plus, I heal. But what about you, Beloved?" She hovers the tip of the blade of my chest. "How high is your pain tolerance?"

"Find out," I dare her, lifting my head from the ground until our noses touch.

She grins, easing the dagger onto my skin at the same time she lowers herself onto my cock. The array of sensations has me roaring so fucking loud, the mirror shatters.

"Oh you like that, don't you? I love your hybrid. Gives me the best of both worlds when it comes to your body." She yanks my head back by my hair, placing the dagger against my throat. "Lie here like a good fucking boy until I come. You aren't allowed to do anything but take what I give you."

She slices my jugular before diving in; biting the wound with her fangs to get her breakfast. Her bite alone is enough to make my orgasm slam through me and fill her until it drips down my shaft, then the floor.

Louie licks the blood clean. "I love that my bite does that to you. And I love how your come tingles." She sits up, her panties still bunched and pushed to the side to take my cock. "And I want to feel it again."

From my view, she's stretched so wide, I'm afraid if she takes any more of me, she might tear.

Not that I think she would care. I bet my pain slut would love that.

She rides me fast and hard, placing one hand on my chest for support to increase her speed. "Yes, God, you feel so good, so fucking big, Aziel. I love it when you give me this cock."

I moan. "I love it when you take it. Fuck, Louie. Your pussy is so fucking tight." I glance down to see where we are connected, noticing how wet she is. I'm able to see the slick shining against the grey of my shaft.

Louie drags the knife across my chest, splitting the skin open. Blood tickles my skin as it drips down the valley of my sternum. She leans down, flattening her tongue against my abs, and peers up at me through her lashes while my blood gathers against her taste buds.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, clenching my teeth together to stop myself from coming again. "Goddamn, do it again."

A dark chuckle breezes across my flesh. "What? This?" The tip of the dagger is carved into my chest. The pain is unbearable. My skin burns and the scent is even worse.

"What if I carve my name into your chest? What would you do?" she asks, twisting and scrapping the knife in different directions as if she's already cutting her name into my skin.

It's a brand.

It's a claim.

It's ownership.

And I fucking love the sound of it.

"Do it. I want you on me for all eternity. Fucking scar me to your liking, My Light, and I will show everyone who owns me."

"One day, I'll tie you up and have my way with you with my dagger. I'll bring you to the edge so many times." She's careful not to lick the wounds that make her name or they would heal. Unlike her mating mark, it's as if our bodies know she's submitting her claim, so those won't ever heal.

Her name carved with a silver dagger? That won't heal fully and I'm more than okay with that.

She gathers the excess blood that drips down my left pec, sucking on my nipple which has me arching my back. The move causes me to bury my cock deeper and she tosses the dagger somewhere to the right. It clatters against the wall, forgotten.

Louie's hands slap on my chest, her fingers pressing against where she carved her name, and I growl from the pain. Her mouth is drenched in red from my blood, her beautiful full lips painted in a forbidden red.

Her body moves like a wave, curling, rocking back and forth. Elouise stretches, moaning, tilting her head back as she picks up the pace.

"Elouise," I pant her name, gripping her hips for dear life.

My claws pinch into her hips, the scent of her blood causing me to become hungry and feral.

Needing more, needing to bury myself as far as I can, I change our position quicker than she can say no. I have her against the counter, staring at us in the mirror.

"I didn't say I was done." Her eyes are bright red with hunger and lust. Elouise's fangs flash at me, promising violence and power.

I grab the back of her neck and pull her against my chest. My cock drives into her as hard as I can. Our skin slaps. I feel my earlier orgasms drip down me, and when I look down, I see my cock draped in white come.

"Look at us." I slip my hybrid hand around her neck. "Look at me fucking you. Look what you've done to my chest."

Her eyes fall to the spot where she carved her name and her nostrils flare. The scent of lust is so powerful, that I become dizzy.

"You're so proud of yourself, aren't you? Marking me like that. You just wait until it's my turn. You just wait until I hunt you down, catch you, and fuck you until you beg me to stop."

"I would never beg you to stop."

"You will," I snarl. "I don't think you understand how far gone I will be. The Aziel you know won't exist. When I tell you I won't be able to stop, I mean it. You need to be okay with that or the full moon night—" I nip at her shoulder "— will be more difficult for you."

"I'm more than okay with it. I can't wait. The thought— Oh, god— I'm close. I'm so close."

"You are. You are so wet. You're making it so easy to give you every inch of me. You're such a slut for this werewolf cock." I tighten my grip on her throat until she gasps, her eyes widening in the mirror before they roll to the back of her head. "Only my cock. No one else will have you. No other werewolf will take you. This pussy is mine," I sneer, slapping the round curve of her ass before gripping on to each cheek to bring her down faster onto my dick.

"Ah, oh, holy fuck! Aziel!" Her fist slams against the counter, cracking the igneous rock until a large chunk falls off from the edge. "Yes, God, give it to me, Aziel. So fucking good. Harder. Harder!"

Growling, I slap my hand in the middle of her back, forcing her down. Her tits press against the counter, her ass up and in the air for me. Elouise's head is turned to the side and she's crying out at the top of her lungs.

Iggy has to hear us.

And for some reason, that fuels me more. I hope he does hear us. I want everyone in Purgatory to hear what I do to my mate. She's mine. She belongs to me.

I ram into Elouise, wishing I could give her my knot. I grip the edge of the counter, then clutch her shoulder, wanting leverage to fuck her how I want.

"Yes! Yes, fuck, I'm going to— I'm going to—" She can't finish her warning before she moans, her pussy pulsing on my cock. Hot slick squirts onto my cock, soaking my shaft, and drips down my legs.

"Fuck yes, Louie. Give me another." I don't stop the momentum. I curl over her, sweat dripping down my temple, my muscles burning as I give her every ounce of strength and endurance I have.

Something cracks.

She cries in agony just as one more orgasm rips through her, more of her come drenching my cock.

Picking her up by her neck, our bodies align. Her back against my front. That's when I notice how limp her arm is. I must have pulled her arm from her socket somehow.

"Kiss me."

"I can't, the angle—" She whines. "I'm close again. I can't. I can't again."

"You will give me what I want." I force her head to turn, the bones breaking until her head is turned around and her lips are finally near mine. "Just like you'll give me another kiss." I capture her lips, filling her once, twice, three times before I plant deep inside.

I bit her lip so hard it bleeds, and I eagerly lap it up like a fucking dog dying of thirst.

We collapse onto the counter, gasping for air. Her head cracks as it heals, turning into its rightful spot.

"Fuck," I groan, kissing from one shoulder to the other.

The counter moans. Our eyes catch in the reflection before the entire thing crumbles under us, sending us to the ground in rubble.

"I guess—" Elouise pauses to breathe "— I guess we will be needing that shower now."

I grunt in reply, not having the energy to say another word.

A knock sounds on our bedroom door. "Can you two keep it down? I'm trying to sleep before we go off and save ourselves or whatever. Jeez. It's like living in a brothel with you two."

Elouise slaps her hands over her mouth to stifle her laugh.

I roll on top of my mate, bracing my hands on either side of her head, and I tuck one of the braids behind her ear. "I love you, Louie. I don't care what it takes, but we're going home."

"Aziel." She sits up, placing her forehead against mine. "You are my home. Even if it means we are here, at least we are here together. You are and have always been my home."

I want to give her more than me, though.

I want to give her my world.