Fear Episode Two Page 6

  I could hear bones breaking as Dalani pushed deeper and at a snail’s pace, dragging out the pain. Another two minutes passed before she yanked Zahor’s heart free of her chest cavity, ending the queen’s life.

  Dakkar nodded approvingly. “Well done. That was entertaining and a deserving punishment. Bon appetite.” He gestured for her to eat up.

  “With this passing of power from Zahor to me, I pledge to uphold my obligation to my demon army and my alliance to King Adriel. Lord D’lore shall bear witness to my ascension, do you accept me as your new queen?” she asked D’lore.

  He took a deep breath and I wondered what he was going to say. “Yes,” he finally stated after a few moments of silence. I guessed he was still trying to figure out what the hell went wrong and if he’d be making a mistake by agreeing. But with Lord Dakkar standing there, glaring at him, he didn’t want to take any chances. Wise.

  With hearing that, Dalani began to eat the bloody heart she held in her hand. I didn’t turn away, but it was still gross to watch. Of course, my squeamish days were over, becoming a demon saw to that.

  “All hail the new queen,” Dakkar said. He held his hand out towards Dalani, wiggling his fingers. “The bracelet, my dear. Surely, you didn’t think I’d leave such a trinket in your hands. But I have to commend you for attempt to steal it.”

  She smiled coyly. “Can’t blame a girl for trying,” she said, then produced the bracelet Dakkar had trapped Zahor with from what may have been the crack of her ass, for all I knew. She handed it over.

  Dakkar took it without saying another word, then he walked over to me, taking me into his arms. In no time at all, we were back in our hotel room and this time, I was sure it was spy-free. He released me. “We should both change clothes.”

  Yeah, the cum caking my pants wasn’t comfortable at all. “May I ask what you saw in the blood? And how was Dalani able to remove the bracelet if Zahor couldn’t?”

  Dakkar was unbuttoning his vest and I had to keep my hormones in check. A man putting on or taking off a suit was as sexy to me as when he fucked me in it.

  “She had been meeting with one of Katashniel’s knights, making sure to provide him with some of the ingredients they needed to keep the spell intact that is keeping Katashniel hidden from us,” Dakkar said. “As for the bracelet…” he paused as he pulled the thing from his pocket and looked at it as he turned it over in his fingers. He smiled. “The person it’s placed on is rendered powerless as you’ve witnessed. However, once she was dead, the spell is nulled and the trinket is able to be removed. Otherwise, only I would have been able to remove it, or another powerful demon with the right anti-spell.”

  Ah, that was why Isabella was able to remove that similar weapon from Raphael way back when, even though she wasn’t the one to put it on him. Or maybe it was because she had killed the demon who used it in the first place? I decided to ask. “If someone had been able to kill you, then could it had been removed?”

  Dakkar put the bracelet on the dresser and gave me a sideway glance. “I hope you aren’t getting any ideas.”

  “Fuck no. I’m loyal to King Adriel and I would never try to do anything to you. I… I’m just asking because Raphael was in a similar situation a long time ago.”

  Dakkar nodded and smiled. “I see.” He then squinted as his head tilted. “I believe I remember hearing something about that a few centuries ago. Nasini had not been pleased that one of her Agotos had been foolish enough to have been defeated. It’s rare that an Agoto is ever at the mercy of other demons, you see. But Raphael was young and stubborn, not to mention arrogant from what I was told. He felt himself invulnerable and thus had made himself vulnerable. Good to know that he’s come so far. His reputation proceeds him.”

  I was speechless for a little while, because I thought it was so awesome hearing what other demons more powerful than Raphael thought about him. He took his punches for sure, during his youth, but look at him now. Also, learning this about my lover made me even more grateful that he didn’t go soft on Andre and me. He didn’t want us making the same mistakes he did and because he was so serious about his leadership role, I hadn’t fucked up that bad in my early months. Of course, I was still learning, but with him at my side, I did feel like I was going to be okay. I knew Andre must feel the same. Because of our support, he didn’t have to worry about harming innocents if he didn’t have to, especially his sister. Not like he had with his assistant.

