I said nothing, my mouth felt as if by speaking I would violate him...crazy I know, but whatever spell I was under, be it compulsion or something worse, was making it impossible to say anything besides what he wanted to hear from me...which sucked because I had so many comments to throw in his face.
His free hand came up, grasping my chin between his fingers as he tipped it up until I was looking into those dangerous fiery endless pits. He leaned in closer to mine at the exact same moment his other hand applied pressure against the fire he had started in my core. I felt sparks ignite from his touch as his mouth claimed mine gently. Tasting me, softly.
His mouth went from soft, to forceful as his teeth grazed against my lips, demanding more. Demanding I open for his pleasure. I was lost. I opened for him, giving him back what he wanted, what he demanded. The combination was overwhelming, his slight pressure, combined with his kiss made the storm intensify until my legs quivered and refused to hold my weight any longer.
I didn't fall as far as I thought I would, instead his leg was there catching me, his hands pushing back against the cold metal frame of the car while he stroked me with his hand and his fingers magnificently. My heart raced, as liquid heat poured from my core. I was about to explode and he knew it.
"Good girl," he whispered as he pulled away to watch my reaction.
"Ahhhhh…stop….please," I stuttered over my tongue, which was refusing to work around him.
"If I stop, you agree to be mine while inside the club. You need to be wearing my mark as well."
He pulled his hand away and dammit my body cried in response, it was if he'd ripped my heart out and my mind felt battered, as if he'd been in control of it instead of me. "...Fine."
"I think I like you better obedient," he replied hoarsely.
I struggled to get my mind back, to make the raging storm inside of me calm. I was still being held by him, he'd released my chin and neither region, but if he released me completely I'd fall, so he held my waist, his thumbs caressing where my shirt left the skin exposed.
I wanted to fall. I deserved it for being weak. The spell on my neck was useless with him, useless against him. He removed his knee slowly, letting me feel it as it was withdrawn from where it held me up. "Can you stand?" He asked after another moment. I nodded but started to fall, only to have him once again save me from falling.
"Lie to me again and I will punish you for it severely."
"Suck...it." I had to force my teeth not to clatter together audibly while getting the words out.
He was up against me instantly, his hard muscles pushing me once again into the unforgiving frame of the car. "Make no mistake Witch, if I wanted you it would be simple to part your legs and fuck you right here, right now. I am in full control of you at this moment and unless you want to be fucked on the hood of this car you will cut the fucking comments!" He was growling from low in his chest.
I bit my lip. No way in hell would I give him an excuse to do as he had threatened. I flicked my eyes up to meet his probing stare. My lips trembling with need for him to do as he had threatened. Hell, I think my entire body wanted him, even my little toe!
"That's better, now let's try this again. Can you stand?"
"No."
I was picked up deftly and with little effort I was deposited on the car's sleek hood. He took measures to ensure my head didn't fall back too fast as he placed me on my back on the warm hood of his exquisite sports car.
"Stay."
Like I could go anywhere if I tried? I was a hapless mess of liquid heat. This was embarrassing, I'd never been more so in my entire life. I didn't hear or see any cars go by thankfully. My body was still shuddering from the loss of his touch and I resented it to no end.
The crunch of his shoes over the gravel made me hiss. I hated him. I’d hated what he was for this very reason. He'd just reinforced my hate. He'd just made me feel weak and worse—he'd made me his even if it had only been for a short time.
"Pouting? Sit up."
I rolled my eyes and tried.
Nothing happened.
Fuck buckets! Why me? There were a thousand other Witches in Washington State, why the hell did they have to pick me?
"Ask for help, pride will do you more harm than good here."
My eyes flew to his, which now had the royal Fae lines inside of their endless depths, swirling hypnotically, searching, only to discover I saw passion and desire inside of them as white hot as my own. That is something I never wanted from a Fae, ever.
"I need your—"
"I know what you need," he tilted his dark head probing my eyes, searching them, "Tell me how much you want it."
"I need your help," I whispered it. It wasn't something I asked for often— if ever. I was self-sufficient. I was the person they called when shit went awry, when someone couldn't get to their mark, they called me.