Rowena's Revenge (Broadus Supernatural Society) (15 page)

My leopard jumps forth, my teeth elongating, needing to mark
her territory, but I recall his warning. I issue a frustrated hiss as I feel
him pulling the blood from my body, sealing our bond for life. His teeth dig
deeper and he groans, pulling me down tight to his lap as his cock pulses,
filling me with his essence as my walls contract around him, milking him. My
eyes fly open as another surge of magic fills me, heating my flames and making
a sweat break out over my skin as my orange and blue mixes with his blue and
green, dancing around us without harming anything else.

His tongue runs over the bite marks, cleaning and sealing
them, but my leopard still needs to mark something. My breathing is still
labored from my three orgasms and Penton pulls my mouth to his, his kiss being
sweet and soft as he pulls me from his lap and spins me around, sitting me on
the bed in front of him.

“Blaine,” he says, and I see my other mate standing before
me in a second, stripped of his clothing with his pierced cock ready for
attention. Penton leans in my ear as I reach out and stroke B’s throbbing
erection, loving the way his legs shake just a tiny bit when I mess with his
dydoe
piercing. “Mark him, then, please him, my joy,” he
whispers, picking me up and positioning me over his shaft again.

I reach for the closest thing, it being Blaine’s wrist, and
I bring it to my lips, pleasing my leopard as my teeth pierce his skin and his
blood fills my mouth. It’s a familiar and pleasant heat and my leopard purrs
into his skin, finally content. I sweep my tongue over the four small puncture
holes and release his wrist, having no time to breathe as Penton thrusts into
me from behind, bringing me down into his lap as Blaine kneels on the bed in
front of me and runs his hand into my hair.

“Was it hot?” I ask him with a grin as I look up at him,
running my hand over his shaft and teasing the head with my lips. He groans and
throws his head back, the muscles in his chest and arms bulging with veins from
the hormones raging through him.

“So fucking hot, Kitten, you don’t even know,” he growls, bathing
me in a hazel glow as I wrap my lips around his cock and take him into my
mouth, swirling my tongue around the thick throbbing shaft. His piercing rubs
the roof of my mouth as I move back and forth, guided by his hand in my hair as
Penton brings me up and down in his lap, stoking the fire within me.

Before I know it, we are a three person ball of lust as
Blaine fucks my face with both hands in my hair and Penton groans into my
shoulder, thrusting into me at a furious pace. I try to moan, but it’s strangled,
and my fourth climax rolls through me. Blaine stiffens, holding my head tight
as his cock pulses, filling my mouth with his cum as he slows my pace. Penton
thrusts hard, one last time, holding me as we both quiver in his release.

They both release me only for a second and the three of us
fall onto the mattress; our sweaty bodies, tangling as their breathing is as
heavy as mine. I couldn’t be happier than I am right now. Penton kisses my
temple and I turn to look him in the eye.

“I love you, my Elf,” I say, running my hand over his cheek
lightly and noticing that the green hue and pointed teeth are gone. He’s back
to the Penton I first met, and he smiles down at me, capturing my lips again
and I sink into his kiss. I moan into his lips as he runs his hands over my
bare chest and releases me, leaving me whimpering for more as he grins.

“I love you, my joy,” he smiles, kissing my forehead and
snuggling his face into the back of my neck as I roll onto my side, facing
Blaine.

He gives me a wink and I can’t help but roll my eyes at him.
“I love you, my Berserker,” I giggle, slapping him in the cheek as he makes
stupid faces at me. He pulls my face to him, covering my lips and kissing me
thoroughly as I lean into him, arching my ass into Penton’s groin and he
groans, slapping my bare behind. Blaine laughs against my lips as I squeal a
little and Penton tells me I should stop teasing him, lest we get no sleep, so
I lay my head back down on the pillow as B runs his hand over my cheek.

“I love you, Kitten.” He smiles a lady-killer type smile and
my heart skips a beat.

How can I be so lucky as to have two men—two great men—who
love me?
They love me
; do you know how long I’ve waited to say that
truthfully about someone I let into my life and into my bed?

