King of Tides (The Immortal Iron Brothers #3)

Chapter 35

Got It Wrong

“ G ood morning, My Queen. How did you sleep?” Dracon asks as I step into the hall where he’s been waiting for me.

“You can call me Billy. I promise you it’s not that serious.”

“You say that now. Have you met your mate? He would have my head for the familiarity if not the disrespect.”

“Well, when he’s not around, I’m Billy. If he doesn’t like it, he can take a dip. I’ve been Billy all my life.

“I’m not about to have people running around calling me queen all the time. I’m a cop. I lock up bad guys. I said what I said. Call me Billy, or don’t call me at all.”

Dracon chuckles at my rant. Clearly, to answer his earlier question, I didn’t sleep well at all. I’m grumpy and irritable. I slept fitfully all night.

Ardan didn’t seem too happy about that this morning. To be honest, he’s been in a bit of a mood since he returned from his time with Kenji after our arrival.

Ardan doesn’t usually wear his frustration or emotions, but it’s clear he has a lot on his mind. I plan to do something about that this morning though.

Since I don’t have my library to hide away in for my morning me time, I’ve decided to find Beck and Bourne so I can observe what their days are like.

“Where are we off to this morning? I made myself well acquainted with the layout of the entire property. Tell me where you want to go and I will lead you there, Officer Billy,” Dracon says.

“Oh, you have jokes. You know Ren is quiet. I wonder if Ardan would switch you guys out if I request it,” I taunt.

All the blood drains from his face and his smile falls. I can’t help bursting into laughter. I’m laughing so hard I stop in my tracks to bend at the waist and hold my knees.

“I’m just fucking with you. I know how much your station means to you. Even if Ardan doesn’t think I know all six of you are supposed to be my guards. Congrats on becoming first in command.”

He looks at me as if he’s in shock. I laugh and pat him on the back. “Like I said. I’m a detective. I pay attention to details. Now, about my plans for this morning. I want to find Beck and Bourne.”

He gets this look on his face as if he’s mind-linking. I wait patiently for him to get a location. He nods to whatever he is told and waves for me to follow him.

“They are in training,” he says as we continue to walk.

“That seems to be a running theme here.”

“It will be an honor to train here in the Ji Dojo during our stay. I’m most excited about it. Master Kenji and his assassins are legendary in our world.

“Each assassin is handpicked by Master Kenji himself and it’s very rare that he’ll pick a male. When he does it’s an honor to that male’s entire bloodline, even if another isn’t picked from that family. Other factions will recognize the status, and it leads to great opportunities,” he says excitedly.

“Sounds like I might just lose you after all. I guess I can learn to live with the silent, broody type.”

“Although it was once a dream to train within these walls to be one of the puppet master’s assassins, I’m right where my fate intended. I would have you know Ren is quite talkative when you get to know him. He’s still figuring out his place with you. We all are.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

I’m beginning to realize I still have so much to learn about this world and the communities within it. There are so many moving parts.

I want to be a part, but I still don’t know how to make that happen. This is totally outside my wheelhouse. Not just the supernatural world but wanting to be involved.

I mean, I’m trying. Ardan left after my morning blessing to guard the location of the stone. When I asked for a shift, I was told no, much to my annoyance.

However, Ardan did get this look in his eyes as if he wanted to say more, but he shook it off and changed the subject.

“This is the boys’ training room. Hudson and Arledge are on their way. You can let us know if you need anything else,” Dracon says, pulling me from my musings.

“Okay, thanks. Try to relax. I’m not going anywhere.”

With a smile, I punch Dracon’s arm playfully as I walk by to enter the little training room. The smile on my face grows as the boys come into view in their little gear with their wooden swords.

I look around to take it all in and freeze. I take in a sharp breath and narrow my eyes as I place my hands on my hips. Is this why he didn’t want to bring me along?

“Well damn. This motherfucker.”

Ardan

“Thank you,” I say as one of Kenji’s servants brings me a cup of tea.

It is a part of his hospitality. My team will not go hungry or thirsty in his dojo. Everyone within these walls will be treated with respect and kindness as long as we are here.

“You are welcome, King Ardan. Is there anything else I can get you,” the woman says as she bows slightly.

“No. We are fine.”

I look around at everyone standing guard with me. Whoever thinks they can waltz in here and take my stone has to be powerful. As we took this into consideration, Kenji and I agreed we would split the shifts up between him, myself, and Amadeus.

