As Chandler returned with the donors he had been sent to retrieve, Darvyn went back to instructing his daughters. “Girls, extend your fangs. When I tell you to, I need you to slash open the crooks of Laina’s arms all the way across and hold her arm open straight over the buckets and allow her blood to drain out until all the thin-looking blood runs out, and the thicker blood begins to run in its place. Do not let her arm close; if you do, the cut will only heal, and don’t ingest any of that blood.”
Darvyn turned his head, then kept delivering instructions. “Chandler, I need you to keep those donors at the ready. As soon as Tia says so, place one of their wrists into Laina’s mouth. You may have to cut open their wrists for Laina until she’s conscious enough to do it on her own. Tia, when you hear her heart slow to almost nothing is when you give Chandler the go ahead.” He looked up at Tia, who was kneeling at Laina’s feet, as he said the last.
Tia spied Kierra and Bran from the corner of her eye as they worked on Laina. Seeing everything was going smoothly and Darvyn had everything under control, they both slyly glanced over to where the mage still lay. When the techno mage began to stir, they gave each other a look that spoke volumes and she knew they were up to something. Looked like the demons were about to go play.
15
The Plot Thickens
After reliving the memories of both the wolf and the incubus, my other two mates, my feelings were even more screwed up than before. While we may have bonded literally on a soul-deep level, that didn’t have a damned thing to do with actually liking them.
Oh, I know what they say, once you find your true mate you’re supposed to feel complete, a person whose happiness means more to you than your own, yada, yada, yada, and blasé splee.
Bull. Shit. More like having someone you can’t shake tethered to your soul. Yes, I did feel love for all three of them, but liking them was an entirely different thing. Someone whose happiness meant as much to you as your own, because all their most intense emotions were attached to yours.
At least that’s what I kept telling myself, something I had to believe, because any other explanation meant there was something inside me I did not like. I know I’m still young, that I’m still in the process of learning myself. And the situation I had been thrown into wasn’t helping matters. Being forced to mate before I even had a chance to really live? I know life wasn’t fair, but this went beyond that. The things I saw in the werewolf’s, my werewolf’s, past? How could I love or even like someone like that? What type of creature did that make me?
His name turned out to be Jason. Given all the movies the girls and I used to always sneak out and watch, the name suited him just fine, because dude was a fucking sadist. He not only enjoyed watching and putting people in pain, but he got off on it. And no, I don’t mean as in he watched someone get his or her ass beat and then went to a bathroom and jacked off either. I mean he would provoke a fight with a member of the pack and literally bust a nut in his pants while beating the shit out of them. It was the reason he would rarely fight in wolf form. You can hide a stiffy behind a pair of pants, but it’s kind of hard for a wolf to do so without any clothes to disguise it.
Nothing had happened to him while growing up, this was simply how he was, and it was a well-kept secret from his entire family and the pack. While he wasn’t truly attracted to males, he would have sex with them more so than females, since most of the females weren’t rough enough to withstand him, and those who were wanted to have a female of their own. He knew he wasn’t gentle enough for the delicate females, and they didn’t turn him on anyway. Any type of weakness was a big turn-off for him. He wanted, no, he needed, someone who could take whatever pain he could dish out.
The men and women he was with sexually knew to keep whatever they did quiet. Jason only delivered the amount of pain their bodies were able to withstand, and it was a damn good thing they were werewolves because it was no small amount. When Jason was with the men, there was nothing gentle about it, just sheer fucking. Don’t get me wrong, he did make sure they got off just as he did, because who would come back otherwise?
Terms, rules, and conditions were always set and understood each time he took on a new partner. Instead of coming up with a safe word as the humans did for such situations, they were to allow their eyes to shift when it was beginning to be too much, and if he was fucking them from behind, they would allow a hand to shift and stab him in a thigh with their claws. Which was why being tied up was never a part of the play. There was never any romance involved, strictly pain and pleasure, nothing more. And never any virgins. I was the only virgin he had ever been with; these were extenuating circumstances
