Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

SILVER

“ W ho the fuck are you?” I spit out after walking into the dining room to some sort of intimate breakfast. Michel is laying on the floor next to the table. He lifts his head when he sees me, but Sharla has him on a short leash for some reason.

There’s a pretty woman sitting beside my husband, and she doesn’t seem to know what boundaries are.

Looking over at me, her eyes widen and she gives me a smile, but she’s still touching Luke’s arm.

“Oh, hi, I’m Shayna,” she says and then turns back to talk to Luke, dismissing me.

Oh no, bitch, that’s not going to fly with me. Kane catches me, stopping my spell before I turn the little tramp into a teapot.

Hey, don’t judge me, I was missing Luna, so I watched our favorite childhood movie last night.

Taking my seat beside Luke, I move closer to him and grip his cheeks with my nails, turning his attention to me.

He gives me a quick kiss on the lips, then turns back to her.

Shayna.

Merida brings me my plate, and gives me a smile, but she looks nervous.

Slicing into my omelet, I stab a piece with my fork, then look around. “So, does anyone want to tell me what's going on here?”

Kane coughs, looking at Luke, waiting for him to explain. A soft whimper from beside him has me confused.

“Sorry, I'm sorry. I just can't believe I was almost massacred,” Shayna cries, and Luke pats her on the back.

My limbs begin to tremble, and I'm about to skewer a bitch with this fork. My emotions have been a whirlwind of magma and a tsunami.

Lifting my plate, I chuck it right at the girl's face, then snap my fingers releasing Michel from his tether.

With a mighty roar, he lunges for the food, and Shayna yelps. A bright smile lifts my lips, and I ignore the screams and panic, while enjoying Luke's food.

I don't know who she thinks she is or what happened, but if she touches my man again, a tiger's bite isn't going to be the worst thing she's ever experienced.

Luke's hand clamps onto my neck as he turns my head to face him. His beastie is trying to escape, and I'm so here for it.

“What the hell was that?” he roars after creating a bubble just for us two, so no one can hear.

“What was what?” I ask softly, looking up at him and batting my eyelashes. The perfect picture of innocence.

Luke's nostrils flare and smoke escapes as his eyes shift from slitted to normal. I reach up and run my fingers along his lips as he snarls.

Oh, he's big mad. Well, two can play at that game. Maybe he'll punish me after. My panties are soaked, and I know he can smell it.

“Little Devil,” he growls and I smile, licking my bottom lip before biting down on it.

Luke stands, tossing down his napkin that was covering his lap, then waves his hand, pushing my chair away from the table.

I spread my thighs, not caring who is around us. Right now I need him. Crave him.

Mumbling a spell I know, the area around us turns to black smoke, shielding us.

Lifting my leg, I place my heeled-foot onto his shoulder, showing him the thin lace that's keeping us apart.

“Praise me, Little Devil. You are perfect,” he grunts, dropping to his knees and praying at my altar.

“Oh, Luke,” I moan as he licks me with his slitted tongue. I have begged him to fuck me in his true form, but he said it would rip me in two.

“Such a naughty Little Devil. I should punish you. Push you to your knees and fuck that bratty mouth. Not give you any pleasure,” he says, pulling away from me and standing, unbuttoning his pants.

I lick my lips at the visions he’s planting into my mind. I'm panting by the time he snaps his fingers, moving us to our bed.

Our cat is there and hisses as I almost land on him. I really need to name him something. I've been calling him ‘Grumpy’ lately.

Maybe I'll just keep that.

Jumping off the bed, his tail twitches and he meows loudly. Luke waves his hands, muttering something and Grumpy disappears from sight.

I gasp, and smack his chest. “Where did you put him?” I am worried that Michel may be getting a snack.

“Don’t worry, he’s safe,” Luke says, then leans down and kisses my neck to my chest, showing me some much needed attention. I arch my back and give him more room to explore.

“These piercings may be the death of me, Little Devil,” he groans, dipping lower and biting one.

“Ah,” I shout as he shifts us and grinds his large cock against my soaked panties. I close my eyes and concentrate on the material, wishing them gone.

Luke grunts as the tip of his cock slips inside my tight channel. “Playing dirty are we,” he grumbles and I smile, biting my bottom lip until a drop of blood appears. Luke’s nostrils flare as he attacks my mouth with his.