With my mates snuggled around me, I’m totally happy. I’ll do
anything for these two men and I will let nothing harm them, or my other family
for that matter. I will have my revenge, however, and
Cearbhall
better be ready for a fight.

Blaine

December 30, 2016

“How much longer?”
Row kind of
whines from the back seat as Penton weaves us around a large gas tanker with
its flashers on. Both us share a laugh as she huffs into the window, her warm
breath fogging the glass as she pouts those perfect fucking lips. Damn, I could
hop back there right now and rock her world; reenacting a little of what we
did this morning in the hotel room
that was just mind
blowing. Even now, just thinking about it my dick gets hard remembering how it
felt to be in her pussy while Penton took her ass. First time I’d ever done a
DP and it was A-mazing.

“Only about thirty minutes, my joy,” Penton laughs some more
and I see him look at her in the rearview, giving her a wink. “We’ll cross the
state line and jump on the 212, and then we’ll be there before you know it and
you’ll get to meet your sister’s awesome family and Pack.”

I hear her sigh and I feel a wave of anxiousness prickle on
my skin, flowing from her as she keeps her eyes on the snow outside of her
window and the scenic highway flies by. I’m just as anxious as she is and it
makes my stomach turn a bit at the thought of meeting all these new people,
then possibly becoming a part of their Pack. It’ll be totally different for the
both of us; neither of us really having a family as we grew up, but this will
be good. We’ll finally get to live at ease, having people around us that will
hopefully care and want to help us if need be.

“Okay,” she says in a drawn out sigh, and I turn toward her,
my eyebrow raised at her sass and she can’t keep a straight face. She breaks
out in a fit of giggles as I stare at her I reach back, grabbing her knees and
trying to pull her to me as my wolf jumps up, growling playfully as she
squeals. God I want to kiss her so bad. I
hook
my
hands behind her knees, dragging her to the edge of the backseat so that her
face is only an inch or two from mine. She smells so fucking good; I can’t stop
the hungry growl that rips through me as I tangle my hand into her hair and
cover her lips with mine.

Her giggles quickly silence as she leans into me, her hands
running up the front of my t-shirt, setting my skin on fire, even though her
fingers don’t even touch it. Her fingers tickle along my neckline as she
smiles, moving her soft, luscious lips over mine, trying to tease me as she
keeps me from deepening the kiss. She tugs at the barbell running from the top
of my ear down through the lobe with her teeth as I release her for a second,
and it sends shocks throughout my entire body, sending the blood rushing to my
groin in a second.

“Not enough time for that, you two,” Penton chides as I suck
Row’s bottom lip in between my teeth
gently,
running
my tongue along it before nipping and letting her go. I know my little move
just caused a rush of desire to run through her; I can smell it and see it in
her eyes as the white-blue depths stare at me, but I just grin and settle
slowly back into my front passenger seat as she slinks into the back. “Look,
the state line. We’re almost there.
Maybe twenty more miles.”

Almost there,
I think to myself and shift in my seat,
trying to make my raging boner more comfortable.
Almost
safe, my Kitten.
Just a little while longer.
Then we can forget about the damn
Cearbhall
and
all of his little minions.

