Chapter 20

“Buttercup, did you miss me?”

The familiar, sultry voice causes goosebumps to race up and down my arms faster than an Amtrak train. Immediately, I spin to face him, my heart jumping up my throat and becoming lodged there.

“Rion,” I breathe, half wondering if his presence is an illusion and at any second, he’s going to dematerialize like an oasis in a desert, returning to dry sand once more.

“The one and only. Well, that’s not technically true. Mama Rion told me that I had a twin that I ate in my womb. So I suppose the correct terminology is ‘two and only.’ But don’t quote me on that.”

As he continues his diatribe, I sprint in his direction, leaving Abel behind in our cell. My sunshine twin gives a halfhearted protest, reminding me that I promised him sexy times after I arrived smelling like Cain with sweat soaking my skin, but he doesn’t stop me as I blindly reach for my shifter mate.

I tangle my hands in his obsidian hair, tugging gently, and he growls in satisfaction. The primal sound travels straight to my clit, and I have the irresistible urge to bring my thighs together and rub them.

“You’re okay.” Through touch alone, I familiarize myself with his striking features. With the lip ring that feels amazing against my mouth…and against other areas. With the second bulb in his eyebrow. With his broad, muscular shoulders that lead down to a tapered waist. With the smooth contours of his stomach and every dip and cranny of his six-pack. The fabric beneath my hands isn’t the familiar cotton shirt Rion prefers to wear. It’s scratchy, almost papery, in texture.

I didn’t even realize how worried I was about him until now, when he’s standing in front of me, safe and unharmed. My heart thrashes once before singing a jovial song complete with confetti cannons and handfuls of glitter.

My mate.

My love.

He’s okay.

“You’re not wearing your uniform.” Rion sounds almost petulant, like a child who wasn’t allowed a cookie after dinner. “Didn’t Damien give you the sexy nurse costume I requested?”

“Sexy…nurse?” I cock my head to the side curiously as his hands land on my hips, pulling me flush against his already erect cock. Even though I’ve just made love to Cain less than an hour ago, my pussy is slick with moisture, ready for more. Ready for him. Ready for everything he can ever give me and then some.

But then I think about where he was, in the medical wing of the prison, and a sliver of self-consciousness and irrational jealousy slams into me like a thousand-ton wrecking ball.

Does he want me to wear a sexy nurse costume…because he spent the jarring two weeks apart with a bunch of sexy nurses?

“What’s with the frown, Buttercup?” Rion demands abruptly. I feel two of his fingers push against the outer edges of my lips, attempting to maneuver them upwards. “Who do I need to murder? Or maim? Or mutilate? I call them the three M’s of torture. It’s actually a song my mother taught me. Maim, then mutilate, mutilate then murder. Murder. Maim. Muti-late—” I place a hand over his mouth mid-verse, and behind me, Abel releases a bark of sharp laughter.

“It’s just…” I struggle to articulate my thoughts, not wanting to come across as na?ve or petty or jealous. Even though I am na?ve and petty and jealous.

“It’s just?” He waits for me to continue, and I don’t need vision to know his striking eyes are fixed firmly on my face. Watching. Waiting. I once found it unnerving to be the sole focus of all of these alpha men, but I don’t know if I feel that way any longer. I love the way their eyes caress me, even when I’m not speaking. The way that I can sense them across the room, like their very souls cry for my own.

Instead of answering Rion’s innocent inquiry, I duck my head, suddenly embarrassed.

A slender finger rests under my chin, attempting to tilt my face up, but I stubbornly swat his hand away.

“Someone’s feisty today,” Rion muses, sounding pleased as can be by the fact.

“Someone’s jealous,” Abel singsongs, and I whip my head up from its subservient position and level a penetrating glare on the traitorous demon. I have no idea if he’s affected by my ire, but I can definitely hear the telltale sign of his amusement when he speaks next. “Nina thinks that you’ve been fantasizing about nurses while you were in the medical wing.”

