Institute of Supernaturals: Savage Page 13

  I didn’t think I could wait.

  “It’ll be worth it,” he promised as he took my hand.

  I begrudgingly allowed him to lead me out of my room, not caring that I only had panties on. The guys had seen me naked already, I doubted they’d be worried.

  Tristan kept giving me devilish glances over his shoulder as we headed for the staircase to the ground floor. At least we weren’t using the main one at the center of the house that lead to the front door, we were using the smaller one at the end of the hall.

  When we reached the ground floor, he spun me up against the wall, pressing his body against me as he captured my mouth. His smooth lips were hot and sweet, tasting of cherries. Wonder what he’d had for breakfast? A quick poke around revealed waffles with a cherry topped vanilla milkshake.

  Seemed we were welcome to make breakfast ourselves, since Dominic had informed the guys that Mr Oxley was away for a few days.

  Strange, I’d known nothing about this until now.

  My mind fell away as Tristan deepened our kiss, his hand sliding down to hook my leg over his waist. His fingers grazed across my bare thigh, teasing me as heat coursed through me.

  He broke the kiss to give me a crooked smile.

  “Dominic is still funny about you, I spoke to him though. Told him we’re still allowed to play too,” he said as he kissed the tip of my nose.

  I wasn’t the least bit jealous about that, but more frustrated that Dominic was keeping me out of the loop of things. I’d wanted to talk to Mr Oxley more, learn more about myself. Find out how they were going with tracking down my family.

  “I think that’s why he’s away, something to do with your family,” Tristan offered as he stroked my cheek with one finger. That was something then, but I hated waiting. Patience was never my strong suit.

  Tristan stepped back, and the loss of his warmth made me reach out for him, but he just took my hand.

  “We’re going to the dungeon,” he said playfully, wagging his eyebrows at me.

  “This place has a dungeon?” I scoffed.

  “Well, it’s my dungeon, I set it up. I use it for my studies too on demon stuff. Demon-born can learn some pretty wicked spells, so I needed a place to practice in quiet, where it was safe,” he said. Now I was curious. What kind of spells?

  I poked into his mind, seeing books about darker magic, animating corpses for short periods and such. Not necromancy, as it wasn’t full revival or reanimation. It was only momentary, along with summoning spirits to battle and more. Pretty cool stuff.

  “It is,” he agreed as we stopped before a door. One I’d looked into just yesterday, but hadn’t really explored it. It had just looked like a small study room like many of the others scattered throughout the building.

  “C’mon,” Tristan tugged me after him, and I groaned as my body ached for something else.

  We marched through the study, the morning sunlight spilling through the ceiling high windows.

  “Here,” Tristan halted before the wall off to the right.

  “Here…?” I arched a brow at the wall.

  Tristan chuckled as he yanked the end book on the nearby shelf.

  The wall groaned, and then clicked open, a panel of it coming free. I hadn’t even seen a seam in the cream wall to suggest there was a door here.

  “Magic,” Tristan shrugged, but the sly smile he was giving me made my blood bubble in excitement.

  So the mansion had secret passageways. Good to know. Guess I had some hunting around to do.

  Tristan led me down the dark, gloomy staircase, and we reached a wooden door at the bottom.

  He twisted the knob and pushed it open, and I blinked as my eyes began adjusting to the darkness. That was ruined when he flicked a light switch on the wall, and the room was brightened in warm candle-like lighting.

  My mouth watered at the velvety bed on the far side, the royal red heart shaped headboard catching my attention, but then my eyes swept across the room, and my legs trembled at the sight.

  Holy. Fucking. Hell.

  I was in the demon’s lair.

  22

  Tristan led me over to the massive butcher hook hanging from the ceiling, a wooden table before it with a wooden chest on it. The room had all sorts of bondage stuff in it, from a hanging swing with cuffs to a cage on the far wall with pink fluffy cuffs dangling inside it.

