I actually wake up first the next morning, before the knock on my door comes so I get the pleasure of seeing Jalkyn wake. It's surprisingly adorable. First he shifts around a tiny bit and then his eyes open and then close again as he yawns. Aaaw, he reminds me of a kitten. His eyes slip open as his mouth closes and he blinks blearily. He smiles when he sees me and it’s heartbreakingly sweet how peaceful he looks and then he shifts and frowns a tiny bit, eyes sliding out of focus before turning behind him. He stares at Lonnie.

"What?" I ask.

Lonnie's impossible to wake up. He has it rigged so that when his alarm clock goes off, a bucket of ice water falls on him. It is literally the only thing that wakes him before he's ready.

Jalkyn's starting to look really uncomfortable. "He's still inside me," he finally says, frowning.

I choke and I can't help but start laughing. "What?"

"It's really uncomfortable," he says.

I snigger. "How did that happen? Did you two not move like all night?"

He shrugs. "He woke me up a little before dawn."

It's my turn to frown. "How the hell did that not wake me up?"

Jalkyn shrugs. "We were quiet." He shifts and rolls half on top of me. There's a wet squelching sound and I snicker.

"Yeah, but the shaking?"

He shrugs. "I was on top and did all the work?"

I snigger. And then pause. "Motherfucker!"

Jalkyn sighs. "Yeah. That means he's winning."

I look at Jalkyn silently. He sighs again and turns over, propping his hips up some pillows. "Go for it."

I grin. "Romantic."

He snorts. "You two are the ones who made it a competition."

I grin and ruffle his hair. "Don't take offense. How are you feeling?"

Jalkyn smiles at me reluctantly. "Very, very good."

I frown a little. "You're not power drunk like you were yesterday."

He shrugs at me. "I was ready this time."

I frown. "You seem... Is something wrong?" He seems a little down.

He shakes his head. Nope."

I frown and wrap my arms around him. "Seriously."

He sighs and rolls on top of me, bringing his face close. "You are, like, a seriously concerned person."

I shrug. "Look, if the guy you just spent like twelve hours having sex with is unhappy, especially if it was voluntary, he enjoyed it and you thought he kinda literally needed it, something’s wrong."

Jalkyn smiles at me and kisses my nose. "It's fine. Really."

I frown. "Something was wrong."

"You just made it better," he tells me. "Now, do you want to beat Lonnie or can I go back to sleep?"

I smirk. "I want to beat Lonnie."

"Then shut up and move."

I giggle a little. "You're demanding."

He smirks at me. "You think it's really, really hot."

I grin up at him as I maneuver to get a good angle. "You don't know that."

He smirks and rubs against me. "Yes I do."

I grab his hips. "Point taken." I flip us over and start moving.

 

Lonnie wakes up in the middle and dives in.

I grin at Jalkyn as he collapses on top of me, panting. “Enjoy yourself?”

He shifts and yelps.

I blink, grabbing his hand gently. “Are you hurt?”

He tries to sits up and promptly lies back down. “Yes.”

“Oh,” I murmur. “Um…. Should I apologize?”

“Yes,” Jalkyn says just as Lonnie says, “No.”

Jalkyn glares at him. “Yes,” he repeats, voice soft and deadly.

Lonnie grins. “Excuse me, but you were the one who was just screaming with pleasure?”

Jalkyn flushes. “It hurt.”

“Dude, you totally liked it.”

I’m inclined to agree with Lonnie. He came, didn’t he? It couldn’t have been that painful.

Jalkyn glares at us and begins to get up. He moves in quick, jerky movements, face twisted up in pain.

“Shit,” I mutter. “Come here sweetie.” I reach for him but he jerks his hand away sharply and goes for his clothes. He looks seriously offended. Shit.

“Hey, sorry,” I call as he begins to pull on his pants slowly.

Lonnie snorts. “I’m not. He enjoyed it.”

Jalkyn flips him off. He jerks sharply and winces. He moved wrong apparently.

“Hey…” I call.

But Jalkyn just limps out of the room. I hurriedly pull on jeans and a shirt.

Lonnie snorts. “He’s kind of a moody bitch, isn’t he?”

I don’t answer.

Lonnie sighs. “I’ll see you later. We should hang out again.”

I nod and rush out the door after Jalkyn. I feel the rush of magic as Lonnie transports.

Jalkyn hasn’t gone very far. I can't help but smirk a little at him as he limps ahead of me. I’m not feeling that bad for him. He did enjoy himself quite a bit evidently and well, the whole thing is sort of a testament to me and Lonnie’s prowess. It’s pretty cool.