Rion’s silent for exactly ten seconds before he demands, “Is that true?”

“It’s just?—”

Abel interrupts me. “I think you better introduce our girl here to the world of porn and kink.”

“I know about kink,” I interject with a scowl. “Didn’t you guys just get into an argument with me a few weeks ago about bondage and spankings?”

I can practically feel the temperature in the room drop a couple degrees as their moods sour.

“You can’t tell any guy other than the six of us that you want to tie him up and spank him,” Abel states gravely. The distinct smell of sulfur permeates the air as his demon makes an appearance. I know that when he gets like this, his spindly, bat-like wings protrude from his back and dark horns erupt from his blond hair. Usually, his eyes turn crimson and rivulets of lava crack open his skin like an egg that has been dropped one too many times.

Like with Rion’s growl, the possessiveness in Abel’s voice sends heat shooting through my bloodstream like fallen stars. I want nothing more than to have him pin me to the dirty stone floor and use his claws to rid me of my simple white dress. And then, I want his cock to slide into my wet folds while Rion twists my head to the side so I can suck and lick his long, thick girth.

“Do you really think that I would ever in a million years fantasize about a girl who isn’t you?” Rion asks me at last, directing my attention to the conversation at hand. Is my face on fire? It definitely feels like it is. He sounds genuinely hurt.

Shoot. Think of something to say, Nina. Maybe I should call him Daddy and see if he reacts the way Abel did when I said it to him. Think of something sexy. Something…scandalous.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” I blurt, and flames immediately enter both of my cheeks at my impromptu confession. I feel like a freaking idiot—even more so when silence descends. Desperate to rectify the situation, I add, “I mean, I had some on in the morning. I don’t just walk around with my cooch out on display. Did you know that cooch is another word for vagina? I didn’t. Not until I heard Rebecca talking about fanning her cooch. I asked her what she needed to fan, and she said her plantation. I was confused. Aren’t plantations immense buildings in the South? But then Braelyn told me that she meant her…err…vagina. Well, her vagina region. Anyway, I had underwear on. Until Cain took it off and kept it.”

Oh. My. God.

Did I just turn into Rion?

Did my crazy mate’s crazy ramblings finally rub off on crazy me?

“Did she just…?” comes Abel’s voice. Breathless. Husky. Laced with unrestrained desire.

“She just fucking rambled,” Rion says on a sigh, sounding like a proud dad. “Like me.”

“Oh my fuck. Are there two of you?” Abel’s voice hitches with his terror.

Before I can respond, Rion grabs my hand and begins to drag me away, my short strides barely able to keep pace with his long ones. “We are definitely going to go back to my cell and have a long conversation about porn and acting out some of the popular kinks. Then, we’re going to fuck on my bed. Or on the ground. Or against the wall. Or on the moon. Well, once I get you the moon, I mean. Do you want it? I’m pretty sure I can ask Damien to steal it for you. He’s my precious mage bitch, after all. Ohhhh. That’s sparkly!” Before I can enter his mind to see what has enraptured his attention, he continues, “Just kidding. It’s dried blood. And I also wanted to ask you…why the fuck did Cain allow you to walk around without any underwear on? Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t think I’ll ever want you to wear underwear. Unless you’re with other guys. Or girls. Or anyone who isn’t me.”

We reach his cell in record time, but before I can make myself aware of his surroundings, he pushes me back onto the bed. I place my palms on either side of myself as he hovers over me, his breath warm against my face.

“Do you remember the first thing I said we’re going to talk about?”

“Um…sex?” Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes. I’m pretty sure my pussy might die if she doesn’t have a cock in it soon. At least his cock. I missed him fiercely while he was away, and being with him once more, feeling his arms around me… It’s like my soul is complete. Like it’s been lying in fractures and is only now in one piece. Whole. He makes me feel whole.

