Kiko waved a hand. “Oh, well—I was going to do that, but Scott suggested this, and it was just as well, because we ran out of time.”
Vali rolled her eyes, but I had become accustomed to the Satyr’s obsession with sex, even finding my lips twitching as I tucked the phone into my pocket. “I think it will work, but I’ll have to have another look.”
“With the volume on, this time,” Kiko said with a grin. “Scott has the greatest howl when—“
“Okay,” I interrupted. Apparently, my tolerance had limits. “That, I don’t need to know.”
“Neither do I,” Vali agreed.
We headed out for our run with a distinct lack of enthusiasm for the process. I examined the other teams as they panted along and wondered if it was just us that felt that way.
We were the team of disenchanted misfits.
Marcus would fit in perfectly, if only I could find him…
20
Rafael
Laila smiled up at me.
Like all the coven members, she was beautiful. Softer edged than Aurora, with rounded cheeks and an even curvier figure. Her hair, now mostly white, had once been blonde. It was her eyes, however, that were the main difference. They glittered with the crimson blood energy, but their expression lacked Aurora’s twisted humor or Isobel’s cruelty.
Laila was my link to the surrounding depravity. She loved sex, so much so that she could have been part Satyr herself. She also idolized Isobel with a single-minded devotion that was almost an obsession.
She wasn’t herself evil. Just misguided. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her in order to strike at Isobel.
Isobel knew me too well.
At the moment, Laila was lapping my balls as though they were ice cream. As she did so, she absorbed the lust emitted from both Finn and Aurora, and offered it to my beast.
The source wasn’t any lovelorn tryst. My four roommates were strapped to various apparatuses. To Finn and Aurora, they were nothing but entertainment, something to be used up and discarded.
Finn delighted in inflicting pain directly, either with his icefire whip, or by manipulating the apparatus, or—he inserted himself into any orifice with gleeful abandon. Male or female, it didn’t matter, but he seemed to prefer the males.
Aurora preferred to use the bloodmagic to both inflict pain and force pleasure. She also pumped the bloodmagic to me until my pheromones permeated the room, and then to the victims until their minds all but cooked. I figured those poor people could gouge out their own hearts and still orgasm. They writhed in a miasma of pain and lust.
Chained with my arms and legs spread wide, I held out for the first two hours while my beast hammered at me. It was starving, desperate, and uncaring that the lust was borne on the wings of pain. It only wanted to feed, and it pushed my body to respond to Laila. As she transferred her talented mouth to that which strained toward the ceiling, I gritted my teeth and hung on.
I was born to feed on lust. The source only mattered to my human. As Laila sucked hard, her fingers stroked my balls, and then beyond. I shuddered as she slipped them into me—
My eyes snapped open, and I thrashed against the chains. Laila rolled her eyes up to me, and her lips curled around me.
“Let it go, Rafael,” Aurora pulled Finn off one of the poor victims, and as she slung a leg around his waist, she tossed Laila a pulse of lust on a wave of bloodmagic.
I shuddered as Laila sent it flooding through me. Aurora kept it going, a continual barrage through my living conduit. Until, with a groan, my walls came tumbling down.
And my beast began to feed.
No.
I didn’t want this.
Finn and Aurora fucked like Wyverns in heat while the lust poured through Laila to me.
The human in me wanted to throw up.
The Satyr in me craved it, embraced it, and to my eternal shame—enjoyed it.
