by Eve Newton
Slipping in between her wide-open legs, I grab my cock. I find her clit with the head and circle it slowly, driving her wild. She is soaking wet; I can’t wait to drive deep inside her until my balls are wet with her juice.
She lets out a low growl as she climaxes from my attention to her clit. She is so easy to please. She loves this and I love doing this to her. I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. I ram my dick inside her slick pussy with a soft grunt. She sheathes my entire length with one thrust of my hips.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Lilith.”
I wrap my arms around her and make slow love to her, pulsing in and out of her until I’m ready to burst. I want to feel her clenching around me. I need to feel it. I need to know that I’m pleasing her as much as she is pleasing me. All I want is her pleasure. It turns me on to know that she is happy and fulfilled and that I made her that way.
She rolls us over, sitting up and taking over control. I watch mesmerized when her tits bounce as she rides me. She grinds her hips down and rotates them slowly, excruciatingly. Her silver eyes are full of lust and desire. They fix on mine and never leave as her lips part and she comes in an intense wave on top of me, clutching my dick with her pussy, tightening her intimate grip on me in a way that I have never felt before. I wonder briefly if that is a Vampire thing, or if it's just her.
I don’t care.
I’m obsessed with her. I know it and I don’t give a flying fuck. I need her creaming me with her cum, knowing that I made that happen.
She places her hands on my chest, steadying herself, her breathing coming in a pant now. She speeds up. More and more, using her Vampire to drive me into a frenzy.
I burst my load into her with a loud triumphant cry, shuddering underneath her in pure bliss…
“Fuck,” I groan opening my eyes and taking in the gloom of this dank motel just off the main road. It is a dump, but it’ll do.
My hand had closed around my dick while I slept, while I dreamed of her. Fucking her until she came all over my cock.
“Fuck,” I mutter and pump away, needing the release that I had in my dream. I close my eyes again, knowing that she dreamed it too. The magick that I threw at her has connected us in a way that I never expected and did not want. She is a vile creature. I loathe her kind as well as all supernatural beings. They are unnatural, they don’t belong here. Yet, I’m dreaming of her, as she is of me in this way and it turns my stomach. I feel my balls tighten and I spurt my cum all over my hand with a soft moan of disgust at myself.
Reaching for the box of tissues on the nightstand, I pull one out and wipe my hand on it briskly.
I get up and throw the tissue in the toilet, flushing it and watching it swirl away, wishing these feelings that I had for her would go with it.
They don’t.
I want to destroy her and that Wolf she is protecting. I want to tie her up, have her completely helpless when I drive a stake through her heart and then burn her for good measure, taking out both the Vampire and the Witch in her. I want that Wolf to watch as I take her away from him just as he took my wife.
I know he is falling in love with her. The magick, while twisted in its unexpected side effect, is working. I can see what she sees, hear what she hears when her guards are down. I witnessed her interaction with the Wolf earlier. He gazed at her like a man besotted but I don’t think she realizes it yet.
I want her to know how the Wolf feels about her. I want her to feel the same before I rip them apart and decimate them both, then I will go after that Vampire who has grown attached to her before I raze that Coven mansion to the ground and dance on the ashes.
I grin at the thought, but it fades as I mutter, “I will avenge you, Laura, even if I have to love her in my dreams, you know how much I loathe her and her kind. You taught me well. Know your enemy.” I can safely say that I’m starting to know Lilith. She is cautious in her approach to ruling. She doesn’t believe she deserves it nor has the power to see it through properly. She relies on the Coven to have her back. I press my lips together. She relies on the Coven. If I take them away from her first, she will be lost, and I will be able to take her out much more easily. I can torment her, torture her…watch her fall to her knees and beg me to give her mercy to save those she protects. I will have all of the power; I just need to bide my time. The urge is clawing at me to go to her now and end this once and for all, but that is foolish. She thinks that my visit to her earlier was all about the Wolf, but he was merely a ruse to get the magick into her. It may be black magick, but she is stronger than that. She can fight it while she is on guard, but asleep, worried, tired, angry… that’s when I see what is going on.
