"Stop it!" I shouted even as I pushed my ass out and up for him. My skin was afire with need. My sex grew moist and ready for him. I wanted to crawl into the fetal position and cry. I wanted to get up, off the cold ground and smash his pretty fucking face.
"Beg me," he purred, his arms folded over his massive chest as he watched me continue to crawl to where he stood leaning against the car. "Are you wet for me, I could make you show me just how wet you are. I could make you do a lot of things right now if I wanted to. I won't, but know that I can do this at any time. So can those inside the club we're going into. So make a decision, go as my property, or take your chances with those who would take you. I won't babysit you. I just figured you might care who fucks you."
I growled angrily, my hands biting into the sharp rocks on the ground while my ass was in the air, hips spread wide with fuck-me-hard vibes coming out in heated waves. I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs, my nipples were hard and in need of his mouth. I wasn't feeling this, it was his Fae-fuck mind game, I knew that but the heat was too much.
"I ache," it came out husky and filled with need he had created.
He said nothing.
Did nothing.
Watching me silently as my hips gyrated with a mind of their own.
"Please," I cried, not from fear, but from a need so hot and fucking raw that at this moment in time, under his influence, under his power, I'd let him drive himself into my body just to make it stop.
"Touch yourself for me Syn," he said roughly, sending my pulse soaring.
I ground my teeth together, a strangled noise tearing from my throat as I rose up on my knees unable to stop myself from doing what he had said. I knew the Fae could use compulsion and even worse...they could do this. Make you crawl in the dirt, like some fucking dog with no more than a single heated look. He was able to override the tattoo and control me.
I glared up at him, or tried. My eyes had slanted, filling with lust for him. His were no longer on my face but on my hand that was even now cupping, stroking my junction through the rough jean fabric. I wanted to die as I moaned, the storm building inside of me demanding to be released. Demanding he remove my hand and replace it with his own more skillful touch.
"So, have you made a choice? Or shall I make it for you, I could always use a snack," he replied seductively low, his tongue coming out to lick his full lips, his eyes searching and locking with mine.
"Fine, just make it stop!" I winced as my voice which was weak, filled with heat and a roughness that bruised my pride.
"Stand up," he ordered and my traitorous legs obeyed him instantly, as if they belonged to him.
"I have to touch you," his head tilted as his nostrils flared, "To mark you as my own."
As my own...
I hated it! I was being reduced to nothing. My bones felt like heated putty, my blood was flowing in a heated rush to parts that I had left neglected since Adrian. I hadn't been laid in so long that I couldn't even remember how long it had actually been.
I watched him slide forward, his eyes intense and still piercing me with his glow. I wanted to step back. Needed to, but all I could manage to do was arc my flipping hips! My body strained for his touch, anticipated it. Begged for it.
"Are you wet?" He whispered softly as his lips touched against my ear, as he pulled my body flush against his.
I wanted to scream at him, but the most I could manage was an explosive "yes" to his question. His hands reached out, removing my own that had continued to stroke where the wetness was now visible through the jeans I wore. He held my hand in his much bigger one as it continued to move.
I thought he would drop it, but instead he brought it up and held it to his nose, inhaling deeply for a few seconds as a deep blush stole up my body to flood my cheeks. Drawing my scent in before his lips moved down to my flesh and softly touched my palm, his heated breath making me growl my need from deep inside my chest.
"You smell good, Witch."
I moved closer to him, it wasn't the direction I wanted to go.
"Tell me to fuck you, tell me to fuck you until you come."
My lips quivered, but as much as I despised myself for weakness, I said it. "Fuck me, please...I ache. Make it stop, oh God just make it stop please." Another violent moan exploded as soon as the words were out.
He moved closer, finally dropping my hand as his body closed the distance and pressed against mine—hard. "You hate this, but you need to know what can happen and your place. There is a reason no one fucks with me, next time you want to push my fucking buttons, remember this," he pressed a magnificent erection against my navel, "Because next time, I will fuck you. I don't play games, nor do I take shit from anyone. I take what I want. I don't fuck around, if you mind fuck me...well I will fuck you. Next time, you won't get a warning."