10. Adelaide

10

ADELAIDE

I'm sitting on my bed half naked in just Zaiah's black tee. It smells distinctly of him, of exotic spice. I feel restless and anxious. Corvus still hasn't returned with the synthetic blood, and the hunger gnaws at me, a constant ache in the pit of my stomach. Zaiah, half clothed in just his combat pants now, and Ignatius are sprawled out beside me, both looking as worried as I feel.

"He should be back by now," I mutter, running a hand through my hair, and then pulling on the strands in front of my face, in a nervous habit I have never done before.

"I'm sure he's fine," Zaiah says, but I can hear the uncertainty in his voice as he climbs off the bed to stare out of the window.

Suddenly, there is a tug on my soul, deep down, and a familiar presence washes over me. My head snaps up just as Zephyr materialises in the room, emerging from the shadows like he was born from them.

"Zephyr!" I exclaim, leaping off the bed and throwing myself into his arms. He catches me easily, holding me close. I breathe in his scent - night air and something darker, more primal. "You're back."

"I am," he murmurs into my hair, also drawing in a deep breath. "And I come bearing gifts."

He pulls back slightly, producing an old, leather-bound book. "Maps of MistHallow. Every secret passage, every hidden room."

Ignatius whistles low. "Now that's what I call useful."

Zephyr's eyes darken as he looks around the room. "Where's Corvus?"

"Getting synthetic blood," I explain. "He's been gone a while, though."

A frown creases Zephyr's brow. "That's not good. He should have been back by now."

"That's what we were just saying," Zaiah comments, moving closer to examine the book Zephyr brought.

Ignatius stands up, stretching. "I'll go look for him. Maybe he got held up somewhere."

As Ignatius heads for the door, it bursts open, revealing a dishevelled Corvus. His hair is mussed, and there's a wild look in his eyes that sets me on edge immediately.

"Corvus!" I exclaim, rushing to him. "What happened? Are you okay?"

He takes a deep breath, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. "I'm fine. I just had a disagreement with that prick, Asher. And then my father showed up."

"Your father?" Zephyr asks sharply. "What's he doing here?"

Corvus runs a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. "Blackthorn has notified the board, and well, he is the Chairman of that. This attack on MistHallow has got the higher-ups concerned."

I feel my stomach drop. More powerful supernatural beings getting involved can only complicate things further. "What does that mean for us?"

"It means," Zephyr says grimly, "that things are about to get a lot more complicated."

Corvus nods in agreement, then seems to remember something. He holds out the large to-go cup. "The synthetic blood. Sorry, it took so long."

I grab the cup eagerly, and slurp on the straw, taking a long drink. It's not as satisfying as human blood, but it helps take the edge off my hunger, especially with Zaiah's still giving me a boost. "Thanks."

"So, what's our next move?" Ignatius asks, looking between Corvus and Zephyr.

Zephyr holds up the book of maps. "We start by figuring out if there are any hidden areas of MistHallow that might have information about Vespers or portals. There has to be something here that can help us understand what's going on."

"And we need to be prepared," Corvus adds grimly.

I take another long sip of the synthetic blood. As I lower the cup, I notice Zephyr watching me intently, his purple eyes dark with an emotion I can't quite place.

"What?" I ask, suddenly self-conscious.

He shakes his head slightly. "You've been a naughty Little Dollie while I was gone, haven't you?"

I draw in a sharp breath at his tone.

I feel a flush creep up my neck. There's no accusation in his voice, just a dark heat that sends a tremble of desire straight to my core.

"I..." I trail off, not sure how to respond.

Zephyr's eyes flick to Zaiah and Ignatius, taking in their chaotic state and the lingering scent of sex in the air. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face.

"Don't stop on my account," he purrs, stepping closer. "I want to hear all about it."

My breath catches in my throat as he crowds into my space, his body all ice and power. I'm acutely aware of the others watching us, the tension in the room ratcheting up several notches.

