Chapter 69 Chapter 69
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Apollo ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
The fluorescent lights buzzed like angry hornets overhead, casting harsh shadows on the cracked tile floor of the women's bathroom. I had teleported in the second Levi's telepathic alert from Elena came through, my muscles coiling tight as I landed in a crouch, nostrils flaring. The air reeked of cheap perfume, piss, and something metallic—blood. Adrianna's blood. My cock twitched involuntarily at the thought of her hurt, that seductive brunette’s curvy body marked up without my dominance, her pussy or ass bleeding from some unauthorized rough play. Fuck, why had she not screamed through our bond? That oath we swore, souls tangled in eternal promise, should have lit up like a firestorm the moment danger touched her. But nothing—just a faint tug, like she was blocking me on purpose, her cunning mind playing games even now. Or worse, a sneak attack from some supernatural fucker who had silenced her telepathy, dragging her off to pound her holes raw while she bled.
I straightened, my intense eyes scanning the stalls, the sink where the mirror hung shattered, shards glittering like broken promises. Blood streaks smeared the porcelain, fresh enough to smell her—sweet, musky, mixed with the club's sweat. Supernatural presence lingered too, an oily residue in the air that made my demonic instincts roar, hackles rising. Whatever took her was not human; no mortal could mask a soulmate bond like this. My dick hardened against my jeans, rage and lust twisting—imagining hunting the bastard down, pinning him like I had pinned Levi, stripping him bare and fucking his ass until he begged, dominance surging as I avenged her. But first, find clues. I slammed open a stall door, boots echoing, fingers trailing the wall for any scrape of fabric, any drop of her juices from a forced public fingering.
The door burst open behind me, Levi's heavy steps thudding in with Elena's lighter ones. He locked it with a decisive click, and I heard her slap the 'Closed for Cleaning' sign on the outside—smart, blocking out the club's horny drunks sniffing for a quick blowjob in the stalls. With my back to them, I growled low, voice rough with command.
“Help me look around. See if we can find anything else that will help us figure out who took her.”
My hands clenched, knuckles white, mind flashing to Adrianna's peaceful sleep earlier, her tits rising soft under the sheet before this nightmare. If she was out there, bleeding and bent over for some rough stranger's cock, I would rip it off and make her watch me dominate the corpse.
Elena whirled on me the second the lock clicked, her slim body trembling, dark hair wild, tits heaving under her cropped top like she was primed for a gang bang but fury twisted her playful tease into something feral.
“Why have you not used the soulmate bond to find her?” she snapped, voice echoing off the tiles. Then louder, yelling, her eyes flashing accusation. “As a matter of fact, why did you not notice when your soulmate was taken?”
I turned slow, towering over her, my muscular frame casting a shadow that made her nipples poke hard through the fabric—fear and that dark hunger we all shared. My intense eyes locked on hers, dominance flaring hot in my gut, cock throbbing at the tension.
“She did not let me know,” I said, voice gravelly, stepping closer until my chest nearly brushed her tits. “So that leads me to believe this was a sneak attack. Or a very, very slim chance that she is purposely blocking our bond—her cunning ass playing some game with that oath we swore, testing my promise to protect her.” I leaned in, breath hot on her face, the scent of her wet thong hitting me—arousal spiking even in panic. “But how the fuck did you not notice someone following her to the bathroom? You are the one who made the argument about us not needing to be here because there are plenty of security guards and cameras.”
Levi shifted beside her, his cocky stance cracking, my ass was still swollen raw from his earlier torture, the memory making my dick leak pre-cum into my boxers. He rubbed his jaw, eyes darting to the bloodied mirror.
“Has anyone thought to check the cameras?” he asked, voice urgent, stepping forward to pry at the sink's edge, searching for hidden traces.
I nodded sharp, mind racing—visions of Adrianna's curvy form dragged into shadows, skirt hiked, some supernatural prick's thick cock slamming her pussy while she bled, her moans twisted in pain not pleasure. Fuck, our bond should have burned; that eternal soulmate promise, blood-oathed beyond lifetimes, demanded it. If she was blocking me, testing my dominance, I would punish her later—bend her over the mansion's Alaskan king bed, spank her ass red for several days, until she screamed apology, then fuck her raw, public or not, reasserting control. But the blood said real hurt, and my demonic rage boiled, muscles flexing as I kicked open another stall, the door banging loud.
Elena dropped to her knees by the mirror shards, fingers sifting glass, her thong peeking as she bent—ass cheeks clenching, inviting even now.
“This blood... it is hers, isn't it? Fuck, Apollo, if someone's roughing her up without us…” Her voice broke, but her eyes gleamed with that teasing fire, pussy lips probably slick under the fabric, craving the hunt's rough payoff.
“Yeah, it is hers,” I confirmed, crouching beside her, my hand grazing her thigh accidentally-on-purpose, dominance surging. “Supernatural scent's thick here—something old, powerful. Took her fast, no time for her to yell through the bond.”
I grabbed a shard, blood flaking off, inhaling deep—her essence hitting me like a punch to the gut, cock hardening fully now, urgent need to claim and protect twisting with the filth of the scene. Levi rummaged in the trash bin nearby, pulling out a crumpled napkin stained dark, holding it up.
“This got her scent too. We can track it.”
The bass from the club throbbed through the walls, distant moans filtering in—public sex echoing our interrupted play. My mind flashed to the mansion, that basement dungeon waiting for rough setups, but now it taunted me: empty without Adrianna's seductive commands. If this was a breach of our oaths, promises shattered, I would make them pay—dominate the fucker publicly, ass-fuck him in the alley while the club watched, Levi and Elena joining to tear him apart.
“We move now,” I ordered, standing tall, eyes intense. “Cameras first, then follow the blood trail. No one breaks our bond without bleeding worse.”
Elena rose, pressing close, her tits against my arm, breath hitching—fear fueling lust. Levi nodded, cock bulging in his pants, ready for the brutal chase. The door stayed locked, but the hunt was unlocking something savage in us all, dominance ready to explode into raw, urgent violence.