  Not to mention the array of whips, knives, and other unique items on the walls.

  “Study my ass,” I breathed as I took in the devilishly arousing room. My insides whooped at this, and my mind jumped to all the fun things we could do down here.

  “I can do that if you want,” Tristan said cooly as he turned to his wooden chest. He ran his fingers along it, sighing before turning to me with a glint in his eye.

  “Let’s get naked.”

  I laughed at the amusing way he said it, but I tugged my shirt and panties off, my lady parts dripping in anticipation as heat sparked through me from his fiery look.

  Those eyes burned over me, and I felt like he was checking over a piece of meat before he strung it up.

  ‘Trust me, love?’ he asked as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

  I nodded, biting hard on my lip at the agonizingly slow way he was undressing. Trust was not how I’d say I felt. I trusted myself to be able to handle him if needed. Trusting another was a different story.

  Those hot eyes bore into me, that sultry smile revealing his perfect teeth as he made his way through all his buttons. I wanted to step forward and yank it undone, not caring if I broke the buttons, but something urged me to stop.

  That demonic stare he was giving me.

  My chest thudded as his eyes flooded with black, a hellfire igniting in those irises.

  “Time to taste my world,” he growled softly as he moved forward. He trailed one finger seductively down my chin and between my breasts, and I quivered longingly at his touch. I knew I could overpower him and take him right now, but I wanted to see what he had in store for me. To say I was excited was an understatement.

  He turned away from me, opening up the chest and sifting through its contents. I heard the jangle of metal on metal, and I shivered as he produced a length of chain.

  “Hands,” he demanded as he turned back, those eyes burning with lust and something else. Something much darker.

  Guess I was about to see just who my little demon-born was.

  He produced a red slip of satin material as he set the chain on the table. I offered my hands, and he shook his head as he used his foot to pull a stool out from beneath the table.

  “I’m stringing you up,” he stated, and I licked my lips as he pushed the stool towards me.

  I climbed up on it, shivering in the coolness of the room as I stood naked over him. The stool was long, and he stepped up beside me and ran a tantalizing finger down my side.

  “Arms up,” he purred, and I did as asked. “And hold your hands together.”

  He tied the satin material around my wrists and over the hook, then moved away to grab the chains. He continued my binding in chain instead, and I found my body was screaming for some attention now. Demanding more as his fingers brushed over my wrists and arms, straying down my sides to tease me.

  And this bondage style? It was rather new to me, and I was exhilarated by it.

  My breath came in short bursts as he eased the stool out from beneath my feet, and I slipped off it, the chains straining against my wrists. At least the satin was stopping it from pinching, but I held my hands together to ease some of the strain.

  “Now who looks delectable?” he said, his voice husky and dripping with desire as he stepped back to survey me.

  I nibbled on my lip, feeling like a piece of meat strung up before him.

  But there was something raw and enticing about it, and my body thrummed with longing and desperation now.

  “You like some pain, don’t you?” he mused as he leaned back on the table, his hands planted either side of him as he ran his ton
gue over his lower lip, making me whimper.

  He knew I did. He knew that the pain mixed with pleasure was something I loved. Hell, I loved all sex to be honest, but there was something totally animalistic and dangerous about it, about the pain mixed in.

  “I practiced some demon magic, creating these,” he purred as he reached into the chest and withdrew two blades.

  I’d never seen anything like them, as he moved them, they seemed to flutter like smoke. But when they were still, they resembled two daggers.

  “What are they?” I asked, my voice low as I took in his drop dead gorgeous sight. He was inspecting the blades, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his toned, hairless chest and abs. Those jeans were strained against his erection despite holding the blades. He abandoned one on the table, those bottomless voids in place of his eyes focusing on me, the glint of hellfire flickering in them as he smirked.

  “Demon torture blades. They inflict pain without causing any actual damage,”he said, and then plunged the blade into his side.