"We... I..." I stammer, my mind going blank under the intensity of his gaze.

Zephyr's hand comes up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Use your words, naughty Little Dollie. Tell your Master what you did while I was gone."

I swallow hard, desire pooling low in my belly. Master . Fuck. That hits a spot deep in my gut that I wasn't aware of prior to this moment.

I gulp. "Zaiah and I..."

Zephyr's eyes darken further, his grip on my chin tightening slightly. "Go on," he urges quietly.

I take a shaky breath. "We had sex," I whisper.

A growl rumbles in Zephyr's chest, sending shivers down my spine. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his gaze flicking to the other two. "Tell me how."

I clear my throat and then fall into this headfirst. "I rode him and bit him. I drank his blood while I came all over his cock."

Zephyr's eyes flash with desire and possessiveness. His hand slides from my cheek to the back of my neck, gripping firmly. "And then?" he prompts, his voice low and dangerous.

"Then I sucked Ignatius off. I swallowed every drop of his cum."

A growl rumbles through Zephyr's chest. "Such a naughty girl," he purrs. "Did you enjoy yourself, Little Dollie?"

I nod, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze. "Yes," I whisper.

"Good," Zephyr says, his grip on my neck tightening slightly. "Because now it's your Master's turn."

He spins me around and pushes me face-first against the wall. His body presses against my back, hard and unmoving. His arousal presses insistently against my arse.

"Hands on the wall," he whispers in my ear.

I comply instantly, my palms flat against the cool stone of the interior tower wall. Zephyr's hands roam over my body, teasing and possessive. He pushes up the tee I'm wearing, exposing my bare arse to the room.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "So eager, so willing." He slaps my arse hard, and I yelp. "Shh," he murmurs.

I bite my lip to stifle a moan as Zephyr's hand comes down on my arse again, the sting sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His other hand slides around to my pussy, his fingers dipping between my legs to find me already wet and wanting.

"So responsive," he purrs, his fingers circling my clit teasingly. "Did you miss me, princess? Did you miss your Master?"

"Yes," I gasp, pushing back against him. "Please, Zephyr..."

"No, princess. That's not who I am right now."

"Please, Master,"

He chuckles darkly. "Please, what? Tell your Master what you want."

I whimper, desire clouding my mind. "Please fuck me," I beg shamelessly.

Before I can suck in my next breath, the blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance. Zephyr grips my hips tightly, and with one powerful thrust, he's buried inside me to the hilt.

I cry out at the sudden fullness, my fingers scrabbling against the wall for purchase. Zephyr sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher and higher as he reaches up to grab my wrists. He pulls my arms behind my back, crossing them as he slams into me.

"Do you like being watched, princess?" Zephyr growls in my ear.

I gasp, suddenly remembering we're not alone. The knowledge that they're seeing me like this, being claimed so thoroughly by Zephyr, sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

"Yes," I moan. "I love it."

Zephyr's grip on my wrists tightens as he continues to pound into me. "Such a naughty princess," he purrs. "Putting on a show for all your men."

His words make my pussy twitch. My men. The possessiveness in his voice makes me clench around him, drawing a groan from his lips.

"That's it," he growls. "Take what's yours, princess. Show them who you belong to."

I cry out as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me. My legs are shaking, threatening to give out, but Zephyr holds me up effortlessly.

With a particularly hard thrust, Zephyr sends me careening over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in waves as I clench around him, crying out in ecstasy.

Zephyr doesn't slow down, fucking me through my climax and pushing me towards another. His grip on my wrists loosens, and he withdraws, spinning me around to face him. He lifts me and pins me against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist as he slams into me again.

"Look at me," he commands.

I open my eyes, meeting his intense purple gaze. The raw desire and possession I see there takes my breath away. Zephyr's eyes are glowing with an otherworldly light, his power swirling around us like a living thing.

"Mine," he growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Say it, princess. Tell them who you belong to."

