Rowena's Revenge (Broadus Supernatural Society) (6 page)

Another good thing about
Gandion
is that he knows when to keep quiet, and as we trudge through the snow,
spotting the Berserkers waiting up ahead for us, he leaves the conversation
alone. He starts to hum some nonsensical tune as my mind floats back to when I
first met the Prince of Elves.

There had been a huge influx in dark magic, calling me to a
small village in the Highlands of Scotland where I met the Prince of Elves,
Penton, and his siblings, including his brother, Bronton. They were a rowdy,
evil pair; leaving deflowered virgins and dead cattle in their wake, but when
Penton met Helen, everything changed.

The fire haired beauty stole his will to be who he was, and
he wanted to marry her; the disgusting idea of someone of his stature and power
trading his birthright to live a mortal life with a woman enraging his entire
family. His brother had come to me then, asking for my help in seducing and
capturing the alluring and innocent Helen. Our two evil minds had laughed and
plotted, going through all of the village’s wenches while we planned poor
Penton’s heart breaking.

I had been the one to approach sweet and beautiful Helen as
she shopped in the market, telling her that Penton wanted to meet her by the
secluded creek at
dusk,
and being naïve and head over
heels in love, she just agreed and went on her merry way. She never knew what
was coming as she hummed to herself when she approached the hidden Bronton and
I
. But, as soon as the blonde haired brother of her love
appeared, she knew something was amiss.

I’ll hand it to her, Helen never screamed as we ravaged her
body, taking her innocence and leaving her bleeding as we laughed and
contemplated what to do next. She never cried out until the first touch of
Bronton’s sword brushed her bare flesh, and after that she never quieted. I had
to gag her with a piece of my cloak to make her shut up as the Elf skinned her.
I loved that cloak too.

Helping Bronton thwart his brother’s plan to leave his
legacy behind gifted me an enormous amount of black magic powers, backed by the
power of the Elves, and over the centuries I have grown as a Warlock. It is
kind of ironic that I should run into Penton again and that the fire hearted
Rowena is his mate.

I suppose the Fates never want him to be happy.

Rowena

“You won’t be able to resist me,” the deep growl rolls over
my face as the pressure on my throat tightens, glowing orange eyes burning into
my face as I struggle. I don’t know why, but my flames are sputtering and
sparking, struggling to fight against this dark haired, face tattooed man as he
lifts me off the ground by my throat.

“You’ll come to me. You’ll be mine,” he hisses into my face,
his scent bathing me in the feeling of evil and darkness. My snow leopard
hisses and tries to react by shifting through my skin, but the dark magic
forces her back down, her cries of anguish bringing tears to my eyes as his
fingers tighten again around my throat.

“No,” I choke out, spitting in his face. I don’t know who he
thinks he is, but no one will
own
me; I am my own person. I kick at him,
the force of my movement forcing his grip to
firm,
and
I choke some more, the heat filling my face and the black creeping into my
vision.

‘Where are you, Blaine?
Penton?’
I scream out in my head, coughing and kicking at this bastard again as the
light headiness from him choking me starts to set in. I muster all my reaming
strength, screaming out loud for real, the force of it making my throat raw as
the man before me scowls, shaking me, and my flames finally come to life.

The heat shocks me and I’m startled awake, the dark of the
cab only lit by my fading fire as Blaine and Penton stir around me. My
breathing is heavy and the strong arms locked around me tighten, pulling me
into a hard and warm chest, so I loll my head back, resting it on a shoulder as
the scent of apricots swirls around me. My head is still buzzing from the
nightmare when a hand rests on my knee, and I open my eyes to see Blaine, his
face illuminated by the cars radio with his brows furrowed.

“Kitten, are you okay?” he whispers, his voice husky from
the sleep I must have roused him from. His earthy scent hits me as my eyes
shift into their feline form, gathering the light to see him better.
Oh hell
,
does he look yummy right now. A rush of desire finds me and I lean forward,
stopping so that my nose is only a breath away from his and I can tell I
shocked him, his eyes going wide as his nostrils flare.

“No,” I breathe out, rubbing my nose along his lightly as a
purr rolls through my throat, causing Blaine’s eyes to flash the glowing hazel
of his wolf, showing me he can smell the desire that is thundering through me.
Hands on my waist make me mindful of the third person in the car, and I grind
down onto Penton’s lap, wiggling my hips and grinning when I hear him groan. I
grab the front ties of Blaine’s sweatshirt hood and pull his face to mine,
crashing our lips together as his wolf growls.

