Isis' Betrayal (10 page)

Braeden had to park his Jeep down the street from Black Moon. He was immediately struck by the suffocating remnants of Cele’s magic when he climbed out and shut the door. He took off running down the sidewalk as a lump settled in his gut, telling him that something had happened at Isis’ shop. He sent a silent prayer up to the Goddess that his mate was safe from harm.

It almost stopped him in his tracks to think of what he would do if she was taken from him. She had come to mean as much to him as Donovan did, and he was truly between a rock and a hard place with how he was going to protect them both.

H
e had already betrayed Isis in an attempt to free his son and fervently hoped she would eventually forgive him. She was a stubborn, volatile female, and he doubted he’d ever earn her forgiveness, but he would never stop trying. He shook that off when the scent of blood reached him and he began to run faster.

As he approached the shop, he was shocked to see the complete destruction to their business. Numerous shifters and Dark Warriors roamed the room, helping to repair the damage. “Hey, buddy. You come to help clean up, too?” Rhys asked.

“
I came for my mate. I had no idea anything had happened. Is she okay? Where is she?” He glanced around as he entered the storefront, relieved to see that most of the blood came from Pema’s mate.

“
Isis or Suvi?” Rhys asked while he dumped garbage into a large can. He saw the Vampire King in the building and was impressed that his mate and her sisters had such powerful supernaturals in their corner.

“
Isis,” he responded as he continued his search for his mate.

“
I had no idea,” Rhys replied. “I guess that means she’s off limits now. She was one fine piece of ass—” Braeden’s eyes went black with his rage and he lunged for the Dark Warrior. Isis was his, and no other man would ever even think of her in a sexual manner. He quickly had him in a headlock, ready to rip off the male’s head.

“If you ever fucking think of her again, I’ll kill you, cambion.” His shoulder hit Rhys in the stomach, taking the warrior to the floor. He gave no quarter and began pummeling his face. He heard gasps and felt someone grabbing his shirt, trying to separate them. Nothing penetrated his haze until he heard his mate’s worried voice.

“Fucking Rhys, did you have to taunt him? You got what you deserved,” Isis told the warrior before she turned her penetrating gaze on Braeden, melting his heart.

The rage left him and he sat back, his chest heaving with his breaths. She was alive and healthy, and he couldn’t help but smile in his relief. Stormy, grey eyes locked him in their spell. “Thank the Goddess, you’re alive. Are you okay? And, what happened here?”

“I’m fine. What about you?” He closed his eyes as she ran her hands up and down his arms, checking for injury. From the moment their skin met, his cock hardened, and he had to fight his need for her. She enflamed him like no other.

“I’m not hurt. Tell me what happened. Goddess, when I saw the devastation, my heart stopped. After the week I’ve had, I thought it might be the end of me.” He grabbed her roughly into his embrace and held her tightly against him. It wasn’t enough, he wanted to pull her inside his body and keep her safe, but settled for claiming her lips, needing her taste in his mouth.

After several long and intense kisses, Isis broke away, cupping his stubbled cheek. “Our High Priestess came here accusing us of breaking into her house and harming her daughter, and as you can see, things got out of hand. Ronan was hurt the worst, but Jace healed him. The worst part is that our shop was destroyed, again. We can’t afford for this to keep happening.” He wondered what she meant by their shop had been destroyed again, but focused on the fact that it had been Cele who had done this. No doubt, the information he gave Cele had led her to their doorstep.

“Don’t worry about anything. I’ll have one of my brother’s crews out here right away.” He felt responsible for their predicament, and didn’t think he could feel any worse. He had betrayed his mate and she had paid that price. He would do whatever it took to get her shop up and running again.

“What does your brother do?”

“He owns a construction company,” he replied. Her earlier words registered fully and he realized what she had said. Cele had accused her of breaking into her house and the puzzle pieces started connecting as he realized that Isis and her sisters had been trying to break a spell on a crystal sphere similar to his son’s prison. Could Isis have been trying to find a way to save his son?

“If it’s not too much trouble for your brother then that would be great. The Dark Warriors have more important issues to take care of, like hunting demons and skirm, not here fixing our shop. But, I’m more worried about you right now. I may still be getting to know you, but I can tell that you’re weak again,” she murmured, getting his attention.

He nipped at her lips, pushing aside his suspicions. He didn’t want her to know what he had been forced to do. “It won’t be a problem for my brother. I helped him with some of the work on Confetti Too.” He leaned close, his lips a hair away from her ear. He held back his smile of male satisfaction at her shiver. “I personally fabricated some of the amenities in the private rooms. I’ll have to show you my favorite one. It has a sex swing in it.”

“I thought you did sculptures, but you certainly have my attention now.” She melted into his embrace and placed her hands on his chest.

“Can you go somewhere with me?” he asked.

“I was going to come to you anyway. I have something I want to talk to you about,” she replied. Gut instinct warned him that he wasn’t going to like what she had to talk about. He nodded to her and pulled his phone from his front pocket, forcing himself to ignore the erotic heat pulsing off her in waves. He pushed the number, never taking his gaze from her glowing silver eyes. He loved the way her eyes ignited with her arousal.

“Griffin, it’s Braeden. There has been an incident at Black Moon Sabbat, a store on Third Street owned by my mate and her sisters. Yes, you heard right, my mate. Listen, brother, I need you to send a crew over here to fix the place and they will need to bring large panels of glass to replace the windows. Yeah, thanks. I’ll call you tomorrow. No, I don’t have time to go into it right now.”

She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the metal frame of the front door. “Pema, Suvi, I’m leaving with Braeden, but his brother and one of his construction crews are on their way to help fix this mess. They will have glass to replace the windows so you won’t have to board them up. See you later. Love you.”

