Chapter 10

Abby

" A re you sure he's ready to be let out?" Frankie asks me as we head down to the prison to see Zed.

"Yes," I tell her, and I honestly believe it. "It's been two weeks and in that time, he's improved a lot. He's able to hold a conversation... kinda. He hasn't done or said anything threatening or made me think he has any ill intentions. No, he's not himself, but I don't think he will be a threat to anyone either."

"How do you know? He's only been around you. Sure, he doesn't wanna hurt you, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't hurt others."

"He's been around you too," I point out. "He didn't hurt you. And you said he didn't come off as evil or dangerous."

"No." She gives me a look. "But the asshole is one possessive motherfucker."

That makes me smile. I can't help it. I love the fact that he's so obsessed with me. The way he looks at me like he's thinking of devouring me. Well, more like my pussy.

"That's not so bad."

"Yes, it is, Abby. When you have five other mates it is. He doesn't like the idea of anyone else touching you. Before you let him out, you have to tell him about the guys. He knows about me. I made sure of that. But even then, if you were there, he would have pissed all over you to mark his territory."

"He was really that bad?" I ask her, chewing on my lower lip.

"Oh yeah." She laughs. "Zeddy has it bad for you, baby."

"Fine," I sigh. "I'll tell him about the guys."

"Here." She hands me the pile of clothes as we get to the hallway where his cell is. "I don't want to see that man naked again. Make sure he puts these on if you're letting him out today."

"Okay." I laugh, taking them from her.

As I walk down toward his cell, the noises of the other inmates start to drift away. After a few days, their screams just became background noise, something I grew used to.

My smile is wide when I see Zed. "Hey, you."

He's off the bed and over to me in a flash. "Abby." The way he says my name is like a hungry purr. I can't help the burst of arousal that floods me. That and the way he's looking at me, like I'm the most precious thing in the world, makes it hard not to react.

"I brought you these." I reach through the bars to hand him the pile of clothes.

"What's this?"

"Really?" I laugh. "Don't tell me you don't know what clothes are."

He narrows his eyes. "I know what clothes are," he grunts. "But why are you asking me to wear them? I thought you liked me naked. The smell of your ripe pussy tells me you do."

My cheeks heat, and I gape at him. "You did not just say that."

He grows harder. "Did I say something wrong?"

This version of Zed has taken some getting used to. The way he talks now is a big change. Before his crassness was laced with humor or teasing. But this man is dead serious.

"No. As much as I do enjoy you naked..." I swallow hard, my eyes trailing down his sinfully naked body. "You can't walk around naked all the time."

"Why not?"

I sigh. "Because we all wear clothes. I don't walk around naked for everyone to see my body."

His eyes darken, a low rumbling growl rattles in his chest. "No one is allowed to see your body. Only me."

"About that..." Here goes nothing. "You know that Frankie is my mate."

He grunts. "Yes."

"Then you know I'm not only yours." He growls again. "She's not my only mate."

"I am your mate," he states matter of factly.

"You are." I smile up at him. "But... I also have four other mates."

"No," he grinds out through gritted teeth.

I narrow my eyes. "Yes, Zed. I have four other mates. Male mates. If I'm to let you out, you need to accept the fact that I'm not just yours."

"You. Are. Mine!" his voice is loud and dangerous, making my skin prickle.

"But I am also theirs."

"No."

This isn't working. We've been doing so good. I came down here, talked with him for hours. He mostly just sat and listened, but still. He hasn't shown me any behavior to worry about. He's not aggressive, not dangerous in my eyes. But his possessiveness over me might be a problem. A big one if he feels the need to get defensive any time one of my mates comes near me.

"Their names are Luke, Noah, Leo, and one is your brother, Isaac." I haven't mentioned him having a brother until now, not sure how he would react with me talking about other males.

He says nothing, continuing to stare at me, eyes narrowed as he breathes heavily, nostrils flaring.

"Zed, I wanna let you out." Frustration fills me. "I want to hold you, touch you, kiss you. I want to start moving on, to work on building a new life for us. You clearly can't remember your past and that's fine with me. I'm going to stick with you no matter what. We will build new memories. But I can't do any of that until you're out. And I can't let you out until you understand that I have other mates and you will have to share me."

