by Ana Calin
I lurk in the woods, eyes fixed on the hut like a woodland beast’s. How am I going to let Maverick live after this? The bastard didn’t even have the guts to tell me himself that he got intimate with my woman, he sent the vision shrouded in mist through a crystal globe. After days of soul searching I realized—this must have been a set-up, otherwise Maverick wouldn’t have sent me the visuals. And I’m almost a hundred percent sure it was all the Lord Protector’s idea.
As I’m sure I’m right about Lucy. Her feelings for me are true, intense, pure, her heart belongs to me. She was hurt and desperate, collapsing to her knees in the garden as I refused to even look at her. I could hear her sobs behind me as I walked away, but my heart was in pieces.
Or was it my pride?
I want to go to her and mend things between us, but that coward Maverick must be sensing me out here. No doubt he knows why I came, so he isn’t letting her out. If Lucy and I get back together, everything he did would have been for nothing.
But then the doors opens, Lucy emerges, and I stop breathing. Maverick’s dark form appears behind her, getting ready to teleport her, but I emerge from behind the trees, and Lucy stops in her tracks when she sees me.
She’s grown so beautiful. Her newly freed magic sends a glow through her skin, her sweet freckles standing out against her ivory complexion. Her blue eyes, full of melancholy and mystery, brighten up when they fall on me. She’s wearing a pair of jeans that hug those finely modelled legs, and a red top that molds her virgin breasts under a denim jacket. Her hair is up in a thick, tumbling ponytail, giving her the grand look of a queen despite the casual attire. There’s little left of the girl with the tangled hair and the puppy eyes I met on Halloween, but the beat of her heart is the same.
I walk to the porch, and hold out my hand for her.
“I’m taking Lucia to the mansion,” Maverick intervenes, standing like a shadow behind her, a bulky, dark warlock dressed in leather. It hurts to see how well they’d go together as a couple. She a princess of fire, and he a dark and dangerous knight, willing to serve her in all ways. But he can never protect her like I can.
“I’ll teleport her. We need to talk anyway.”
“The Lord Protector entrusts her to me every morning, and he expects me to bring her back.”
“I’m on my way to see the Lord Protector. He won’t mind that I picked up Lucy on my way.”
“Sorry to interrupt your guys’ banter, it’s kinda sweet,” Lucy says with acid in her voice, which I know is more aimed at Maverick than me. “But I can decide for myself who’s taking me back to the mansion. In fact, I don’t even know that it has to be one of you. I can find my way alone.”
“The woods are still a dangerous place for you, Lucy,” I say. “You’re not yet ready to fight magic creatures, if you’re attacked.”
“I can always summon a horde of demons, if I’m scared enough.”
“That’s not funny,” Maverick blocks. The way he looks at her out of those black eyes, like she’s his property. He’s feeling possessive of her, the bastard. By the cursed realms, how I want to punch him in the face. It’s so hard to keep cool.
“Actually, I might as well tell you the news before I take it to the Lord Protector. In the end, you’re the one who’ll have to prepare Lucia for the test,” I tell him.
“Tell me what?”
Lucia squares her shoulders, too.
“The Headmaster will have her make the potion on site, in front of him and the Academy Board.”
The warlock steps close to her, winding his thick arm around her shoulders. She doesn’t reject him. Why doesn’t she reject him?
“I’m afraid creating the potion on site might put emotional pressure on you, Lucy.” My eyes lock on her. “You’ll have to be ready, and have a grip on what you feel the entire time.”
She stands there frozen, angst simmering in her blue eyes. I take a step up to the porch, holding my hand out for her.
“Don’t worry, both Maverick and I will help you through this.”
For once, he doesn’t protest.
“Come with me,” I insist. “There’s a lot we need to talk about.”
She takes my hand without hesitation.
“Don’t stay up too late,” Maverick calls behind us as we walk away. “I want her back here first thing in the morning, especially with that test just around the corner.”
I wind an arm around her, glaring at the warlock over her head. My energy buzzes inside of me, ready to teleport, but Lucy stops me.
