Hate by K.A Knight
Ilead Jair to Dume’s cell and slip back inside. He’s waiting for me and covers the distance in two strides, pulling me into his arms and kissing me so hard I swoon. He releases me and looks at Jair. “Dume, this is Jair.”
Dume smiles. “So you like the name?”
“I do.” Jair nods and then bows with an old-style flourish that has lust shooting through me. I can imagine him back then, at a court in a fancy outfit with music playing as he bows before we dance.
Dume bows awkwardly in return and grins at the man. “Nice to meet you, I am Dume of the Labyrinth, another of Dawn’s mates.”
“How many do you have?” Jair questions, not angry but curious.
“A few.” I shrug, not wanting to stir anyone’s jealousies. “Are you okay?” I ask Dume, aware I’ve been gone a while.
“Of course, Draya, you?” he rumbles and I sigh, snuggling closer to him, having to crane my neck back to meet his gaze.
“I am now,” I answer.
“Do you want me to wait outside?” Jair queries, again not appearing to be jealous—it seems my vamp can share.
“No, it’s okay,” I tell him, and hold my hand out to him from Dume’s embrace. He hesitates before taking it and pressing me between them, making me sigh in happiness. “We are doing it tomorrow morning,” I inform Dume. “Tonight we will free all the monsters down here. Let’s show them exactly what they have been keeping imprisoned. You can’t break or tame a monster.”
“I am with you always, Draya.” Dume nods. “Tomorrow we will head to battle.”
“Battle...yeah, I guess we will,” I agree, and then it seems to hit me. We will be taking on the council, some of the most powerful members of the supernatural community. Even with my powers and my mates, we might get hurt.
We might die.
But I have to, what they are doing is wrong. I have to stop it because no one else seems to be stepping up to do it, and I have people depending on me. BB, all the girls we rescued. Jair. Griffin. Nos. Kelly. All of them and many, many more.
I feel a sudden rush of panic, of utter need to keep them close. To feel them against me, to know they are okay. I can’t lose them, they are my life. All of them. I need them now more than ever.
“Shh, my love, we aren’t going anywhere,” Jair murmurs, kissing my head.
“Draya,” Dume rasps, and I look up at him.
“What does that mean?” I finally inquire, trying to distract myself.
“It means goddess, that is what you are.” My heart bursts as he cups my cheek and I lean into his touch. “I have lived on my knees for a queen once, Dawn, and I promised myself never again. You don’t ask for that, but I would fall to them gladly right now for you, my goddess.”
I gasp and he leans down, pressing his lips to mine. “I would live on them, I would die on them if that is what you wanted, just to be close to you. To keep you. Draya, my goddess.”
“We are here, we are not leaving your side. I have faced death on many occasions, my love, and I will face it again—this time, for you. What more of a noble cause is there?” Jair asks, and I swear if they weren’t holding me up, I’d be at their feet. The love, the passion from them wraps around me until I feel so safe and cared for.
Even in the most unlikely of places, who knew you could find such love in darkness?
“Prove it,” I demand, my voice strong. “On your knees,” I order, and he grins against my lips and falls to them instantly, his head still level with my shoulders as he peers up at me, giving me all the control.
But when faced with death, I find myself wanting to try everything, to be together for once. Fully. Wholly.
Grabbing Jair’s hands, I drag them up my body until he covers my breasts. I let go and he groans, his fingers rolling my nipples as I watch Dume. His eyes flash red as he watches the other man’s hands on my breasts.
“Let me taste you,” he rumbles, my bull asking.
“Open your thighs,” Jair murmurs, kissing along my neck before dragging his fangs back along the column of my throat, making me moan as my head drops back to his shoulder, my eyes still on Dume.
“I need—” I groan as Jair flicks my nipples and digs his fang in deeper, but he doesn’t break the skin like I wish he would. “I need to test these powers in me, I need to free everyone.”
“There’s time, my love, but right now we are asking you to let us worship you. To show our mate just what we are fighting for,” Jair growls from behind me, his body pressed against my back. I can feel his hardness through his tattered trousers.
“Who am I to stop that?” I tease as I part my thighs. Jair’s hands glide down and push them farther open, my slickness already coating my tender flesh.
Dume presses closer, his rough hands gripping my thighs as he sits on his heels. But he’s still too big. He grunts and lifts me, pushing me up against Jair, and throws my legs over his shoulders until his face is level with my pussy.
One flick of my bull’s clever tongue has me moaning. His thick fingers push against my opening, just pressing as he lashes my clit with sure, harsh strokes. Bucking, I rub myself on his face as Jair continues rolling and tweaking my nipples, his fangs dragging back and forth across my skin.
“More!” I demand.
Dume growls, blowing hot smoke over my pussy, which has me screaming. His fingers slip inside my wet heat, stretching me, the pain is delicious. Jair licks my throbbing vein before sucking it into his mouth, making my eyes close as I shiver, caught between them, unable to move.
Completely at their mercy.
Dume flattens his tongue and presses it to my clit, holding it there as he growls, the tremor of the vibrations making me jerk as I clench around his fingers, panting and twisting in their grasps. More, I need more. I need everything.
