Revealing the Monster by Amelia Hutchins

Chapter Eighteen

The most beautiful creatures tend to be the ones with nothing to lose. They’re free of restraints and no longer bound by a code in which they once lived. Lena, well, she is untethered, free of anything that could be taken from her. She doesn’t understand that I’m laying a foundation that will never crumble beneath her pretty painted toenails. ~Lucian

Lucian

Lena shifted her narrow hips, moving them up and down with blatant need. The arousal pooling between her thighs made my tongue burn to sample it. Her body was addictive, but her arousal tasted like a fine wine that should have been outlawed due to its sweet, deliciousness. The sounds she made caused my dick to jerk, knowing she waited for me to fill her until she fucking ached from it.

Reaching into my pocket, I withdrew the remote to the small toy that had been pulsing inside her all night. My finger slid over the button, taking in the way her body lifted from the mattress. Her sweet noises turned to moans, grunts, and plaintive cries for that orgasm she’d been denied while I saw to the needs of the club.

Striding closer to the bed, I removed my tie and smiled down at her hooded gaze. Her fragrance was heaven, bathed in sweat and pleasure that drew me in like a wolf scenting blood in the air.

I’d been drawn to her the moment I’d watched her peering up at the moon, seeking the darkness she craved. Lena’s mind was beautiful and as addictive as her curves. I missed the smell of her soul, but enough of it had been replaced that the gentle fragrance clung to her naked body. It was pure and uniquely her scent, which I loved.

This slip of a girl had shocked me, forcing me to want things I’d promised myself never to crave again. One taste of those innocent lips, and I’d fallen into the gentleness of her soul. I had Lena in every way possible, and yet I got excited each time I thought about being inside her tight pussy, fucking her hard, or even lying beside her while the world slumbered.

I’d never enjoyed sharing a bed with anyone, but with Lena I craved the simple things—the things most people took for granted until they were gone.

“Do you want to touch me, Lucian?” Lena whispered huskily. I swallowed hard at the lust burning in her eyes as arousal dripped down her pretty cunt, drenching her ass with how far she’d been spread for me.

“More than I want air, or to breathe, Lena. Are you ready for me?” I asked, leaning over to hover against my mouth close enough that my breath fanned against her swollen pussy.

“Yes.” Her hands unclenched the bedsheets she’d ripped with her nails; her need to come, violent. “I want you. I ache for you.”

“I know you do, but I’m not ready to play yet,” I admitted, turning to kiss the inside of her thigh, nipping it with a hunger that was raw and brutal.

Lena was witty, and smart girls just tasted better. The spice, sass, sweetness, and audacity they held went straight to their pussy. It made her that much more delectable when she came on my tongue, and I preferred her to come there for me.

Pulling back, I removed my dress shirt, watching her eyes lower to my tattoos. I had more ink added in the last few months. I’d added her name to my body, wanting to claim her in the event that anything happened.

I would never feel helpless again, like I had when she’d died. I’d almost destroyed the world, but it would have hurt Lena if I had. She wouldn’t have wanted it to happen. That thought alone had stopped me from sending this shithole into the downward spiral from which I wouldn’t have returned. 

Reaching for the button of my slacks, I watched her slender fingers dance over her belly. Smooth skin, with a few delicate runes I’d done to connect hers to my own, sat on her hipbone.

Her creamy caramel-colored hair was a mess of curls, which fanned out behind her head. Her small hands grabbed her breasts, squeezing them before pushing them together. I curled my lips into a wolfish grin, knowing she was tempting me.

Lena had learned how to push me past the brink of my need, forcing me to fuck her when she craved my cock. Luckily for me, she always wanted my dick. Hell, there had been times when she’d climbed into my lap in the car, freeing my cock before she’d slid down my rigid length, uncaring that we were driving 120 MPH down a highway.

Turquoise eyes, the color of troubled seas, lowered to my dick as I freed it from my slacks. Kicking off my shoes, I grabbed my dick, watching her hands move to her aching, pulsing pussy that was drenched from hours of endless torture.

I knew that if I released her from my hold, she’d be coming in that instant. Then she’d attack me. Lena hated being controlled unless it ended in multiple orgasms. Her gaze trained on the bead of come that dripped from the head of my thick cock, licking her lips while watching the slow, easy strokes of my hand.

“Get up and lay on your stomach, Lena,” I ordered, knowing that she hated me playing with her tight ass. I didn’t care, though. She came hard when I fucked it, and she may never admit to it, but she enjoyed it. I’d taken it hard after Spyder, reclaiming every part of her, which I intended to do tonight, again. She did as she was told, and I took in her perfectly round ass, watching as she waited like a good girl. “Lift onto your knees, and spread your legs so I can see your wet pussy weeping to be fucked.”

She complied, and the hum of the toy forced her tight channel to clench, her arousal visibly covering her needy cunt. Going to the closet, I punched in the code, opening her toy box. I’d let her pick out a few things and some I’d chosen to use on her. Lena was a wanton thing, driven by her curiosity and sexuality. She liked to please me and was open-minded about a lot more than she had been when she cared what the world thought of her.

