**Chapter 10 – Alastor (Stiles) POV**
The orientation had barely begun before I decided the new guests needed a more memorable demonstration. Twenty sinners crowded the lobby, eyes wide from the street massacre they had witnessed. Sir Pentious rambled about alliances, Angel Dust catcalled from the bar, and Vaggie glared daggers at me while standing protectively close to Charlie. My beloved princess shifted her weight from foot to foot, no doubt feeling the constant reminder of my seed still dripping down her thighs beneath that modest dress. The sight should have pleased me. Instead it fed the static storm in my chest. She refused to meet my eyes fully, her posture screaming reluctance even after the storage room quickening where she had clenched and gushed around me like her body was starving.
*Tolerance,* I reminded myself, smile widening until it ached. *All of this is mere tolerance for her precious hotel.*
"Listen closely, dear listeners!" My voice broadcast through the entire building, layered with cheerful 1930s radio flair while violet static danced across my fingertips. "Redemption is not for the faint of heart. Allow me to illustrate."
I snapped my fingers. Green sigils flared across the ceiling, stronger and more intricate than anything the original Alastor could conjure. The broken chains inside me let the power flow freely, amplified by the Spark that had died with Stiles Stilinski after the Alpha Pack's final betrayal. A massive shadow construct rose in the center of the lobby—shaped like a perfect replica of the hotel itself—complete with miniature moving figures. Using mimicry I replayed the sounds of the recent battle: screams, explosions, the wet crunch of bodies. The display awed half the room and terrified the other half.
Charlie clapped politely, but I caught the flush creeping up her neck. Her thighs pressed together again. My cock twitched at the memory of how those same thighs had shaken when I pinned her earlier. She had come so hard her voice cracked, yet she still looked ready to run back to Vaggie. The anger surged. I loved her with a loyalty that had crossed death and rebirth, but if she insisted on performing pity, I would conduct a private symphony she couldn't fake her way through.
"Practical application time," I announced. With a burst of enhanced speed I scooped Charlie up, tentacles clearing a path through the startled guests as I carried her to the grand piano in the corner. I sat on the bench and pulled her onto my lap facing the keys, her back to my chest. The position looked almost innocent to the crowd—until I freed myself beneath her dress and sank her down onto my cock in one smooth motion.
She gasped sharply. The sound was pure pleasure. Her walls welcomed me instantly, hot and slick with our combined mess, fluttering wildly as I filled her to the hilt. To the audience it appeared we were simply seated together for a musical demonstration. Only we knew I was buried balls-deep inside her while I began playing a jaunty ragtime tune with clawed fingers dancing over the keys.
"Sing for them, my dear," I whispered against her ear, radio filter low and intimate. One tentacle slipped under her dress to circle her clit with merciless vibration while another held her hips locked in place. "Show our new friends how enthusiastic you are about redemption."
She moaned softly, the noise barely masked by the piano music. Her body betrayed her immediately—clenching rhythmically, fresh arousal coating my length as I rocked subtly beneath her. I felt every twitch, every involuntary roll of her hips as she fought not to grind down harder. Another orgasm built fast inside her; I could sense it in the way her breathing hitched. Yet I knew it was all performance. The guilt over Vaggie, who watched from across the room with a face like shattered glass, was written in every tear that escaped Charlie's lashes.
The misunderstanding fueled me. I increased the static output, sending targeted pulses through the tentacle on her clit that made her inner walls spasm violently. She came silently on my cock, biting her own wrist to stay quiet while her body shook through wave after wave. Slick heat gushed around me, soaking my trousers beneath her dress. The piano never missed a note.
"Marvelous!" I broadcast to the guests, who clapped uncertainly. "See how even the Princess commits fully to every note?"
Inside, my own release approached like thunder. The Spark triggered a sudden vivid flashback—me dying on the forest floor, alpha claws buried in my ribs while I used my last strength to mimic a protective barrier of mountain ash that saved Scott's pack. The memory fused with the present; green sigils flared brighter around the piano, forming the exact same lattice pattern from that day, now shielding the entire hotel in a permanent dome stronger than anything Hell had seen.
I spilled deep inside Charlie at the peak of the memory, flooding her again while the piano hit its crescendo. She came a second time from the sheer heat and pressure, a tiny broken whimper escaping despite her efforts. The guests cheered, mistaking the performance for theatrical magic. Only Vaggie looked like she understood, her single eye burning with betrayal.
I held Charlie there a moment longer, buried to the hilt, lips brushing her ear. "Keep smiling, darling. Your reluctance is showing again. Perhaps after lights out I'll take you somewhere more private and see if I can't fuck that particular emotion out of you."
She trembled in my arms, another aftershock rippling through her cunt. I lifted her carefully, setting her on her feet beside the piano as I straightened my coat. Cum trickled visibly down her leg now, but the crowd was too distracted by the new protective wards to notice. Her knees buckled slightly; I caught her elbow with mock gallantry while my smile never faltered.
The hotel was open. The guests were entertained. My power grew unchecked with every use. And still Charlie's genuine-sounding moans haunted me as nothing more than elaborate lies.
The radio hummed a darker melody beneath the applause, broadcasting my love, my rage, and the unbroken promise that I would protect her dream until the misunderstanding finally destroyed us both.