Revealing the Monster by Amelia Hutchins
Chapter Five
Secrets can either destroy the world or save it. It depends on the secret and who is keeping it. ~Lena
I stood in front of Lucian, stupefied by his words, with my jaw firmly planted on the floor. Spyder would choose death to protect me from a hypothetical problem that we didn’t even know would become an issue. Lucian watched me, noting how my head shook slowly, my mouth opening, but nothing came out. When the ridiculousness of the entire situation hit me, I laughed soundlessly.
“I will do it,” I stated, holding his gaze, unwavering in my declaration. “You cannot kill your best friend. I won’t allow it. Not when the answer to the problem is so easily remedied. If the bond breaks and Spyder is freed, then he won’t have to die or be reborn, right?”
“Lena, what is required, would not be something you’d want to do. Guilt is riding you. You’re not thinking with your head. You’re thinking with your heart.”
“I don’t have a heart, Lucian. I want to free Spyder. I want you and me to be done with this shit. I don’t want to lust after anyone else except you. We can’t keep dealing with this, and there’s one way out of it. We all fuck, recreate the spell, and see if it breaks the bond.”
“And you’d be able to go back to normal? You’re not that type of girl, Magdalena. You’re not built like that. Spyder won’t do it, and neither will I, unless you can honestly say you are okay with it. You’re not. I can see it in your eyes.”
I growled while strolling toward him, and he dropped his eyes to where the sides of my breasts were exposed. Lifting my hands, I started unbuttoning his shirt, then reached up to push his suit jacket off while he stood in place. He was giving me control, curious about what I would do once I’d stripped him naked.
“You think I’m not that kind of girl, Lucian? I wanted to fuck Spyder in Portland. I craved to feel him inside of me. I ached for him. My pussy clenched with desire for that monster to sate my hunger. Unfortunately, you weren’t there, and Spyder was.” I slid my hands over his exposed abs once they were freed from his shirt, feeling the power of his body at my fingertips. “It may have been the bond, but we don’t know that, do we?” I worked Lucian’s belt while he stood ramrod straight, shivering with anger at my words. It was palpable within the room, brushing through me while I taunted him, and I didn’t care.
He thought I was the same girl he’d met in the beginning, but I wasn’t her anymore. He’d opened my eyes to an entirely new world that had been right outside of the blinders I once wore. Lucian had awoken my inner goddess, and she was a dirty bitch with an insatiable appetite that wanted him and Spyder, violently.
I removed his belt, tossing it aside before working the buttons of his suit pants. Pushing them down, I grabbed his cock, jerking it hard as I peered up into his heady gaze. He pushed me away, watching me for a moment before he kicked off his boots and pants, standing before me, unclothed. He wasn’t entirely naked, though; he was dressed in rage with his heavy cock bobbing between us.
Lucian nude was a work of freaking art. He was bathed in ink and muscles, and both nipples held silver barbells that my tongue knew carnally. Stepping closer, he crossed his arms over his broad chest, daring me to take what I wanted. Like I wouldn’t? He was mine, as surely as I was his. I didn’t stop as I closed the distance between us without stripping. I didn’t need to. I’d forgone panties, tired of him ripping them off the moment we were alone.
Lucian sat on the bed, regarding me as I straddled him. I slipped one arm around his neck while the other adjusted his enormous cock against my opening. Fuck foreplay; I needed to feel him stretching me along with that delicious ache that burned within me when he entered my body.
I cried out when I pushed down onto his thickness, shuddering as my entire body screamed with pain and pleasure. He didn’t touch me, choosing to watch me take my pleasure. I lifted, rocking slowly against him as Awolnation’s Sail started playing on the stereo inside the bedroom.
My body used his to rock slowly to the beat. Lifting my other hand, I held both around his neck, locking our gazes while grinding myself onto the base of his cock. Lucian stared at me with heavy-lidded eyes. The sounds I made were growing louder, with short puffs of air that escaped my throat. Tension built in my center, but I refused to come, knowing he wanted it from me. Lucian was a giver, and he took pleasure in the dominance he radiated; watching me come made him burn hotter.
I moaned, slowly lifting and gripping his hair, forcing his eyes to where he stretched me full. He growled huskily from the sight of our bodies joining. Gradually, I rocked my way down the cock I was riding, not stopping until I was at the base, taking every inch of him into my tight sheath.
“You and me, we belong here in this room together,” I groaned, lifting to slide back down his length. “I want to be here with you, like this, together. I want to fuck you with no one else in this room or inside my fucking head, Lucian.”
“Is that what you want, Lena? Because it sounded like you wanted to fuck Spyder without me there. It sounded like a battle you wanted to lose.”
I laughed through a moan. Then, shaking my head, I clenched down on his cock, enjoying the loud hiss of air that escaped his throat. I gyrated slowly, using every move of my body to intensify what we felt and what we both wanted while somehow preventing us from coming.