Then there's a hand on the collar of his shirt and he's getting tossed against the wall.

He cries out and then ducks and shields his head with his arms as Iain swings his fist at him. Iain hits Jalkyn’s arms and a moment later, he hits Jalkyn’s face, snapping his head back and sending his face into the wall.

Jalkyn cries out as he falls.

"What the fuck?"

Iain doesn't respond and I toss myself in the way of Iain's next hit. Jalkyn can't get hit again. His mouth is bleeding and there was a crack when his face connected. It didn't sound so good. And his neck is bleeding, the long cut from last night ripped open again.

Iain's fist pauses moment before it connects. "Get out of the way," he growls.

I snarl at him, pissed, before turning to Jalkyn. Iain isn’t allowed to hurt me. Jalkyn's still awake, his eyes are open, but unfocused and he's making small, pitiful sounds.

And then a hand is wrapping around my collar.

I growl and swing around to Iain, ripping my shirt in the process. I don't notice. Instead, I hit Iain with all my strength. All it does is snap his head around and make him take one stumbling step back. Shit. He's strong. Goddammit, I'm way too used to being the strongest and being able to knock people out with one punch. But... I actually have been taken out by a smaller opponent. They were just faster and more persistent. And... I didn't want to hurt them too badly. I don't like feeling like a bully. I'm fairly sure Iain doesn't have the same problem, but the same principle applies- he can't hit me. So I hit him again. And then again and again and again, landing them as fast as I can.

He blocks but he's still being driven back until his back hit’s the ground. Then Cayden's voice is ringing out through the hall. "What is going on here?"

 

get a strong sense of deja vu suddenly.

I pause in my assault of Iain and freeze as Cayden's eyes take in the entire scene. I'm attacking Iain who isn’t fighting back and Jalkyn’s lying behind me. I glance back. He's barely conscious and blood is slowly spreading in a puddle on the floor.

"What the hell did you do, Sin?" he snarls.

I glare at him but don't answer. Goddammit. I am soooo sick of this. I keep getting blamed for everything. It's getting ridiculous. I'm insulted, snapped at, actually attacked a couple times, and now I'm getting blamed for the fact that Jalkyn's lying injured behind me. It's a physical struggle to not teleport. The only thing stopping me is the fact that no one here seems to really like Jalkyn but me.

"He needs a healer," I snap.

Cayden glares at me. "Your horns are showing."

I snarl at him. Oh my god, I want to rip his face off. Possibly literally. I am pissed off but I'm not going to kill anyone. I can keep my priorities in order- usually. Mind you, if Cayden hadn't come in here when he did, I may have kept attacking Iain and that may have ended badly although I get the feeling that Iain can take a beating and probably would not just block if I actively tried to kill him.

I force my fists to uncurl. A moment later, my horns begin to slip back and I fold my wings fold tight to my back. My nails are still out as well and my fangs are more demon than human right now, but it's as good as it's going to get.

"Get him a healer," I demand, voice soft.

Cayden glares at me, and mutters something to the air. A moment later, the fabric of the hills is tearing and then there's a person there. A pale haired man with extraordinarily sharp cheekbones and pale eyes appears. I stare at him and my wings and claws sink into my skin, unnoticed. Oh my god.

His sharp gaze sweeps over all of us and as his eyes sweep over me, I suddenly feel awkward. And young. And inexplicably guilty.

He doesn't ask any questions and his eyes don't rest on me any longer than anyone else. He goes to Jalkyn and a moment later, green light is emanating from his hands. Oh. This must be a healer. Well good. And I automatically like him. He went right to Jalkyn, no waiting for permission or going to Cayden as the most respected, highest position, whatever. Good. Healers shouldn't pussyfoot around.

Jalkyn taken care of, Cayden turns to me, glaring. "Now, what the fuck happened? Why did you attack Jalkyn?"

I bristle. Oh fuck no. "I-" I begin.

Iain cuts me off. "I did."

He stands straight, forcing me either to move away or stay standing really close to him. I don't move, just glare at him. His eyes are only an inch or so above mine so it's not hard.

One of Cayden's eyebrows raise. "Why? What did Jalkyn do?"

"He-" Iain began.

Oh fuck no! Jalkyn didn't do anything either. Goddmamit, all the blame for this lies squarely on Iain's shoulders! "He didn't do shit," I snap. That is not okay.

Iain glares at me. "He is draining your ess-"

I throw my hands skyward. "He isn't doing shit to me!"

Iain glares. "You look exhausted," he points out.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, I noticed that too. I'm guessing it’s from the fact that I only slept for like three hours!"

Iain glares at me, obviously disbelieving.