"Yours," I gasp, clinging to him as another orgasm builds. "I'm yours, Master."

Zephyr crashes his lips to mine in a searing kiss. I can taste his power on my tongue, dark and intoxicating. My fangs drop, and I bite his lip, drawing blood. The taste of it sends me over the edge again, my pussy clenching around him as I cry out into his mouth.

With a final, powerful thrust, Zephyr follows me over the edge. His cock jerks inside me, unloading his cum in hot spurts, which sends me into a frenzy. He holds me there, pinned against the wall, as he pulls back, and the shadows around him swirl around us. They wrap around my wrists, my ankles, my neck, tightening their hold on me. He physically lets me go, and I'm suspended by the magick, spreadeagled in mid-air as he flicks his fingers. The tee shreds and falls off me. I gasp as the wickedly sharp edges of the tendrils of night slash into my skin, drawing blood.

Corvus growls and leaps at me, his fangs bared as he latches onto the cuts in my skin and suckles harshly. The sting makes me hiss, but I don't want him to stop.

"It's time to break you, princess," Zephyr murmurs. "And when we're done, we will stitch you back together, a little ragdoll, just for us."

Ignatius moves in next to Corvus, his eyes burning with an intense flame. He reaches out, and as his fingers trace the lines of blood on my skin, they ignite. I gasp as the fire licks my wounds, searing them shut. The pain is intense, but there's a strange satisfaction in it. I need it. It's sating the need for pain, the itch to hurt and know that I'm capable of feeling something .

The fire dies down, and Ignatius pulls me into a fierce kiss, his tongue dancing with mine. Corvus shuffles to the side, his vampire claws digging into my hip. Blood wells up, and he drops to his knees to drink the droplets from my skin.

"What breaks you, princess?" Zephyr murmurs. "What do we have to do to you to make you crack?"

I pant, suspended in the air by Zephyr's magick, my body aching with pleasure and pain. I try to focus on his words, but my mind is hazy. "I don't know," I rasp.

Zephyr takes in every inch of my body. "Perhaps we'll find out," he muses with a wicked smile. He snaps his fingers, and the tendrils of darkness tighten around me, sending a fresh wave of pain through my body. I cry out, my back arching as I struggle against the magickal bonds.

Ignatius has his hands on me again, glowing with fire. He reaches up, his fingers trailing over my skin, leaving a path of heat in their wake, burning me, scorching my skin until I scream.

Zephyr chuckles, his eyes alight with amusement. "Ah, I see," he says. "You like the fire, princess?"

I nod, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes."

"Good. Let's see how much you can take."

He snaps his fingers again, and the tendrils of darkness constrict further, forcing me to arch my back even more until I'm horizontal with the floor. Ignatius trails his glowing fingers down my chest, leaving a searing path of flames that lick at my breasts. I cry out, writhing in the air as the tendrils tighten further. The more I move, the more they tighten. I'm being choked by the one around my neck, but I don't care. I need it.

Zephyr leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear. "Do you want more, princess?"

I nod frantically, my body craving the pain and pleasure that they're inflicting on me. "Yes, Master. More."

Zephyr chuckles darkly, his fingers tracing a line up my inner thigh.

The magick shadows cut into my skin as Ignatius' fingers trail down my stomach, leaving a burning path of fire. I scream, my body writhing in agony and ecstasy as the flames lick at my skin, searing me to the core.

Corvus moves in closer again, his fangs bared as he leans in to lick the blood that's seeping from the cuts on my skin. I moan, my body trembling as I feel his tongue against my sensitive flesh.

I can feel Zaiah's intense gaze on me. "What do you wish for, Addy?" he murmurs.

"More," I pant before I realise my mistake.

Zaiah laughs. It's the darkest sound I've ever heard come from his lips, and it chills me. He moves closer, and then steps to the side. He is at the top of my head as I writhe against the magick, and pain inflicted by these creatures. He places his hands lightly on the sides of my head.

There is a blinding white flash of light, and I scream.