บท 17: Lust Of Troubles

VALENTINA

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The floor moved beneath me and I staggered into the arms of whosoever it was that had held their arms opened for me.

I didn't even know how I got here and I didn't care.

A pair of cold lips slammed against mine and with much eagerness, I moved my lips to the hungry rhythm.

There were hands on my body, so many hands I couldn't count, my fogged brain wouldn't let me.

There was something in the air that I kept breathing in and kept allowing to fúck up my logical thinking system.

Whatever it was, I liked it and wanted more.

The hisses that cut through the air and seeped straight into my ear made me jumped, but the hands holding me stilled me to a spot, while cold lips connected to my exposed skin. On my hands, legs, thighs and even along my collar bone.

I shut, my closed eyes even more, fighting the painful feeling that crawled under my skin.

I felt a tongue move over the top of my ear and I shivered, as hands cupped my exposed breasts, skimming over my nipples, warm breath brushing my skin as words were been pressed into my pores.

"Tell me what you--" the voice stopped abruptly and the next thing I heard were hisses.

Countless.

Sharp and loud.

There were almost no lips on my skin anymore and my I gritted my teeth from the pain that crossed even more in my veins.

"Leave!" A voice thundered.

That wasn't Safiyah's.

I forced my eyes open, at the loud abnormal scream that pierced through my ears.

A hand was sticking out of someone's back with something bloodied in it's claws. With a yank, the hand was gone and the body fell to the floor, limp.

My lips trembled at the sight but even the threat of death didn't stop the heat that rushed to my core, as I pushed myself against any contact that I could find. The scales that moved against my skin gave me immediate comfort but immerse pain when they moved even slightly away.

Could someone just fuck me already?!

"We want no trouble, Incubus. Leave."

"You have something of mine." Rowan's voice brought my attention back to him. My hands moved up to the ones that were still holding me towards them, I tilted my head up to the face. It wasn't Safiyah, but a man who had his face covered in yellow scales.

I should be replused.

I should run from the monstrous glint in his eyes.

He looked like he wanted to devour me and leave my empty body behind when he was done.

I should be terrified and pull away from him.

I wasn't sure if I felt any of those or if I didn't, but one thing I was sure about was that one word that blurted right out of my mouth without going through my brain first.

"Please."

Or maybe it didn't matter that it hadn't gone through my brain. I felt absolutely drugged anyways.

The man--or-- I didn't know what he was, but whatever it was that was holding me chuckled, looking straight at Rowan.

"This one isn't yours, Incubus. It doesn't even bare your claim. It's ours."

Fúck this!

I wasn't in the mood for this. I really wasn't in the mood for arguments or banters. I just wanted someone in me alread--

The thoughts screeched to an halt in my head, my gaze snapped up at Rowan, a feeling overwhelmed me and my body immediately repulsed the touch I was held within.

I still wanted someone in me, but I didn't want just anyone anymore.

I wanted Rowan. I wanted his lips on mine, his hands on my skin and his--

A gasp slipped through my slightly parted lips, as I felt my legs go weak beneath me. I felt the wettest I had ever felt.

Why was I so damn horny?!

I just wanted Rowan so much. Staying away from him, felt like, staying away from air, from breathing, from life.

Never had blood being such a sexy outfit.

"Tell them, human. Tell them that you are mine." His voice had sounded different but I couldn't figure out if it was just because I wanted him between my legs. The fact that his black eyes were boring straight into mine wasn't helping too.

I just wanted to bolt right into his arms.

"Yours." My voice sounded foreign. I had never heard it like that before.

My words must not have gone done well with my snaky friends.

The hands around me disappeared instantly, letting me to drop down to the floor like a sack of potatoes. They hissed and back away while sleeky hands of blood reached for me, a cloak covering my body.

That was when it hit me..

The pain.

The scream that rang out from the death of my lungs felt like it would rip it apart, the pleasure was gone and now all I felt was pain. In my head, on my skin, on my my heat.

Everywhere.

I didn't know what happened but the next thing I knew, I was in a large bucket of water, my whole body submerged in the cold liquid, the clock around my body clinging to my skin, as a metallic whiff reached up to my nostrils. I shivered against it, pushing myself up violently, while a hand pushed me down with ease that struggles paled against.

"You should lay with her." I heard a voice cut through the air, as fingers of the hand pushing me down, dug slightly into my chest. The voice sounded feminine. I didn't understand one word the woman was saying, and I honestly didn't care.

Could someone just take this pain away from me?!

A shaky breath slipped through my lips as I gritted.

All I could feel was a sting, as tears welled up my eyes and ran down my cheeks, leaving a hot trail behind.

Fúck!

This pain was just too much.

A scream rang from the depth of my throat again, this time my voice echoed back to me. Even as my eyes were opened, I couldn't see a thing.

All I felt was pain.

"Lay with her, Incubus."

"No."

That voice I recognize.

"You cannot be denying sex. Is her essense terrible?"

"No."

"Then lay with her."

"I will not. Just do what I asked for."

"I can't while she is in this much pain. If you lay with her, we will move along faster. You claimed her as yours after all."

"It was verbal."

"It does but matter. Your claim is strong."

"I will not lay with her. I intend to return her."

"You must lay--"

"No. Do something to rid her of the pain. Whatever the cost is, I will pay."

Silence took over at that moment and I was grateful they shut their mouth up. My head was throbbing and their voices had been nothing but more headaches. That didn't stop the pain was leaving, in fact it only grew. My skin felt like lava and I felt a maddening rush to pull out of it, like I would my jumpsuit uniform.

"What you are asking for will cost you a lot, Incubus. More than a fortune. I think you already know what I want."

"Alright, Witch. I'll give it to you."

What I felt next was the hand over my chest, flattening, pushing me deep into the bucket as I struggled against the hand that was trying to drown me.

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This chapter is dedicated to @Comfort_Wilson. Thank you for your support.