I turn my glare to Cayden. "Jalkyn is doing nothing to me."

Cayden crosses his arms over his chest. "I think Iain is more equipped to tell these things."

I snort. "Like hell. Dragon boy," I snap at him. "Is scared of ainmhain faeries. He just seems to assume the worst." I wave my hands, irritated. "There are ways to tell if they're doing anything!" I snarl. "Well, anything besides the obvious," I add. "They drain your energy or your essence, you can tell."

Cayden glares at me. "Jalkyn is very good at what he-"

A groan stops us all. I turn to the pale healer and Jalkyn. Jalkyn is still awake, eyes wide. He seems a little more aware.

I turn all my attention to him and drop to my knees by him. "You okay?" I ask.

He stares at me, uncomprehending. "Are you okay?" I repeat.

He says nothing, eyes still wide.

The healer glances at me. "His jaw's broken and he's confused. He has a concussion."

With one hit. Goddamn Iain. I'm really glad he's not allowed to attack me.

"Will he be okay?" I demand.

The healer nods. "With time."

I glare at him. "You suck as a healer."

He ignores the insult and turns to Jalkyn. "I need you to drop your shields. I can't heal you properly with them up."

Jalkyn's eyes widen and some consciousness comes into them. He shakes his head once and then winces.

The healer pushes Jalkyn back down when he starts to try and sit up. "Do not move," he orders.

Jalkyn ignores him.

The healer sighs. "I'm putting him under into true unconsciousness. Brace yourself, ainmhain faeries can let out a little magic when unconscious."

Oh yeah they can. Lonnie actually woke me up after I fell asleep last night. He demanded to be taught the way Janie taught me to shield. He had a perpetual hard on apparently and the sex with Jalkyn hadn't dampened out and no amount of his own hand would either.

I double check my shields, but they're still up and going strong.

The healer presses his hand along Jalkyn's forehead and a moment later, his eyes slip shut and his face stills as he slumps.

And then the healer is stiffening.

I hear a sharp inhale from behind me and a moment later, a moan.

"What?" I snap, whirling. My eyes widen.

Iain and Cayden are both looking surprised. And their pants are tented.

I whirl around again at a small sound. The healer stands very slowly. I blink at his tented pants. Everyone.

"It seems," he says, voice strained. "Jalkyn's a little more powerful than most of the ainmhain faeries I've dealt with."

Oh shit.

 

I try to grin at him. “Um, no kidding?”

 

Innis doesn’t seem amused. He’s shaking. “I-“ He stumbles a little towards the exit from the hall. “I need to find my w-wife.”

 

Damn. Straight. And married. Fucker.

 

He takes a few more staggering steps and then bolts. The sound of his shoulder hitting the corner of the wall is loud. His retreating footsteps are easy to hear in the silence.

 

Me, Cayden, and Iain are left staring at each other.

 

Well, I’m staring at them. Iain is staring at Cayden. Cayden catches Iain’s stare and his face drains of color. He takes a staggering step in the direction Innis fled.

 

I glance back at Iain and my jaw drops. His face is contorted, filled with such need.

 

I glance back at Cayden and he’s shaking his head. I can barely hear his muttered words. “I can’t,” he whispers and then he flees.

 

Iain’s face is painful to see. He looks desolate, one hand stretched towards Cayden’s retreating form.

 

“Holy fuck,” I mutter.

 

And then suddenly all of Iain’s attention is on me. All the sadness from a moment before is gone and now he just looks pissed and aroused.

 

“Oh fuck,” I mutter, backing away.

 

Iain begins advancing towards me, one slow controlled step at a time. He doesn’t look desperate and off balance like Cayden and Innis did. He looks perfectly in control with the exception of his tented pants. Like he’s a hunting predator. And I am definitely his prey. I take another step backwards.

 

“Oi, snap out of it!”

 

He doesn’t even seem to hear me. One large palm slaps the wall over my shoulder and I flinch. Claws have extended from his long fingers and they look like steel, filed to a point.

 

I flinch again as his other hand cups my jaw, those long claws trailing along the underside of my jaw. I squeeze my eyes shut and I have a moment to wonder if Iain was the one who cut Jalkyn’s throat. Then something warm and hard is pressing against my lips.

 

My eyes fly open to find Iain’s face close. His silver eyes are half-slitted and he’s looking right at me and holy shit, he’s kissing me!

 

I’m frozen, shocked, and then his lips part against mine. I feel the press of fangs against my upper lip and that shocks me into action. I yank away, ignoring the sting on my lip telling me his fangs cut me and dart under his arm, sprinting full out down the hall. He follows and he’s just as fast as I am, faster even. Dammit! Dragons are mostly extinct. How is that possible if they’re this fucking good at everything?

