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by Claire Marta


  Primal instincts at it’s best. If only it were that simple.

  Eventually I give up tossing and turning and head outside. The sky is starting to lighten up. As much as I want to shift and go anywhere but here, I need to be here when Layla wakes up. For her piece of mind and my own.

  Perhaps it’s time to go home. I’ve spent long enough wandering around. I thought I was ready to put down roots somewhere, but the last few months have been such a shitshow, maybe what I need the most is the quiet calm of the mountains. Regardless of my family’s interference.

  I sit outside long enough that Carol wakes and brings me a cup of tea. “Anything in particular you want for breakfast?”

  “No, thank you. Whatever you wish to make is fine. Maybe something ridiculously healthy for the girl.”

  She’ll hate me for it, but she needs the nutrients.

  “Very well. Shall I send her to you when she wakes?”

  “Please.”

  Carol heads back inside and I sip at my tea, contemplating the idea of going home some more. I wonder if Carol will like that, she’s been away as long as I have and has dutifully cared for me. Which is selfish. She deserves a break from all my bullshit.

  An hour or so later, I hear the back door open and smell Layla’s salt water scent.

  A long deep blue velvety robe belted at the waist hides the white nightgown she’s wearing. Venturing closer, her bare toes curl against the floor.

  “Morning.” She greets softly.

  “Good morning, nymph. Sleep well?” I ask a little softer than normal. Hopefully she appreciated the fact that I’m trying.

  A small smile plays on her lips and her look turns shy. “Yes, I did actually thank you. I’m sorry I put you out of your room last night.”

  “I offered. If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t have.”

  “I don’t suppose there’s been any word on Enirco?” She asks taking the seat opposite me. “I wouldn’t be upset if he turned up as BBQ you know. Crispy on the inside and soft in the middle. Like fried chicken.”

  I let out a small laugh at that. “Your mind never ceases to surprise me. But, no. There hasn’t been anything on him since you saw him, I’m afraid. Though I do hope tiger tastes better than chicken so I can at least get a snack when it’s all said and done.”

  We lull into silence.

  Layla sits examining the gardens beyond us steeped in early morning sunlight.

  “I just want you to know I did it.” She murmurs. “I opened a restaurant. It's more than I ever dreamed. It’s growing. I had no idea it would be this popular, everyone seems to love it. I’m already thinking of expanding.”

  She continues in a babble her words growing in momentum. “Dad didn’t want me around when I went home. I found out the truth and none of them liked that. My mother was a siren and instead of telling me, they just shunned me, hoping the problem would go away. They didn’t care about the effect it had on me. On my life. No one explained until then.

  “ It’s been so much to deal with. Even though I know why, I still don’t understand it all. I mean I know the powers there. I can feel them inside me, but I still don’t know how to use them properly.

  “It comes and goes. Goddess, there’s been moments when they’ve gotten me in trouble.” Sucking in a breath she releases it quickly. “But my family paid me off and asked me never to return, so basically I became rich because they don’t want me. How screwed up is that?”

  “It happens more often than you know, nymph. I was lucky in getting a family that does want me around, not that I want to be around them very often, but sometimes families are horrible and you’re better off without them.

  “Congratulations on the restaurant, am I to assume my invitation got lost in the mail? Or you suddenly lost my number?”

  It’s a cheap shot, but I can’t help but take it.

  “As for your magic, I’ll call Adam. Alistair expressed interest in teaching you when he met you that night at the Mistress’s, if you stuck around you might have more confidence in your abilities.”

  Layla grimaces. “I was angry with you. I was disappointed after the opening, that I hadn’t had you there. My therapist says the two of us have issues to work through and that my clean break hasn’t done anything to help the situations I need to face. That I need to stop running away. He’s right. It doesn’t solve anything when I do.”

  I bark out a laugh but it’s not humorous. “Anger is fine. I knew you were going to be, but I was prepared to deal with that. Issues is one way to put it.” I practically spit the word ‘issues’. “A clean break would mean that we both agreed to end our relationship. That was not the case. You ran away like a child.”

