by Erin R Flynn
“I wanted to speak with you about what happened and certainly before anyone else,” Victor practically growled, not happy I was airing this for everyone.
I popped away from Andrew and snorted at Victor as I took the chi jar from him. “There’s nothing to discuss. You had your long awaited chance to get even with Andrew, claim what you thought was yours, and you blew it. You treated me like a godsdamn whore and blew it.”
I collected the other jars while the vampires were shocked with me sharing so much, but Andrew was right and I was vibrating with energy from using so much magic and I was all over the place.
“The dog can’t give you what I can,” Andrew growled.
I snorted again. “I’m not giving him what he wants and turning to him. No, I have five very lovely hawks that are dying for the chance to worship every inch of me again.” I gave Andrew an appraising look and smirked. “And three are better equipped than you, and one broke your record for giving me orgasms, though he certainly isn’t the only one over the years.”
He hissed at my insulting him and took a step towards me. I used my power to throw him up against the wall and held him there.
“I am the Enchantress, and it’s time you start realizing that, Andrew. I haven’t forgiven you. I never will. You simply are not worth holding a grudge against. But if you think you got your dick back, enjoy the twist I put on the spell, as I didn’t just remove it.” Then I threw Victor up next to his brother. “And you, enough with this obsession. Walter is your oldest and most loyal friend.
“Treat him better. He wants to see what else there is in life. Let him. Don’t use him to spy on me as if I’m yours. I’m not. I never was. Enough of the centuries old bullshit. If you want to help rid our world of evil, fine, good to have you on the team, but this other shit ends. I’m over it, and it’s time you were too. Am I making myself clear, boys?” I waited until they both nodded then released them.
And then I popped away with Walter and Hunt before they had a chance to reply otherwise. Except I brought Walter up to my apartment, which I hadn’t wanted.
“Soraya, let this out,” Walter worried, knowing what happened when I was too all over the place.
“I am,” I mumbled, walking over to something specific in my workroom. I brought it over to the main table and chanted under my breath, tying three of the chi jars to it so it went round robin with the energy. Which not only would give the fledglings a chance to recharge a bit and draw out their torture, but would result in more of what we needed.
“What is that?” Walter whispered as the enchanted box started working. “Soraya, what is that?”
“A diamond maker,” I answered, turning away to get what I wanted next. “None of what we did was free. I pay people to handle all we did. I’ll pay Hui Yin to interrogate people. This will help me pay it. This will help pay for the elder tribunal, which costs too much as well.” I shrugged when they both shot me strange looks. “I never resorted to stealing to stay hidden or protect those I saved. I figured out another way.”
“What’s that one? Another diamond machine?” Walter asked.
“No, ruby,” I muttered, setting up one of the chi jars to get it going. “Or any other gemstone besides diamonds though I’ve got it set for pink diamonds as those are running the highest value. Rubies are used in lots of different magics, but they have to be perfect clarity to use them and my supply has run low, so this jar will help get more for the coven. Most importantly, they’re needed for the spell that protects the coven as rubies are love.”
“What about the other six jars?” Hunt inquired when I was done with the second box.
“Souls.” I was pushing how long I could go before working out some of this extra wild energy, so I didn’t explain, bringing them to the roof instead. I went right to the circle and changed the amount of souls to ten at a time and then tied it to the six chi jars to go round robin every five minutes.
“I was wondering when you’d be back for the night, but this was not the state I thought to find you in,” Brax commented from behind me. “What happened, and what are you doing?”
“Getting evil to do our task if I’m right,” I muttered. I stepped back and finished the chant to set off the spell, flinching when I felt a pin prick as it set the first ten. “Well, that’s nothing. Cool. Okay, so ten every five minutes for as long as those jars last, and honestly I have no idea how long but probably at least ten hours, so that’s twelve hundred souls. That’s a pretty good start, and maybe I could rig this for more often.”
“You’re not doing barriers or anything?” Brax pushed, studying me closely. “And you didn’t answer the rest of my question.”
“And I won’t,” I chuckled, batting my eyelashes at him. “But I have to go work off this energy, and I believe you have an idea how I will do that if you can feel it.”
Brax’s eyes filled with something for a moment I couldn’t distinguish in my own frenzied state. “I will stay and watch this and make sure there are not any issues. Ask any who wish to share information with us to wait until tomorrow. Thank you for your dedication to this task.”
“No kiss of thank you when you stole one to track me?” I teased, chuckling when he frowned at me. “Oh well, come watch if you want.” I really laughed at the shocked look he gave me.
People really didn’t understand what I went through when I used so much magic and of so many types. Other enchanters had an idea, but they couldn’t do what I did, and few who came close ever did so much with their magic.
I shrugged and popped away, Walter able to get back into the building with his key card so I wasn’t worried about him. The five hawks were working in the apartment I lent them, and I was impressed that it was to learn English. Most would have taken the night off after training with Hui Yin for the day, but they were driven it seemed.
Something that should be rewarded.
I moved to lean against the wall so they could all see me and changed what I wore, using my power to also make me shower fresh and ready for any sort of fun. “Anyone ready for the next chapter in your education?”
They stared at me with wide and hungry eyes, bobbing their heads as they set down either the books or tablets they had been holding.
“Is he joining us?” Vincent asked, nodding to Hunt.
“No, he’s a bad dog who will watch as part of his punishment.” I glanced at Hunt, seeing he’d really do it and licking my lips as I thought of something fun and evil. “Actually, I’ll make you all a deal. If you five can wear me out first this time, I’ll give you each one night of your biggest fantasy. If not, Hunt can take me to bed and finish wearing me out like he wants. Sound good?”
“What is the lesson this time?” Melvin asked after they all agreed.