We will each guard the stone with a team with us. This morning, I have Irving, Ford, and Ren from Billy’s guard with me. As well as a few of the assassins since they know the dojo best.

Kenji has truly modernized the dojo from what I’ve seen, but there are still areas that remind me of old times as they have remained the same. I spent a lot of time here back when I was trying to find myself.

Not knowing if I should follow the plans my brothers were making for themselves, I spent time with Kenji. It didn’t feel right to be away from them, but I was too restless to remain in one place all the time. Which is funny, considering how much time I spent here.

“Fuck me,” I grunt and take a step back.

Everyone around me becomes alert. I hold up a hand to ward them off. This has nothing to do with intruders.

I feel the moment Billy’s ire sets in. It hits me like a freight train and the door to her thoughts blasts open, sucking me in.

It would bring a smile to my face if she weren’t so angry. I know I can’t put this off, so I mind-link Amadeus and Kenji to see who can replace me.

Kenji appears and I vanish without a word. My mate’s anger draws me right to where she is. When I enter the training room, she’s standing with her back to me and her hands on her hips.

I walk up behind her and cage her into my arms. She stiffens and her thoughts continue to blast me as she curses me out in her head. I give her a squeeze and kiss the back of her neck.

“You can reel all that in. Tell me what you notice about them,” I say into her ear.

“Other than the fact that they’re fucking gorgeous and look like a bunch of brown anime characters whose breasts are about to pop out of their shirts?” she snaps at me.

I laugh and give her another squeeze. “Look more closely. Tell me what your supernatural eyes see.”

She turns her head up to glare at me, then looks back at the women in the room. Kenji definitely has a type when it comes to his assassins. Her description is pretty accurate.

“Wait, what’s wrong with their souls?” she says suddenly.

“Most of them don’t have one. The others have particle souls. They function because Kenji causes them to live, breathe, and function. Once you accept this life, you’re agreeing to hand over your soul to him.

“Assassins like these can’t have a conscience. They can’t have friends or families. They certainly don’t have room for love or relationships.

“These women live to serve Kenji. They will fight and die to do so.” I pause to drop a kiss against her neck. “I have no use for soulless women when I have you. They are not the reason I was going to leave you behind. I told you why.”

“You said nothing about the army of gorgeous women living here.”

“I didn’t mention the gorgeous men either. There are a few males in the ranks. Each handsome enough to turn heads. I’m sure you will appreciate them when you see them. Kenji has good taste,” I reply.

“Exactly how many women live here?”

“I’m not sure of the current occupancy, but Kenji used to keep anywhere from two hundred to two hundred and fifty assassins at any given time. This is a very large property. The dojo can house around six hundred behind its walls.”

She thinks this over and knits her brows. “He can control two hundred and fifty assassins at once?” she says in awe.

“I’m quite sure he can handle more than that. Kenji is capable of great things.”

“I see,” she murmurs and turns back to Beck and Bourne, who are being trained by a group of five assassins.

“There isn’t a single ugly one,” she mumbles as three more enter the room.

I lean in to bite her ear. “You’re fucking hot when you’re jealous. Do you feel how hard you have me?”

“How do I know you’re not lying to cover up how horny watching all these big-titty bitches are making you?”

Swiftly, I grasp the back of her hair and tug her head back. With my other hand, I pull her body back into mine with my palm splayed against her belly. Her ass is now sealed to my front.

“I can show you better than I can tell you. Do you need me to show you, Billy? Is that what you want? Do you want me to remind you that your tight little hot pussy is the only one I want?”

“Don’t you have someplace you should be?”

“Clearly, I’m needed here more. I will take Kenji’s shift,” I say and lick the shell of her ear, causing a shiver to run through her.

“Wait, I?—”

Before she can come up with an excuse, I teleport us to the room we are sharing here at the dojo. I have made a few adjustments to suit my tastes and needs for the moment.

I make both of our clothes vanish and bend Billy over in front of a mirrored vanity. I want her to see what I’m about to do to her. She needs to see how much she turns me on.

“Because I took you as a virgin, I’ve been biding my time before I took you to the next level. I haven’t fucked you my way yet. I’ve been toying with this little pussy,” I say into her ear as I finger her with one hand and fondle her nipple with the other.

“Ardan.”

“I love it when you say my name. Do you know how gorgeous you are? It would take a thousand of them to make one of you and I’d still only want you.”