I grip the material of his sweatshirt and yank him between
the drivers and passenger’s seat, falling back into Penton’s chest as Blaine’s
chest lands in my lap, our lips still connected and searching one another
ferociously. He shifts as I bite down on his bottom lip and I feel his knees
cage in my feet before he pulls away, his glowing eyes and heavy breathing
making my blood heat, and my core yearns for him, needing him. I lean back
against Penton’s chest as his hands roam my clothing, pushing the bottom of my
shirt up as his fingers lightly trace the bared skin, the simple touch making
me moan; the tingle of his touch making my legs shake in anticipation.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Kitten,” Blaine’s voice
breaks my steamy little exchange with Penton, and I look down to him, still
kneeling on the carpet before me as I can’t help but grind down onto Penton’s
lap, the still growing evidence of his arousal rubbing against the ass of my
jeans.

“What do you mean, B? This is what we are, isn’t it?” I lean
down into him, rubbing my cheek along his. My leopard purrs louder and the
sound
vibrates
through my skin and throat as I pull
his earlobe in between my lips, tugging on the small metal loop. He grunts and
I feel his hand make its way under my shirt and up my back, snapping my bra
free as he turns my face. Our lips are touching, but he’s teasing me, moving
back every time I move in to kiss him. I let out a frustrated moan as he
smirks, the bastard.

“I will leave you two alone,” Penton says, and I feel him
pick me up off of his waist. I turn on him, placing my knees on either side of
his hips, pinning him to the seat while straddling him. I can feel the bulge of
his erection rubbing into my core and the lingering thought of him sends a wave
of magic over me like I’ve never felt before.

It tells me that he wants me, bad; so bad that the heat that
flows from him sparks my own flames to life. He needs me, but not just
physically, he needs me to bond with him; for our spirits to claim one another.

I need this man too, and it scares me. I need both of them.
I’ve never admitted to myself that I needed anyone before, not even when I was
alone on the road, drifting from town to town. But now, sitting in this dark
SUV parked on the side of the road only God knows where, I
need
them to
be mine.

“You will not leave,” I say, trying to muster all of the
magic and lust flowing within me into one concentrated ball and I push it
toward him, feeling him tense against the seat and his pupils dilate. I run my
fingers lightly over his face, caressing his jaw and rubbing my thumb over his
lips as I purr contentedly, pressing my hips into his as Blaine’s hands remove
my boots; his talented fingers working into my feet making me smile as I look
at Penton.

His white blue eyes are glowing just like I bet mine are and
they flutter shut when I grind down into him once more, not hiding my own groan
of pleasure as his trapped cock rubs against my crotch, and I can’t take it
anymore. Yanking down the zipper of his jacket, I grip the front of his shirt
and tug, ripping the buttons free and hearing them hit the window and leather
of the seats around us. Blaine laughs as his lips meet the arch of my foot,
sparking a wave of both heat and goose-bumps to fill my skin as I run my hands
over Penton’s bare chest.

The smooth, hard lines of his muscles are like touching a
statue; so perfect and strong. As my fingers trail over his abs, feeling them
bunch and flex, Penton’s hands grip my face, pulling my attention to his and
his glowing eyes. His breathing is as ragged as mine when my hands reach his
waistband, trailing along the jean material as his lips hover over mine like he
is unsure whether or not to kiss me. I guess he makes up his mind when I free
the top button of his jeans and he pulls my mouth to his, not waiting to sweep
his tongue in and explore.

His confident and sensual strokes make me feel as if we’ve
been down this road before and his touch as he grips my hair with his left hand
makes me feel complete. A strange vision of lush green, hilly landscape rolls
through my mind as he bites my bottom lip, soothing it with a quick swipe of
his tongue before returning to claim my lips as his. A slow, melodic drum beat
fills my ears as his right hand roams down my neck, between my breasts, and
down my stomach, brushing the slice of bare skin on my belly between my jeans
and top, causing me to shiver in excitement.

I’m ready to explode as Blaine’s hands run up and under my
sweater, pulling it over my head as I raise my arms. He tosses it aside as his
arms encircle my breasts, his lips covering the side of my neck and shoulder as
Penton tugs on my hair, titling my head back when his teeth graze my chin. I
can’t stop the whimper that leaves my lips when Penton’s hand swipes over my
stomach, right above the waist band of my pants, and I grind into him, his
teeth biting down and his hand tightens in my hair as his hips move up,
matching my moves.

Penton pulls me into his chest, covering my lips with his as
Blaine’s arms leave me. Penton’s tongue dances with mine as I hear what sounds
like an article of clothing hitting the seat beside me. Then I’m pulled back
into Blaine’s now bare chest; his hands running up my sides and pulling my bra
free from my chest, and then covering my breasts with his calloused hands. His
teeth meet the crux of my neck and his fingers pinch my already throbbing
nipples when Penton unbuttons my jeans and slips his hand in, causing my breath
to catch in my throat from his cool fingers.