Grabbing the anal plug and a larger one meant to play in her tight channel, I moved toward her, leaving the closet open. Stepping up to the bed, I watched her pussy quiver, smiling at how wet she was.

Sliding the plug through her arousal, I pushed the tip against her tight bud. She tensed, her soft moan turning into a whimpered sound as I forced it deeper. Slowly, she relaxed until only the jewel was visible.

I chuckled as her sounds grew needier. I didn’t bother pulling out the small bead, pushing the toy into her opening while it stretched to accommodate both.

Gradually, I used it on her, never letting it get close to the other one, which I knew was driving her insane. Swallowing the groan at the sight of her stretched, sore pussy, I turned on the vibrator. And gods damn, she was drenched in her enticing arousal.

I’d wanted to hate watching her fuck Spyder, but she’d been hotter than hell. Taking us both and never begging for mercy had also shocked me, giving me new ideas on how to please her gluttonous appetite. She’d left me needing to reclaim her because she had enjoyed two of us pleasuring every inch of her tight, hot body.

I watched her slowly backing up onto the toy, chuckling at her readiness to be fucked. It wouldn’t come easily for her this time. Tonight, I was removing the other man from her mind, reminding her again to whom and what she belonged. I also needed to remind her why she couldn’t leave. I wouldn’t allow it, not even if I had to chain her up by the throat and attach the other end to my own.

“Who do you belong to, Lena?” I asked in a gravelly tone, unable to keep the edge of need from my voice.

“You,” she moaned in a manner that made my balls tighten with the need to drain inside her hungry throat.

“That’s my good girl,” I growled, leisurely using the toy while her body quivered with the need for more. Stroking my cock with my other hand, I shivered at how badly I wished to release my need inside of her welcoming heat. “I suggest you relax and stop clenching that tight pussy, Magdalena. It will be a long night of me utilizing it. I want your fingers to rub that clit of yours, slowly. I’m showering to rinse away the smell of stale sex and overly perfumed women that tried to take your place tonight, since you weren’t beside me. I hope that you’re over your anger by tomorrow so that you’re once again at my side when I am in the lower levels.” I exited the bedroom, leaving her in need of release. Lena looked as if she wanted to murder me, but then she usually did right before she fucked me as if her very existence depended on it.

I felt her anger, even though outwardly she expressed nothing. I hated making her realize I would not stand around and be her fucking savior. I knew I couldn’t prevent her family from perishing. I couldn’t intervene because no one stole from Death without repercussions. That asshole would have taken her because I’d have mortgaged my soul to get her back. And he fucking knew it.

Turning on the water, I stepped beneath the spray, letting it cleanse the smell of the debauchery from my flesh. The world shifted, and I smiled as the soft scent of baby powder filled the air. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around my hips before peering at my surroundings.

The space was decorated in soft colors, with a large four-poster bed against one wall. The blankets were the color of snow, with silver pillows covering the top. Chains sat hanging from the wood frame created to hold Lena.

On the wall were pictures of her I’d taken from the first time we’d met until now. I had crafted the entire room with her in mind, including the hidden panel that held items I’d retrieved from the cabin she’d lived in before it had blown up, splintering into nothing more than firewood.

A rocking chair sat beside the bed, one that I’d imagined her sitting in while holding our son. I’d wanted to tell Lena a million times, but until the threat of Lucifer and the other bastards hunting her was over, I wouldn’t chance our son’s life. Sliding my attention to where Harbinger laid in a protected incubator, I smiled as his little arms moved in sleep.

Magdalena had granted me the perfect son. He was tiny. He’d been just starting to grow within her womb when she’d given her life and his to save the world. She’d also done it to save me from having to murder my son.

She’d proven herself to me by her sacrifice, staring into my gaze as she’d ended her life. It still haunted my dreams, and even when awake, I could still see the look of love burning in her pretty tranquil sea-colored eyes.

The shadows behind the incubator moved, and I stared at the nanny who attended our son in his stasis. Larkin was a gentle soul, one I’d been given as a debt from Death. She’d been murdered because of the blood running through her veins, paying for the sins of her father. If she’d lived, she would have become the Queen of England, but she hadn’t realized her father’s murderous bride’s intent until death had claimed her.

She bowed, and her dark hair covered her face. Lifting her head after a moment, she smiled, which made her almond-shaped brown eyes sparkle. Then, stepping from the shadows, she slid her stare to my son, waiting for me to speak.

“How is the little prince today?” I asked, putting my hand on the incubator, watching the runes come to life with a blue glow, igniting a spell. The moment the magic lifted, I opened the door, placing my hand onto his slumbering form.

Lifting Harbinger from the incubator, I held him against my chest, inhaling his scent deeply. He had black hair, wispy but thick. His skin was soft and warm from being in the heated box. If he opened his eyes, they would be the color of the midnight skies, banked with sparkling golden flecks. Lena said it had looked like I’d swallowed the entire galaxy in my gaze, and she was damn close with her assessment. My son held the same power, which would be a gift and a curse.

Running my nose along the top of his head, I cradled him against my chest, closing my eyes. I’d never thought it possible to father a child, but Lena was a miracle, one that had given me the perfect son. I prayed he would hold the same belief in me that Lena did, and had the same fire that his mother held within her.