“Not want to, need to lose. I needed Spyder to throw me down and fuck me hard. I wanted him to fucking destroy me. I wanted it more than I wanted air. I watched some stranger sucking his cock, and I wanted to be that girl. I wanted to bury his cock in my throat and swallow every fucking drop of his come until he begged me for mercy.”
Lucian’s teeth ground together loudly, glaring at me while I continued riding him. Lucian slammed his cock into me, smiling as I gasped at the pain. We both knew it was the bond, but it didn’t make it easier. He was punishing me, and I intended to love every moment of his roughness against my body.
“You think I’m the same girl that you met outside my ancestral home. I’m not. You corrupted me. You fucked me in front of an audience, and I fucking liked it,” I admitted, as his eyes narrowed on me. “I got off after I left you by imagining what they saw when you fucking owned me for the first time. I pleasured myself while picturing you fucking me on that stage, making me beg you to come. I got so wet that I could drown your ass between my thighs, prick. You made me yours, and I’d never felt so free in my entire life. I liked them watching you play with me, knowing they could never touch me because I was already yours.” I lifted slowly, rocking all the way back down to his base. “You liked it too, didn’t you? You liked them seeing your fingers stretching my pussy, preparing my body for you as I sat on your lap. That’s why you did it, wasn’t it? You enjoy making people crave what belongs to you, and only you.”
“You never told me that,” he accused, his jaw clenching with his desire to throw me down and dominate me. It was in his genetic makeup, the need to own and dominate. It was who he was and what had attracted me to him.
Lucian wasn’t a Dom; he was just naturally dominant. But there was also a side of him that played and catered to an audience. He’d spread my body for that room, showing them my most private part, and then he’d forced me to ride his fingers while they’d watched us. I’d come three times later the next day, alone inside my cabin. I’d imagined him using me in the same room with those people, them begging him to taste me, and him denying them as he fucked me.
“And admit that I actually liked it? That it turned me on? I was naïve, and I thought it wasn’t right to have an audience. I was a prude witch, and you liked that about me. You enjoyed corrupting that sweet little girl that hadn’t ever had an orgasm.”
“You’re fucking damn right I did,” he chuckled, slamming up to meet my descent. “You were so fucking easy to corrupt, just begging to be freed of that propriety in which you clung. I enjoy your dark side, but I don’t like sharing you or it with anyone else, Lena.”
“I’m not that naïve girl you first met, Lucian. I’m yours. You know that. I want this with you. Right now, I’m fucking you and wishing Spyder was here with us. I know that isn’t me. I’m fully aware that it’s the bond working. I want it gone so that it’s just you and I in here.”
“You really shouldn’t say shit like that when you’re riding my cock, Lena,” Lucian warned, his eyes burning with the fiery flames of his soul. “You only want it because you don’t want to see him hurt.”
“Spyder shouldn’t be punished for protecting me,” I argued, slowing my hips to cup Lucian’s face between my palms. “And neither should we be, anymore. I knew I wanted you from the first moment our lips met. I fought it, and I am not the least bit sorry that I lost the fight to you. From the first time you kissed me, that delicious taste of darkness that came with your kiss told me I was utterly fucked. After you took me to heaven inside that club, I knew I’d want no one but you again. I’d have sold my soul to Lucifer for another taste of your lips, and I wouldn’t have regretted it one bit. That’s how screwed I was the day I first met you, Lucian. I looked into your eyes, and I saw my future with you. I didn’t even know your name, but I knew I belonged with you.”
Lucian’s jaw clenched as he leaned forward, claiming my mouth in a soul-crushing kiss. His tongue slipped past my lips, tangling with mine as he stroked it, rocking his hips. I moaned, unable to fight against the tension building in my center.
This man had stolen my soul long before death had ever claimed it. He’d knocked me off my feet, leaving me floating in a cloud of never-ending need and protection that I’d never felt before. I hadn’t even realized I was missing what he gave me, not until I’d lost everything to protect him. So now I’d do anything to keep Lucian and what he offered me.
Lucian pulled his lips away from mine, watching as my tears slipped free. “I want forever with you, and only you. I sacrificed my life to free you from a situation in which I had no business being dragged. Do you think I wouldn’t do the same for Spyder? We did this to him. You and I, because I was gullible and couldn’t tell the difference between the Devil and the man I craved more than life.”
“And if it means being with both of us?” he asked, watching me closely. “What happens then, Lena? I won’t share you with Spyder more than once. If we do this, it’s a one-time thing between us. You’re mine, and only mine, Little Witch.”
“Then we’ve bought time to figure out how to end the mating link to Spyder. You’re afraid that I won’t be able to stand myself if I do this. You’re wrong. I am sexually curious and a red-blooded woman. I have had fantasies of you both with me, and I woke up drenched from them, fucking you with arousal coating my pussy from imaging the both of you inside of me. I was with the Devil and Hades simultaneously, and I liked it, or I did, until it turned into a fucking horror show. Fact. It was hot, and I enjoyed them pleasuring me together, Lucian. I thought it was you, and until I figured out that it wasn’t, I was okay with it because you were with me.”