“No, not yet,” she says with a light hand on my chest, the warmth of her skin reaching me through my black V-neck. Her touch is like turning on a secret switch that only she knows. My body hums with desire for her.
“Let us have a walk in the woods. I need to clear my head.”
“Maverick will be following us,” I whisper as we head toward the dark woods, my arm firm around her shoulders.
“I know. Let him.”
We stop in a small clearing, the magic place by the well where Maverick performs rituals at the witching hour. The surrounding trees and bushes rustle with magic, eavesdropping creatures leaving fine trails of sparkling dust as they slink through the tangles of the woods.
Lucy gazes up in my eyes, and my heart leaps.
“I’m so happy you’re talking to me again, Silas,” she breathes full of longing, She reaches up and cups my cheek like I’m made of the most precious porcelain. “But does it mean that you forgive what I have done?”
“Nothing is worth losing you, Lucy.” I take her small face between my hands. “I’ve been alive for many thousands of years, but I never really lived until I met you. Until I kissed you for the first time. I can’t imagine spending another day without you.”
The memory of what I saw in that crystal globe strikes, and my hands slip down to her neck. I caress her fine skin, but a secret side of me wants to wrap my hands tightly around her delicate neck. Not to choke her, but to chain her to me, make sure she never goes with another man again.
“I can’t say that it didn’t hurt, not being the first man to give you an orgasm. But if I can be the man to give you all your future ones.”
“You gave me the first kiss,” she murmurs. I put a finger on her lush lips. Her pout is even plumper now, the small mole above her upper lip so very seductive. She grows more beautiful by the day.
“I won’t let anything come between us, Lucy. Because that’s what they tried, Maverick and the Lord Protector. They tried to come between us, to feed our blooming feelings to the mad dogs that are jealousy and the treacherous feeling of betrayal. But I’m an ancient demigod, so I rose above those things, even if it took me some time. All that matters now is that we fight for what we have, Lucy. We found something special, unique. A connection that’s beyond sex, betrayal and jealousy.” Though jealousy still eats at me. But I’ll fight it to the end, I won’t let it destroy us.
“Silas, I’d love nothing more than to melt into your kiss, and stay in your arms forever. But before I can let myself fall like that, there’s something I need to know.”
Though she stares at me with the watery eyes of a woman deeply in love, her tone is low and serious. I knit my brows.
“Ask me anything.”
“You may be tempted to sugar coat things, but I’m going to need the truth, no matter how much it hurts.” She steels herself, and takes a deep breath. “Silas, you say that you’ve never felt like this before, but Maverick told me you had so many women during your first few centuries in the world you probably don’t even remember all their faces, let alone their names. How can I, a simple girl from Silverdale, be in any way special to you?”
“You don’t believe that you are?”
“I want to believe it. I want it all to be true so that I can dive deep into these feelings that I have for you, and that I can’t control. So that I can let go, be trusting, feeling safe. But it all seems surreal, unbelievable.”
I watch her magnetic lips as she talks,
my heart buzzing with all the emotions I feel for her. She mesmerizes me, she pulls me in like a vortex of sensuality.
“Lucy.” I whisper her name like it’s a prayer. The urge to kiss her overwhelms me. I trap her lips between mine, moaning as their taste hits my buds.
“The things you do to me, Lucy,” I say among kisses. I can’t peel my lips from hers without going back for more. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I’m a junkie for the taste of you, your scent, your touch.”
I run my hands through her hair, freeing her rich locks from the scrunchie. They feel like heavy velvet between my fingers.
“Answer me, please.” There’s pain in her voice. The question torments her.
“Lucy, I swear to you, if I’d met you within my first year on Earth, I would have still fallen madly in love with you.”
“In love,” she repeats like it’s honey on her tongue. I pull her in my arms and kiss her deeply, her arms coiling around my neck. I squeeze her tightly, wishing to make her part of me, so that we can become one.