  It seems like the time for calm has passed, I can feel the anger and worry from the past six months building up. I pushed it down for her sake, but she’s sitting here trying to downplay everything and I refuse to let her run away from me again until we get it all out in the open.

  Layla doesn’t move but I feel a pulse of power crackle between us, the scent of sea air on the breeze.

  “You're not the one who got fucked on a table in front of a room full of people.” She hisses in response. “You're not the one who’s trust was shattered.”

  “You think I enjoyed that?” I spit back. “Fucking someone under duress is not my idea of a good time. What would you have me done? You can’t deny that you were fucking terrified of what was occurring. It was either step up and be that man, again, or let you suffer and experienced what happens when someone loses control of magic they didn’t even know they had!” I shout the last part. “I understand you feel slighted, but how the fuck do you think I feel?

  “Are you so fucking selfish you don’t even care? Or have you embraced the heartlessness of your ancestry?”

  Leaping off her chair, Layla turns on me like a great white shark. “How dare you! You could have taken me outside or isolated me. Taken me to another room and been gentle.

  “If that’s how you fuck no wonder you're single. And as for not caring I have thought about you every second of every day since I left that fucking mansion. You’ve been with me every step of the way, but I was frightened and angry. That’s why I didn’t contact you.”

  “Your words mean nothing to me. If you really think about what happened that night you would know I tried my best to give you what you needed. You didn’t need fucking romance. You needed to be fucked and I did it hard and fast so you wouldn’t suffer for long.

  “Life doesn’t always make things easy or turn out how you expect. There were no other options that night. But you don’t care about that. You don’t care that I was forced to make those types of decisions. You only care about yourself. You’re angry, hurt, which is understandable, but you’re too much of an immature child to realize what I did for you.”

  I expect her to run. That’s what she’s good at after all, but the light of battle blazes in her gaze locked with mine.

  Stalking towards me with a sexy swing of her hips, she stabs a finger into my chest. “Maybe I am selfish, naïve, and childish. I’m young after all. I’m not an old man like you are. I’m not all knowing like you seem to be.”

  “Being young is not an excuse, you hide behind your age and your sheltered life instead of trying to understand the real world. I have never claimed to be all knowing, but I do have sense to listen to people when I don’t understand something. That’s the biggest difference between the two of us.

  “I know how to talk and fight and all you know is how to run away.”

  Layla practically snarls baring little white teeth. Planting her ass in my lap, her fingers slid up my shoulder to fist my hair. “Does it look like I’m running away?”

  I grip her hips tight, “it’s only a matter of time.”

  I’m not sure who moves first. One moment we’re glaring at each other the next our lips are fused together. It isn’t a kiss. It’s outright war. Violent, wrathful, not one ounce of sweetness.

  One hand goes to
her hair and I wrap the soft strands around my fingers, pulling tight. Taking control of the kiss I explore every inch of her mouth.

  She gives as good as she gets. One of her hands moves to my shoulder and she digs her nails into my skin.

  “Is that all you got?” She breathes, her breath fanning my face in a taunt when we both come up for air.

  “Don’t push me, nymph. Not after telling me off for fucking you only a fraction as hard as I want to.” I warn her. My hand on her hip slides to her thigh.

  “Then do it.” She demands, rubbing her ass against my erection. “Maybe I’ll actually enjoy it this time or aren’t you man enough like you say? I know what I’m getting into this time after all.”

  “Go inside then. I will not fuck you without protection.” I don’t even want to think about what could come of that. Then again, it’s not smart doing this at all.

  I let Layla go long enough to slide off me, standing, I grab her hand and pull her behind me, through the house and up to the third floor.

  She doesn't try to jerk away or stop me. If anything I feel only a trace of a shiver dancing through her limbs. When we reach my bedroom I let her go, giving her a moment to turn back. A second to change her mind.