“Nope.” He pops the P as he continues to tower over me, his strong arms emitting an almost palpable heat. Licks of flame dance on my sensitive skin, and my lips part instinctively. He brings his hand to my throat and slowly trails his fingers down to the strap of my white dress, fingering it as if it’s fine silk he yearns to purchase. “Porn and kink, remember?”

“Porn and kink,” I repeat, though my voice isn’t as strong as his. It’s breathy and subdued. I’m barely able to think past the lust percolating in my stomach, twisting tighter and tighter with each passing second. I’m nearly mindless by it.

“Porn and kink.” His body releases a low, animalistic purr as he runs his nose down my neck, sliding it across my shoulder, and then repeating the pattern. Up and down. Down and up. Up and down… “Slide into my head, Buttercup. We’re going to watch a little video.”

I do as he says, my nipples pebbling beneath the thin dress, and see that Rion has moved the ancient television closer to the bed. He sifts through the DVDs before pulling out one that says Naughty Nurse on the front.

“Now, I haven’t watched this since I met you,” Rion begins as he slides the DVD into the player. “So it doesn’t even compare to my fantasy.”

His fantasy?

My mind swarms with confusion as, on the screen, a striking man with sandy-blond hair perches himself on a cot. I recognize the room as one that would belong in a hospital.

“Are we watching a movie?” I wish we had popcorn. Abel got me addicted to that snack, and I haven’t been the same since.

“Shhh.” Rion’s eyes can’t help but flicker in my direction, his gaze lingering on my chest a beat before traveling to my lips. With a muffled curse, as if remembering he’s supposed to be my eyes for the movie, he turns away again, focusing on the screen once more.

A busty bombshell of a nurse enters the room and closes a curtain behind her. She has the largest breasts I’ve ever seen, and her tiny nurse’s outfit only enhances that.

“I heard that you’ve been injured,” the nurse says in a low, sultry voice.

She’s a horrible actress. You would think that a movie would hire someone who actually had a lick of skill, but what do I know?

“What’s the plot of this movie?” I whisper to Rion, and his eyes leave the screen once more to focus on me.

“There is no plot, Buttercup. Well…maybe you can consider it a deep and meaningful masterpiece about people in power taking advantage of people beneath them. Very, very deep. It probably deserves a thousand Oscars.”

“Oh. Interesting!” I nod my head in understanding, but when he doesn’t immediately turn back to the movie, where the breathy nurse is asking the patient to undress—even though his injury is on his leg. Why would he have to completely undress? Couldn’t he simply pull up his pants leg?—I grab his chin and force it in the direction of the screen. Rion’s hand immediately clamps down on my thigh.

On the screen, the male is now completely naked. My eyes travel across the broad planes of his chest, to the splatter of hair traveling down his chest, and then to his large, erect cock with the mushroom tip. I can’t help but think that my guys are better looking. Sexier. And their cocks are way bigger.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have fucking watched this,” Rion growls, his hand tightening on my thigh possessively. I shush him.

“Shhh. I want to know what happens. Does the patient live?”

“Does the patient…?” Rion trails off, and his vision distorts as he shakes his head slowly from side to side.

The sexy nurse lowers herself to her knees and begins to palm the man’s dick.

“Let me take care of you,” she coos before her tongue snakes out to lick the tip of his cock. The man squeezes his eyelids shut, falling back onto the cot with a breathy, pained moan.

“Is that what happens in hospitals?” I ask, aghast. Did some sexy nurse lick Rion’s cock during his treatment? The thought poisons my stomach and makes me sick. Physically ill, as if any second, I’ll expel the contents of my stomach.

“No!” Rion rushes to reassure me. “It’s fiction. It’s a… Fuck, Buttercup! This is a porno.”

“You said that before,” I point out. The patient grabs the nurse’s upper arms and yanks her to her feet, kissing her swollen lips intensely. In a decidedly caveman move, he rips open the front of the nurse’s dress, buttons flying through the air, and bares her heavy breasts to the camera. She really does have a good…rack? Rake? What’s the word?

