She denies it in her mind, inside her blood. She's young, untrained in the bedroom. Her only lover was a fucking child as green as she is. Her supple curves, her sweet smell when she's ready—unfucking believably addictive.
Inside me he's fighting for control, fighting to get out and take what I deny him. I tell him it takes time, to be patient, he growls. Impatient fuck. She isn't like the others I feed from, her hate could feed me for years alone and her lust will be a fucking feast. If she fucks like she fights...she will be worth chaining in the white room and keeping around as I wanted to do from the first moment I saw her.
Ahh the white room, she'd like the toys...I'd become her fucking fantasy from hell with them. She thinks this was bad, that I Fae-Fucked her, but she hasn't tasted of my cock. She will. The chain that now binds her to me will wear her walls down, giving me the fullest access to what I want. She believes it is for protection. Stupid. No one would fucking dare approach a female who walks in beside me.
They fear me, they know what I am, know my plans. Know I am the biggest, meanest fucking thing on this planet right now. She's smart though, I can see it in her eyes, endless depths of knowledge. If she sees through this charade we play, she will become my slave. I'm going to make her scream my name, make her tremble and explode. I will have her.
Maybe I will keep her as a pet. She'd look good in chains. She'd look better with my cock between her sultry lips, fucking it with her full mouth. I smile. She flinches. I show her teeth and when she does the same I narrow my eyes. Flashing her with my hungry glow and watching as her eyes register the hunger deep inside of me for what it is. She turns and my beast screams. He wants to play with her—it's not a good thing.
I lean over her, making sure my body presses hard against her lithe frame while I fasten her seatbelt. Enjoy the breath she expels as I make contact, I smile but it is all teeth. I just found a challenge in her hate, in her scent, her bloody fucking scent. My cock is straining, pressing against the fucking suit I despise, but it's needed to pull off this fucking charade, this part of my brilliant bloody fucking plan.
She moves her head away, refusing to make eye contact with me, she's mocking me. I can smell her need. Inside her room I could smell her wet folds begging me to take them. She has refused all men who have tried since he died.
I've been watching her for a very long time now, planning and determining why Marie wanted me to find her. She smells of magic, wild and untamable. Wild magic is dangerous. She's different than normal Witches. Marie discovered this, sent me a letter to protect her but died before she could explain more. She's a puzzle and the challenge in her eyes excites me.
She's challenging me even now, her eyes narrowing on me, watching me, as I watch her back hungrily. Challenge fucking accepted.
Seven
We finally pulled off the highway a little over thirty minutes later. The road wasn't well traveled, but it was paved. More trees separated us from the world. Good. I needed them right now. My oxygen level hadn't gone back to normal since his mouth was on mine. My legs still trembled with need. I hated it. Hate him. Hate this day.
Wished it was over.
I could tell it was far from it.
"Why am I here again?" I asked testing my weight on my legs and smiling when they proved to work once more.
"To sign a contract," he replied with disinterest, mocking me, "If you embarrass me inside, you will regret it. Try to act...like a lady."
My jaw dropped. I was a lady! "I can act like a lady."
His eyes mocked me as if he was saying prove it. He stopped me briefly and with a flick of his hand righted my appearance to the way it was before our little roadside stand-off.
I had no sooner grasped what he had done before he was moving again without a single word. I hurried to catch up with him but by the time I reached him, the doors to the club were opened by two giant Fae. Both dressed in dark shirts and low hung jeans, both brunettes with shoulder length hair and dark green eyes. Twins?
"Ryder, good to see you brother," The one on the left said, followed by a nod from the one on the right.
"Savlian, Sevrin are they here yet?" Ryder asked already walking away without waiting for an answer from the twins.
I tried to follow him, but was body checked by both men. Today was not my day. I was going to need a donut pillow by the time I got home for my behind! I came back up onto my feet like a firecracker. "I'm with him!" I growled fiercely.
"New pet Ryder?" The one called Sevrin asked over his shoulder to where Ryder had turned to watch us. The guy's green eyes looking me over, making me sweat from the intensity inside them.
I looked to where Ryder stood, his eyes raking over me as well with his cocky grin locked into place. "She is, let her through."
"Anything else?" The tall Fae asked, his eyes telling me he enjoyed this job entirely too much.