I know the warlock is lurking in the woods, but soon the world around Lucy and me fades. She peels her lush lips off of mine, kissing my body through my dark shirt as she goes lower. I’m on fire with the taste of her, and fail to understand what she’s doing at first. But when her eyes flash up at me, understanding hits. But it’s too late to stop her.
Lucy
I CRIED AND BEGGED these past few days, but Silas wouldn’t even look at me. He was too hurt, too disappointed in me, and it hurt worse than anything ever had before. I doubled up in pain in my bed, crying myself to sleep at night, wishing I could wake up and forget he ever existed in my life. Having known his affection and then having lost it was unbearable, I craved oblivion.
But now that I have him here, standing in front of me in all his demigod splendor, declaring his feelings for me, bliss floods my heart, replacing the pain.
Silas gives me pleasure of the heart, which is worth much more than the orgasm Maverick produced by seducing me like a devil. I burst with lust for Silas now. The idea of giving him a blowjob turns me on so bad that I can’t control it. It helps that I know Maverick is watching from the shadows.
Actually, knowing that bastard is watching gives me one hell of a kick. He thought he could manipulate me with his irresistible rugged looks, and his experience with women. He thought he’d be special to me, that I’d forget Silas and cling to him—that’s what he would expect from a mortal, wouldn’t he? That I would cling to him for affection, begging for more love that he would never give; in fact, if I ever did that he would even treat me with disdain. He only seduced me with the purpose of breaking my heart by separating me from Silas. He is a villain, and he deserves my vengeance.
“No, Lucy, what the—”
“Silas, I want to do this.” Seduction imbues my voice as I unbuckle his belt and pop the buttons of his pants. He looks down at me with those godly amber eyes, his blond hair flowing down his face, filling my eyes with his beauty. I’m going to give this man pleasure, serving him with my mouth, and the other bastard who wanted to use me will be watching.
I used Maverick like a slave, but I’m going to serve Silas like a master.
I sit back on my ankles and run my hand over his manhood through his boxer shorts. Even though I’ve been secretly watching porn for years, I never expected a man’s penis would feel literally stone hard through the layer of cotton. I reach inside his boxers and wrap my hand around it, feeling his hot skin in my palm, his member pulsing with want. I pull it out, and gasp at the sight.
The demigod’s shaft is a piece of art. It looks and feels like it’s carved from stone, but it smells human, it smells of man. I breathe in, my panties soaking. Pre-cum glistens on the crest of his manhood, the veins pulsing in my hand, begging me to keep doing what I’m doing.
I’m worshipping Silas’ shaft with my hands, staring at it like it’s made of gold, which tears a deep groan from his throat. He reaches under my chin so that I look up at him.
“Lucy, this is every man’s dream.” He’s so horny his voice fills with grit. “A beautiful woman on her knees, worshipping their cock. But it’s not what I want from you. No matter what happened between you and Maverick, you’re a virgin, and I want to give you an unforgettable first time. I want to give you tenderness and profound love.”
“And I want to give you the greatest pleasure a woman can give a man. Consider it a prize for your millennia of abstinence.” My voice is thick with seductiveness and desire. I rise to my knees and breathe in the scent of Silas’ manhood, the scent of man and pre-cum that sends my hormones in a spin. I stick my tongue out and lick the ridge of his crest.
Silas bucks, the sinews in his thighs pulling tight under my forearms.
“Oh, fuck, Lucy,” he growls.
I love how that dirty word sounds from his beautiful demigod mouth. The salty taste of his sap rolls down my tongue, and I crave more. I curve my tongue around him as much as his girth allows, and I slide down, trying to take it all into my mouth. His length is too much, and I choke on it. I want to pull back, but apparently my Silas has become a beast. He puts a hand on my head, pushing himself in, and I’m loving it.
“Stop me if I go too far,” he growls, staring down at me. “I want to be gentle, but—” He doesn’t need to finish, I can see it in his face. His finely cut features lock in an expression of hard passion that he struggles to tame.