I pull my hand from her dripping-wet lips and hold it up where she can see in the mirror. Her eyes grow wide when an ice cock appears in my hand. I’ve formed it in the shape of mine. Big, fat, long, and veiny.

“You want that, don’t you?” I croon in her ear. “You think that hot pussy can handle this?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Good, take this and place this condom on it for me, baby. Tie the open end closed. This will keep you safe and trap the water as that hot pussy melts it.”

She takes the ice and places it in the rubber I provide her. I watch impatiently as she ties it closed. With a big smile, she hands it back.

I grasp her throat and tilt her head back with my thumb. My lips are on hers in the next motion. I kiss her deeply and hungrily.

All the passion I have for this woman pours out of me. I would never give another woman a second thought even if there wasn’t a bond between us.

I drop to my knees and palm her ass cheek as I tease her thigh with the ice sculpture in my grasp. I lean in and begin to feast on her.

“Ah,” she keens and lifts onto her toes.

She looks back over her shoulder to watch me. I pull back and begin to run the barrier-covered ice through her wet lips. Holding her open by her ass cheek with one hand, I then push in with the ice dick.

It slips into her slick sheath with ease. As I push it in and out of her, I lean in and lick her ass, then bite it. Billy begins to gyrate her hips and push back greedily.

“Fuck, Ardan, baby, that feels so good.”

“Does it, baby?”

I stand and allow my magic to move the dildo in and out of her to keep my hands free. Looking into the mirror, I palm her breasts and watch as her eyes roll and her face contorts with pleasure.

“Look at how beautiful you are. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

She opens her eyes and looks into the mirror at me, then nods. The lust and desire in her eyes speaks volumes. We bite our bottom lips at the same time in the reflection of the mirror.

Before I can make my next move, she spins, gives me a push back, and drops to her knees. As I continue to magically fuck her with the dildo, she takes me into her mouth and chokes me down. I love the savage way she’s sucking me.

“Fuck, baby girl. Just like that.”

She backs off to catch her breath. Her face is a mess from her saliva, but she has a smile on her lips. I shove a hand into her hair as she strokes me. When she looks up through her lashes to lock eyes with me, I jerk in her hands.

“You’re my nasty little girl, Billy. I don’t want or need anyone else. Now suck that shit and make me come so I can fuck the shit out of you,” I growl.

“Say please,” she says with a sexy grin.

“Please don’t make me spank your ass for disobeying me,” I chuckle darkly.

She pulls a face at me but throws her head back and cries out as I increase the pace of the ice dildo I’m still working inside of her. I get ready to tell her I’m waiting when she takes me deep once again. She bobs her head vigorously as she works me with her hands just as fiercely.

“Yes, baby, yes. Give me that mouth. Those pretty lips are so sexy on me. Fuck .”

I come down her throat and pull out of her mouth to reach beneath her arms to lift her to her feet and turn her back toward the mirror. I pin her hands to the table with mine over hers.

Causing the dildo to vanish, I replace it by thrusting into her deep. She cries out and throws her head back against me. I pump my hips, pushing into her hard. The sound of my hips hitting her ass rings out around the room.

“Look at me,” I command as I wrap my hand around her throat and give a slight squeeze.

She opens her eyes and looks into mine through our reflection. I pump harder and faster as we lock gazes. She lifts onto her toes, trying but failing to escape me.

I look down at her breasts in the mirror as they jiggle from each thrust. She tries to reach back to hold me off, but I keep going. Reaching between her legs to rub her clit, I look her in the eyes once again.

“Do you want me to stop? Have you had too much?”

She shakes her head frantically. “No, please don’t stop.”

“Good answer because I’m nowhere near done.”

I smile at her wickedly as I freeze my hand over as I hold my fingers against her clit and keep fucking her from behind.

“Holy fuck,” she screams.

I lift the same iced-over hand to her breast and run it against her nipple. I’m so fucking hard inside her, with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Grabbing hold of her hair, I tug her head back and lick up the side of her neck to her ear, making sure to cool my tongue against her heated skin. Her sweat tastes like candy. Not able to help myself, I pull out and turn her, lifting her onto the table before dropping to my knees again.

“Christ, baby, I get it,” she calls out as I bury my face into her core and begin to eat her like the delicious snack she is.

She runs her fingers through my hair and tugs. I groan and hum as her juices flow into my mouth. With my hand, I rub her until she squirts.

“No, baby. I don’t think you do, but you will.”