‘’Fuck’’ I scream, leaning my head on to his chest, whimpering as a pain like I’d never felt shot though me like a bolt of lightning right through my breasts forcing my back to arch into him trying my hardest to ease the welcoming pain. He didn’t back off, twisting them further, I grab onto his arms digging my nails in as if begging him to stop. Learning over me he bit gently down on my shoulder making me scream again from the slight pain. He releases my tender nipples siding his hands to my shorts popping the button free and the zipper down. I want to resist, slap his face for taking liberties, but I couldn’t. My mind is muddled, as if a cloud was fogging it, causing all common sense flying out the window. Lust was overlapping rational thought.
‘’ Don’t move,’’ he growled as his hand slid down my stomach and into my shorts hooking his fingers into my knickers and slid his fingers under them. His touch sends a shot of lust to my heated core and I couldn’t help closing my eyes trying to deny the desperate heat burning up inside of me. His fingers found my clit and started to rub the hardened nub; my body couldn’t help but respond as my body bucked up as he hit the right spot sending me into a mad frenzy.
‘’That’s it’’ he whispers harshly into my ear, growling as I lift my hips towards his hand while he continues rubbing at my clit, muffled cries of pleasure coming from my mouth. ‘’I want to feel you coming over my fingers’’ he tells me whispering in a growl rubbing faster and harder over my nub. ‘’I want to feel your juices running down my fingers onto my hand.’’
A thick finger penetrates me going deep with every movement the sound of my juices filter into the air. The rapid movement of his rough finger cause me to cry out, moving in and out at a rapid pace, while a thick finger continues to rub at my hard clit. The friction is too much to bear, it was like a raging fire swiping through my body setting my insides aflame.
‘’I can feel how much you want me little witch. I can smell your hunger. You’re so wet for me,’’ he declares as he slides another finger inside me, stretching my inner muscles ‘’Jesus you’re so fucking tight ‘’ he growls as I clamp down, my tight walls consuming him ‘’I can smell your sweetness. Your hunger. I bet you taste just as good as you feel and smell,’’ he told me as soft moans of hunger escaped through my soft lips ‘’from this moment on, this body, this pussy is mine. Everything I demand of you, you’re going to give to me willingly,’’ he informs me ‘’ No. Matter. What. It. Is’’ he punched the last worlds out matching the movement of his fingers that were being pushed harder and faster inside me. ‘’Come for me,’’ he demands, ‘’Come. Now.’’
At his command, I scream my pleasure as I explode. My head, shaking from side to side from the blinding pleasure he has built up inside me while digging my nails hard into his arms. My whole body shook from the aftermath of my orgasm.
He held me up against his hard body, as he waited for me to come down from its high. I’d never felt my body respond to anyone as it just had. It was as if I was an exploding volcano and it scared the living daylights out of me. This was bad, unbelievably bad. I knew from my dreams how much he’d be able to affect me. I just hadn’t realised how much, until now. I was in Shit Street and I’d have to do everything in my power to try to protect myself.
Grabbing me by my shoulders he stood me onto my own two feet before standing in front of me. I felt so embarrassed on how my body responded to his touch. I have never felt so much desire, have never felt such a strong pull before. I just couldn’t bring my eyes to meet his. I was mortified! I could feel his hot gaze burning into my skin. I needed to gather up the courage to look him straight in the eye as if nothing happened. That as if it was an everyday occurrence.
I had to get a grip. We need his help, even if at this moment in time I’d rather run. It wasn’t possible. He had yet to tell me what he wanted in return for his help and whatever it was I needed to agree to it. I had done so without even knowing what he’d demand from me. I lifted my head proudly, while pulling my top back over my breasts, taking a step back from him. I watched with wide eyes as he lifted the very fingers that had just moments ago been deep inside me and brought them to his mouth where he sucked my juices from them.
‘’Just as I thought,’’ he growled aloud like a feral tiger about to strike after finding his pray, as I watched the tip of his tongue lick along his fingers ‘’you taste like honey…like sweet nectar,’’
His fingers come out of his mouth with a pop. He moved towards me with power and confidence, his gaze like a predator. His hungry gaze made me want to stripe myself bare, to stand complexly naked in front of him. It was fucked up, but I wanted him, and it scared me to death. He reached for me wrapping his arms around my body moulding his chest against mine. He crushes his lips to mine, and I part them for his hot tongue. I can taste myself on him. He kisses me with a passion that is almost like a hunger filled with need. His dick presses hard against me, pressing it into my stomach the feel of it makes my pussy melt and clench. His lips tail down my neck to my shoulder and collarbone leaving small bites, which I was sure would leave marks. My body trembles with an unfulfilled need, I want to feel his thickness inside me.
He steps away, with a mocking twist upon his firm lips. I realise in shock that a man is standing silently behind him. He is huge, nearly as big as Lucien and that was saying something. His head was completely bald, I had the impression that he shaved it. He was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. His eyes a piercing light blue and held no emotion whatsoever. His skin was a beautiful toffee colour. I couldn’t hold back my shock. I hadn’t even heard any knock on the door or the man entering.
I looked up at Lucien I can’t read what he might be feeling, his face holding no emotion. It was as if nothing had happened between us. He turns slightly towards him indicating for him to come forward. As the man walks over to where we are standing, he whispers something into his ear. What he says to him I haven’t a clue, but from the look on his face, Lucien doesn’t look too happy. Turning, he looks at me, his eyes narrowed. His eyes boring into mine as if he is trying to make up his mind about something before, he turns his back on me and walks out of the room without giving me a second glance. The man following closely behind him.
That is the moment I think my heart cracks and crumbles and I have the worst feeling that it won’t be for the last time.
I knew it was irrational the way I was feeling. How could I be feeling like this way? Question after question flew through my mind. It wasn’t logical. Where was my common sense? Well it wasn’t with me now. He had no feelings for me, how could he! I was a means to an end for him and nothing else. Plus, he’d known I was a witch the moment he’d seen me. The concealment had not worked on him. I was taking a guess to why that would be. I was almost certain it was because he was a demon and a very powerful one, but that shouldn’t have stopped our spells from working. So that leads to the question, was he something else?
He was more powerful than any of us realised. It was bad enough he’d known that I was a witch if he sensed that then I had no doubt he would soon realise; all my family were the same. I was glad that he didn’t realise the power I held within myself. If he ever found out that, we were Omega then all cards would be off the table. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he ever did. We had to hide that part of ourselves. I could deal with the fact he knew we were witches, as long as he didn’t find out what other powers, we all wielded. I had this sick feeling that it would be a disaster.