His Little Devil (Alistar Academy #2)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

LUKE

S ilver removes her bloody nails from the inside of Winnie’s chest, and looks at the gore dripping from her fingers. I know she never wanted to let the darkness in, allowing it to consume her, but it was inevitable.

Her coronation is now over, and she is the one and only Queen of Hell.

Kane drops to his knees in front of her, bowing his head. “All hail Silver Diavolo, Queen of Hell,” he shouts, and all the other members of our coven follow suit.

I kneel for my Little Devil, then stand and kiss her, not caring that we are both covered in the blood of our enemies.

She returns the kiss whole-heartedly and moans against my lips.

Pulling away, I turn to Kane, who is now standing and holding out a towel that he must have conjured. Why didn’t I think of that? Silver takes it gratefully with a smile.

“All rise,” I yell, and Clara stumbles over to Silver, taking her hand and pressing it to her cheek. Jade follows, but doesn’t touch my Little Devil.

A portal opens in the corner of the room and I snap my fingers, ordering my Hellhounds into existence. Someone screams when a large bengal tiger jumps from the portal and starts to growl at my hounds.

A woman follows the tiger and rests her hand on top of its head, petting it. Sighing, I snap my fingers again, sending Ramsi and Nyx back to their chambers. They have a large portion of the dungeons for their play area.

Merida is complaining about the stench from their kills. I move forward and place my hand up, stopping Sharla Laimon from coming closer with a spell. Her pet, Michel, sits on his ass, snarling at all the guests.

“Kane, I think it may be time to start sending people home,” I mutter and he agrees, leaving the room with Tobias Blake and Alara Bell following him. I wait until half of the guests are gone before removing the spell from Sharla.

She’s angry, her hair is a mess and her dress is askew. She’s tapping her foot and pursing her over plumped lips. I don’t know why she insists on injecting her face with Cobra venom.

“Master, I’m sorry I’m late, but there are things we must discuss with urgency. Blackwell…” I scoff, and her purple eyes widen.

“Blackwell is dead, Shar. If you look behind me, you will see what remains of him and his spawn.”

She does just that, then begins to laugh. Her cackle has Silver stepping closer to me and taking my hand.

“Bastard deserved it,” Shar grumbles, then groans. “It still doesn’t take away the problems that he has set in motion. The Hunters have plans to revolt against us, and they no longer follow our alliance.”

Swallowing, she looks around the room, then lowers her eyes to the ground, submitting to me. “I ask for asylum for me and my daughter. I have been a loyal servant for many years, and I don’t plan to stop, but she’s my only heir.”

I glance at my bride, and she has tears in her silver eyes. “We will discuss this more tomorrow. For tonight, you may coordinate with Merida and have your things moved into the south quarters. Keep your pet away from my hounds…”

“And my cat!” Silver squeals, her eyes huge and worried. Sharla laughs and rubs the tiger behind the ear.

“Michel is a total pussy cat, unless I order him differently. Totally harmless,” she coos, and I cover my mouth to hide my laugh.

I have seen her so called pussy cat annihilate enemies, but he is her familiar. He will follow her command.

Kane comes back into the room, pausing our conversation, and I am ready for people to go home, so I can get my queen in bed.

We have some plans of our own. I have been honest and true, keeping my vow, but now she is mine.

Sharla bows then sighs, moving back to her portal.

The room clears out, and I leave Kane to handle getting all the guests back through the portal to the Academy.

Silver stands in the blood pool, and has a weird look on her face. I don’t think she’s disgusted, maybe intrigued.

Moving closer to her, I step over the shredded bodies of Winnie and her father.

I’m glad those worms are finally dead and gone. Now, I’ll just need to deal with their souls, but that's for another day.

Maybe I’ll let my Hellhounds have a snack, and be done with them for good.

Rubbing her chest, she stares out of the French doors, gazing at Mount Nightmare. Her silver eyes are glassy. Reaching out, I pull her into my arms and hold her close, breathing her in.

Sighing, she wipes her eyes, then turns to face me. “I don’t feel normal, Luke. I enjoyed ripping her apart with my bare hands. That’s not me…”

“You were incredible, my Little Devil. A true queen. One thing you will learn is that letting the darkness in at times is healthy. If you try to hide your true self, it will make you sick.”

I lean down and press a kiss to her neck and she shivers. “I don’t know who my true self is anymore, Luke,” she whispers, and I groan as she looks up at me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“You are mine, Little Devil. You are everything I could have ever wished for in a wife, a queen, and the future mother of my children. You are the magma that runs through my hellish blood. It will take time, but I will help you. So will Kane.”

Pulling back from me an inch, she smiles. “How am I to be the mother of your children if we have never had sex, Luke?” she says with a smirk, and a fierce growl escapes my lips, before I grip her thighs and wrap her legs around my waist.

I still need to give her the potion to help with her fertility, but that can wait. I need to be wrapped in my queen right now. Shuffling through the blood and gore, I lay her out on top of the table that we had our wedding meal at.

Silver’s hands drop to the waistband of my pants, and I groan as her small fingers slip through the gap and wrap around my erection.