Time for playing is over as he thrusts into me hard, causing the room to explode in stars as it always does when we connect. I asked Kane what it meant, and he said it can happen when true soulmates fuck.

I once thought I had three other perfect people, but maybe Luke was right all along and he is my one true mate.

“We need to discuss Shayna, and why she’s here,” Luke says, stepping out of the shower. After fucking me dirty he claimed he needed to clean me up, but the cum dripping between my thighs is proof that didn’t happen.

He seems obsessed with breeding me lately, and I love it. I almost crave it now.

“What do you mean?” I ask, moving over to the bathtub to soak my sore muscles. I don’t think I will ever get used to Luke and the size of his cock.

“There was an attack at the Academy. A lot of witches were massacred. Shayna is here for protection. I also thought you may like having a young girl here to keep you company,” he says, leaving me to bathe and moving into the closet to get dressed.

I love that he doesn’t use his powers for little things and dresses himself. Though I have caught Thimon a time or two trying to clothe him.

“Are Jade and Clara okay? What about the guys?” My heart begins to race, and I pray Luke can’t hear my panic. He’s more jealous than I am at times. I know I left that world behind me, but I still care… a little I think.

I have my fleeing moments. I can tell that I’m getting darker every day. My humanity is leaving me, but I still have times where a thought or memory will hit me and I want to fall to my knees.

“Yes, they are fine,” he grunts before storming out of the room and leaving me to my memories. Days attending his lectures. Nights at the cottage. The ball with Donovan. Closing my eyes, I slip under the hot water and hide the tears escaping my eyes.

I made a choice. I married Luke. I need to move on.

“Merida, that’s not how you frost sugar cookies,” I groan at the troll using her magic to make them perfect. “We do it the old fashioned way or not at all,” I snap, then immediately feel bad.

My emotions and hormones are going crazy the last few days. I think it’s because Shayna is here. I know Luke wanted us to become friends, but she’s too damn friendly, and I overheard her telling Bridget, my new maid, that she’s had a huge crush on Luke since he was her teacher.

She seems smart, but trying to incorporate herself into my alone time with my husband and Kane is pissing me off. Like now. I can hear her annoying giggles from the dining room.

Storming out of the kitchen, I leave Merida to do whatever she wants and stomp into the room where Shayna is shamelessly flirting. I swear she only has two emotions; sobbing about the death of her friends, and flirting with untouchable men… er demons.

“Ah, Little Devil, I was just wondering where you were,” Luke says, standing once he spots me.

Shayna gives me a soft smile, but she can’t hide the lust in her eyes. My hands shake, and I’m about to hurl a fireball in her direction, but Kane catches on and rushes over to me, pulling me into a quick kiss.

We still haven’t had alone time together, and I think I need to rectify that. When he releases me, I lick the taste of him from my lips and glare at the harlot in the room.

“Do you have a problem with your eyes and ears?” I snap, and she pauses.

“Um, I’m not sure how to reply to that,” she says, and I roll my eyes.

“Luke is mine. My husband, my mate, my Devil,” I growl, and she jumps away from me.

“Stay away from my man!”

Kane grabs my arm, chuckling and pulls me to his chest. Shayna looks between us, and I know she’s about to open her mouth, and make me hit her.

“He is mine too! Touch and you’ll lose limbs,” I grumble, pointing to Kane, and watch as she visibly shivers.

I give her a big, toothy smile, and Kane drags me out of the room.

“Okay, love, I think it’s time we went for a walk, hmm?” he says, leading me outside and to the garden. I try to take in a breath of fresh air and cool off, but all I get is a lungful of smog.

“Ugh, I hate it here. I want to go back to Salem,” I grumble and Kane laughs, shaking his head, then pulling me tight into his arms, pressing a kiss onto my forehead.

God, this Incubus is good.

Melting into his arms, I sigh. “I know what you’re going to say and I don’t care. I do not like her, Kane. There is just something… It rubs me the wrong way,” I grumble, and he chuckles.

His chest vibrates with the sound, and I groan, rubbing my thighs together. This man bleeds lust and I’ve noticed he struggles to contain his powers with me.

“Silver, you don’t need to like her. You are her queen, but I can promise you that you don’t have anything to worry about. Luke is devoted to you as am I.” I nod my head, then back away from him and take his offered hand.

“Come, let me sneak you away for a few hours.”

My eyes light up as a portal appears. I get to leave here!