She has good boobs.

Easily a handful each, with pink nipples that the patient doesn’t hesitate to suck in his mouth. I watch as he slurps on each of her nipples like a man starved…

Then Rion turns his attention away from the television and focuses back on me.

“Rion! I was watching that,” I protest. For some reason, the sight of the two of them together has made me…hot. Did someone turn up the temperature in the prison? My breasts are unbearably heavy, my nipples sharp, and my pussy is already wet.

“And I didn’t realize how jealous I would be knowing you’re staring at another man’s dick,” he growls.

“Actually, I was staring at her boobs,” I say without preamble. Out of the peripheral of Rion’s vision, I can see that the nurse is now on the cot with the man between her thighs, his long tongue stroking the inner walls of her pussy lips. She squeezes both of her large breasts together before plucking her nipples.

“Fucking hell, Buttercup,” Rion curses. “You can’t say shit like that to me.”

“Why not?” I tilt my head to the side curiously. Rion shifts on the bed slightly, so he’s not able to see the movie at all. Which means I’m not able to see the movie at all. Through his eyes, I watch as he slides the straps of my dress down the rest of the way, freeing my breasts. Instinctively, I bring my hands up and begin to rub my fingers around my nipples, causing the buds to become even sharper.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Rion curses.

And then…I get it.

What he meant when he was talking about kink and porn and his dirty fantasy. I know he’s still wearing that hideous hospital gown, which means all he needs is a naughty nurse…

I’ve never…err…acted before, so I have no idea what I’m doing. But if it makes Rion happy, I’m willing to do just about anything.

“I heard you’ve been injured,” I begin softly, attempting to replicate the sultry tones of the woman in the movie. I can hear her breathy pants and the guy’s harsh moans. Are they fighting? No, they definitely didn’t look like they were about to be fighting. Which means that they’re…having sex. On television.

The thought makes me impossibly wetter, especially when the woman cries out in bliss.

“Huh?” Rion, for once, sounds speechless.

“Injured,” I repeat, standing gracefully from the bed and placing my hand on his shoulder. “Lie down. Let me get a good look at you.”

He does as I say, his pulse skittering beneath my palm, and from his new angle, my breasts dangle enticingly over his face.

“What hurts?” I question, trailing my hands down his delectable, tattooed body. I wish with a fierce intensity that I could see every inch of him, but I have to settle for this. Seeing through his eyes. Experiencing what he feels.

I sink a little deeper into his mind, allowing his thoughts to sweep over me like a heavy gust of wind. It’s much easier to sense his than it was the first time I attempted it. Rion’s essence—the sheer brilliance of his soul—intertwines with mine like slithering snakes. His thoughts pinball around in my head.

Are we actually doing this? Are we actually playing dirty nurse? Fuck, what do I do? I didn’t think she would actually do it! I’ve never roleplayed before. Think, Rion, think. Say something charming. Or witty. Or amazing. You’re a bad bitch shifter. You personify sex.

What Rion says is… “I have a booboo on my cock-adoodledoo.”

Fucking dammit, Ri. What is wrong with you? Well, besides the fact that you’ve been dropped on your head twenty-seven times from the age of zero to two. They called it ‘Crack the Egg,’ but instead of using real eggs, they used babies’ heads and?—

Holy, fuck.

Rion’s thoughts taper off when I pull up his hospital gown and wrap my lips around his length. I know I’m supposed to be in character or whatever, but all I want is to pleasure my mate. To watch him fall apart beneath me and lose himself to the sensations I evoke. I want him to see stars as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and lick the tip, loving the taste of his pre-cum. Working my mouth and hand in tandem, I take him as deep as I can, making sure to hollow my cheeks, and bob my head up and down his shaft. When I pull away, it’s only to lick his cock like a lollipop, paying particular attention to a vein that runs down the side.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

There’s something immensely erotic about seeing the scene through Rion’s eyes. Seeing his cock in my grasp as I lean over him, my bare chest brushing against the tops of his thighs.