  “To answer your question, yes. If I had been killed, the spell on the bracelet, which is linked to me, would have been rendered useless. No one else can trap another demon with this bracelet but me,” Dakkar said. “It would have been useless to Dalani had I allowed her to keep it, but we will no doubt need this weapon again.”

  “I understand,” I said.

  “Does that answer satisfy you?” Dakkar asked.

  I nodded, then decided to go back to something he had said earlier that I needed more information about. “What were the ingredients that the queen was providing?”

  “Blood and flesh of a royal. Which explains why they are able to work such a spell with only one lord when it takes three for Adriel. I’m sure there is more to it than that, but having discovered that tidbit, things that didn’t make sense to me before have been clarified.” Dakkar removed his shirt and vest at the same time, revealing those strong muscles I had enjoyed running my hands over last night. “I need to contact Oria to see if she has discovered anything.”

  “Allow me,” I said and pulled out my cell phone.

  “You also need to change,” Dakkar reminded me.

  “I will. I’ll be all dressed and still waiting on you,” I joked.

  Dakkar arched an eyebrow and just when I began to worry that I was getting too familiar, he smirked. Damn, he was fucking sex on two legs. “Fine.”

  I smiled and dialed Raphael’s number. He answered on the fifth ring, which was odd for him. Either he was busy or just waking up out of a deep ass sleep.

  “Did you get my text?” he greeted in a groggy voice.

  “Umm, no, one minute.” I flipped through the functions of my phone to my messages and saw that I had one from Raphael early this morning. I read it. “You don’t want me to go to the Oasis pool?”

  “You don’t need to. We may have what we need, so please don’t,” Raphael said.

  There was a certain urgency in his voice that let me know he was quite serious about it, so I didn’t bother to argue. Besides, I kind of agreed with him since discovering the information Dakkar and I had bled out of that queen.

  “Okay, baby, I hear you loud and clear. So, what’s your update? Lord Dakkar wants to know if you’ve made any progress.”

  “Ugh,” he sighed heavily. “Lord Oria and I went into the sewers.”

  “You went into the sewers?” I asked, shocked by that revelation.

  “Yes, Brian, and we discovered a demonic talisman used as a link. Lord Oria thinks that what all the lords thought was a triangle is really a larger seal and the talismans are used in places of lords to help keep Katashniel protected. We’re going to have to use Lord Rohan’s demon dog ability to track down the owner of the talisman. Hopefully, that will lead to one of the shamans working the spell,” Raphael said, dumping a whole lot of information on us. “And you? Do you have anything?”

  “Well, I do, but I’m not sure if it’s as juicy as yours,” I said, then proceeded to tell him what we knew. “We’re heading out soon to find that knight and bring him deadly tidings.”

  “Lord Oria thinks this is the break we’ve been searching for. It may all be over in a matter of hours,” Raphael said.

  “Well, shit, I hope so. I miss you already.”

  “And I you. Be safe, Brian. I love you,” Raphael said.

  Only my mates could make me feel all warm and gooey inside. “I will and you do the same. I love you, too. And when we’re together again, you have to tell me about this journey you took into the sewer.”

  “I wish I could
forget, but it looks like I’ll have to go back down there today,” he said.

  I laughed. “Don’t worry, you can burn those clothes.”

  “Next time, I’ll be prepared,” he said, then hung up.

  I chuckled, then looked up at Dakkar, who was fully dressed. “Made a liar out of me, I see.”

  “I like to rise to the challenge. It is now me who is waiting on you,” he said, then winked.

  “Well, I won’t take long. Raphael said—”

  “I heard every word. Now, get dressed.”

  “Okay,” I said, leaving it at that. I snatched up some jeans, a t-shirt, and a new pair of underwear from my suitcase and made my way into the bathroom to freshen up. I came out fully dressed and checked the watch on my cell. “Less than three minutes.”

