Helen’s POV
“Now, my dear little Wolf,” the Huntsman purred. “Shall we get married first? Or should we go straight to the bedroom?”
I was nearly panting with desire at this point. “I don't care,” I gasped out.
And I really didn't. The Huntsman could do whatever he wanted to me, marry me, fuck me. I didn't care as long as it was with my Huntsman.
He tapped my nose. “I think we should do both. And film it! Martin, get the camera.”
Martin bowed, and the Huntsman pulled me to my feet, carefully untying both my hands and my ankles. A ripple of disappointment went through me. I was sure he'd tied me up for something kinky.
But if my darling thought that we needed to do something else instead, whatever he wanted, I’d do. I followed as the Huntsman led me out of the room we were in, away from the sofa. After leading me down a short hallway, he opened the door to a bedroom. Ins
Justin's POV“What do you mean they're gone?” I roared.Randy flinched back from me. “I'm sorry. I don't know anything more than you do. I spent the morning with you, as you well know.”“Where were her guards?”The news that Helen and her friend had been abducted once again sent both my temper and Beowulf’s into a frenzy. Containing him was taking every bit of my willpower. He wanted to burn down everything around us, to both get Helen back and to punish any and everyone for letting this happen.Randy scowled at me. “The guards were found unconscious at their post. They've been hit with darts from a distance. It wasn't that they didn't do their job. It was that we were outmaneuvered, plain and simple.”I snarled and threw the glass that I was holding at the wall, where it shattered. “This is unacceptable. Who took her?”“Who do you think?” Rand
Russo's POVI trudged back to my house feeling horrible, churnings in my stomach. We lost Helen. She was now in the clutches of a half demon.Somehow that knowledge made her situation seem worse than the last time the Huntsman had gotten his hands on her. Because then we thought he was just an evil person, but somehow knowing that a demon had his hands on one of my best friends made me physically sick.Lisa was in the kitchen brewing something on the stove when I walked in. The scent of it burned my nose.“What are you working on?” I asked her.She turned around to look at me, and her spoon clattered to the stove top. “What's happened now?” she asked.“We're pretty sure the Huntsman has taking Helen,” I told her.She covered her mouth with both hands, gasping. “It's a good thing I'm starting on the potion that we’ll need for the rite,” she said. “This needs to s
Russo’s POVRandy nodded slowly in agreement, though I could see on his face he still found the whole situation utterly distasteful. I fully agreed but Lisa did have a minor point. Helen wasn't hanging from chains or something in the Huntsman's basement, And he wasn't making her watch him pluck the wings off pixies.Helen might be a captive, and he might be using her, but the fallout could be dealt with later. And the focus right now really did need to be on bringing the Huntsman down.I turned to Lisa. “You have the ink boiling. What else do we need to get done? Let's make sure that everything is ready to go. Absolutely nothing should get in our way of making this ritual happen.”She nodded. “We have the ink ready. We have the herbs we need. Those will get burned or sprinkled during the ritual, at least the ones that weren't used in the ink. But we need one other thing to make this happen. We need a sacrifice.”
Russo’s POVLisa delicately slit the aloe, opening the leaves and scraping the gel out onto her hands. I undid my pants and slid them down to the floor. Just the idea of getting to touch in any way like this had me aroused, and I sprang free, ready to be of service in any way that I could.She put her hands on me, gently but firmly stroking. I backed into the wall to give me some support, and tipped my head back, closing my eyes. I reached out with my hands, running my fingers through her hair. I let myself imagine that this wasn't just her hands moving over me. I imagined her taking me in her mouth, and then moving up and taking me between her legs.The visions were so potent that it only took a few minutes before I groaned.“Shit!” she yelped.Lisa fumbled around as I spurted the contents of my ecstasy through her fingers. I could feel her scrape the glass along my shaft, scooping up the last of what she need
Helen’s POVMy Huntsman led me from the room and down the hall. Stopping at a cutout in the ceiling, he pulled this down, and a ladder extended, leading to the attic. Dutifully, I followed him up and found Julianne weeping softly on a bed in the corner of the attic.The Huntsman had been telling the truth. There were no windows, nothing but the raw boards on the floor and the walls and the slanted ceilings. These were all clean, and a rug filled the center of the space. A bed had been pushed against the far straight wall. Next to it sat a little table where a tray of food and water lay untouched.“Julianne.”At the sound of the Huntsman's voice, she scrambled off the bed, rushing for him. “My love, my darling,” she cried out. “You finally came back to me.”She caught sight of me over his shoulder and slapped out at me. “You bitch! What are you doing here?”The Huntsman caugh
Russo’s POVFive minutes later, we were on the road and on our way. I drove while Lisa tapped out another set of texts, probably updating all of our friends to our status.Justin would be taking command of the warriors with Randy at his side. We managed to find the location of where the Huntsman was hiding. It was part of a planned community with walls around the outside and gates with guards, secure if one were just trying to keep out regular predators. More of a fortress when we knew what was lurking inside.And our pixie spy, Freya, had left the night before, trying to get herself situated in a place in the house where she would be able to witness everything going on and give updates. Justin had taken possession of a small magical earpiece that she had made for Helen before Helen got abducted. Using that to communicate, she would verify that we had done our jobs.Then Justin and Randy would lead the rest of the warriors in to clean
Russo's POVNight was falling, and everything inside the church's basement was ready. Our pentagram and all of the symbols were written in the specific ink. Our offering was laid out, one each of the five donations on the five points of the pentagram.Beside me, Lisa's forehead glistened with sweat. We were at zero hour. It was time to start the actual ritual.She chanted the words that would open us to the magic, then connected that magic to the pentagram and the orders with power over demons written therein.On TV, magic always showed up as a flashy light show, but this was different, subtle. Being a fae, I could feel the magic whisper across my skin and through my hair like the slightest breeze, one which would tickle the flame on a candle without blowing it out. Yet carried in that whisper was a measure of power that stunned me.I took a gaping glance at Lisa. I had no idea that my bride-to-be could conjure up that much power. All
Helen’s POVRather than pushing me away like he usually did after our lovemaking, my Huntsman crawled back on his hands and knees, groaning again. But this time, it looked like his face was not contorted in pleasure but in pain.I was torn. I wanted to lay on my back, tipping my hips up so that his seed could find its way as deep within me as possible. I wanted him to have impregnated me. But I also wanted to go to his side and ease his pain.I patted the floor next to my shoulder. “Come here, my love. I'll try to tend to you.”He grunted and started towards me, and then collapsed to the floor, face down on the carpet. I shrieked, scrambling to my hands and knees and shaking his shoulders.“Huntsman! Huntsman! My husband, my darling, my love. What's wrong?”This time he clutched at his throat and let out a scream. Fire shot from his mouth. I shouted and scrambled back from him. Even Martin hurried