 

He’s closing in and as his hand is reaching towards me. Desperate, I try to teleport to the demon realm. But it’s too late. His hand is wrapped around my collar and he’s too much for me to handle at that moment. I end up sending us a couple of feet forward and that’s it. We land in a heap on the ground and tumble around for a moment. I’m trying desperately to get him off me but it’s no good. He’s faster and stronger than me. Any success I had in previous fights with him is totally because he couldn’t fight back.

 

He finally slams me against the stone ground, trapping both my arms above my head with one massive hand. My legs are trapped under one of his and I’m helpless. I thrash back and forth anyways, hoping to get free, but he’s unmovable.

 

His free hand reaches up and yanks my t-shirt. The cloth shreds under his nails and my torso is bared.

 

“Shit, stop!”

 

He either doesn’t hear or ignores me. My jeans get the same treatment as my t-shirt. I’m not wearing underwear underneath; I was in too much of a hurry this morning. Chasing after Jalkyn. Dammit.

 

“Can’t you shield at all?”

 

No response other than his lips descending on mine again. This time, he forces my mouth open with tongue and teeth. I growl at him and bite down sharply as his tongue invades my mouth.

 

He rears back in surprise and I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see, as droplets of warm liquid rain down on my face. Instead, I use his distraction to free my legs and slam a knee in his crotch.

 

He cries out and curls into the fetal position. I scramble up and sprint towards my room, panicking badly. I pass more than one couple on the way. They’re just having sex against the walls, floors, any surface available. Shit. I am so glad Janie taught me to shield. Jalkyn’s powers must be going totally out of control. “Shit, shit, shit,” I mutter as I reach my room.

 

I slam the door of the suite shut behind me and shove the couch in front of it. I do the same in my bedroom, except I push the whole bed in front of it. And it was hard to move. I collapse against the footboard on the floor, panting.

 

I jump as I hear a slamming sound from outside. Shit! I didn’t expect him to actually follow me! The barricade was just in case! Goddammit! Why didn’t he get distracted by the other couples on the way?

 

The bed begins to move against my back. Shit!

 

I brace myself and push back. My eyes fall on the rune I drew for teleporting. Shit! I can teleport!

 

“Fuck,” I mutter as the bed moves a couple more inches forward.

 

I’ll have to be fast. I give one last shove against the bed and draw my magic to me. I ignore being pushed a few inches forward and try to concentrate. But then the bed flies forward and I’m slammed into the wall by it. My head collides with the wall and I grunt, suddenly seeing multi-coloured spots instead of the grey wall. My head is splitting, or it feels like it.

 

I don’t notice that the bed has been pulled away from me until I hit the ground. I still can’t see straight and attempting to move sends bolts of pain through every inch of my body.

 

I groan and that doesn’t hurt at least. Then, something that feels like steel is wrapping around my arm and I’m pulled upright. I blink and try to clear the stars from my eyes. Iain comes into focus in time to see his face advance rapidly on mine and once again I’m pulled into a bruising kiss.

 

I gasp and gag as his tongue is shoved down my throat. Goddamn, he has a long tongue.

 

His fangs dig into my upper lip, breaking skin, as one of his hands reaches down to grasp my length firmly. I let out a strangled gasp into his mouth and when he presses his body against mine, I’m as hard as he is.

 

I try to pull away again, but his grip is unbreakable. Besides, what would I do anyway? He can run faster than me. I can’t teleport fast enough even if I could get away.

 

So, I go the other way. I melt against him and kiss him back firmly. I’m not going to be able to get away no matter what I do, so might as well enjoy it. And maybe he’ll hurt me less if I’m obedient.

 

But his lips don’t soften against mine. Instead, his mouth moves from mine, down. I freeze as his mouth opens around my neck. His teeth caress the delicate skin, brush my jugular.

 

Oh shit. One bite and he could kill me. Shit. I don’t trust Iain that much. He’s not allowed to hurt me, but that doesn’t seem to be really computing right now. I’m in a lot of pain. Jalkyn’s ainmhain powers seem to be completely blowing any reasoning abilities he ever had away.

 

But he doesn’t bite down. Thank god. I don’t want to die quite yet.

 

His mouth finds my chest and I breathe a sigh of relief. It gets cut off halfway through though. His claws are trailing down my thigh, the sharp points caressing. I tense, frozen, scared of him pressing down.

 

I let out a gasp as his hand tightens around my thigh. His claws don’t dig in though. Instead he lifts my leg. I’m a little confused. “Wha-“

 

It trails off into a gasp as his fingers dip to my butt.