  “We could have been gone in all that time. Hell, we could have had the demon knight Zekiel by now. Come,” Dakkar pointed out. This time, there wasn’t any humor in his tone, so I didn’t say anything smart assed like I was prone to do.

  “Where do we start looking for him?” I asked.

  “I already know where to find him,” Dakkar said. “He works at a bank as one of the managers.”

  “We’re going to have to sneak up on him, right?”

  Dakkar smiled. “Not really. You see, I acquired a few weapons from Vahiel.” He pulled a stone from his pocket, holding it up for me to see. “As long as this is on my person, any demon within twenty yards will not be able to teleport. So, if we happen to surprise this demon, he cannot flee like the rat he is.”

  “And if he’s not there?”

  “Then we will go to his home. And if he’s not there, then I will go back to his office. I would hope he is there, as I did call to confirm that he came in to work today while you were getting dressed.”

  “Did you have that trinket all this time?” I asked, pointing at the rock.

  He shook his head. “While you were in the bathroom, I retrieved it from Vahiel. I’d only returned a few seconds before you were finished.”

  “How did you teleport with it if it stops demons from teleporting?” I asked.

  “It isn’t activated yet. With a drop of my blood, it will be,’ Dakkar said.

  Well, that was one nifty device. “Vahiel is pretty amazing, isn’t he?”

  Dakkar nodded. “One of a kind, literally and figuratively… which may pose a problem. In all honesty, I feel the king will demand that he procreate soon. He’s far too powerful to our king for there to only be one of his kind when there could be two or three.”

  “Why hasn’t he procreated already like other lords?”

  Dakkar laughed. “Because he is vain.”

  “He just likes that he’s the only one of his kind?”

  Dakkar shook his head. “Not exactly. He’s not against procreating. It’s how he must do it that repulses him so. There is one type of demon he would have to mate with. A foul one belched up from the pits of hell. He would have to fuck this demon, plant his seed, maybe more than once, in order to produce a child. If he is successful, the baby will incubate inside of the demon, then the demon will die in order to give life to Vahiel’s offspring.”

  “I don’t even want to know what this demon looks like that he’d have to fuck,” I said. I’d seen enough demonic gross shit to get the picture.

  Dakkar nodded. “Exactly. That is why Vahiel has remained childless, because he’s been given the choice. But, I do believe our king may change his mind, and in that case, Vahiel has my sympathies.”

  “Shit, mine too,” I remarked. “Okay, let’s go take care of this demon traitor.”

  “Let’s,” Dakkar said, wrapping his arm around me. We teleported to an office that just happened to be empty. Dakkar released me, then walked around. “He was just here… I can sense the residual of his aura. Let us mask out auras and hide in the shadows.”

  “I don’t know how to do that shadow stuff,” I said.

  “I know. You will need to come to me so I may wrap you in them.”

  I suppressed the power of my aura, so the demon wouldn’t be able to sense me when he entered. Then I walked over to Dakkar and stood beside him while he darkened the area we were in, which was a shady corner of the room the sun didn’t reflect on that well. I must say, it was a pretty cool trick, one I wished I had. Well, I supposed I got enough goodies in my arsenal, couldn’t have them all. This wasn’t Pokémon. I just hoped this asshole demon didn’t take too long returning, because the sooner we could kill Katashniel, the better.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Andre

  I laid there silently listening to the conversation Raphael had with Brian and it seemed like they were making progress. I hoped that my little plan would produce fruits of my labor, as well. Only time would tell. Once he was off, I decided to close my eyes to see if I could squeeze in a little more sleep. I wasn’t quite ready to give up the comforts of this magnificent bed just yet. I remembered how pissed off I was when I realized that Raphael had moved me into his home without my permission. Putting my shit in storage because it clashed with his taste in furnishings.

