Brie was there, naked, sweat slicking every inch of her body. She was kneeling, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back. A shadow stood in front of her—a figure I recognized at once, even before he spoke.
“Is this what you crave, little wolf?” The voice was mine, but layered with something darker, richer, more monstrous.
She whimpered, spine arching, and looked up with gold-tinged eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
He reached for her, long-fingered hands stroking her cheek. The nails were claws, black and curved, but Brie leaned into the touch as if it was a lover’s caress.
I tried to shout. I tried to break the chains, to lunge between them, but I couldn’t move. The shadow pressed closer, lips at her ear. “Good girl,” he crooned, and she shuddered, thighs pressed tight together.
A voice hissed behind me, cold and amused: “All you can do is watch.”
The shadow bent Brie forward, palming the back of her neck, and spread her knees. She moaned, not in fear, but in desperate, shivering want. He stroked between her thighs, found her already wet, and dragged two claws through her slickness.
“Look how ready you are,” he said, voice rumbling with cruel delight. “Always so ready for your Sir. Such a good, good girl.” He raised his fingers to show me the wetness there; a sick smile on his monstrous lips as he licked them clean.
Still looking at me he taunted. “I may not be able to take her from you physically, but I don’t need to do I? I can have her whenever I want her, right here. And doesn’t she taste sweet?”
She whimpered. “Please…”
He lifted her up and spun her around. He pressed his hand so that she bent; his hand flat against her ass. He parted her with a single, brutal motion, and lined up his cock with her pussy. It wasn’t my cock. It was huge, twisted ridged, purple-black, with veins that glowed like embers in the half-light. She gasped, hips grinding back, hungry for it.
“You want this, don’t you, little slut?” he asked, pushing just the head in.
She nodded, drool running down her chin, eyes glazed with need. “Please, Sir. Please, I’ll be good—”
He thrust forward, splitting her wide. Brie screamed, head thrown back, but she didn’t resist—she fucking took it, the way she always did with me, and I saw her body quake with pleasure.
He started to fuck her, slow at first, then building in tempo, hips slamming against her ass with punishing force. Each time he bottomed out, she clawed at the stone, raw and feral, begging for more.
“See how she loves it?” said the voice at my ear. “See what she really is?”
I was screaming through our bond:Brie, that’s not me! Resist him!
All at once, she turned to me her eyes wide. I heard her voice:No! No! You’re not Finn! Stop!
Together we fought to get away from this nightmare.
I ground my teeth so hard I tasted blood.
The shadow leaned forward, biting her shoulder, drawing a thin line of red that beaded and ran down her back. He licked it, savoring every drop as he continued to pound into her while she moaned.
I kept calling out in my mind, using the mate bond like a flare:Brie, this isn’t real. Fight him. Please, baby, fight...
She blinked, eyes clearing for a second. “Finn?”
The shadow jerked her back, fangs bared, and for a split second his face was clear: Maltraz, demon king, eyes burning with hellfire.
“You’ll never win,” he sneered, and then everything went black.
I woke to screaming—my own and hers, so loud it rattled the windows.
Brie was thrashing in the sheets, fighting invisible hands. I grabbed her, hauled her onto my lap, cradled her as she sobbed and clawed at her own skin.
“It’s okay,” I kept saying, “you’re here, I’m here; it’s just a dream.”
But I knew it wasn’t. I knew Maltraz was in her head, using her, using us both. I knew that next time, maybe I wouldn’t be able to pull her back.
I held her until the screaming died, until her body stopped shaking, and the only sound left was the wet hitch of her breath against my chest.
