Vengeance of a Queen: The Resurrection of Queens, Book 2

It takes a few days, but thankfully everyone we brought with us is able to heal. Darcy is back up and on her feet, though Dante is never far from her. Connor has spent the last few days in the infirmary, much to his dismay, and although Kelly has been by his side the entire time, none of the witches have allowed for…conjugal visits.

Our inner circle is now sitting in the dining room for the first time in what feels like a century. Malcolm and I haven’t really left my bedroom, and we’re planning on heading right back once this meeting is done. I’m sure Kelly and Connor can’t wait to be alone either, if the looks he’s throwing her way are anything to go on.

Fayden is typing away on her tablet, and she grins at us once we’re seated. “While you were all away getting beat up, I took the time to build a war room.” Her gaze locks on mine, and I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. “It has all the same features as the one back in Ireland.”

“Bless you, you beautiful creature!” I shove my chair back and race around the table to tackle her with a hug. “You’re my favorite sister ever.”

Malcolm groans loudly and places his head in his hands. “Don’t tell her that. Now she’s going to be insufferable.” I just stick my tongue out at him in response.

Once I’m seated again, Malcolm begins sharing details about his time in captivity.

“Wait.” Connor holds up his hand. “So you’re saying the mage can talk to the Sins and there are more than two weapons?”

Malcolm nods. “I have no idea where the others are, or how the mage was able to communicate. He just said he had a conduit.”

It’s still more for us to go off of than we originally had. The only issue is…

“The mage still has that first weapon, and he was instructed to get the second one before we could get to it.” Malcolm places his hands on the table before standing. “But that’s not the most interesting thing.”

We all go silent, watching him like a hawk. He hasn’t told me this part of his little adventure yet.

“It was Malick.” We all tense at the archdemon’s name. “He’s being controlled by the mage. He isn’t acting of his own free will.”

Ayla snorts back a laugh. “Seriously?”

“I know, I know, but listen.” He takes a deep breath, and his eyes meet mine. “When we were in the chamber in Iceland, he had this odd, blank look on his face, right?” I nod. “When I woke up, I was in a cell. He came to see me and he was acting…strange, but his face wasn’t blank. He seemed a bit manic, honestly. But it was the conversation between the mage and Wrath that confirmed it for me. They’re going to kill him.”

“That saves us the trouble.” Caleb shrugs. We all nod in agreement. One less enemy we need to worry about.

“No.” My gaze flies back to my mate, my brow raised in question. “Just…hear me out.”

He pushes away from the table and starts to pace along the side of the room. “If we can get to him first, we can learn everything he knows in exchange for protection.”

“Absolutely not!” Ayla and Darcy shout at the same time, slamming their hands on the table.

“I get it. I do. But we won’t ever have another chance like this. If we can offer him protection from Wrath and the mage, then we can learn everything he knows. It’ll help us in the long run!” Malcolm runs both hands through his hair.

I can only gape at him. Protect an archdemon? Has he gone insane? There’s some merit to getting whatever information Malick has to offer, but we should kill him right after he gives it to us. We can’t just…keep him. He’s not a puppy.

“Why don’t we table this discussion for now?” Kelly’s voice is soft and soothing. She’s always the voice of reason. “I think we’re all still a little too raw to have a solid discussion and debate about Malick’s potential usefulness. Besides, I doubt the mage will be able to find Malick any time soon. He’s spent centuries flying under the radar. We have some time.”

Malcolm huffs, folding his arms across his chest, and glowers at us. He’s cute when he pouts. I kind of want to pinch his cheeks or smoosh his face between my hands and coo at him. My panther snorts in amusement.

“We can’t take too much time,” he argues, shooting Kelly a look that says he means business. That causes Connor to growl, his wolf flashing in his eyes. I don’t rise to the bait and growl back, but I make it a point to stare at the dire wolf.

“Just a few days,” Kelly concedes. “I think we all need a bit of a breather. Besides, we have no way of contacting him.”

Malcolm huffs again before finally nodding. Crisis averted.

“Can we get back to other things?” Fayden chimes in. A grin tugs at my lips, and I arch my brow. “Sorry, but we have a lot to handle, and I feel like we’re not going to have as much time as we’d like.”

“Connor, where is the other weapon? We should focus on the one we know of for now.” Kelly turns to smile at her mate. He stares at her with such heat, I start to blush. She ducks her head when he leans in to whisper something in her ear. Whatever it is, she liked it.

“Russia. The other weapon is in Russia.” Connor turns back to the table. “Moscow, specifically.”

“I think we plan our trip out a bit. See if we can figure out a way to contact Malick before we leave and get everything in order.”

We all agree.

Later that day, Malcolm and I are back in my room. We’re going over various ways to attempt to contact Malick. I don’t necessarily agree that reaching out to the archdemon is the best idea, but Malcolm believes in it so strongly, I’m willing to roll with it.