  I wanted to kick his ass so bad, but I knew how that would have ended up and I’d been knocked on my ass by him enough to last a lifetime. My ego could take only so much bruising. Anyway, he relented easily enough and the three of us went shopping and managed to agree on a new décor we could all be happy with, save one or two pieces of furniture that were at odds with one or two of us. But compromise was a big part of relationships, so that was what we did. Besides, I had a room all to myself where Brian and I could play whenever we wanted. Raphael’s gift to me, one I had eventually showed gratitude for.

  I sighed heavily as I felt myself getting a little sleepier. I was just about to clear my mind of all thoughts until I felt Raphael scoot closer and press his erect cock to the crack of my ass. He slid his thick, hard flesh up and down my crack, teasing me with it the only way he could. Fuck! My dick responded like a horny teenager all on its own. Completely out of my control, and I wasn’t used to that. As a Dom, when I was with Brian, I could control my dick, my libido. I had to, so I could control my sub. But with Raphael, I had no control.

  “I know you’re awake, Andre,” Raphael growled into my ear, and the vibration of his voice sent erotic chills down my spine, making me quake with desire.

  “I was trying to sleep.”

  He laughed. “Sleep later.”

  With that, he sat up and rolled me over onto my back so I was looking up at him. My mouth was slightly opened, because I was always astonished by his sheer strength. It was so effortless on his part to manhandle me. More importantly, I liked it. Damn it, what the hell was going on with me? Why was I being so open with my thoughts? Was it because I took a dip in that pool? Or was it because I was tired of lying to myself? Not sure, maybe both played a part. I did know that talking with that muse had made me see things in another light, so maybe it was that.

  Whatever the case, my cock was rock hard and drooling a long line of precum onto my stomach as I waited for Raphael to fuck me. He positioned himself between my legs and leaned down, kissing me. I loved the way his tongue took charge of mine, claiming my mouth as his, the way I did to Brian. But not with the same level of intensity, but still intense. He broke the kiss, then started licking, kissing, and sucking his way down my torso, paying special attention to my erect nipples as he always did. He knew how sensitive they were, so much so, sometimes I would clamp them when I was Domming Brian. My nipples and my cock were so connected, the clamps could make me cum if tugged on it the right way.

  Brian knew the right way, because I’d taught him. Raphael, he didn’t play with such toys, but he didn’t need to. His lips were working the magic the clamps never could and I was withering on the bed under him like a weak virgin. He tugged on my left nipple, his eyes locked on my face the whole time. And I moaned in pure ecstasy to see my dark flesh trapped between his beautiful, even, white teeth. Jesus! How could he make me feel this… submissive so ea
sily?

  He released my nipple and grinned. “Like that?”

  I nodded. “Do it again,” I said.

  He slapped my ass cheek. “I’m giving the orders, you take them.”

  Holy. Shit! Did that just happen? Did he just push that button that made my cock jump in delight? What was he doing to me?

  He leaned over, reaching into the drawer, and pulled out the bottle of lube. My asshole twitched in excitement, knowing it was about to get his cock inside. Raphael paused before opening the lube and looked at me.

  “Whose cock is this?” he asked, then pinched the head of my dick between two fingers and wiggled my erection.

  My breath hitched and I released a shudder of pleasure before I could respond. “Yours, Raphael.” What the fuck! Why did I just say that? It was like I couldn’t hold back.

  He arched one of those perfect blond eyebrows, as if a little surprised himself at how fluidly the words flowed from my traitorous mouth. He then smiled and stuck a finger between those luscious lips of his. When he pulled it out, it was nice and slick with spit. I knew exactly what he was about to do with it, too, and again, my ass twitched in anticipation. He lowered his hand between my legs and I felt him wiggle his finger inside. I groaned a little, then gasped when he stroked my prostate. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Moan for me because you already know… whose asshole is this?”

  “Ahhhh… ahhh yeah, it’s yours, Raphael,” I moaned, my eyes rolling inside my head as his finger worked my hole just right. My hips rotated, fucking his finger as he was fucking me. “Ooooh shit!” was all I could say when he wrapped his other hand around my massive cock and began stroking me inside and out at the same time.