 

But he doesn't take that final step. His mouth moves back up my chest and pauses on the side where my neck meets my shoulder. He licks and then nibbles and it’s like he’s kissing my shoulder as thoroughly as he did my mouth.

 

Then, he bites down hard and I’m lost. My wings explode out of my back, batting uselessly against the wall. My claws are extended, digging into his back. I throw my head back, crying out, and my horns slam against the wall.

 

My fingers dig into his back, drawing blood. It’s a dark, dark red, nearly black and I want to see more of it. I start dragging my nails down slowly.

 

He growls at me, the sound vibrating through me. His fangs are still sunk into my shoulder.

 

I growl back and swipe at his face. He yanks away, fangs ripping more of my skin. My blood is trailing down his face.

 

He snarls at me and kisses me harshly again, forcing my blood into my mouth. I tilt my head and open my mouth, kissing him back firmly before starting to move my hips against him.

 

One of his hands reaches up and slams my head back, barring my neck. He sinks his teeth into my neck and all I can do is moan. I want him. I want him on top of me, in me, holding me down as he fucks me.

Iain keeps up a fast pace for what seems like ages. I don't protest- I'm enjoying it. What feels like hours later, Iain stops moving suddenly.

 

I moan and thrust my hips, but he doesn’t respond.

 

I blink twice and try to focus. It takes a moment and then Iain’s face solidifies. His eyes are wide and his skin looks paler than normal. He looks horrified. His eyes are focused on my face and slowly begin to dip, roving over my throat, chest, stomach, finally to where our bodies are joined. My legs are still locked around his waist.

 

I frown as he just continues to gape at me. Finally, I growl and sink my teeth into his shoulder. He moves, but it’s not the way I want him too.

 

He moves back, away from the wall. I just hang on, hopeful he’ll slam me against the floor or the table or even the bed. He doesn’t though.

 

Instead, his large hands begin to claw at my legs. I frown but slide off him. Maybe he wants a different position?

 

But as soon as my feet hit the ground and my hands unwind from his neck, he backs away from me, eyes comically wide.

 

I frown and scent the air. Fear. He’s scared. A grin slowly crosses my lips. I don’t understand, but he just gave up his place as a dominant. I lunge towards him, ignoring the pain, stiffness, and weakness in my limbs.

 

But he doesn’t react like a submissive either.

 

He catches my wrists and shoves me against the floor face down.

 

I nearly purr. Back to being dominant. I arch, rubbing.

 

His breath catches, but he shifts and I can move far enough to get his cock back where it belongs.

 

“Sinjin, snap out of it,” he growls.

 

 “Kéles damn it!” he shouts. “Snap out of it, Jalkyn’s powers aren’t working anymore!”

 

Jalkyn?

 

It takes my fuzzy mind a moment to conjure a picture of Jalkyn. When it does, I freeze. My demonic side recedes rapidly. “Shit,” I murmur. “Mother fucking HELL!” I shout, struggling.

 

Iain lets me go and as I scramble to my feet, I see he’s darted several feet away.

 

We stare at each other.

 

We seem to realize we’re naked at the same time. He turns dark red and grabs the sheet off the bed.

 

I’m slower, grabbing a pair of jeans from the closet and sliding them on. I wince. Every movement hurts. The rough material is painful against my too tender skin. Shit, we really went at it.

 

I leave off a shirt. My back is fucked up. I don’t think I could handle it.

 

I finally turn around, but Iain isn’t looking at me. His eyes are locked on the wall, on the spot where we just had an insane amount of sex.

 

Reluctantly, I look over there too. Iain’s clothes are in shreds on the ground. I don’t know when he lost them. I don’t even know if it was he or I. All I remember is him slamming me against the wall with his breeches already unbuttoned.

 

My clothes would still be in the hall.

 

The stone is spattered with cum and blood everywhere in the area.

 

My eyes widen as I finally see past the blood on the wall from where I was pressed. The stone is cracked. My knees start shaking.

 

I hurt before, but all this physical evidence of exactly how much my body was abused makes me hurt more. I’m suddenly realizing that every inch of me is cut and bit and bruised. I have scratches that run from my shoulders to mid-thigh. That bite on my chest is still oozing blood. And my ass hurts. Iain has to be the biggest guy I’ve ever been with, and not just in height and shoulder width.

 

I glance over at him. His eyes are huge and on me, but I don’t notice. I’m focusing on the eight, deep bleeding scratches down his chest. They look like a murder attempt. My eyes go down to my shaking hands. They’re covered in blood.

 

That’s the last straw for me; I faint.