“He remains in stasis, Lucian,” Larkin stated, her soft voice echoing through the room. “Harbinger is strong, though, like his father. He fights the stasis in which the Sandman holds him. He says that our little prince is dreaming of his mother. To Harbinger, she is the world.”

“He’s not alone in thinking that,” I muttered, knowing how he felt. 

His baby-soft flesh reminded me of how precarious his life was at the moment. I’d brokered a deal with Death, and I wouldn’t undo it, either. Lena didn’t understand what coming back from the dead had done, creating a ripple that ended her line. I could have intervened, but not even I knew what price Death would ask for both of them back.

Her grandmother had known what was about to happen. I’d given her the option of dying with or without pain. She’d chosen well, and in doing so, she’d never felt or seen anything once the demon had taken possession of her body. Sarah had also left Lena a letter, as had Kendra. They’d understood why they were dying and that it was inevitable.

You didn’t escape death, and if you did, you paid a hefty price in doing so. I’d offered to prevent Kendra from joining the others, but she’d accepted what was coming.

I’d asked her to choose between herself, Magdalena, and both of their children. She’d chosen to follow her family and permitted me to protect the three who remained. I’d also asked more of Kendra, knowing that I’d need a way to save Lena in the event that something happened. 

Kendra had allowed me to place the runes on her wrist, freeing her soul to be reused inside her twin, which was a perfect match. She could never house enough to allow the seal to grasp onto, but there was a suitable amount to regrow Lena’s soul continually, so that she held her emotions. And as much as I needed Lena to think like an immortal, I loved her feelings because they were a part of what made Lena who she was. Kendra had agreed that Lena needed to remain herself to raise Makenna in her absence.

I lifted Harbinger higher into my arms, holding him to my chest to place my nose against his forehead. The thought of Lena finding out that our son was alive caused something within me to heat as warmth spread through me. I’d been cheated from seeing her swell with my child, carrying him inside her body. She’d been cheated of that too, and so much more.

Did I want to replace enough of her soul to allow her another child? Yes, but with the seal still inside of her, it wasn’t an option. We would create nothing more than a machine that focused on destruction, slaughtering anything and everyone that stood in its way. I couldn’t give her that. Neither could Lucifer.

Sitting in the rocking chair, I exhaled while listening to the sound of my son’s strong heart beating with the life flowing through him. I pushed my fingers through his dark, wispy hair while he made soft noises in sleep, his little mouth puckering as if he suckled nutrients. For several moments, I held his tiny, perfect form against my chest, knowing his mother waited for my return.

“Your mother loves you so much, son,” I admitted, kissing his forehead before leaning forward. I cradled him in my hands, staring down at his heart-shaped face and glowing eyes that studied me. “Hello, little one. I’m your daddy, and soon you’re going to meet the woman we both adore.” He watched me with galaxies burning in his gaze before his lips puckered and then spread into a smile. “You have her smile, Harbinger. Let’s pray you have her fight and integrity. She’s a beautiful being, inside and out. She loves you so much already. I’ll get through to her and make her see that you’re waiting for her.” His eyes closed, and I placed a soft kiss on his cheek before standing and making my way back to the incubator.

Carefully, I put him back into the box that could only be opened by me, Spyder, or his mother. I didn’t trust anyone else with his life. I’d brought him home, to my palace.

Here, he was protected by an army of souls indebted to me, but the idea of leaving him alone was unnerving. I’d done too much to lose him or Lena, and I wouldn’t, even if she wanted to go away from me. I’d built this room the same week I’d learned she hadn’t died. I created it to protect her from my enemies, but it would also serve as a pretty prison if she intended to leave me.

I hadn’t been willing to lose her then, and I sure as hell hadn’t changed my mind. Lena was embedded into my soul, ingrained into my life. The idea of her coming here to my home created excitement to see it through her eyes.

I had a feeling that she’d love it, simply because our son was here, and we’d be together. She was simplistic that way, and it was one thing that drew me to her. Lena didn’t need attention all the time, nor did she want fanfare. So long as she had people she loved close at hand, she was happy.

“Soon, his mother will join us here. Spyder will alert the palace before her arrival. You should begin removing those who are within it for now. I want it to be only us for the first few days to allow Lena some time to adjust. I want everything perfect for my Queen when she’s ready to let go of that world and become a part of this one.”

“She will be welcome here, Lucian. She is our Queen, and you are our King. I will see that this world is ready for her arrival, along with her new home. Should we prepare to seal off the entrances to the Clubs of Chaos, or do you intend to leave them open?”

“I will not cut her off from that world if she chooses me. If she is forced to stay, I will seal the portals within the realm, and that world will be closed off to us until otherwise needed. See that the bed I wanted for her is finished and positioned to view the left side of the palace.”

Placing my hands on the incubator, I locked my son into its protection, peering down at him for several moments. His eyes grew heavy from the heat inside, aided by the sleep sand that sat beneath his blanket. Once he was asleep, I turned on my heel, strolling back to the shower stall that opened into my home and Lena’s realm.