“We love you, too. Thanks for the help Braden,” Pema called out. It was clear to him how close she was to her sisters, and how much they meant to her. It made what Cele was forcing him to do all the more difficult.

He twined his fingers with hers as they made their way quickly down the street to his Jeep. His body wound tighter with each step, and his need only worsened once they were in the vehicle, heading down the street. The confines of the car amplified the savory peach scent of her arousal, and made his mouth water, depriving him of all reason. The moonlight highlighted her soft features, haloing her head. She was an angel, his angel.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“My place, unless you want to go somewhere else.”

“We could go to my place. We’d have the house to ourselves and it’s just across I90,” she murmured as she leaned over the seat and ran her tongue down the side of his neck. His cock jumped in anticipation within the tight confines of his pants.

“Goddess, you tempt me,” he growled huskily.

“How do I tempt you?” she asked teasingly, knowing full well what effect she was having on him. Her voice was like a satin caress over his nerve endings. She continued the torture when she pulled the neck of his t-shirt down and kissed her way across his shoulder while she rubbed his inner thigh with her free hand. She had him so distracted he almost missed the freeway entrance.

“You tempt me to pull over and fuck you in the back of this Jeep.” His breathing became ragged with the image that came to mind.

She slid her slender leg over his hips and sat on his lap. He couldn’t stop his gasp of appreciation. She wasn’t fazed by the fact that he was going a hundred miles an hour down the nearly deserted highway while she sat astride him, grinding against his cock the entire time. His hips had a mind of their own and pushed up into her shielded feminine flesh, feeling the heat radiating from her core

“What are you waiting for then?” she asked, breathily.

She lowered her head and nipped and licked at his racing pulse. It was more than a mere tease, it was torture, and he hadn’t even tasted her mouth. She stroked the back of his neck as she worked her core on his aching cock. He lifted one hand from the steering wheel and tweaked her nipples through her lacy shirt, eliciting a moan from her. “I’m looking for an exit, baby. Goddess, I don’t know whether to tell you to stop or go faster.”

She moaned and increased her pace. “I’m thinking faster.”

He saw an exit and clipped it, almost hitting the guardrail. “You make me feel like an eager youth again. You are going to unman me if you don’t stop.”

“I can’t stop,” she panted, breathing just as hard as he was. “I’m so close.” He gritted his teeth and pulled down a deserted, residential street. Luckily, it was dark and no one was around. She was wriggling and writhing wildly as he threw the car in park and roughly grabbed her ass cheeks, grinding his erection against her.

He gritted his teeth against his impending orgasm, determined not to spill in his pants. He wringed her neck with one hand and tilted her head toward him. He kissed her hard, demanding that she surrender everything she was to him. His tongue plundered, taking charge. She pulled back, but his growl stopped her, and he felt her shiver. She tensed and he knew she was close to orgasm. He thrust upwards with each of her downward strokes and moments later, she was calling out his name.

“I need to fuck you…your antics have driven me to the edge of my control. Take off your clothes,” he demanded, tossing his shirt aside while she removed her own. They shifted and struggled to get their pants off. Finally, he threw her into the back, removing her shoes as she went. Thankful for his preternatural speed, he had her pants torn and off in the next blink of an eye. She glanced back over her shoulder, fire blazing in her gaze. She was kneeling there, her glistening pussy exposed to his view in only a bra.

“Take it off or I will rip it to shreds,” he gestured to her bra. He straddled the console and shoved his pants as far down as they would go. Her sweltering core was like a magnet and one hand reached out to trace down her slit. He paused to taunt her throbbing bundle of hooded nerves. Unable to pass on an opportunity to taste heaven, he leaned down and ran his tongue along the path his finger had just traveled. Her taste exploded on his taste buds, peaches and cream.

He licked and suckled her flesh then tongue-fucked her weeping core until his need was an unbearable ache. He climbed into the backseat with her and maneuvered her exactly where he wanted her, bent over and bared to him. He tested her eagerness by inserting a finger into her opening while pushing her head down. Her muscles tightly gripped his digit. “Fuck me already…please,” she pleaded.

He didn’t bother to remove his clothing. He removed his finger and spread her juices back to her dark portal and circled the tight ring of muscle. She moaned loudly and glanced back at him. “Braeden?”

“Will I be the first one to take you here?” The thought of bringing her this forbidden pleasure nearly had him spilling his seed.

She was nodding enthusiastically, but he saw the fear in her eyes. “Trust me, baby.” The tip of his finger pressed down with the barest of pressure, and at the same time, she backed into him. Her indrawn breath turned into a low moan that he could only echo when his finger slipped easily inside her dark cave. He had never felt such tight muscles gripping him. Her honey flowed copiously and teased the head of his cock where it was poised at her entrance.

She was thrashing her head side-to-side and moaning. He pushed his finger in and out of her tight opening while he thrust his cock into her pussy and began taking her in a hard and fast rhythm. She was completely lost in the pleasure. He finger-fucked her tight, little ass in long, slow, deep strokes, while he took her core feverishly. “More, Braeden, I need more,” she begged. He marveled at how perfectly she was made for him. In his eyes, she was already his, but his soul clamored for him to do the blood exchange and complete the ceremony. The scorching burn of his mate mark echoed that desire. Thankfully, the pain wasn’t enough to diminish the pleasure.

He increased his pressure in her dark portal, giving her what she demanded, knowing someday soon he would claim her there. He was fiercely glad that he would be the only male to ever give her such pleasure.

She cried out and pulsed around his cock and finger. He felt the tingle at the base of his spine right before his balls drew up tight. He pulled his finger out of her ass and gripped her hips and held her still while he slammed into her one last time. His cock pumped hot jets of seed into her as he came like an erupting volcano. His climax took over his entire body and the shock waves were more devastating that the clash of magic that had ruined her shop.