Bonus Scene Cain and Nina in Tunnels

If anyone were to hear my thoughts, they would probably wonder why I’m singing the Titanic theme song as loud as I can.

Leaning against the wall opposite my bro ho—read as, Bitch Mage—I watch Nina take a step closer until she’s toe-to-toe with No Love, otherwise known as Cain.

My girl appears radiant right now—fiery and soulful and fucking fierce. She looks as if she’s grabbing the world by its balls, severing them, and then shoving them in her pocket for safekeeping.

Well…

That’s a pretty fucked up analogy, but you get the idea.

Some people think strength is kicking ass and taking names. However, the strongest people I know are the ones with an inner strength, the ones on the sideline, the ones observing the world and then taking it by storm. Buttercup? She falls firmly in the latter category.

As Cain says something to her, his voice too low for me to hear, I turn towards Damien with a sly grin and begin to sing Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On” under my breath.

His face? Fucking priceless.

“Why the fuck are you serenading me, shifter scum?” he hisses, brandishing his knife. I wasn’t kidding about that man liking knife play. I once heard a rumor that he shoved it up his anus. Obviously, I’m not gonna ask.

I’m eccentric, not stupid.

Besides, that’s a personal matter, and your boy here doesn’t kink shame.

“Because it’s romantic,” I say, winking.

His nose crinkles in disgust. “Don’t wink at me.”

“Don’t be so damn adorable,” I counter, resisting the urge to boop his nose. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me then, Nina’s mate or not. Sigh. Why is it so difficult to resist the urge to antagonize the psychopathic serial killer?

Don’t be a dumbass, Rion.

Maybe once our bromance develops I’ll have the guts to piss the mage off. Dion for the win.

Yes, that’s our ship name.

No, I don’t want your judgment.

Still smirking, I turn away from Bitch Mage—or is it Mage Bitch?—and focus on Nina and No Love. Her tiny hands are fisted in his shirt as she stares up at him, her blind eyes seeing more than anyone can comprehend.

And then…they’re kissing. No, that’s too tame of a word. They’re practically devouring each other. His hands tangle in her long, silky hair as her own twine around his neck, holding him in place.

“Oh, hell,” Damien breathes.

I can’t pull my gaze away from the enticing sight before me. I know I should turn away, I know it’s a private moment, but my body refuses to comply with my desires. I can feel my cock hardening against my pants.

“Somebody needs to take out the sausage,” I whisper to Damien. “Make that sausage your bitch.”

Yeah…

Sometimes I don’t even understand what I’m saying. It made sense in my mind but then lost its meaning when it left my mouth. It’s like my brain and vocal cords are on two different frequencies at all times and the signals never overlap.

That’s probably why those scientists gave me one thousand dollars to study me for a day…

Cain and Nina are desperately removing each other’s clothes until they’re both standing in front of each other naked. I give Cain an appreciatory once-over. I’m one hundred percent in love and devoted to Nina, but even I can appreciate a sexy body. Yeah, Cain doesn’t make me hard like she does, but I’ll be the first to admit that the dude’s hot.

And then there’s Buttercup.

With her dark hair cascading down her back, milky white skin, plump breasts, and creamy thighs, she’s a sight to behold. I don’t know what I want to focus on first. A—her nipples, sharpened into beaded nubs? B—her pussy lips already slick with her arousal? How about C—all of the above?

C. Definitely C.

As my gaze devours her, my hand frees my cock from its confines, stroking it from base to tip. A quick glance to my side confirms that Damien has his dick out as well.

And, yes, I can unbiasedly say that my cock is prettier than his. If this was a cock-off, I’d win in seconds.

“Hey,” I whisper, using my pre-cum for lubrication. Damien glances at me with wide eyes, as if he can’t fucking believe I’m trying to start a conversation with him while we’re masturbating over our girlfriend fucking another guy. “It’s not gay if you don’t look.” I nod towards his cock so he understands what I mean.

“Motherfucker,” he curses, stepping away from me. He resumes watching the intoxicating scene before us. I divert my attention back too.

Nina has her legs wrapped around Cain’s waist as he thrusts into her. Her head is thrown back in bliss, those beautiful, perky tits bouncing with her movements.

Fucking hell.

I remember firsthand how amazing she felt around my cock. How her walls clenched around me, milking me for all I’m worth.

I begin to move my hand faster and faster, envisioning all of the things I want to do to Nina when I get my hands on her again. And trust me. I plan on getting my hands on her a bunch of fucking times.

Get it?

“Fucking” times?

Yeah, I didn’t laugh either.

Nina’s back hits the wall as Cain continues to fuck her relentlessly. It’s almost as if he wants to merge his body with hers. Become one with her. He stares into her blind eyes as if she’s the only thing in the world. Well, his world.

“We’re just two straight dudes. Watching our girl fuck another guy,” I once again whisper to Damien, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. The sick bastard is holding his knife in one hand while stroking himself with the other. See? I told you he was into that shit.

I wonder if he’s ever shoved that blade up his asshole.

Does he let Nina blade-fuck him?

Huh.

“Stop. Talking,” he grunts as he works himself faster.

“It’s like porn,” I insist, turning back to the show.

Nina gasps and then moans, pleasure etched across her beautiful face. Sweat beads on her skin, giving it a glistening quality, and a few dark strands of hair cling to her red cheeks.

Fuck, I love this woman.

I can see the exact moment that her orgasm overtakes her. Those gorgeous milky eyes roll back into her head, and her movements become even more erratic. She bounces on Cain’s cock like he’s a fucking pogo stick.

Great.

Now I’m imagining my Buttercup fucking a pogo stick.

Note to future Rion—buy a pogo stick, because that shit is hot.

My balls tighten as I reach my own release. My hand begins to move faster and faster, my orgasm seconds from detonating.

“Fuck,” I whisper as I come. I continue to stroke my cock through my release, my breathing uneven. I wipe sweat away from my forehead with my free hand.

Nina has her forehead pressed against Cain’s as they whisper to one another. Once again, I’m hesitant to say anything during their private interlude.

Putting my dick back in my pants, I turn towards Damien who stands impassively behind me. The man doesn’t even look ruffled, for fuck’s sake. Whenever I orgasm, I resemble a dying hyena being anal fucked by a chicken. No fucking fair.

“Wasn’t that fun?” I ask cheerfully. He holds up his knife once more.

“You have five seconds to run before I gut you,” he says nonchalantly.

Oh, fuck.

I guess our playtime is over.

…or maybe it has just begun?

“Masturbate again later?” I say, walking backwards. I just barely duck in time to avoid the knife now protruding from the wall, mere inches from where my head was.

Asshole wasn’t kidding.

Knowing that I won’t live long if I continue to tease him, I turn back towards Nina and Cain. Somehow, someway, she was able to soothe the untameable demon.

Fuck, I love this woman.