My eyes are pleading with him to understand. I will not cry. I will not let my emotions get the better of me like they have been lately.

He says nothing again, staring at me for what feels like hours. "We will work on this another day." I can't help the disappointment that laces my words as I turn to leave.

"Wait."

I pause, turning to look back at him over my shoulder.

"You are mine," he says, and my shoulders droop as I look away. "You are theirs." My eyes flick back over to him. "I will... share." He says the word like it's poison. "As long as you're still mine."

A smile slips onto my face, and I go back over to him. "Really?"

He grunts, nodding his head. "And you know you can't hurt anyone if I let you out. My father will put you right back here; he might not even let you out again."

"I will not hurt anyone." He nods. "Unless they hurt you." Okay, swoon. Can't fault him for that.

"Deal."

Taking a step back, I shake out my limbs. I haven't used any of my powers since pulling Zed from the pool. I know I still have them, I can feel it humming through my veins. I just haven't tested them out.

But in order to open this cell, I'll need to be in my full form.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath as I allow my powers to flow through me. My horns slowly sprout through the top of my head, my tail extending as well as my wings. Then, the fire. It starts in my toes and travels over my feet, up my legs, my torso, my arms, to the tips of my fingers. Everything but my face.

My blonde locks now have a tint of orange as it hovers around me. When I open my eyes, Zed is watching me in awe.

"So beautiful."

Something about him finding this side of me attractive makes my heart happy.

Stepping up to the bars of the cell door, I wrap my fingers around the poles and channel my powers. They fight against my father's, but it doesn't take long before I feel the ward on the cell drop.

My hands fall to my side as the metal door slowly creaks open. The fire coating my body recedes, and I'm about to step back to allow Zed out when he grabs my arm and yanks me into the cell.

I yelp in shock, eyes widening as my back meets the hard ground.

Zed's body is on mine, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. He presses his pelvis into mine, pinning my hips in place. I can feel his hard cock against my cloth-covered core.

My chest heaves as I stare up at him in shock. "What are you doing?" I demand.

He tilts his head to the side. "Mine," he growls, and my breath hitches as he rolls his hips, this thick length grinding against my clit. My belly blooms with warmth, nipples becoming sharp points behind my bra.

"We've been over this," I argue, trying to get out of his hold. He's not just bigger than before, but also stronger. "Now, let me go."

"No." He leans in close. "Not until I've had you. Not until you shatter in pleasure around me. Not until I've marked you and show your other mates who you belong to."

"I belong to all of you," I snarl back.

A slow grin takes over his handsome face. "We will see about that."

My eyes widen as claws grow out of the tips of Zed's fingers. I watch as he shreds my pants clean off my body. I could fight him, but I'd risk hurting him.

And let's be honest, I don't want to fight him. I've been dying to feel this man against me, inside me, for weeks.

As soon as my pants are free, Zed adjusts his hips and thrusts forward.

"Oh fuck!" My screams echo through the cell, my eyes slamming shut, back arching off the cold stone floor as Zed's massive cock shoves its way inside me.

He lets out a feral growl as he starts to rut into me. His thrusts are punishing, each one pushing my ass into the hard ground.

"Mine," he snarls. "Fucking mine."

I cry out as he bites down on my neck, eyes rolling back. But it's not the pain that meets me, it's blinding pleasure. I cum so hard, I almost pass out. My arousal drips down my ass cheeks.

"Abby!" Frankie's frantic voice sounds from behind me. "Get off her!"

Zed snaps his head to the side and snarls before turning back to me to bite down again on my other side.

This is fucked up, it should hurt. But it doesn't. It feels good, so fucking good.

"It's okay," I gasp out just as Zed rips my top off, exposing my breasts.

"It's not okay, Abby, he's hurting you."

"No," I moan as he latches his mouth around my nipple. "It feels good. So fucking good." I can already feel his bite marks healing.

He sucks hard before biting down on my tit. One hand fists my hair as the other wraps around my thigh, changing the angle so he can hit me deeper.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh fuck!" I sob out, cumming again as his cock rubs against my sweet spot.