“I have wanted you for centuries, my Little Devil. I fear you may be my ruin, but I’m not scared. With you by my side, and in my bed, we will rule the world.”

I think I’m babbling, and probably not making much sense, but what I’m saying is true. I have waited for her.

“Luke, shut up and finally fuck me,” she moans, lifting up on the palm of her hand and gripping the back of my neck, pulling my lips to hers. With her other hand, she continues to pump my cock, and if she doesn’t stop, I am going to make a mess in my pants.

Leather and cum is not a great combination. Moving away from her when her body is calling to me isn’t ideal, but I do it.

Laying back onto the table, I take in the lace of her dress, and how easily I can shred it with my fingers.

The white is now tainted red, and I find I like my bride covered in blood. Silver has always been sexy, but with her porcelain skin dipped in the deep-red liquid, she is mouth watering.

“You are a vision, My Queen,” I mutter, as I lean over her body and lick a path from her neck to her breasts. She tastes amazing, vanilla and blackberries with a hint of metallic.

“Luke, please,” she whines and I chuckle, nipping on her nipple, tugging her piercing as I move further down her delectable body.

Her hands grip my hair as her back arches and she gasps. “Please.” She continues to plead, and it may not be tonight, but soon I will have her collared on her knees in submission, begging me.

Yanking on my hair, I growl as I reach her hot center. The small panties she’s wearing are no match for my teeth, and soon hit the floor of the ballroom. I don’t hesitate or take my time. Diving in, I lick her from her clit to her ass, moaning at her taste.

“Never going to have enough of you, Little Devil,” I groan, spreading her lips with two fingers and eating her the way I have been dying to all night.

“Luke, fuck, please,” she gasps, writhing beneath me, and that just won’t do. Looking up into her glazed silver eyes, I snap my fingers and restraints appear, tying her wrists together.

I finish my meal, licking, sucking, nipping until she’s a sobbing mess underneath me.

“Do not come!” I order, my voice echoing through the abandoned space. “I want you wrapped around my cock as you gush your release.”

Nodding, she looks up at me as I stand and magic away my clothes and hers. Silver trembles as the heat from Mount Nightmare flows through the windows. The scent of ash fills the air and I sigh.

“Kane,” I growl, and he chuckles behind me.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I know tonight is all about the two of you. I just wanted to report that Thimon is spending the night with the hounds, and he may not be breathing or whole in the morning.”

Silver’s eyes widen, and I shake my head, a small smirk gracing my lips.

“Excellent,” I coo. I know I should probably be concerned about my lifelong confidant, but he really made his own bed this evening.

“Now, get out,” I grunt, and like the asshole I am, I don’t wait until he’s left to shove my cock deep into my Little Devil. Letting him hear her cry out as I stretch her tight walls for the first time.

My head tips back as my hands grip her waist tight, holding her still for a moment.

“Dickhead,” Kane grumbles as he stumbles to the exit, and I try to catch my breath.

“I knew you would be amazing, but fuck, Little Devil.” I legit whimper as she tightens her core around me, making me see stars.

“Luke.” She gasps as I gently move, picking up speed. I’m not going to last long. But this is only round one of the night. Before Silver wakes the next day, she will be thoroughly ravished.

Leaning down, I kiss her plump lips, tasting her again and again as she pants against my lips, whimpering and moaning.

Snapping my fingers, I release her hands from the rope and allow her to touch me. Her nails dig into my shoulders and back, holding me tighter to her as my thrusts become jerky.

“So close. So close. Fuck, you’re so big. So full,” she pants over and over, and I nod.

Closing my eyes, I bite her bottom lip, and the taste of her blood has me coming the hardest I ever have, setting her own orgasm off.

“Fuck, Luke,” Silver shouts and I groan, biting her neck, leaving my imprint for all others to see.

“Never going to give you up,” I growl, before moving back to her lips.

Silver Diavolo is mine. I may be open to sharing her, but she will never escape me now. I am hers and she is mine.

ARROW

I stumble through the portal and laugh as the night sky greets me. The immediate change of temperature is a balm to my heated skin, and I breathe in the evergreen scent from the trees.

There is a man with purple hair and an attitude scowling at me as he guides people back to the Academy, handing out goodie bags to the guests.

I grab three and give him a wink before wandering down the cobblestone path back to the cottage.

I am completely wasted, and I don’t fucking care. Silver is officially the Queen of Hell. She will never again be mine, or the others. She belongs to him only. It’s time for me to move on.

The lights are all on, shining through the cottage window, lighting my path to the door. I don’t have my keys, so I wave my hand and mutter a spell to unlock the door. Myah is in the kitchen making some food, and the smell brings me back to the moment I met Silver.

Wellson had just finished assaulting her mouth, and she was gaping while he left the kitchen. I watched her compose herself, then start frying up some bacon as she removed another pan of muffins from the oven.

She was beautiful, with her curves, porcelain skin, and blood-red hair. Hair that is now black as the night, as her soul.

Shaking my head, I give Myah a smile. “How was the wedding? Any sign of Donnie?” she asks me, while grabbing a plate from the cupboard next to the stove.