He can kiss our asses.

~~~~~

Penton

I can feel both Rowena and Blaine’s anxiety, floating around
in the SUV in thick clouds as they settle back into their seats, and I just
shake my head and laugh. They’ll fit in just fine with the Big Sky Pack and all
its members, whom I might add are all awaiting our arrival at the local bar,
owned by Siofra’s husband’s family.

I’m not worrying about anything right now; actually I’m
happy as could be. I bonded with my mate last night.
My
mate
.
Fuck, it’s good to say that; finally. Waiting for her for over
three hundred years to come around again after my brother took her away from me
made last night extra special and I can’t get that happiness out of my heart.
Hell, I’m tapping away on the steering wheel and humming along with the
honky-tonk music on the radio.

“Penton,” her sweet voice flows from the back seat and I hum
my ‘uh-huh’ for her to continue, my eyes locked on the snowy road before me as
a milk tanker rumbles past us in the opposite direction, throwing snow up on
the windshield. “Tell me what they are like.”

“Your sister?”
I ask, smiling out
of the uncontainable happiness that stems from her questioning. She mumbles a
yes, and I try to figure out the best description of the melting pot that is
Siofra, her family and her Pack.

“Well,” I start to say, seeing the town line sign up ahead
and I judge that in less than 400 yards we’ll be in Broadus with the bar just
up ahead, but all my thoughts halt and my nerves step up when Rowena’s scream
ripples through the car. Something hard and moving fast hits my door and I’m
showered in broken glass and pinned back in my seat by the airbag. Her screams,
Blaine’s grunts of pain, they are faded out by the sound of the metal
crunching, glass breaking more, and the undying horn.

We’re rolling; fast and hard across the pavement, as her
cries fill the air. She’s hurt; I can feel the pain radiating throughout my own
leg, though I know it’s not my own. Blaine is out, his heartbeat in my ears
telling me he is okay, just unconscious, as the roof of our SUV scrapes on the
ice covered road, spinning like we are on a ride at a fair.

Orange eyes flash in front of my face and I struggle to get
out of my seatbelt as the car’s spinning
slows,
the
metal groaning in its wounded state. He can’t have her, I won’t let him. I need
to get out of this damn death box. I struggle with the lock of the seatbelt
again. Rowena is moaning in pain now and I can smell her blood in the air as
Cearbhall’s
laugh fills the now eerily quiet. The crumpled
heap of our car stops, slamming against what I’m presuming is another car or
the guardrail.

“Penton,”
she cries and I try to move to look at her,
but I’m jammed into my seat, the metal pinched all around me.
“Blaine?!?
Penton?!?”
she cries again and I
can smell more of her blood as I hear her shift around.

“Stay still, Kitten,” I try to soothe her in an even tone,
trying not to let the hysterics that are flying around inside of me get to her.
She whimpers in pain and I can hear her sliding around, the broken glass moving
with her. “We’re okay, just stay still. I’ll be free to come get you in a
second.”

“No you won’t,” the familiar dark voice fills the SUV and
Rowena screams. A wave of pain fills me as I see a hand dart in through the
broken back window and he has her. I yell out in frustration, jerking the
seatbelt and trying to break the lock. My magic, it’s still missing, and I
could sure as hell use it right now.

“Hello, little kitty,”
Cearbhall
growls and I hear his little minion laugh from outside the SUV. “Say bye-bye to
your poor little Elf.”

A loud, pain filled scream comes from Rowena, along with the
sound of her sliding over the glass shards, and I see her bloody body slide
from the car through the window, her hands gripping onto the bent doorframe as
I try to reach out to her. She’s screaming, crying, trying to hold on as blood
seeps down over her forehead and into her white hair, but I can’t reach her.
This God-damn seatbelt.

Then she’s gone and her cries are mixing with the wind. No.
I let it all out, rocking and jerking in my seat, pulling at the latch on the
lock and trying to reach for my sword that was under the seat but is now
sitting on the roof more than an arm’s length away. I let out a feral yell,
giving into the dark edge that exists in my mind and letting it fuel my anger.

I’m shaking the entire wreckage now and I see Blaine’s head
shaking side to side before he snaps to, his eyes immediately glowing hazel of
his wolf. He can feel that she is gone and he starts to shift right before me;
his clothes bursting at the seams. Rowena’s screams echo on the wind and I look
to the half shifted form of Blaine.

“Get.
Me. Outta.
Here!”

His ear piercing howl vibrates the torn metal around us and
his razor sharp claws reach out, slashing through the belt. The shards of glass
slice into my shoulder as I fall, but I don’t care. I’m going to cut off that
bastard’s head and leave it on the road sign as a warning.

Fuck with me and die.

~~~~~

Rowena

My head is swimming and all I can feel is the pain radiating
through my left leg and head. The blood is warm as it flows down from my
forehead and over my cheek. I sense that Blaine is unconscious, the pain in his
head is matched in mine and I moan Penton’s name, hearing him struggle.

What the fuck was that thing that I saw barreling over the
median toward us?
A van?
A large
truck?
I have no fucking idea, and right now, I don’t care; I just want
to get out of here with my mates.