“No, it isn’t your time yet, girlie. I will be patient and do this the right way. I will wipe out everyone you rely on leaving you all alone and at my mercy, separated from your filthy Wolf lover, desperate and alone.”
Closing my eyes as I climb back into bed, a tiny, dark part of me craves her in my dreams again.
It only makes me more determined to get rid of her, to get rid of all of them.
Chapter 19
Lilith
I’m laying in bed, having only been asleep for a couple of hours, if that, wide awake and horny as fuck. I know I had an orgasm in my sleep, I fucking felt it. How? Why? And why with him? He disgusts me, yet at the same time, he is consuming my dreams, taking over my body and my senses to the point where I cream myself in my sleep.
“I’m going to kill you,” I murmur, turning over and willing myself to sleep but not dream.
The soft rap at the door makes me groan and pull the covers over my head.
“Lily?” Lloyd’s voice calls through the door. “Are you in there?”
“Yes,” I say, even though I don’t want to.
He pushes the door open and ducks inside, shutting it quickly behind him. “Where did you go earlier?” he asks, aiming for innocence but failing miserably.
I sit up, my mood sour. “Hunting with Axl. Then we fucked in the forest and I bit him so hard, he shot his load into me. Happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Lily,” he says calmly, his face etched with resignation. “I told you it’s okay, that I’m okay with this. You don’t need to hide it by sneaking off and you don’t need to hurt me with harsh words.”
My cheeks flame with shame. I had been out to hurt him but only because I feel so confused by my dreams and so wound up and angry. “I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “That was awful. I’m a horrible person. I’m taking my mood out on you…” I climb out of bed and sidle seductively over to him. “Please forgive me.” I clutch at his shirt, looking up at him, my gaze full of desire for him.
“Always,” he croaks out, kissing me swiftly and pushing me away when my hands find their way to the front of his pants. “I can’t, Lily. I’m sorry. I’ve got to be with the Coven to find a way to break this magick inside you. I just came up here to check on you.”
Pouting at him, I say, “You are no fun.”
“Oh, I can be fun,” he says in a dark tone that makes me shiver. “But later, I’m sorry.”
“Fine, go. Coven first and all that,” I say only a little bit nastily.
“Lily,” he says desperately, taking my hand. “Wait here.”
I grin at him, knowing that I’ve gotten my way and I’m about to ride a Warlock to my complete satisfaction, when he darts out of the room and returns shortly with the half asleep, half dressed in plaid pj bottoms and sexily disheveled Vampire from next door.
“I’m sorry,” Lloyd says, “but this is me making it up to you now and I promise I’ll make it up properly later.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Axl asks, rubbing his face with his hand. “And close those fucking curtains will you, unless you want a fella to burn up.”
I grimace at him and scowl at Lloyd, who gives me an apologetic look and scarpers before I can jump on him. Way to give a girl a complex. Fuuuuck’s sake.
Axl looks around. “Nice digs, Strawberries,” h
e says, jumping onto my rumpled bed and making himself comfortable. He indicates the curtains that look out over the front garden and gates.
“Make yourself at home, why don’t you,” I grumble, going over to close them anyway.
“Your boyfriend not seeing to your needs, pet?” he asks wickedly.
“Aren’t you also my boyfriend now?” I ask archly and then wonder where the hell that came from. He will probably run a mile at this whiff of commitment.
He sits up, regarding me closely. “Do you want me to be?” he asks, perfectly seriously.
I shrug. “What do you want?”
“This isn’t about me, love. Tell me what you want from me.” His blue eyes search mine, puckering my nipples with the intensity of his stare.
I walk over to the bed, climbing onto it and then crawling onto his lap. His hands immediately go to my ass, dragging me further up and over his dick. It grows harder, even more when I wiggle a little to rile him up.
“What do I want from you?” I murmur. “Hmm…” I lean forward and kiss him, snaking my hands down his hard, bare chest. “You are so sexy,” I purr.