I wrap my mouth tightly around him, my jaw hurting. But a sick part of me emerges, a version of Lucia Reid that I never knew existed—lustful and dirty, getting off from corrupting a beautiful demigod with a reputation for being impossible to corrupt.
I keep a hand at the base of his shaft, my fingers in the golden curls of his pubic hair, while I pop open my own jeans buttons with the other hand and slip it into my soaked panties.
His grip twists in my hair, and he thrusts into my mouth, practically running his shaft down my throat. I cream hard as he takes my mouth like a master, while my fingers run through the creamed dusting of hair between my legs, gliding over my swollen clit.
I hope Maverick is getting a good view of this. Seeing his face this moment would be the ultimate turn-on. I wouldn’t even need to touch myself in order to cum—the look on his face would be enough, his expression as he realizes he didn’t mean anything to me; I just used his mouth, cumming all over his face, subduing him to my dark side. And now I’m giving another man a blowjob.
I feel something in my chest, a certainty and a matter-of-fact acceptance that is new and elating. It’s almost an epiphany. No man will ever bend me, not unless I want to bend for him.
This new version of Lucia Reid sucks hard on Silas’ shaft, his hand twisting my hair around his wrist to keep me where he wants me. I’m working on him with one hand and on myself with the other as he pumps my mouth like his life depends on it. My throat swells when he reaches deep, sweat trickling down my skin as he cums, growling like an animal.
My nub pulses against my fingers and I cum in my own hand, gazing up at the demigod who fucks my mouth like a mindless beast, and loving him. Loving this dirty but profound intimacy between us. And when Silas collapses to his knees in front of me, lifting my chin and pushing his tongue down my throat that he’s just filled with his sap, he oozes gratefulness and infatuation. My arms slither around his neck, my hands sinking in his rich blonde hair. I feel like a sex demoness corrupting an angel, but I’m deeply in love with him, which should make everything all right.
I hope that Maverick watched every second of what we did. I hope he saw the sweat glisten on my throat as I strained to take the demigod all in. I failed, but I sure hope it looked hardcore as I tried.
I made my stand. Now the warlock has a clear image of what he meant to me—he was just a slave I used to cum all over his face, while Silas is the master of my heart, and will be the master of my body. But then I feel the sting of Maverick’s intense black gaze from the shadows, the burn of his jealousy, and I
surprise myself fantasizing about him barging into my chamber tonight. Demanding that I suck him off just like I did the demigod, because he was the first man to give me pleasure, and that gave him the right to be the first to cum in my mouth.
Silas’ arms go around me, pressing me to his body in a loving embrace, and pulling my attention completely back to him. I melt in his hold, and give in to this bond that grows between us. I no longer fear what this love can do to me. But I fear what it can do to him.
Maverick
IT’S BEEN THREE DAYS since that night. Three days since the night Lucia Reid sucked another man’s cock right in front of me, and I failed to walk away. I stood there, watching as it burned my heart like red iron, and yet forced a hard-on on me. Three days that I had to spend with her at my hut, having her so close that I could feel the heat of her presence through my clothes, and knowing I would never be able to touch her. All I’ve been doing was bark orders at her, and she carried them all out without a word except for the spells I had her say. But her stare was defiant whenever it met mine.
It didn’t precisely help to have Silas around all the time, along with two good friends of his from the Flipside. He got them to help Lucia by shielding her true essence—the hellish essence of fire—from the Headmaster and the Academy Board on the day of her test. There wasn’t nearly enough time for her to learn how to deal with her emotions herself in order to prevent hellish powers from arising. She got to master potions, and that’s how the Lord Protector will present her to the Headmaster—as a mortal witch with a talent for potions, and less for fortune telling, since we still don’t understand what it was with the first vision she had.
She’s going to make a potion with the ingredients the Board provides, and the Headmaster is going to test it—it’s still a mystery how—and, if it works, she’ll be admitted to the Academy. At least that’s the promise that the Lord Protector managed to rip from the Headmaster, but all three of us—Silas, the Lord Protector and I—have a feeling the Headmaster has a hidden plan.