  I gasped, straining against my bindings as he hissed, but a deep, dark chuckle rumbled through him, making my blood run cold. I watched as the blade slid out, leaving a jagged black mark across his skin. And it faded away right before my eyes.

  “Pain but no damage,” he repeated.

  Well. Guess someone had a serious kink.

  I stared at him, and those eyes wavered momentarily.

  “Not something you want to try,” his voice lost some of that devilish intrigue as his smile faltered.

  “Not something I’ve done before, but try me,” I murmured, steeling myself.

  “I won’t hurt you if you don’t want it, Sav,” he sighed as he slouched back against the table, seeming deflated.

  “Show me what you want to do to me,” I purred, trying to tempt that devilish demon back.

  He looked up at me, those black pools flickering.

  He stepped forward, trailing the tip of the blade down my chest and navel.

  I shuddered as the cool blade brushed over my skin.

  And yet, I trusted him, somehow. Something I’d never felt before. I knew he’d do me no real harm, nothing I couldn’t recover from.

  He was my mate now, and we were bonded whether we wanted to be or not.

  ‘I’m not complaining,’ he thought.

  Neither was I. The frequent sex with no murder was quite nice. I could get used to this.

  Without the stool holding me up, I was hanging at the perfect height for him, and if I strained real hard, I could almost touch the floor with my big toe.

  Tristan claimed my mouth, the heated kiss making my body arch.

  How I wanted to hold his face as I kissed him.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he ground into my wet arousal as he moaned into my mouth.

  I gasped against his lips as a sharp pain sliced down my back.

  I trembled at the scorching heat that stung my flesh, but then it faded away as quickly as it came.

  “Do you like it?” Tristan purred against my lips.

  “Do it again,” I answered huskily.

  The pain had been intense, but nowhere near as bad as I’d expected.

  “I may have tampered with the magic to lower the pain. I want them more as toys rather than tools,” he murmured as moved to nibble on my earlobe.

  I growled as he tugged my head back by my hair.

  He dragged his teeth down my throat, and I moaned as his fingers danced over my navel.

  I ground against his jeans, and he removed his shirt as he grunted.

  “You going to fuck me?” I growled, craving him inside me. This taunting was too much.

  “Eventually, my love,” he chuckled as he unclasped my legs from his waist.

  I grumbled in annoyance, but he unbuttoned his jeans, watching me with a burning intensity as he slowly slid them down. I sucked in my lip as that dick stood tall, throbbing as he cocked his head at me.

  His small patch of pubic hair was quite attractive on him, bushier than my tiny little tuft I kept well-trimmed.

  He moved forward, rubbing his erection against my inner thigh temptingly.

  I went to wrap my legs around his waist, but he moved away, circling me as I hung before him.

  “Oh no love, I’m going to enjoy you,” he growled, his voice deep and dark.

  I shivered at the promise.

  The sharp pain seared through my shoulder blade, and I bit my lip as I arched against it. Then his warm, soft lips were kissing over the phantom wound, his tongue snaking out to lick my skin.

  “You taste sweet,” he growled.

  He continued teasing me, slicing my skin softly then kissing me, the change between pain and soft affection making my body arch and tremble.

  Then he was upon my breasts, dragging the blade around the nipple, making me strain against my bindings.

  He began suckling, biting down on the nipple almost painfully as I cried out. I wanted desperately to pull his body against mine, to slide that delicious dick inside me.

  He chuckled against my breast, and I moaned at the vibrations coursing through my flesh.

  “Fuck me already,” I groaned.

  “We’re getting there,” he breathed.

  I moaned as he slid down my body, kneeling before me as his hands slid down my stomach and thighs.

  He slowly spread my legs, rumbling at the sight of my dripping desire.

  “I’ve heard stories that kitsunes taste sweeter than other supes, something to do with their high sexual desire,” he murmured as he kissed my inner thigh.

  I was on the verge of wrapping my legs around his head and riding his face.