“Back at you, love, but stop with the seduction and tell me what you want. Do you want me in your bed every night?” he asks, his tone going low and dark. “Or do you want me for a quick fuck when you need a bit of bite?” He trails his fingers down my neck.
“Why can’t I have both?” I ask, nipping at his fingertips when they brush over my lips.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “You want it all, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I rasp, feeling the little sparks snap off my skin as he trails his fingers down over my breasts. “I want you, Axl, in every way possible, but you can’t have anyone else.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” he whispers. “Newsflash, Queenie, but you are kind of consuming my thoughts, my heart, my essence.”
“Same,” I murmur before I kiss him again. “I don’t know how this will work yet, with Lloyd, and you,” I say with a frown, stroking his chiseled cheekbones. “But I want it to. I need it to.”
“And the Wolf?” he asks.
“I don’t know what’s between us. It’s confusing. I don’t know if it’s you I’m really feeling. You always seem to be near one another…” I know it’s not true. It’s definitely Mason, I just don’t want to admit it myself because it makes little sense. It does make sense to think that Axl is taking over my feelings because he is like me.
I’ve gone pensive now and the arousal that I had from my dream has crashed. Mother wanted to see me, so I should go and speak to her and see if she can help me figure out my father’s recent mysterious behavior.
Axl, realizing that a fuck will not happen now, picks me up by my waist and moves to the side. He climbs off the bed. “Come and find me later. I need to crash some more, and you look like you’ve got things to do.”
I smile up at him a bit distractedly. “Thanks,” I mutter and climb off the bed to head to the shower.
“Oh, and Strawberries?” he says, pausing at the bedroom door.
“Yeah?”
“Next time, you crawl naked onto my lap and wiggle around on my dick, I won’t be such a gentleman,” he says with a smirk.
“Next time you had better not be,” I retort and close the bathroom door with a genuine smile now. He is really easy going, and it’s just what I need right now. He is just what I need. I can see myself falling for him in a big way. I just hope that he is as serious about where this is heading as I am. Words are one thing, but people lie. He will have to prove it to me with his actions. As for Mason…I just have no idea what to do about him. Maybe my mother will have some insight as to why I feel the way I do about him.
I can only hope.
Chapter 20
Axl
I lean over the basin in the bathroom that is attached to my room. It’s not as fancy as Lilith’s, but it’s a damn sight better than the barracks downstairs. My cock is raging, as is my thirst for blood. Her blood. She riled me up and then went off into her own little world. There was no way I was forcing myself on her after she went cold. I will never hurt her, even if it means leaving me with a dick that needs attention before it breaks.
It’s been a long time since I needed to do this. Usually, the urge is abated by a willing female but that isn’t even an option now. Even if Lilith hadn’t stated that she didn’t want me to take other lovers, it would not happen. No other woman can even touch what she does to me. I just hope that my hand does a good enough job to make my dick go down.
So, I slip my hand inside my pajamas and pull my cock out. Staring into my own eyes as I start to jerk off. Then I close them and think of her.
My breathing goes ragged as I pull on myself, harder, faster, imagining pumping away inside her. I come quickly, groaning loudly as I chuck my spunk into the basin.
“Fuck, Lilith,” I pant and open my eyes.
I let go of my cock with a sigh. It’s hard again already. Usually a perk of being a Vampire, but not this time. I turn towards the shower and turn it on. Stripping off, I get in and let the water blast me in the face as I close my eyes.
I need to feed soon, being awake, up and about during the daylight hours makes me weaker than I should be. It’s a curse, one that I wonder if the Coven can help me with. They have all of this power, surely, they can come up with something that allows me to walk in the sun. I can’t be all there for Lilith without it. I’ll be damned–again–if I’ll let that Wolf take over while I’m holed up in my room. She has done something to me that no other woman ever has. She has made me want to protect her.
