Then I took my time choosing my clothes for the evening even though I wasn’t planning on wearing them for long. I took things slow, not even checking in on her until I’d finished getting myself ready. Only then did I go looking for her, when the sun was almost out of the sky.
I snort-laughed at the sight of her little goody bag and wondered just where the hell she’d got her knowledge of my people from. It was obvious that her parents hadn’t taught her shit about us if she believed that paltry shit would work. I love garlic bread with my Italian cuisine and there hasn’t been holy water on the earth since the supreme one walked on the Galilee.
I read her mind to see what she’d been up to while I was asleep and was pleased to see that she too had taken a nap. She’d been wrong to find solace in the fact that the mark was lighter; that only meant that the crest was becoming more pronounced, the pattern was taking form and the blood that had pooled beneath the surface was receding.
After tonight, after I fuck her it will appear as any other tattoo one may get in a parlor. Only upon closer inspection would the fact that the mark has been engraved deeply into her skin become obvious.
I left the house without telling the others, I didn’t need their worrying shit hounding my nerves. I need all my attention focused on what lays ahead. I even took The 1931 Bugatti Royale Kellner Coupe instead of taking to the skies. I’m going to pick my woman up in style. A few centuries ago it would’ve been a horse driven carriage.
I started my courtship as soon as I got behind the wheel, or more like my seduction. I’ll have to court her later, after I’d taken her cherry and for her sake and mine she’d better have one or shit might get real-real quick.
I stalked her in my car after teleporting her from the little town square that was way too busy. This is part of her punishment for running, next time she’ll think twice before defying me. Her confusion at her new surroundings was no match for the sexual need that began to rise in her when I touched her softly with my mind.
I didn’t even need to touch her, just blew gently against my mark on her neck and that was all it took to start her body aching. I played with her as she looked for a place to hide, before calling out to her in her mind. ‘Natalia!’
Her soft hiss of alarm as she looked around for me, the way her eyes widened with renewed fear, I ignored because her time had ran out. The place where she stood wasn’t real, it was an amalgamation of time and space. There were people around but she couldn’t see them and neither could they see her.
I’d cast a spell ring around the town a few streets away from where she’d been to enclose her, trap her in if you will. I stopped the car a few feet behind her and sat watching her with the lights off for a few seconds before she knew I was there. I stepped out of the car and the lights came on and this time I called out to her with my voice. “Natalia! Come to me!”
Natlia
I felt him the moment he stepped out of the car. That feeling of being trapped had started to become overwhelming just seconds before he called out to me. I didn’t turn around the first time, I couldn’t. Fear like a heavy shroud covered me from head to toe and held me in its grip.
“Natalia.” Even the way he says my name now makes me weak. I kept going, ignoring his call once more even as I knew how futile it was. I felt as if I were being torn in two. His closeness only seemed to make the need that had been steadily growing in me that much harder to ignore, but right on the heels of that need was palpable fear.
I felt the wind shift as he moved just before he landed on his feet in front of me. “Look at me.” My womb clenched and my breasts felt heavy, achy. I refused to lift my head to obey his command and when he used his finger to lift my chin my skin burned where he touched.
That fire between my thighs intensified as his scent wrapped itself around me and I felt drawn to him even as I wanted to pull away. He was speaking to me now without moving his lips and not with words. This time I saw us entangled with each other as we moved together on the largest bed I’ve ever seen.
I got lost in the vision as my body responded to what my mind saw. He was seducing me with his thoughts. “I said look at me!” This time I had no choice, not only because of the finger he still held beneath my chin, but because of the strong current that ran between us. An electric charge that had sparks like little fireflies dancing around us.
No, those weren’t sparks I saw, but what looked like tiny little butterflies that seemed to be of an unusual color, not of this realm. Lightest of blues and diamond white they were and I had no idea what they meant.
When my eyes finally met his, his pupils were dilated, pinpricks of light that looked right into me. “Kiss me!” I wanted to run; I knew that on my own I had no strength against him. He’s the only being who can overpower me like this, and he’s the only one who can destroy me. I need my sisters…
“You don’t need them. You don’t need anyone but me.” Oh shit, he’s reading my mind? This is worst than I thought. I moved to jerk my face away, to escape his hold both physically and mentally, but he squeezed my jaw between his fingers.
“If you run from me, I will run you to ground and fuck you right here in this alley. Is that what you want? Or would you rather I take you home to my bed?” He whispered the last in my ear as he rubbed his cheek against mine.
My legs gave out and he had to lift me in his arms. Instead of recoiling from his touch my body undulated as I writhed against him like a purring kitty. Why do I feel so safe in my enemy’s embrace? Why do I feel no resistance to him? It was his scent, it was taking me over, clouding my judgment.
And his arms, his strong masculine arms that held me as if I were light as a feather. His body felt hard against mine, like he were made of steel but the way he held me, so carefully, gently, as if he was afraid he’d hurt me if he held me too tight.
I looked at his jawline of all things and found even that sexy. And then I had the strange urge to lick his neck just above his collar. Just the thought made warm liquid pool between my thighs and I squirmed as my tummy knotted with need. What would it feel like to just give in to him and this need that threatened to burn out of control?
I no sooner had the thought than I found myself slammed against a glass wall that I hadn’t been aware of with his mouth coming down to cover mine. “Change of plans.” He growled the words against my lips as his hand felt around beneath my short skirt and up between my thighs.
He cupped my heat in his big rough palm and I squeezed my legs together, trapping him there because I never wanted the feeling to end. This time it was I who searched for and found his lips with mine. Me, who pushed my aching breasts against his hard chest as his fingers did something magical to my sex.
I heard and felt the tearing of my panties before the cool night air touched me. It didn’t last long because soon he was there. I felt something hot and soft yet hard like the steel I’d felt in his arms, touch the cool wetness of my secret place, seeking entrance inside me.
I braced myself against the pain of his large cock tearing into me. In my mind I imagined the worst, that he was damaging me beyond repair. He felt thick, hard and hot as he slid into me partway and stopped. I held my breath through the brief sting of pain and then he was just there, filling me, stretching me.