He growled, flipping me onto my back, staring down with rage peering out at me. His hands grabbed my wrists, smashing them down onto the bed, sending pain rocking through me. He slammed home into my body punishingly. I whimpered, shivering against him as he glared down, actually angry with what I’d said, no matter if it was the truth I’d whispered.
“We’re not talking about you and Luc fucking, ever again. You keep it up, and you won’t be walking for weeks, no matter how quickly you heal.” The warning in his tone only pissed me off more. It made me want him to carry out his threat.
“What’s the matter? Don’t like the naughty bitch you created? Or are you mad I am no longer the naïve little girl you first met?”
“I’m fucking furious that I’m aroused at the idea of watching you get fucked. You don’t think the bond is feeding me the same fucking shit you guys see in your heads? I assure you, I’ve imagined burying myself in that tight ass of yours while Spyder wrecks your pussy. I craved to hear you begging us for mercy, and we sure as shit wouldn’t offer you any. I woke up after having that dream, and I fucked you just like I’d dreamed of us together. That didn’t mean I was okay with it, because I know you’re not. I know you, Lena. You think you’re okay with it, but what if we’re fucking stuck together? You’re only thinking about the bond, but you mated with Spyder, too. We don’t know how to end that; no one does because it hasn’t ever happened before.”
“You’re wrong. If I had to ride Spyder’s cock into a war, I’d drain his balls while waging that battle to free him. I would. If that’s the cost of him getting the fuck out of our bed, I’ll do so, and I will enjoy every moment of it while you watch it happening.”
He slammed into my body again, making the tension in my belly unfurl until I was helpless to ignore the pleasure he created. Lucian stared into my gaze while forcing the orgasm to rip through me violently. The moment it started, he held me captive within it, slamming against my opening as my walls clenched, greedily sucking against his thick cock. The veins on his neck pulsed, and he threw his head back, growling as he unleashed hell on my body.
His grip on my wrists intensified, and my back arched off of the bed. Lucian didn’t stop, and he damn sure didn’t fear hurting my new body as he vigorously fucked me until I mewled and whimpered his name. My channel tightened and released as he hammered into it, forcing me over the edge with him. Our bodies were covered in sweat, my dress clinging to my skin, drenched from round one of being owned.
“You’re sure that you want this? That you’re not just saying it because you don’t want Spyder to die?”
“Of course, I don’t want him to die.” I watched the turbulence of emotions playing in Lucian’s eyes as he released my hands. I cupped my palms against his cheeks, smiling as tears escaped. “He’s your best friend, your most powerful ally, and we’re about to wage war against the Devil. Spyder is in this situation because of me, Lucian. If I can free him, I want to do that. If it takes one night of really dirty sex, and I get to experience something like that with both of you once, I’m okay with that. I am yours, and you know that to be true. Being with him won’t alter that; it won’t change us. I know who I belong to and where I belong, which is with you. I’m not afraid that it will alter anything between us, because we’re strong together. I trust you, and you trust me. I know you are mine, and I know you’re trying to protect me, but you’re not. The cost is one night for the life of your best friend, a man who’s helped me through some of the darkest times of my life. Spyder did the honorable thing and got a shit hand of cards because of it. I can do what’s right and try to restack the deck in his favor. I can do this and let him go because it is the proper thing to do here, and you know it too.”
“Others will know what we’ve done,” he warned, watching me for any sign of weakness. Lucian was a predator, and he would go for blood if I allowed him to see that I feared being with them both simultaneously.
“You once told me that no one else’s opinions mattered and that their perception of our sexual needs didn’t mean shit, that they didn’t exist here, with us,” I replied softly, searching his face. “I know what you meant now. You were right. They don’t exist here, and their knowledge of our sex life is irrelevant. I no longer care what people think about what we do. I enjoy sex, and I don’t care who knows how much of a freak I am anymore. I only care about what you think of me and that you know this won’t change us. I know because we’re stronger than that. You and I, we’ve been through hell, and we’re still together.”
“We won’t go easy on you,” he laughed, his eyes darkening with lust and warning. “For that one night, you won’t be mine if this happens. You will be ours. Nothing will be off-limits, Lena. It will be open season on your body, and there will be no mercy, no safe word to protect you. After it is over, it doesn’t happen ever again. To save Spyder’s life, I will allow it to happen. I won’t ever share you again, not with him, and not with anyone else. Do you understand me? You’re mine, and only mine, Magdalena.”
“Good, because I don’t want any mercy from either of you,” I whispered huskily, letting him hear the lust rushing through me. “I like when you hurt me. I enjoy pleasure and pain, and I enjoy when you unleash your aggression on my body. I was made for you, and you’re not gentle. Plus, I don’t break easily anymore.” I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth as he pulled back, smiling wickedly as he peered between our bodies where he sat cradled in my pussy.
“Let’s test that theory, shall we?”
