Comfort Me

Hunnie's P.O.V 👁👁











Kris and I stormed out of my portal blindly, in the dark summer's moon light, and to the coven's lake house. 









Kris sprinted to the front doors that held screams and glass breaking from the other side.







"BAHM!" I heard Kris yell once opening the door. 









I ran right behind him. Eyeing Evie's body gasping for air behind their broken bar. Then, I see Bahm hovering over someone. Both Kris and I walked carefully to his side, it's Jahred. 











Bahm looked different. His canines were elongated, his eyes as black as onyx, and his nails were quadrupled the length it normally was. They looked like thin razor blades, coated with blood. His face muscle was swollen, pulsating with a rippling effect. 









"Bahm don't do it. Leave them. They will get theirs." Kris exhales out, with his body taking slow steps to Bahm, his hand out in front of his chest. I gripped onto his shirt, afraid of seeing my Bahm this way. 











The witches and wizards from the coven were behind some sort of barrier that was blocking them from coming our way. I glanced over at them before cutting a sharp eye and diverting my attention back to Kris and Bahm. 











"HE MUST DIE KRIS!! FOR EVERYTHING!" Bahm's voice comes off snarling and ferocious, sending goosebumps down my arms. 











"Hunnie wouldn't want you killing them Bahm.."









Bahm doesn't even shoot me a glance, his black eyes flicker to a hue of purple. He turns his head to the side and stops his movements. 













"Bahm please..." I pleaded with fearful tears running down my face. 











Locking my eyes intensely on his dark ones. I didn't want to sound like I was defending them and anger him more. 













He throws Jahred's body down and punches his face in one more time before vanishing in thin air. 











I looked to Kris's face. 









"He went home. Come on." He says painfully.









A helpless Jahred laid on the wooden floors of the room. Soaked in his own blood, groaning in agonizing pain. His face was battered and cut wide open along his forehead and scalp. 







Kris heads outside, immediately shouting on his phone. I stood in the lake house for a few seconds. Examining the room. I began to hear soft whimpers and hissing coming from the corner of the bar. 





Glass shattered everywhere and alcohol splashed all over the counters. 









My body pull me towards the area. Completely stepping over Jahred's body and to the edge of the bar. I look down and see Evie's disgruntled body, dragging on the floor with blood smearing her traces. 









"YOU EVIL! DISGUSTING! PIG!" I spat out so viciously she brings her dragging to a hault and slowly brings her head up to look at me. 









"Hun..H—H-Hunnie..p-please...

It w-was all J—Jahred.." She weeped in her hands, her body shaking violently. 











I couldn't kill her, I wasn't sure I even had the strength and energy to continue watching her. I could hurt her the same way Bham had Pulverized Jahred. I really could. 











Evie whips her head to the direction of the witches trapped by Bahm's barrier spell, and a sense of relief almost washes over her and she drags her body to a sitting position, ready to go to them. 











'What did she think? I will just leave like that?' My scolding subconscious voiced out. 









"You nasty, evil Bitch..." I spat out again. I saw red and black before conjuring up my dark energy and releasing it on Evie. 











It sent her body flying  through the wall, landing into the next room. She let out a morbid, hollering scream before she landed. 















"Let's go now! You and Bahm will be the fucking death of me!" I hear Kris's voice before feeling his strong arms grab my body bridal style. 







He picked me up swiftly off the ground and stormed outside before shooting the group a few slurs and finger gestures. 









"I have a car here already. Gabe will drive us!" He spoke through his teeth. 









He was very upset and didn't even shoot me any glances as he brought me over to the sliver tinted car and buckling me into the back seat. His medium length, wavy hair bouncing in every direction as he huffs and puffs while getting himself situated in the passenger seat. 









I began sobbing silently in the back. All the hurt and pain from The Coven, The Council, and even from two conniving snakes that knew all there was to know about me....













I was starting to hate my fate. Making me regret so much, that I thought I would never think about... I do so much good and still get shitted on...











The car pulls over and Kris gets out of the passenger seat, only to come and sit in the back with me. 

He throws his arms over my shoulder and pulls my head to his chest. 











My heart melts and I accidentally become a crying mess. He holds me tightly and my body shakes from crying. My nose buried in his chest, he smells like Bahm. I turn my face into his shirt and bawl my eyes out. 













The whole ride to the penthouse, we stayed like that. Embracing one another, him letting me ugly cry all in his arms and chest. Totally forgetting he pleasured me earlier! Embarrassment began washing over my body, but I continued to cry in his arms. 















When we got inside the penthouse, Bahm was no where to be found. Kris also said he couldn't reach him telepathically and was probably just out blowing steam. He did almost kill two people tonight and I fears what blowing steam off would be for him. 















Kris hands me my cell phone that smelled of alcohol and I couldn't even touch it. The video of me in a drugged state really affected my brain. I shook my head before he tucked it in his pocket. 









I took another shower before heading off to Bahm's room. I cried myself to bed of how nasty I felt. So many different peoples hands on my body. I felt disgusted. I hoped my mate wouldn't think of me as dirty too...











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Bahm comes home early morning the next day. I woke up in Kris's arm around 6:15. I had clearly remembered coming to Bahm's room to cry and sleep on my own, but I did sleep very good. 









"Hey baby..." Bahm walks in his room with a towel draped over his waist and his tall, ripped body drizzling over with water droplets. 









He flashes me a wide smirk and eyes Kris's arm that was still around my chest, before walking into his closet. I tried to brush of that look and explain to him that Kris must've came in while I slept, but before I could hurriedly roll out from under him, I heard Bahm say out softly. 









"I told him to comfort you..." My feet taking slower steps to his closet, almost pausing my tracks. 











I peeped in and he sat on the bench inside and stretched his arms out for me to come to him. 











Still feeling a bit weary about last nights pleasure from Kris, I found my way to his lap and sat comfortably against his chest. Last nights events also appeared in my vision and I feel Bahm's body tense at the same time. 









Seeing his face in a form I've never seen before, with blood smeared around his mouth, chest and hands.  He was almost unrecognizable! He looked like a demon!















"I needed time to myself baby. I promise. Don't worry about me." He caresses my head and kisses it repeatedly. 













"I was scared you might've killed them all, Bahm. I...I ..didn't want you losing yourself." I whispered, looking up at his face. 













He seemed to be somewhere far and I didn't even think he was listening to me anymore. 













"Jersey.." his voice mutters softly. 













"Jersey what?" I questioned him, bringing my hands to cup his face. 











"Hmph?" He moans out and contorts his eyebrows. 











"You said something about Jersey .."









"Oh..." he says and rubs his chin. 









The look in his eyes were lost again and I plant a kiss on his cheeks to break him out of this unknown trance. 













"Come let's go lay down. I need to sleep baby." He comes back to reality. 













He lifts me bridal style to the bed with his towel slipping off his waist. Kneeling on his waterbed, he lays me down right next to a tenderly snoring Kris and sandwiching me in the middle.