“I actually think Ayla, Darcy, or even Kelly may be able to get in touch with him.” Malcolm runs his fingers down my spine. I shiver and adjust myself so I’m facing him. “Ayla and Darcy went through that change, so there’s a bit of him inside them. They may be able to tap into that. Kelly is a sin eater, so she can probably pinpoint where he is. I’m not too familiar with a sin eater’s abilities, but it’s worth a shot.”

“Let’s give Darcy and Kelly a few days before approaching them. We can talk to Ayla right away if you want, but I doubt Darcy will be eager to reach out to Malick after the cave-in, and I know Connor will most likely chew our heads off if we approach Kelly.”

“You’re right.” He grabs my hand and presses a kiss to my palm.

I bask in his touch for a moment, allowing it to settle my panther. “I was so fucking scared.” My voice cracks, and I have to swallow before going on. “When I couldn’t feel you, I…”

Malcolm sits up and adjusts us so I’m straddling his lap before looping both of his arms around my waist and pressing our foreheads together.

“I know, kitten. I felt the same way. My only thought was getting back to you.” The depth of emotion that fills his voice has my heart pounding. “I was going to do whatever it took to get back to you.”

“I was ready to level everything and everyone to find you,” I admit. “It was so hard focusing past my rage and fear.”

Leaning in, Malcolm places a gentle kiss against my lips. I nibble his bottom lip and follow it with a lick to soothe the sting. He tangles his fingers in my hair and angles my head the way he wants, then he pulls back a bit and our gazes lock.

“I remember telling you that you’re going to choke on my cock, kitten.” I clench my thighs and inhale deeply. “You had to go and create lightsabers, and get me rock fucking hard while we were fighting. I think I also promised to redden your pert little ass.”

I try to pull back, but his fist tightens in my hair so I can’t move too far away. “You’re going to do exactly as I say tonight, kitten.” His hand wraps around my throat, and I purr.

With a snap of his fingers, I’m naked. Another snap, and I’m bound to the bed. He positions himself between my legs, hunger illuminating his eyes as he leans down to press a kiss against my inner thigh.

“I thought you wanted me to choke on your cock,” I tease.

“After I’ve tasted you.” His dark look causes me to shiver.

Malcolm’s lips close around my clit as his fingers slowly sink into my pussy. He sucks hard and scissors his fingers, causing my hips to buck against his mouth. Magical hands start to tease my nipples and hold my hips down. I really need to learn how to do that with my own magic.

The pressure against my clit and the pace of his fingers increase. Soon, I’m moaning his name with each pull of his lips.

Come for me, kitten. Come on my fingers.

My panther purrs at his demand.

I’m so close.

A jolt of magic zings against my clit and my nipples at the same time, and I come with a cry. My legs shake and my head flings back as the orgasm continues to wash through me.

The next thing I know, I’m straddling Malcolm’s face with his hands locked on my hips, his magic pushing me down so I can slip his cock between my lips. I lick the head as I wrap one hand around the base and cradle his balls with the other. He groans against my pussy.

I could tease him and make him wait before I slide him deep into my throat, but I can’t. I need to work him up so he’ll flip me and thrust this thick cock into my pussy. I need him to fuck me raw. I need us to connect and show each other that we’re alive and well.

With a deep inhale, I quickly move my lips down his shaft until the head bumps the back of my throat. Malcolm’s hips buck against me, and I swallow around him. A soft growl vibrates against my clit. I moan, and he curses softly.

Rather than bobbing my head, I pull his cock out of my mouth just a little before sliding it back down my throat. I focus on swallowing and moaning around him. His pace against my pussy falters. That’s the signal I’ve been waiting for.

I pop my lips off his shaft and give it a loving lick before turning my head to glance back at my mate.

“Please. I need you to fuck me.” I keep my voice low and raw.

In a burst of movement, I’m slammed against the wall opposite the bed. My legs wrap around Malcolm’s waist as he drives his cock into the hilt. My head falls back against the wall as he pistons in and out of me, his fingers tangling in my hair.

“Look at me, kitten. Watch me as I make you come on my cock.”

I blink my eyes open. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them.

“Good girl.” Magical hands caress my body, pinch my nipples, and roughly flick my clit.

Our gazes remained locked as whimpers and moans burst from my lips, and groans and snarls slip from his. The slap of flesh against flesh soon drowns out everything else. The feel of him moving inside me is all I know, all I want to ever know from here on out. Just the two of us joined like this.

“Gods, I love your pussy, kitten. It’s so damn tight and wet.” Malcolm presses a quick kiss to my lips. “I love everything about you, Liv. Everything. I love you more than life itself.”

Tears sting the backs of my eyes. “I love you so much.”

“Then I need you to come around my cock. I need you to scream my name when you do it.”

He sends magic zapping through every sensitive part of my body. My head flings back as I scream his name, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock. I feel him swell right before he comes with a roar.

Panting, I lift my head to once again meet his gaze. “I hope you realize I’m not done with you.”

“Oh, kitten. I’m going to have you screaming my name all night. You won’t have a voice in the morning.” A wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Promises, promises.”