  Tristan stroked the spot where my thigh met my lady parts, and then he dropped it back, replacing the touch with the tip of his blade.

  I froze as he used it to slice a small cut on my thigh, and the sting made me gasp, followed by the expected gentle kiss.

  Then it was moving back to my lady area, nudging my folds as he studied me.

  I dare not breathe with that blade right there, my chest holding steady with a lungful of air as I tried to look down at him. I could just see his dark brown hair, slicked back and looking fancy as fuck.

  Then the blade fell away, swiping harshly at my thigh.

  I cried out at the harsher pain than the others, but then moaned blissfully as his mouth covered my clit.

  He suckled and licked, swirling his tongue over my precious pearl as I strained and tugged at my restraints.

  The blade continued slicing at my inner thighs, the pain mingling with sweet sensations building upon my climax.

  I writhed as he worked on me, and then moaned loudly as he finally inserted a finger, followed by a second.

  He stroked my walls, finding my special spot as he continued working on my clit with his mouth and slicing my thighs.

  All the sensations merged together in an epic bundle of pain and intense pleasure, and my body shook and twisted as my orgasm neared.

  I’d never had anything like this before, and the sensations were overwhelming.

  Then it all fell away as he rose to claim my mouth, and I sighed in content as he slid his cock inside me with ease.

  He yanked my legs up so that my ankles were just over his shoulder as he pounded into me.

  I was beyond thankful I was flexible enough for this.

  I moaned and spasmed as he hammered into me, hungrily kissing my mouth, his tongue exploring as his moans mingled with my own.

  I gasped against his hot mouth, crying out as my orgasm was nearly upon me.

  ‘Let me in!’ he snarled, and I sensed his mind trying to push into mine. Not just his mind, his everything, his soul and being.

  I didn’t stop him, and his soul mingled with my own, taking over my body.

  Possession, that’s what it was.

  The orgasm that tore through me made me scream, the pain and pleasure tearing me in two as it crackled through me like electricity.

  Our bodies were jo
ined, both in the grips of orgasmic bliss as fire danced before my eyes. Darkness swirled around me, the tendrils stroking me with delicate affection, each touch sending more pleasure shooting through me as my body convulsed.

  This strange union lasted for what seemed like forever, but eventually he slid out of my mind, the strangely tender darkness withdrawing with him.

  I sagged against him, panting heavily as my entire body ached.

  “What the fuck was that?” I rasped, gasping for air as Tristan clung to me, his head resting on my shoulder as his body heaved.

  “A semi possession, I can’t fully possess you because of what you are, but with your allowance, I can partially enter you. I had a feeling it would feel amazing,” he murmured.

  “Just a feeling?” I released a sharp laugh, followed by more mouthfuls of sweet air. My body was slick with sweat now, and I closed my eyes as my body shuddered from the aftermath.

  Tristan slowly pulled out and lowered my legs down, then he set his blade carefully back in the wooden chest.

  I lolled my head back, drawing in sweet air as sweat trickled down my body.

  Whatever that had been, had been pure awesome.

  He moved the stool closer, and my feet found their foothold.

  “Thank you for allowing me to do that, love. It’s not easy to find someone who will let you be yourself,” he murmured as he kissed my neck sweetly.

  I sighed as he began undoing my chains, and I found my wrists and hands were aching from being strung up for so long.

  “You know just who I am,” I said softly. They knew the good and the bad, my boys. They’d come along and revealed the truth to me.

  Tristan let me down once he’d undone all my restraints, and he deposited the tools into the chest, shutting the lid with a gentle thud.

  He turned back to me, taking my hand and helping me off the stool. My legs were weak, and he held me to his chest as he kissed my hair.

  “Such a beautiful little fox,” he murmured as he nuzzled my head.

  “Such a devilish little demon,” I retorted, and his warm arms tightened around me.

  Right here, I felt it.