My clit hasn't even been touched and I've already orgasmed twice. The touch of him, the hum of our powers mingling together as our bond is finally whole again, is enough blinding pleasure to make me climax over and over again.

"This is so fucked up," Frankie hisses.

I'm too far gone, my own obsession and love for this man taking over. It's not enough, I need more.

My nails claw their way down his back, my feet digging into his ass cheeks, forcing him closer to me as I lean up and mark him myself.

He moans against my breasts, breaking free to kiss me. It's downright savage. Teeth and tongues clash together in a fight for dominance. It's messy, but gods, if it isn't perfect.

My body is humming with need and pleasure. The sounds this man is making are all beast-like. With each snarl, growl, and grunt that leaves him, he continues to bite and mark up my body.

He doesn't see it coming when I use all my strength to flip him onto his back. He nashes his bloody teeth at me, but I just laugh, my eyes glowing red.

My tail flicks out, wrapping around his hands and pinning them above his head. He tries to buck me off, but I use my magic to pin him in place.

I'm not the Abby that's been coming to see him for days, I'm the demon princess that pulled him from that pool.

"You wanna act like a fucking caveman?" I pant out, rolling my hips as I dig my nails into his chest. "Want to mark me, to fuck me, to show me just who I belong to?"

He just growls in response, chest heaving. I can feel his heart beating under my palm and that alone is enough to make me cum again. To know he's alive, he's real. And he's right below me. My mate, my love, my everything.

"Well, I think it's about time you understand who you fucking belong to," I growl, working my hips harder, faster.

I use all my powers to help me dominate this beast of a man. He stops resisting, his lips parting from the pleasure, groaning long and loud. I can tell, he's close.

"Don't you fucking cum." It's an order. "Not until I do."

He growls again, showing me his teeth, but I just laugh, tossing my head back to focus on the pleasure. I need this, I fucking need this so damn bad.

As the coil in my core turns tighter and tighter, I know I'm about to cum again.

My eyes open, and I find him watching me. "How fucking dare you die on me?" I shout."I will not hurt anyone." He nods. "Unless they hurt you." Okay, swoon. Can't fault him for that.

"Fuck!" I sob out as a powerful orgasm rips through me, my body falls on top of him, shaking out my release as my pussy grips his cock like a vice.

Zed wraps his arms around me, holding me close to his chest as he flips me over again. He fucks me hardand fast, never letting me go. It's only a few moments before his body tenses, and he lets out a roar that rattles the cave.

His thrusts turn short and choppy as his cock throbs inside me. Rope after rope of cum fills me until I can feel it dripping onto the floor.

It feels like it goes on forever, and I enjoy every pulse of cum that fills me.

My bones feel like jelly as I lay limp in his arms, chest heaving, head spinning and body humming with pleasure.

Zed is ripped off me, and I try to sit up as Frankie tosses him against the wall. He hits it hard with a grunt, falling to the ground. She's over to him in a flash, bending down to get in his face, fangs extended.

"Fucking pull that shit again, and I'll make it so you can't use that thing again, got it?"

Zed looks up at her, but he's not mad, and all the fire in his eyes is gone. "Got it."

"Good." She stands up and looks over to me. "Fucking hell, Princess." She looks me over. "Are you okay?"

I'm delirious now as I start to giggle. "I'm good. So damn good." I sigh, laying back down on the ground to catch my breath.

"You gonna heal those bite marks?" Frankie asks me. I roll my head to the side, meeting Zed's eyes. Is that panic I see? Like the idea of his marks leaving my body so soon upsets him.

"No," I sigh happily. "They can heal on their own. They don't hurt."

Zed relaxes, his lip twitching in a smile. Moments like this show me there are pieces of the old Zed still in there.

"Not going to lie, I was both terrified and turned on." Frankie chuckles. "Thought I was going to have to rip his throat out, until I realized your screams were from pleasure."

My cheeks heat as my hands cover my face.

"And you!" Frankie turns to face Zed. "I've seen enough of your dick to last me a lifetime. For the love of all that is holy, put the fucking clothes on."

I burst out laughing, pure joy filling me. For the first time in weeks, I feel like everything is going to be okay.