  Instead, Layla stands at the foot of the bed hands on her hips with one eyebrow raised “Well? I’m waiting.”

  “So mouthy. Strip.” I order before dropping my pants.

  The girl’s attention shifts downward to my hard cock. Dark eyelashes lowering, it hides the emotions shining through her eyes. Fingers shaking slightly, she unbelts the sash at her waist letting the robe drop from her shoulders. Next comes the nightgown, which she pulls over her head. Standing tall and proud, she’s naked before me in all her glory.

  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you? To marr that pretty skin of yours. I’m going to fuck you, properly this time.”

  Closing the small distance between us, I pull her flush against my body. She lets out a small gasp.

  With a fist full of hair, I pull her head back and kiss her again, hard and vicious, before backing her up onto the bed. Layla’s knees connect with the mattress and I force her down, chasing after her. If this is what she wants, I'll give it to her. Layla’s hair ripples over the sheets in a green cascade bright in contrast to the dark sheets. Looming over her slender frame, I cup her left breast twisting the nipple between my fingers.

  She groans, her lower half moving restlessly. My nymph is all pale smooth skin like a perfect pearl.

  “Since you found me so lacking the last time, tell me, what do you want from me now?” I give her other nipple the same treatment, pinching and pulling each one.

  Her face is a mixture of pain and pleasure, soft groans escaping her pretty lips, which are swollen from our harsh kisses.

  Bright eyes stare up at me, “I want to taste you.” She says.

  Holy fuck. That is unexpected, but I should have expected that from her.

  Leaning down I kiss her soft lips. “You want my cock sliding into your wet mouth?” I whisper against her flesh. “You want me to shove it down your throat until you choke?”

  “Yes.” Layla replies boldly.

  “Head on the pillows, don’t move, and do not bite me for fuck’s sake.”

  When she’s in position, I slide up her body, making sure I don’t put any of my weight on her. Wouldn’t want to accidentally crush the girl. Or maybe I will...after I test her oral skills.

  She looks up at me like she’s preparing for another screaming match, not sex. Considering this feels more like war than a simple fuck I can understand that.

  “Open up, little nymph. Show me that you have more skills than just throwing accusations.”

  Placing the tip of my dick against her lips, I slowly push it inside her wet mouth.

  One hand goes to the headboard, while the other guides my cock inside her mouth. Shifting on my knees, I angle it so I can slide almost all the way inside.

  Her eyes are already watering but I keep pushing until I can’t go anymore.

  Layla makes a noise the sound vibrating through my flesh. Is she surrendering already? A sharp pang of disappointment assails me until I feel her begin to suck. Tongue curling and licking she hollows her cheeks head bobbing as she works the length of me.

  “Are you sure you’re a virgin?” I taunt, snapping my hips forward to go deeper, making her gag a bit.

  With both hands on the headboard now, I can easily fuck her mouth senselessly, which is what I do for a minute or so. Making her lose her rhythm, but enjoying the sounds of her trying and failing to take me down her throat.

  “Such a perfect little mouth. I should just fuck it all day and leave you wanting. Since you think I’m so cruel.”

  Thrusting forward, I bury my dick in her mouth and hold it there. Watching in rapture as her eyes water and she fights for breath.

  Layla’s hands scramble up to grasp my thighs but she doesn’t push me away. Instead she presses her palms flat against my skin. Whatever battle we’re locked in I sense she’s not about to give up so easily.

  Watching her fight only makes me harder. Pumping my hips, I don’t stop until fire races up my spine and I fill the back of her throat with my cum. As much as I enjoy watching her gag I want to mark the rest of her.

  Layla splutters, drops of cum trailing from the corners of her mouth but I’m happy to see she swallowed the rest of it. Wiping it away with her knuckles, she stares up at me defiantly.

  “Did it measure up to your expectations?”

  “It will do.” She replies sassily.

  “Since you got what you wanted, now it’s my turn to get what I want.” Moving down the bed, I grab her legs and spread them open.