They must know, because Jair suddenly strikes, burying his fangs in my throat and drinking as Dume sucks my clit between his lips. The draw of Jair’s mouth sends shockwaves of pain and pleasure shooting through my body, meeting the fire already burning low in my belly from Dume. It’s the last spark it needs to ignite, I scream as I come, writhing as Jair drains me, drinking my blood while Dume drinks my cream.
It’s a circle, around and around, building to something until Jair breaks it by pulling away. Dume sits back and helps me to unsteady feet, but I fall to my knees. Turning my head, I see Jair’s chin and mouth sparkling with my red blood, so stark against his pale skin. “What was that?” he pants, licking his lips.
I shake my head, unable to speak, but Dume does. “Power,” he rumbles as I turn to see him, his chin and lips glistening with my release. “Power that needs to get out, to be let out. She needs us.”
“Then let’s not keep her waiting,” Jair replies with a smirk and a twinkle in his eyes. “I want her mouth.”
I shiver at that…does he mean? Oh, fuck yes! “Yes,” I hiss. “Dume, I want you in my pussy.” Flipping over, I wiggle my ass at him, ready on all fours, aching for his thick cock to fill me, to stretch me only the way his bull can. To feel him transform behind me to just an animal rutting with his mate. To look into Jair’s eyes as it’s my turn to drink, to suck him so deeply his essence mingles with mine.
Jair groans at the sight as he grabs his hard cock, stroking the length as he watches me. Crawling towards him, I clutch onto his legs as I roll my eyes back to meet his glowing ones, mine, undoubtedly, doing the same. “Does your cum taste as good as your blood?” I murmur silky, and dart my tongue out to lick the mushroom head of his cock where a bead of precum sits.
“Mmm,” I groan, closing my eyes and savouring his taste before blinking them open. I meet his eyes again with a smirk. “Even better, but…” Darting forward, I bite the skin of his stomach, making him yell as his hips jerk forward. I dig my teeth in until the metallic tang of his blood bursts into my mouth, and I release a groan. His hands yank on my hair, not to pull me away, but to drag me closer. Laughing, I pull away, licking my lips as I watch the ruby red of his blood trail down his stomach to his cock, dripping on it. “Better.” I laugh.
Just then a large, heavy hand comes down across my ass and exposed pussy. “Stop teasing him, Draya,” Dume scolds, and I grin up at Jair. His fangs are hanging down over his lips, his eyes red and wild, his chest heaving.
“But he loves it,” I purr as Jair’s hands tighten in my hair, dragging me closer to his cock.
Dume growls, grabbing my hips, his grasp denting the bones there with the force of his hold, and it makes me push back, wetness dripping from my pussy. I love their harsh, mean hands, their utter raw, primal need. It reminds me that I’m alive in the midst of such death and destruction.
I feel his monstrous cock press against my pussy, forcing it to stretch around the tip, but then he stills. Fuck that. I wink up at Jair as I slam myself backwards, impaling myself on his giant cock.
He groans, his hands cutting into my skin, the scent of my blood filling the air as he rips through me. Panting, I hang my head, moaning in pain and pleasure—fuck yes. This is what I need.
He doesn’t wait, no, he trusts me to know what I can handle. He holds me still for his cock as he pulls out and slams back in, the sound of our skin slapping together loud in the room.
Jair wrenches my head up, snarling, “Suck my cock, mate.”
He prods my mouth with it, demanding entrance. I keep my lips closed for a moment to see what he’ll do. I like this side of him. He wrenches my head closer, making pain shoot through my scalp, and prods at my lips, painfully so. Almost laughing, I part them, and he surges inside, forcing his cock down my throat.
I swallow him. He bumps the back of my throat and I hollow my cheeks, sucking him down until my lips meet his base. He groans as my throat constricts around his cock. Breathing through my nose, I pull back, scraping me teeth down his length, making him jerk in my mouth and groan above me.
Dume snarls as I clench at the sound, and he loses all restraint, slamming inside of me over and over, forcing me to swallow Jair’s cock deeper. I have no choice but to just hold on, my mouth and pussy theirs to fuck. I accept it, knowing I have no way to control this, no way to fight this.
Being dominated.
Whimpering, I push back into Dume’s thrusts, loving it. That last edge of always being in control, of always being looked to, falls away. With them I’m nothing more than their mate. There are no expectations. I lose myself in them, in their hands and cocks, just feeling each glide of Jair’s cock into my mouth as it matches Dume’s punishing thrusts. Their rough hands add the edge of pain I love, the blood and scent of sex filling the air until I’m drunk on it.
Dume’s cock drags along those nerves inside me that have me lighting up, screaming around Jair’s cock as his blood and my saliva drip down my chin. I feel that same power rise again, and with nothing else to focus on, I watch it swirl inside me before moving to Jair and then back to me and then Dume. Again and again, it washes through us. They feel it. I see it on Jair’s face, feel it in the clenching of Dume’s hands. In his fast, hard thrusts which are picking up speed. As it gets stronger, we draw closer to our releases. It builds in us, dragging us nearer, nearer, nearer until, with screams, we all explode.
Power and cum.
It surges from us, splintering out like a shockwave. My eyes are locked closed, my body jerking and draining of both power and energy until, finally, it’s over. My mouth is filled with Jair’s cum and I swallow it as I feel Dume’s cock filling my pussy. They both pull away and we collapse.
Holy fuck.