Sighing, I plop down at the breakfast bar and groan. “No, and when I tried to ask Silver if she’d heard from him, her new husband interfered and swept her away onto the dance floor.”

Myah sets a plate in front of me and places a grilled cheese with bacon on it. My eyes water, and I try to discreetly wipe the tears before they can fall. Wellson always made the best grilled sandwiches.

I hope he wakes up soon. I don’t know how much longer I can stay here, in this cottage, at the Academy. I’m about to graduate. Don is gone… I think it’s time to bring Wells home.

“Can you maybe try a spell or something? I don’t know anything about all of that, but Donnie may need help. Would Mylie be able to assist? They are blood related after all.”

Myah takes the seat beside me, with her own meal, and turns to look at me. I lift my food and take a small bite, thinking.

“Oh, this is so good.” I groan as the grease and bread soaks up some of the cocktails I had.

“Mylie loves them as well, and she’s been having a craving lately, but I didn’t make dinner tonight. We just had some snacks. The trip tired her out. So, what’s next? How are we going to find Donnie?”

“I have a plan to go back in a few days. I made friends with an Incubus. He seemed excited to talk to me. He invited me to play Knucklebones.” Myah pauses and gives me a weird look.

Waving my hand, I don’t bother explaining, because once she learns that they don’t use sheep bones like in the old days, they use human bones, her sandwich won’t be staying down.

Doesn’t bother me much, since my family does the same.

“Well, I’m not sure what that is, but maybe you will have some time to look around without the hustle and bustle of the wedding,” she says, then stands and moves closer to me.

“I’m sorry about Silver, Arrow. From what Donnie told me, she was special to you all.” She pulls me into a hug, and I allow it, just for a few moments.

I’ve been starved of physical affection, and I blame the alcohol as I rest my head into the crook of her neck, smelling the vanilla and blackberry scent of her hair. She smells like Silver, and I know she must have helped herself to some of the bathroom amenities.

My dick perks up, but it’s only because he’s confused. I release her, then push my stool back and stand.

“Yes, well, these things happen. Goodnight, Myah,” I mumble, then stumble down the hall to my room.

I peek in on Wells before I go, and maybe it’s the alcohol clouding my mind, but it looks like he’s moved since I left.

I could have sworn he was laying flat on his back, but now he’s on his side. Yawning, I decide to investigate further in the morning, and take advantage of the baby monitor on his nightstand.

Moving down the hall, I stop outside of Silver’s old room, and then enter. Myah and Mylie are on the other side of the house, so they won’t know how weak I am when I kick my shoes off and climb under her blankets.

It still smells like her, and I pass out the moment my head hits the pillow.

“Kennedy, get back here!” Silver shouts as our son races down the hall nude. He always hates bath nights, but I can’t blame him. Between his mother and Don, they load him down with tons of different potions and lotions.

“What are you doing, little guy?” I coo, and he runs right into my arms.

“Daddy,” he squeals, and my heart jumps.

Looking up at me with his silver eyes that have a red ring around them, he gives me a smile.

“Jax, please return him. He doesn’t have his nighttime lotion or pajamas on yet,” Silver groans, moving down the hall with a hand on her large stomach. Merida follows with a giant yellow robe.

“Master Kennedy, you know better than to work your mama up. She’s going to have your brother and sister any day now,” she scolds, and he clutches my legs tighter, before stepping back and looking at his feet.

“I don’t like the purple lotion. It makes me smell like a girl,” he mumbles and I laugh, waving my hand. The bottle appears and I give Silver a look.

“Really, with all the magic and potions we are capable of, you bought some common Johnsons and Johnsons lavender lotion?”

“It’s what my mother used on me and my siblings. It is perfectly fine, Jax!” she growls, and her eyes begin to glow. I know I need to diffuse her before her temper rises, and we need to remodel another wing.

A pregnant Silver can be dangerous. She is the mother of the next generation of the Star Coven after all. Our children are more powerful than Luke could have ever dreamed of.

“Mama, I’m sorry,” Kennedy stutters, before running into Silver’s legs and almost knocking her over. I grab her arm to steady her and she sighs.

“I know, baby. I’m just tired, and it’s past your bedtime. So let’s hurry and then we can have some of the cookies that Merida made before bed.”

I wake up tangled in the sheets and covered in sweat. My stomach is in knots, and I feel sick.

Was that a dream caused by my drunken stupor, or a vision? I close my eyes and try to concentrate. Maybe I can get it to come back, to show me more? But nothing, nada, zilch.

Fuck! Shoving the blankets off, I portal into the bathroom, so I can shower. I’m still wearing my suit from last night, and I smell like a distillery. I need to get changed and contact Kane. I don’t know if he planned for me to play Knucklebones today, but I need to find Don.

After I’m clean and dressed, I enter Don’s room and take the secret passage to the chamber below us. The only way to make a call to Hell is with blood in a chalice, and I don’t think Myah’s ready to see that, or would like her daughter to be around during that.

No, it’s better to just hang out down here until Kane calls me back. If I can’t find any news about Don, I may need to suck it up and go home. Ask for help.