I snort and get a nose full of water. I cough and splutter, laughing at my stupidity. Protect. I have never protected a woman in my long life before. Usually, I’m the one they need protecting from. I have never, not even in my human life so long ago, loved a woman. I have never found a woman I could love. The fact that she is close to loving me back, awakes something in my cold, dead heart.
“You’ve got me, Strawberries. Question is…what are you going to do with me?” I mutter. Her words were confusing. I tried to be direct with her, I see no point in being any other way, but she talked around it. She says she wants me and that she doesn’t want me to want anyone else, but where do I fit in?
Frustrated and hungry, I turn the shower off and climb out, grabbing the towel from the rail and drying off as I walk back into the bedroom. I cross over to the vast wardrobes and open them, seeing my few belongings surrounded by empty space. I roll my eyes at the lavishness. There was a reason I left this life when I chose to become a Vampire. Born into a high noble family in Georgian England, too much was expected of me as the first-born son. When the opportunity came along for a different life, courtesy of Julia, the sexy Vampire who found me drunk in an alley one night after way too much partying, I took it without hesitation. I haven’t looked back. Lived day to day for over a hundred and eighty years and that’s the way I liked it, up until I first laid eyes on the Vampire Queen.
I drag my black jeans and black t-shirt on, sitting on the enormous bed to pull my combat boots on, pausing as I hear Lilith walk past my bedroom door. Taking a deep breath, I recognize her scent. I smile and flash to the door to drag it open, but she’s gone. She has something on her mind that she needs to figure out, so I don’t bother to catch up. I saunter towards the stairs, sticking to the shadows, which are fortunately plentiful in this big gothic style mansion.
When I hit the bottom of the stairs, I turn right and come face-face with a Coven Witch about the same age as Lilith.
“Hey,” I say, pulling up short as she is blocking my way.
“Hi,” she says shyly and moves in closer.
I groan inwardly and nod once, stepping to the side to get around her.
She holds up her hand and I stop. Fucking magick.
I grimace and turn back to her. “What can I do for you?”
“Are you hungry?” she asks.
I narrow my eyes at her. My first thought is tha
t this is a test, but Lilith wouldn’t do that, I don’t think. She isn’t that paranoid.
“As it happens,” I drawl, watching her eyes light up. I see it for what it is with a shot of relief that Lilith hasn’t set me up. No, this Witch is here of her own volition. “But I don’t eat Witch,” I add to her crushing disappointment.
“Asshole,” she mutters and releases me from the hold she had on me as she darts off, her cheeks red with humiliation.
I chuckle and head to the kitchen, thinking that’s not entirely true. Lilith is half Witch, and she tastes divine. I crave her blood sliding down my throat. But I know it’s her Vampire half that has me addicted. Pushing open the door, I stride in and go straight to the fridge. I drag out a bottle of blood and rip the cap off. I could do with a straight from the vein feed but I’m not doing that unless Lilith is with me and partaking of the same feed.
“Shouldn’t you be in a darkened room somewhere?” the Wolf asks me, coming into the kitchen from downstairs.
“Hungry,” I say, flashing him my fangs.
He gives me a scathing once-over which doesn’t insult me. I find him as revolting as he clearly finds me. Mutual hatred between species. One that is renowned and long-lived. I decide to take the opportunity to rub him up the wrong way. “Did you enjoy watching me fuck her earlier?” I ask quietly. “Did it get you off seeing her come all over my dick?”
He sneers at me with open bravado, but I see the irritation in his eyes that I got there first. “She won’t be coming all over your dick again when I tell her that you used your time together to piss me off,” he growls.
I laugh out loud, surprised by the efficient come back. “Touché,” I choke out between snorts. “But I did piss you off. You want her.”
“So do you, what of it?” he says, turning his back to me in an obvious show of nonchalance that screams he doesn’t find me a threat to him.
It kinda turns me on. Always did like a growly Alpha male and this guy exudes it from every cell in his body. The unexpected and very steamy thought of getting into a tangle with him and Lilith enters my head and I smile slowly at his back.