Before Rion can come, I gently slide off of him, pull my dress the rest of the way off, and then move to straddle his toned waist. He grips his cock and rubs it through my juices, lubricating himself even further, before he grabs my hips and pulls me down onto him.

Both of us groan at the connection. I feel too full, almost to the point of bursting, as his cock caresses my inner walls, the piercing at the very tip of his dick rubbing against me in a way that has me seeing stars.

I place my hands on his chest, only then realizing that he still has the hideous hospital gown on, and begin to bounce on top of him.

“Yes, Buttercup. Use me. Take me. I’m yours.” Rion’s hands travel from my waist to my stomach, before cupping both of my breasts. His fingers twist my nipples in unison as I continue to ride his dick desperately, throwing my head back so my black hair doesn’t obstruct his vision. My vision.

“I want to try something,” I murmur desperately, and when his vision dips with his nod, I don’t hesitate to climb off of his cock. I don’t feel embarrassed as I twist my body so my face is near his cock and his own is level with my pussy. From his eyes, I can see that my pink lips are glistening, desperate for his tongue.

“Fucking hell.” Rion runs his pierced tongue up my slit as one of his fingers probes my tight entrance. “Buttercup…are you in my head right now?” He sounds so turned on by the prospect, so aroused, that more liquid seeps from my pussy.

“Yes,” I moan as my searching fingers wrap around Rion’s cock and I guide him towards my mouth. “I want you to eat my pussy, Rion. Please. I need you.”

My pleading words, combined with the knowledge that I’m staring at my own dripping cunt right now, is enough to have Rion’s dick twitching in my hands. He begins to feast on me like a man possessed, his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy as his lips latch on to my clit.

I move my own mouth over his hard length, fondling his balls the way I know he likes. With a wicked smirk around his cock, I trail my finger down his thigh and then to his back hole, sliding one of my lubed up fingers through it.

Rion jumps in surprise as my finger begins to move in and out of his ass while my mouth swallows his cock, but he doesn’t relent his ruthless pursuit on my clit.

His cock jumps in my mouth, and he releases a curse, the noise muffled from where his head is between my thighs. “I’m gonna?—”

“Come for me,” I murmur around his dick. I don’t know if he can even hear my words or just feel the vibrations, but either way, his cock twitches once, twice, three times, before he shoots ropes of salty cum down my mouth. I try to swallow all that I can, but the weird position I’m in, combined with the pleasure of Rion’s mouth and fingers, has more than a few swallows dripping down my cheeks.

Rion bites down on my clit, and I swear my soul leaves my body. Sparks of light fly across my vision as my entire body shakes and shakes and shakes. A scream escapes my lips before I can contain it, and I bite down on Rion’s sweaty thigh to muffle the sound.

I collapse on top of him, sweat and cum sticking us together, but I’m too weak to even care, content to remain like this for the rest of my life, with my head on Rion’s thigh and his dick inches from my face.

“Come here, Buttercup,” Rion instructs, his voice just as breathless as I feel.

I slip out of his head and blindly twist towards him, crawling up his muscular body until my head is snuggled beneath his chin. He must’ve turned the movie off. I no longer hear the contented grunts and moans of the actor and actress.

“Are you tired?” He rubs a hand down my sweat-soaked spine.

I nuzzle against his chest as my eyelids flutter. “Yeah,” I confess. My body feels as if it weighs a million pounds. I don’t know if I’m even capable of lifting my head.

“All right.” He kisses my temple. “Sleep, my love.”

As darkness encroaches on the edges of my vision, I can’t help but whisper, “And Rion?”

“Yes, Buttercup?”

“I really want to see how the movie ends.”

I don’t get to hear his reply before sleep claims me.