  The smell of her arousal has my spent cock twitching with life, though it’ll be a while yet before it’s ready to go again.

  In the meantime, I get to enjoy her as thoroughly as she just enjoyed me.

  Layla

  Thomas’s head lowers between my thighs. I know what’s coming but I’m not prepared for it. The moment his mouth touches the sensitive flesh of my folds my hips jerk upwards.

  “Oh goddess.” I cry out, fingers finding his hair and hanging on tightly. It’s like nothing I’ve imagined. Everything in my abdomen tightens with neediness.

  I feel his chuckle against my skin.

  “Just relax, nymph. I’ll give you what you need...eventually.”

  Thomas’s tongue lashes over my clit. Writhing against the mattress, I cling to his hair for dear life. The more he licks and sucks the wetter I can feel myself getting. I’m still angry with him. Hate what he said out in the garden. It makes me want to scratch and bite. Hurt him physically like he’s hurt me emotionally.

  Suddenly there’s a finger entering me. He’s not careful, but he’s not harsh either. Just determined.

  A few quick thrusts before he pushes another in.

  Between his tongue and his fingers, I’m experiencing pleasure I only dreamed about, until the fingers disappear just as quickly.

  One of Thomas’s hands nudges my leg, I follow his direction and plant my foot on the bed, opening myself to him more.

  He goes back to torturing me with his tongue, but his fingers travel down to somewhere else entirely.

  I gasp when I feel his finger brush between my cheeks. He eases it inside the place I never thought anyone would go...and I don’t tell him to stop.

  He thrusts his tongue inside me and I moan, at the same time he shoves another finger into my other hole.

  I don’t know if I like it or hate it, but before I can make up my mind, his tongue lashes at my clit, making my hips buck.

  “Don’t stop.” I demand knowing if he stops now I’ll kill him.

  Thomas growls, the sharp nip of teeth on my inner thigh making me yelp. Returning to his task, he continues until my legs are shaking and I’m on the verge of release.

  “Thomas. Thomas. Thomas.” I chant his name like a prayer as the feeling builds and builds.


  Spine bowing, I’m practically levitating off the bed when I hurtle over the finish line. Screaming at the top of my lungs, pleasure hits me in powerful waves. So overwhelmed, I lose the ability to speak for a split-second.

  “And that, nymph? Does that meet your high standards?”

  Licking my lips I catch my breath, chest heaving. “Not bad.” I manage to croak.

  Thomas smirks.

  We both know this is all new to me, but I’m not about to give him a big head. His ego is already so inflated I’m surprised he can fit through doors.

  “Well then, I suppose I’ll have to try harder to impress you. Who knew you have such expectations.”

  He surges up and takes my mouth. I can taste myself on his lips and it’s not unpleasant. Pulling away, Thomas leans over and reaches into the nightstand drawer. He pulls out a foil square and holds it between us.

  “Would you like to continue? Or are you tired from that fantastic tongue fuck?”

  “I’m not tired at all. Unless you need to rest being so old?” I question sweetly. “I wouldn’t want you to over do it at your age.”

  “Do I need to have a word with Adam about the mouth on his pet? Spending so much time with that unruly wolf has ruined you.”

  “I like spending time with Bane.” I defend. “He’s my friend and besides he’s fun. You don’t get to say who I can and cannot see. I’m not your submissive anymore, remember?”

  “I’m not talking about that and you know it. That mouth of his is not a good thing, for a pretty, innocent little girl like you, it’s reckless to try to emulate it.”

  Glowering at him, I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Are you going to fuck me or not? I think you're stalling.”

  He holds out the condom for me to take. “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get. Put it on me.”

  Snatching it from his fingers, I rip it open. Reaching down, I close my fingers over his hardened cock feeling the hot, velvet feel of it in my grasp before rolling the rubber over the length. Thomas doesn’t waste anymore time with words. Forcing my legs up over his muscled shoulders, he thrusts into me in one long thrust.

 

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