“I see, what do you want her to appear as?”
She smiles, hopeful that I’ll be able to fix her issue. “Just a cat would be fine.”
“I can do that. Havoc, can you help her find a charm that will fit on her familiar’s collar?” I ask, since he’ll clearly be spending time with her tonight, he might as well start early.
He leads her over to the area, and she looks through them as she smiles at Havoc. I can never understand how the man could be so ruthless, yet when he sees a pretty woman, he can change long enough to get her in his bed. Then he’s back to being ruthless when he tells her that he never wants to see her again.
She comes back with the charm, and I take it from her. I pick up a brush and open the ink before dipping the thin brush into it and drawing a symbol of Illusion on the back. “There you go. Yoko will ring you out,” I say.
“You did it already?” she asks curiously.
“Yup.”
“I heard you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good,” she says.
I grin. “It’s a simple spell.”
“Thank you.”
“Yes, thanks for coming,” I say. “Feel free to come again.”
She will. She’ll be here tomorrow asking for Havoc.
She smiles, looks at Havoc, and then heads to the counter. Havoc doesn’t follow her, though, but stays with me.
I stare at him in shock and realize that some drama is needed. “Havoc… Havoc! Oh my god, Havoc!”
Startled, he looks over at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you ill? What are you doing?” I ask as I touch his forehead. “Oh no, he’s dying. Someone help!”
He smacks my hand away. “What?”
I jab in the direction of the witch. “There’s a woman… she’s getting away! Hurry! Gotta catch them all.”
Havoc glares at me.
“Oh. Wait… have you already slept with her?” I ask. “Sometimes I lose track.” I know he hasn’t. I have an amazingly good memory of who he’s slept with and I dislike them all.
Not that I’m jealous or anything. Ew. Gross. No.
“No, I haven’t. I can’t leave. I have to take care of the invalid.”
“Oh, trust me, no one can attack me in the time it takes you to finish,” I say.
He looks at me in shock. “Oh trust me, I can keep those girls satisfied all night long.”
“Uh huh… yup,” I say. “Keep telling yourself that.”
He gives me a playful grin. “You’re evil.”
“Thank you.”
He snorts and shakes his head, but he doesn’t leave my side for anything.
***
After a day in the café, I decide that reading a book would be a good idea. Havoc, on the other hand, clearly doesn’t if his amount of pacing is anything to go by. He walks up and smacks my book out of my hands. It slams against the wall, putting a dent in the already damaged surface.
I glare at him as he stares down at me. “Fix the wall,” I snap.
He yanks the paper off the wall, away from the hole Baron’s head had created, and carries it over to the new hole and presses the tape against it. “Fixed,” he growls.
“Alright. Now what do you want?” I ask.
“I haven’t had sex in thirteen days because of you.”
“Sorry about your luck?” I ask. “Are you running out of women in this town? I mean, you have to have fucked through the city by now, right?”
“Let me fuck you,” he says.
“Ha! What?” I ask, believing I’ve heard him wrong. Maybe my stupid desires are now making me hear things wrong.
“You spread your legs for any other guy who looks your way, let me fuck you. I want to fuck something,” he says.
“Yes, I’m such a slut,” I say sarcastically. “I haven’t even slept with a guy in a year.”
“All the more reason for you to have sex with me,” he decides.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask curiously. “Are you ill? Are you dying, perhaps?”
“What is wrong? Are you honestly asking that? My balls are going to explode.”
“There’s a quick fix to that,” I say as I mime jerking off.
“Yeah, it’s called having sex with you.”
My body is wanting to get behind this, but I know that I can’t. It’d be absolutely stupid to sleep with him even if I really want to. Oh fuck, do I want to. But I can’t. He just wants sex and I have and will always want, something more.
“Come on.”
“Really? Have you ever even slept with a man before?”
“I have.”
That surprises me. I always assumed he was completely off limits because he was only interested in women. I swallow hard as I fight against my body that is raging a war with my mind. It’s just sex, right? And he’s offering. It’s not like we’re committing to something.
But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I’ve always wanted commitment. Seeing him running off with all of those women already bothers me. After sex? How much more will it bother me?
I return my attention to the conversation. “And?”
“Women are easier,” he says.
“Then go find a woman.”
“I don’t want them.”
“You want me?”
He looks away from me and I’m confused by the gesture. “Shouldn’t you just be overcome by joy?”
“I’m just trying to figure you out.”
“I just don’t want to leave you alone while you’re so weak. That’s all it is,” he says as he looks up at me.
“Are you sure?”
“Stop asking me questions! No wonder why you never have sex! You bore them all with conversation first! Just tell me how much you want my mighty penis!”
I snort. “Oh, Havoc.”
His eyes narrow. “What?”
I shake my head, positive I’ll never figure this man out. “Nothing.”
He pulls me out of the chair and proceeds to drag me over to the bed before pushing me onto it. I should fight him, slip away, go back to the chair. Instead, I let him pull me after him. “So?”