A thick, stomach churning musk floats around me as I try to
get up on my knees and my leopard hisses, knowing who is near without a doubt.
His laugh fills the air and he says something to Penton as I try to crawl to
the other side of this mangled mess of metal and glass. I just need to get be
out of this cage.

“Hello, little kitty,” he says and I can’t help but cry out
a little, his voice so close that it spikes my nerves and my leopard tries to
hiss through my whimpering. His hand wraps around my ankle as I try to kick him
away, using all the strength I have, not caring about the blood flowing freely
from the handful of cuts I’ve caused myself and the gash on my head. His hand
squeezes the already injured bones of my left leg and I scream out again, the
shards of glass ripping through my sweater and jeans as he slides me out.

The lower half of my body hits the cold, feeling the snow
flow over the exposed skin at my stomach and I grab at the bent frame of the
window, screaming to Penton and kicking my legs wildly as the pain radiates
through my limbs. I can’t let him take me, not while both of my mates are
trapped here and one is unconscious. Penton is yelling, telling me to hold on,
but the pain is making me shake. My stomach is churning with nausea from blood
loss as it pools under the back of my head. His white-blue eyes are begging me
to hold on, but I can’t, and with a hard yank that makes me scream again, I’m
out in the cold snow on my back.

His orange eyes glow down at me through the blowing snow for
only a second before I’m yanked from the ground and flying through the air, the
cold biting into my lungs and nipping at my skin. The air rushes over my lips
as my back connects with a tree; needles and snow falling down around me as I
slide down the bark onto the ground. The rush of blood picks up over my skull
and my stomach does flips as I watch the red drip down onto the perfectly white
snow.

“You were so close.” The dark, evil voice wraps around me,
putting a strangle hold on my nerves and sending my heart to a breakneck pace.
My leopard tries to hiss, but I’m too weak and I can feel her retreating, using
what is left of her magic to try and heal me as fast as she can. It’s no use,
and I sink into the snow, unable to keep myself up against the tree.

My blurry vision clears enough to watch
Cearbhall
crouch before me; an accomplished, pompous smirk on his lips. I try to let out
a smart ass remark and tell him to go to hell, but all that comes out is a
painful whimper as a trail of blood spills over my lips and down my chin.

“Ah, Rowena,” he smiles, reaching his hand out and cupping
my cheek, pulling my pliable body up to be only an inch from him as I sway,
“you were so close. Look,” he points off to the side, through the small patch
of trees and past the shaking wreckage of our SUV to a large white and brown
sign only about a hundred yards down the road, saying,
“Welcome to Broadus.”

“Freedom, protection; it was just about in your grasp, but
the fates turned a blind eye toward you.” His hand runs almost caringly over my
cheek and behind my ear before he grabs onto my hair, making me cry out as the
pressure spreads the cut on my scalp apart and sends more blood gushing down my
forehead.

“You are mine,” he whispers and I hear a menacing chuckle
behind him; and a humpback, Frankenstein looking freak limps up to
Cearbhall’s
side. His rotting smell makes me gag, and as I
fall to the snow, coughing for a breath of fresh air,
Cearbhall
groans. “What do you want,
Gandion
? I thought I told
you to stay out of the way?”

“Yes, Sir, you did, but I thought you might need my help,”
he snivels, throwing his head to the side and nodding toward the wreckage that
still holds my now roaring and howling mates. I need them. I need to go get
them, and I start to try and pull myself to them in the snow, my blood covered
hands digging into the snow and gaining little traction.

“The Elf is free,” the nasty looking thing
Cearbhall
called
Gandion
tries to
whisper, but as soon as the words leave his green, rotting tooth filled mouth,
I’m screaming out as loud as I can, calling for my mates.

I see the flash of bright silver that is Penton’s sword as
the wreckage that was our home for the last couple of days explodes into shards
of metal, Blaine’s earth shattering howl answering my tearful screams for them.
A hand wraps around my ankle again, pulling me back before a hand grips the
back of my neck, pulling me up and into
Cearbhall’s
face as he scowls.