“Where are we going?”

“Jamaica. We have a small island there that’s deserted. You can get some sun and fresh air as I fuck you in the ocean,” he mumbles against my ear, holding me close.

A blast of air hits my back and I’m torn from him.

Luke comes storming out of the castle, his hands in the air, and his eyes glowing with his power.

“Luke,” Kane begins, but is silenced with a wave of my husband's hand.

“No, Silver is not leaving. Did you not just hear about the Hunters’ latest attack?” he growls, moving closer to Kane, hitting him in the chest with another blast of air.

Turning, I leave them to fight and walk back into the castle, heading for my room.

I was close to a glimpse of freedom, but once again I’m trapped in a hell of my own making.

LUKE

“Have you lost your fucking mind!” I growl at Kane, and he rolls his eyes, running his hand through his hair.

His eyes glow and my cock twitches as he pushes out a burst of his lust.

“She needs a break, Luke. I was only taking her to the island. I would never allow her to be in danger,” he pleads, but I’m too angry to listen to his reasoning.

“She stays here until she’s bred with my child. Then you can whisk her away,” I grunt and he laughs, shaking his head.

“You may have wed her and made her our queen, but you are going to stifle any good she has left. I can see the darkness overtaking her more and more by the day. Everything you love about that girl will disappear if you don’t give her a breath of freedom.”

Turning he leaves me to think about what he said. I know he’s right, but it doesn’t matter. If Silver becomes completely evil nothing will change. She accepts my monster, and I will welcome hers.

She’s my soulmate. Nothing will change that. But is Kane right? Is she really that miserable? I don’t want her to feel like a prisoner here. This is meant to be her home. Her solace.

I know she wishes to return to the Academy, but that will never happen. At least not for a while. It’s too dangerous. The Hunters are not listening or following our agreements. Alara and Tobias Blake are failing as leaders.

Maybe it’s time I return to the coven meetings, and choose someone else as my patsy. Clara or Jade would do well.

Leaving the gardens, I walk back inside and order Shayna to her room. I thought she would be a good playmate for Silver and so she'd have someone to hang out with. Do girly shit with, but she seems to only piss my Little Devil off.

With a pout she walks off, and I move toward my office to make some plans and changes.

“I don't understand, Master! Haven't we been good to you? Your loyal, faithful servants?” Alara pleads for me to change my mind, but it's already done.

“Clara and Jade will run this coven now until I see fit to change it. You and Blake have taken too many handouts and shortcuts.”

“The attack wasn't our fault. I swear. The Hunter's knew not to step onto campus. They broke the agreement, not us. Please, Master, show leniency.”

Tired of her babbles, I wave my hand, sending her to Hell. Maybe a few hours with my Hellhounds will have her back on track. I hate being questioned and bargained with.

I glance at Tobias Blake, but he's on his knees, unmoving. He knows his time is coming to an end, but not yet.

“I have a job for you,” I tell him, and he nods.

“Anything, Master, I am your faithful servant.”

Sitting back in my chair, I grin.

“When the time comes, I want you to kill Jaxson Arrow and Wellson Birch.”

SIX MONTHS LATER

“Isn’t he perfect,” Silver coos, looking down at our son. I lean in and kiss her head.

“He’s going to rule the universe one day,” I say, and she rolls her eyes at me.

“He’s not even five minutes old, Luke. Let him be a baby for as long as he can,” she sighs, then yawns. Her eyelids are growing heavy, so I take my son from her arms, and move away.

She is a warrior, a true queen. Not only did she labor naturally for over a day, she didn’t want any drugs or potions for the pain.

I hold my son and gaze down at his silver eyes with a red ring and dark eyelashes.

“I have waited a long time to meet you,” I tell him, and he blinks at me. “Centuries you could say,” I continue, “And all it took was a moment in the Springs with your mother,” I laugh, thinking back to the day he was conceived.

Leaning down, I whisper into his ear, “You are going to be my greatest legacy, Forest Kennedy Diavolo.”

My eyes open and I smile, pulling my Little Devil closer to me as she sleeps. The Springs. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner. It’s always held the powers of healing and helped women with conceiving.

I will have to take Silver there immediately. It’s been too long now with no chance of her getting pregnant. I still adore my queen, but she needs to give me an heir to fulfill the prophecy before it’s too late.

I fear my time is running out.