I look up at him as he leans over me. He’s watching me closely with those inhuman blue eyes. He is a gorgeous man. There is something he exudes that makes everyone look his way. What makes me hesitate is knowing that he sees nothing in sex but the act of pleasure. This will be the biggest mistake of my life—and I’ve done some stupid shit—but what’s one time going to hurt?
“I don’t care. I guess I might as well see why all these women grovel at your feet for you to come back to them. I’m still a little sore, so just don’t get too carried away.” I’m such an idiot. Such a fucking idiot. I’m letting my body talk. My desire talk.
“Oh, you’ll be even more sore when I’m done with you.”
“Funny,” I say as he yanks my shirt off, nearly deskinning me in the process.
“My god! Let me live through this experience!”
“You could put on an illusion of a woman,” he realizes.
“Alright,” I say as I throw on an illusion of a ninety-year-old woman, and since my shirt is off, I make sure the breasts are touching my belly button.
He wraps his hands around my throat to give me a shake as I laugh. I drop the illusion as he glares at me.
“I was very close to strangling you with those tits,” he says. “They’d have wrapped nicely around your throat.”
I laugh harder as I reach up and push his jacket off. Then I slide my hands up under his shirt, running my fingers over his bare skin. Pulling his shirt off, I marvel at his muscular stomach. Not that he does anything to acquire it but eat chocolate. I run my finger down his muscles as he grins at me.
“I’ve seen you eyeing me when I don’t have a shirt on,” he says.
And I know I have because I’ve always wanted to run my fingers over him and feel every inch of him.
“I’m just checking to see if they’re painted on because you honestly don’t do much in the way
of working out,” I say.
His hands stop on my shoulders. “I am regretting this decision more by the minute.”
“Really? I’m kind of enjoying it,” I say as I lean forward and bite his nipple rather hard. I feel like he deserves it after all of the pain he’s put me through.
“What the fuck?” he says as he pushes my head away.
I laugh, and he climbs on top of me, sitting on my legs so I’m pinned down. Then he grabs my arms and holds me down as he stares at me.
He pins me down with his gorgeous eyes. “My nipple has to be bleeding.”
I can’t help but grin at him as my cock hardens. Clearly, there’s something about him pinning me down that turns me on. “Let me lick it for you,” I say as I stick my tongue out.
He leans down and captures my mouth as I feel his tongue caress my own. My erection is pressing against my pants, and I would very much like to free it, but he’s still sitting on me, so I can’t move. He pulls his mouth off me and kisses my throat before biting it.
“Ow!” I snap.
“Pay-back,” he explains.
“Uh huh, sure. Now let’s see this penis you’re so proud of,” I say as I reach for his pants.
“Oh no, you always unveil the best thing last. Keeps everyone from being disappointed about what comes afterward,” he says as he nods at my groin.
“Funny,” I say as I watch him unbutton my pants. He slides them down slowly as he watches me. While kissing a line down my stomach, he pushes my pants down my thighs, making sure to miss any of the sensitive areas as he follows the pants and underwear’s descent with his lips.
“You’re a tease,” I tell him as he slides back up my body, and I feel my cock rub against his bare stomach, making me realize how badly I want him naked. It feels surreal. How many times have I dreamed of this happening? Maybe this is nothing more than a dream again.
I grab his pants and unbutton them before hurriedly pushing them down. I have seen Havoc naked before. Honestly plenty of times, but never like this. His gaze is intense, making me remember how unhuman he is, and for some reason, it excites me. He slides one hand down my stomach and between my legs, rubbing my inner thigh, just taunting me, but never once touching my aching cock.
“Do you even have lubricant in this place? I mean it’s been ages since you’ve gotten laid,” he says.
“I just assumed you brought your ten-gallon jug of it,” I say.
“Nah, I used all of that already,” he says as he reaches over me and yanks open the bedside table before grabbing some. “The plastic is cracking, it’s so old. Do you want me to wear a condom?”
“It’s not like we need to with what we are. You can’t even get a cold from a human.”
“Good because I’m positive these things are expired.”
“Probably,” I say as he captures my lips again. He pushes our cocks together and the feeling of his skin against mine makes me moan as I grab hard onto his ass. I slide my hand between us and take his cock in my hand as I run my finger over his skin, causing a sharp intake of breath from him. I rub the tip with my finger before sliding my hand down until I reach his balls and he groans against my lips.
“I’m a little nervous having you anywhere near my nuts,” he admits.
I grin deviously as I give his balls a gentle squeeze. “Why’s that?”
He groans as I slide my hand up his length and nip his neck. “Because I don’t trust you,” he says as he slides a hand down between my legs. He moves his finger between my ass cheeks, rubbing my hole slowly with a wet finger before pushing inside of me. It is almost like a succubus has finally caught me in a spell. No matter how much my brain is telling me this is an awful idea, I’m not backing away.
He grins. “My, what lust is radiating off you,” he says. “I’ve never seen you lose composure, Milliant.”
“Why don’t you stop bragging and actually show me something worth my time?” I ask before biting his lip between my teeth and pulling it.
