the Gods
of night, but why did she want to both slay him and feel him pump
45
inside her? Her brain reasserted dominance long enough to fill her in
on what had transpired during her mental vacation, making her wince.
Helena found the wherewithal to scream despite the new shape of
her mouth. She wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of
expressing herself. "I'm going to kill you."
Constantine raised his head to address her. "You will find yourself
a little late. You and I are dead. And I am not the first to attack your
line. One before me clearly failed in an attempt to kill or change a
female ancestor while she was pregnant. Consider me simply
finishing what needed to be done for you to gain your rightful lineage
with more power than you can begin to imagine. L.A. and Palmer are
child's play compared to what can be awaiting you."
Helena jump kicked the pillows and landed on her tiptoes. She
didn't have to think about her actions, her body knew what it could do
and how to pull it off. Pain existed but it didn't faze her or fill her
with dread.
Constantine slowly extended himself to standing, his knees slightly
bent to move quickly. "Nice isn't it, knowing pain is a temporary
thing and damage is behind you?"
She eyed him, watching him make miniscule steps in her direction,
but still outside her reach.
"What do you want?" She curled her lip up at him, and tracked
every twitch of muscle giving away his next step.
"It's what you want that matters." Threads of the rope twist and fray
as she half squatted, letting her hair come loose from her scalp.
"I could tear myself free. You know that." She reached up and
began slicing through the braid with her talons.
"I know, but I think you should hear me out before you try
anything." Constantine puffed up his chest, the top button popping
open to show off more of his body. He stroked his pecks, twirling his
golden hair, oil glands scenting the hair from the arousal.
Helena stopped what she was doing with the rope and raised an
eyebrow, her mouth parting to taste the air and lick her lips.
46
"Humans want the best sex of their lives every day, an orgasm to
redefine space and time, at least most do." Constantine ran a finger
down his chest, disappearing under his shirt to tug on his waistline.
Helena rubbed the back of her neck and shifted her shoulders.
"But you're different. You want that and more." He took a step
closer to her, into her danger range.
Helena bent at the waist, ready to leap.
"You want power." Constantine stopped moving.
She waited, watching.
"You've lived antsy, feeling what you want is outside your reach no
matter what you do, a wish that will never be fulfilled." He freed the
next button hanging on by taking the sides of his shirt and pulling
them apart.
Her toes and fingers curled but her legs remained cocked for action.
"You've been half asleep, denied the part of you that could really
take charge and control everything and everyone around you, living
behind a mask that now is shattered. You can have it all, sex, power,
eternity." He got through the last button and let his shirt slip down his
back and fall behind him, the v of his waist dipping down below his
pants where her eyes could not follow.
Helena pulled on the rope with both hands, contorting the metal
tracks hugging the hook. She watched the buckle form, the hook
barely on the tracks. "So what do you think?" She nodded to the hook
grappling to stay connected to the ceiling rails.
"I think you could get yourself loose without much effort."
Constantine hooked two fingers in his waistband and pulled, his
stomach sucked in so a hand could be slipped inside.
Metal screeched and clanged. The hook lost the task of staying on
the ceiling, falling to the ground in a thud that nicked the cement.
"Appears there is nothing holding me back from breaking you next."
She started to prowl. They both circled keeping a body length
between them, eyes on each
of night, but why did she want to both slay him and feel him pump
45
inside her? Her brain reasserted dominance long enough to fill her in
on what had transpired during her mental vacation, making her wince.
Helena found the wherewithal to scream despite the new shape of
her mouth. She wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of
expressing herself. "I'm going to kill you."
Constantine raised his head to address her. "You will find yourself
a little late. You and I are dead. And I am not the first to attack your
line. One before me clearly failed in an attempt to kill or change a
female ancestor while she was pregnant. Consider me simply
finishing what needed to be done for you to gain your rightful lineage
with more power than you can begin to imagine. L.A. and Palmer are
child's play compared to what can be awaiting you."
Helena jump kicked the pillows and landed on her tiptoes. She
didn't have to think about her actions, her body knew what it could do
and how to pull it off. Pain existed but it didn't faze her or fill her
with dread.
Constantine slowly extended himself to standing, his knees slightly
bent to move quickly. "Nice isn't it, knowing pain is a temporary
thing and damage is behind you?"
She eyed him, watching him make miniscule steps in her direction,
but still outside her reach.
"What do you want?" She curled her lip up at him, and tracked
every twitch of muscle giving away his next step.
"It's what you want that matters." Threads of the rope twist and fray
as she half squatted, letting her hair come loose from her scalp.
"I could tear myself free. You know that." She reached up and
began slicing through the braid with her talons.
"I know, but I think you should hear me out before you try
anything." Constantine puffed up his chest, the top button popping
open to show off more of his body. He stroked his pecks, twirling his
golden hair, oil glands scenting the hair from the arousal.
Helena stopped what she was doing with the rope and raised an
eyebrow, her mouth parting to taste the air and lick her lips.
46
"Humans want the best sex of their lives every day, an orgasm to
redefine space and time, at least most do." Constantine ran a finger
down his chest, disappearing under his shirt to tug on his waistline.
Helena rubbed the back of her neck and shifted her shoulders.
"But you're different. You want that and more." He took a step
closer to her, into her danger range.
Helena bent at the waist, ready to leap.
"You want power." Constantine stopped moving.
She waited, watching.
"You've lived antsy, feeling what you want is outside your reach no
matter what you do, a wish that will never be fulfilled." He freed the
next button hanging on by taking the sides of his shirt and pulling
them apart.
Her toes and fingers curled but her legs remained cocked for action.
"You've been half asleep, denied the part of you that could really
take charge and control everything and everyone around you, living
behind a mask that now is shattered. You can have it all, sex, power,
eternity." He got through the last button and let his shirt slip down his
back and fall behind him, the v of his waist dipping down below his
pants where her eyes could not follow.
Helena pulled on the rope with both hands, contorting the metal
tracks hugging the hook. She watched the buckle form, the hook
barely on the tracks. "So what do you think?" She nodded to the hook
grappling to stay connected to the ceiling rails.
"I think you could get yourself loose without much effort."
Constantine hooked two fingers in his waistband and pulled, his
stomach sucked in so a hand could be slipped inside.
Metal screeched and clanged. The hook lost the task of staying on
the ceiling, falling to the ground in a thud that nicked the cement.
"Appears there is nothing holding me back from breaking you next."
She started to prowl. They both circled keeping a body length
between them, eyes on each
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