I close my eyes to the sensation of his fingers running over
my needy flesh, pinching my clit and sending involuntary tremors through my
body as he repeats the pressure and then runs his fingers back, just teasing my
entrance. His hand leaves my hair, his fingers gripping my chin, and I force my
eyes open against the pleasure he’s withholding from me, his finger only
running around my entrance and back up to rub into my clit. His stare commands
me to listen, and I force my eyes to stay open against the pull to throw my
head back and moan at both men’s attention.

“I will have my night with you, but tonight, Blaine and I
will make it about you.” The slight growl in his voice seems to roll over my
skin and sink into my core as I look into his eyes, seeing the mischievous
glint. I nod and he smirks. “Is that okay with you, Blaine?”

“More than okay,” he says with his lips on the middle of my
back, and I can hear the slight chuckle in his tone, making me wonder if I’ve
gotten in over my head.

Penton gives me a wicked smile, pulling my lips to his, and
I don’t hesitate to open for him. I wrap my arms around his neck as his finger
finally delves into my entrance, my walls squeezing him as I fight the urge to
climax at the simple touch.

In a flash, I’m ripped from his arms and flipped over, my
back resting on the top of his thighs now as Blaine tugs my pants and underwear
off quickly. I can’t help but pant as Blaine kisses the inside of my thighs,
his slight facial hair scratching the sensitive flesh and bringing my nerves to
life; my flames threatening to burst out onto my skin. Penton’s hands roam my
bare chest, his fingers tweaking my nipples, and I arch up into his touch, my
moan of pleasure as Blaine’s tongue circles my clit being anything but silent
and my head falls back against Penton’s still enclosed cock.

I reach back, sliding down the zipper of his jeans and try
to withhold the gasp that fills me as his massive erection springs free.
Thank
the
Lord,
I think to myself, thanking whatever
superior being blessed me with two mates who are very well endowed. I lean over
and wrap my lips around the base of his cock, feeling the tingle from his skin
on mine as I run my tongue along the smooth, engorged skin. Penton groans as
Blaine’s fingers enter and leave me, teasing my restraint in giving into the
sensations running through me as his mouth teases my sensitive mound
ruthlessly. I feel Penton’s hand run through my hair, brushing it from the side
of my face and I moan into his skin.

He pulls my head up so that I run my tongue along his length
as Blaine’s fingers quit their assault, being replaced by his mouth. I don’t
hold in the mewing and moaning that comes with his attention, his arms wrapping
around the underside of my thighs, holding me up to him so that he can do as he
pleases. I decide to dare and look at Blaine, and immediately regret it; the
sight of his glowing eyes looking directly at me as his mouth moves between my
thighs is enough to finish me off and the wave of pleasure explodes from my
core, shaking my limbs as I arch into him and scream. His arms hold me tighter
to him as his mouth moves, joined by his fingers rubbing at my clit, drawing
out the pleasure as the tremors run through me.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I hear Penton
whisper harshly, and I open my eyes to see him staring down at me, his chest
heaving in and out as I read the lust and desire in his eyes.

“Oh, you haven’t seen
nothin
’
yet.”
Blaine chuckles, dropping my languid body onto the cool leather
seat, and I feel him kneel beside my leg. Before I can protest, I’ve been
flipped over, again, and propped up on my knees with my bare ass high in the
air facing Blaine. My skin heats again, knowing what he has in mind and I look
back up to Penton, seeing him readjusting himself to lean his back on the door.

I still can’t talk; the pleasure induced scream Blaine sent
me into taking my voice and my throat throbs, so all I do is purr while running
my hand lightly over Penton’s exposed stomach and cock; encircling it with just
my thumb and index finger and dragging them up slowly as he groans, twitching
under my touch. I settle my arms on either side of his hips and watch as the
lust explodes in his eyes.

I feel the heavy belt buckle from Blaine’s jeans brush my
foot as it falls to the carpet of the
Landrover
, and
his hands on my hips set my skin on fire. He caresses my bare backside, his
knees separating my legs even more as I tease Penton’s cock with my tongue. The
slightly cooler temperature of the metal in Blaine’s
dydoe
piercings makes my core tingle every time, and as he positions himself I look
back over my shoulder at him, biting my lip with need.

“No, no, no, Kitten,” he chides, putting his hand on top of
my head and turning me to face Penton. “Show him what I know you can do,” he
says and I hear the desire deep within; knowing he would rather have it be him
underneath me, but I know he’s just as happy behind me.

Penton’s hands wrap into my hair, each of his palms cupping
a cheek as he lowers my head back down to pay attention to his throbbing
erection. As my lips open just enough to take in the head, I feel Blaine slowly
push into me, and I moan, turning it into a purr as Penton pushes me down a
little further with Blaine matching his speed. I want to please each of them
more than anything right now and as Blaine
fills
me to
the hilt, his perfectly placed piercing hitting every possible sweet spot there
is within me, I take all of Penton into my mouth, hearing his slight gasp of
astonishment as I relax my throat and he slips in.