He grins, and I kiss him hurriedly as I slide my hand up his cock to the tip, then down to the base. His thick dick is as hard as mine is, telling me that even with all of his teasing, he’s as into this as I am. His finger moves in and out of me before a second is pushed inside, opening me up. It feels tight as he stretches me, but I want to feel more of him. He kisses my lips as our cocks brush against each other, and I need him. I want him in me and touching me and grabbing me.
“Please, put it in,” I say.
He smirks at me, and I smack my hand against his mouth.
“Don’t be an asshole. Or I will fuck you instead,” I say.
“I’d like to see you try,” he says.
“Would you? Because I happen to remember that I have control over you,” I say.
“Hmm… I will continue on,” he says as he pulls his fingers away from me.
“Good boy,” I say.
His cock, wet with lubricant, brushes between my legs as he settles against me. I feel the tip of his cock push against my entrance as I feel myself slowly open up for his size. He’s larger than I’m used to, but he’s careful not to hurt me. He slowly pushes into me as I grab onto him, feeling like he’s completely filling me up. He slides a hand down my leg that’s hooked over his waist as I moan, and he kisses my throat. He pulls out slowly before pushing in hard, and I dig my fingers into his back. He reaches down and rubs my cock as he thrusts in again. He hits me just right, and it makes my entire body feel numb with pleasure and desire. I moan, and he captures my lips with his own.
He moves inside me, touching my body in a way I feel like it has never been touched before. Like he knows every spot that will please me until he’s driving me crazy. I dig my fingers into his back, knowing that I can’t last much longer, but I don’t want it to end. As his hand moves over my cock, I groan as I come. I feel myself tighten around him and it makes pleasure course through me as his thrusts become quickened, telling me that he’s close. He grabs onto me as he comes inside me, and I hold onto him, knowing that this is probably the last time I’ll be able to pin his body against mine.
He pulls out of me and lies down on the bed. He rolls me on top of him and wipes a shirt over my butt, rubbing the lubricant off before throwing it on the ground.
“Better have been your shirt.”
“Nope. Yours.”
“Of course.”
For a short while, he holds me there on top of him, my head against his chest, and we fall into an easy silence. I try to push down all of the thoughts swirling around in my head and just focus on the now. I know I’ve made a mistake, but I’ve always been a stupid man when it comes to Havoc.
But until morning where I’m forced to face what I’ve done, I’m going to enjoy every moment of this.
Chapter Five
The door opens and Sam walks in. He smiles when he sees me and walks over to the counter to where I am reading a book.
“Did you know that you can bring a drowned person back to life by blowing tobacco smoke up their rectum?” I ask as I hold the book up.
He looks startled and a little worried. “You… can?”
“No. These are just stupid things they used to believe in,” I say.
“They seriously used to blow tobacco smoke up the butt?”
“Yes. They’d even have little stations set up near large rivers for it.”
He looks amused. “Interesting.”
“I’m sure that’s not why you came here. Did you need something?”
He gives me a soft smile. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
“Much better than I was,” I say, returning his smile. “Thanks.”
“That’s good to hear—” That’s when the door slams open and Sam jumps, startled. I am so used to Havoc’s ridiculous entries that it no longer fazes me.
He eyes Sam, instantly making him nervous. But instead of going toward Sam, Havoc comes over to me and pushes me out of my chair. I look at him confused about what he’s up to as he sits in the
chair, then grabs my waist and pulls me onto his lap. I awkwardly sit on his lap as I try to figure out what the hell is going on and why I’m suddenly sitting on Havoc’s lap like he’s Santa Claus.
After we had sex, things went on like normal. But being with Havoc has always made me happy, when he’s not being annoying or irritating that is. I didn’t expect more. But now… this? Who knows what he’s doing now by pinning me on his lap. Being weird like usual.
“Sorry for the interruption, what were you saying before I walked in?” Havoc asks.
He’s such a child. It’s like he’s trying to claim me even though he doesn’t really want me. Right?
Sam shifts nervously. “Um… I was actually going to ask Miles out to dinner, but now I feel like that would be awkward.”
“And why would that be awkward?” I ask sarcastically as I struggle to remove Havoc’s death grip around my waist. His hands are locked together like he’s praying, and I can’t get them unlocked for the life of me.
“Haha…” Sam says nervously.
I turn to Havoc, which is hard to do when I’m pinned against him. “You’re such a child, let go of me.” I claw at his hand, but even that doesn’t help.
“I’m just seeing what you’re doing. Is that not allowed?” Havoc asks.
“I’m talking to Sam. Clearly.”
“Why?” he asks as he glares at Sam. Sam is eyeing the door and questioning if he can just disappear through it.
“Because I want to,” I say. “We’re good. Go see if Yoko needs help.”
He tips my chin up and kisses me on the lips. Literally just tries making out with my face as I sit there in surprise. Then I slide my fingers into his hair and yank his head back.
“Knock it off!”
“He reeks of lust; he wants to fuck you,” he decides.
“So? Isn’t that my decision, not yours?” Especially when you’ve acted like nothing has happened between us.
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