I smiled as I stretching my arms above my head as I waved away their clothes. “Fucking. Primal, wild, and powerful fucking, plowing, drilling, and everything in between.”
Impatient Wesley reached me first, mashing his mouth to mine as he lifted me up and spread my legs. He was good enough to check I was ready before he thrust into me as hard as he could. I wrapped myself around him as I bespelled the apartment so if the hawks weren’t touching me, they were enjoying one of my other spells with breaks.
Rick joined us, moving me from against the wall so I was sandwiched between them as he pushed into my other ready hole. I turned my head and kissed him as they screwed me silly.
The moment we were done, Melvin had me bent over the back of the sofa and pounded into me with all he had. Vincent was smart and after he moved me to the table for his turn, fingered me through two orgasms before taking what he wanted. They all caught on after that, remembering the goal wasn’t just sex or to get off, but to win the bet.
I was in heaven when we moved to the master bedroom where they laid me on my stomach and then took turns burying their faces in my ass before trying to drill me into the mattress. At one point I turned to see Hunt had come into the room with us, giving him an evil wink after I saw
how hard he was in his jeans. Then Tyler nailed that perfect spot inside of me and I couldn’t focus on anything else besides that.
They didn’t win the bet though. In the end I and my spells wore out the five studly, young hawks.
I moved off the now sleeping Melvin and chuckled, eyeing them all over. “Well, apparently I am a whore to wear them all out especially after you ordered us tons of food and we all ate in between rounds.”
“You could fuck every supe in Chicago and still not be a whore,” Hunt argued as he moved behind me and kissed my shoulder. “Were you serious?”
“Are you? Do you really not think me a slut for fucking five men and making you watch?” I blinked at him when I saw the answer in his aura. He didn’t. “Why?”
He shrugged as he lifted me in his arms. “To me whores—and I mean that for male and female—are those who cheat or have sex for a purpose. I don’t know what happened with Victor, but that’s not what I mean. I mean when people get into bed to plot or for a purpose other than wanting the person.” He shook his head when I opened my mouth to remind him he’d done just that. “I wanted you. I want you, Soraya. It wasn’t the same.”
“If you say so,” I muttered, not able to look at him and talk about it. I popped us up to my apartment. When we didn’t immediately fall into bed, I glanced around and realized he was bringing me to the bathroom. “I thought you were going to finish me off?”
He stopped walking. “You said as I want. Do you need to just go to sleep, or can I do what you want?”
For some insane reason, I found myself curious as to what he wanted to do, that idiot side of me wanting to know though it would probably hurt me. “No, I ate a ton and so did you, so I’m good.”
“Right, you didn’t reconnect us,” he murmured, angling his neck to draw attention to the collar.
I found myself speechless as I did what he wanted, floored he would keep willingly feel what I do. He set me on the edge of my huge bathtub and started filling it before asking me which stuff he should put in it to help me relax and feel better. I told him, watching him curiously as he moved around the bathroom, undressing as he did.
“Is there wine in your fridge?”
“You’re not seducing me,” I snapped. “You had your chance and betrayed me. This isn’t a date or—”
“I know it’s not,” he murmured, moving closer and cupping my cheek, rubbing his thumb against my skin as we stared at each other. “I want to take care of you, Soraya. That’s what I want. That’s what you need most. I promise I’ll wear you out, but let me do it right.” He waited until I nodded, speechless at what he said. “Wine?” He left to go get it after I nodded again.
What the fuck am I doing? Maybe I’m really a masochist instead of a sadist?
That would explain a lot. Really, it would.
9
He came back with only one glass of wine, which confused me even more. Setting it on the ledge, he finished undressing before picking me up and bringing us both into the tub. He shut off the water and then washed me all over before laying me against the bath pillow and handing me my wine.
I took a sip and watched as he moved between my legs, but instead of the sex I assumed we would start, he teased me in delicious ways.
“I would never have pegged you as a patient lover,” I murmured, taking another sip of my wine.
“I’m not,” he admitted, leaning over and licking my nipple before sucking on it hard. “I’ve been told I’m a shit lover even by a few ex-girlfriends. I think I was just going through the steps, getting to the finish. But it’s different with you. For one, I’ve never had someone push my buttons or wind me up like you have and from the first moment I met you. I’ve also seen you have sex with others and saw exactly what made you react.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that so I didn’t comment, letting him tease and please me a few times as I drank my wine. When I was done and mellow—both from the bath and his attentions—he lifted me out of the water so I was lying on the wide ledge. Then he moved my legs over his shoulders, staying mostly in the water, and wrapped his thick arms around my thighs so his hands held me down.
And attacked my most intimate everything. I mean attacked. He went wild—licking, sucking, nibbling, and just everything he could. All of my years and I’d never experienced anything like it. If I was in my head better, I would have worried about his suffocating from his face being pressed against me like that.
“I was hungry,” he chuckled deeply when I gave him a shocked look when he glanced up at me after more orgasms than I honestly kept count of. “Plus, you were a bit tender, so I wanted to make sure you were totally healed.”
He lifted me up and stood, turning so he was sitting on the ledge and lowering me on him so my feet were on the tiles and my knees on either side of his ribs. I gasped at his size, having alluded to having seen and had better because I hated him. And I had, but he wasn’t anywhere near lacking and probably in the top ten I’d been with in all my centuries.
“Don’t let me finish, Soraya,” he begged against my lips. “Do whatever to the collar so I can’t come. Let me please you as you deserve.”
“I won’t ever forgive you,” I swore as I touched the collar. “I won’t ever be yours. You are a traitor, and I hate you.”
“I know. I know you do,” he breathed, sounding a bit choked up. “That doesn’t mean I’ll stop wanting you or just give up. I won’t. Let me show you.”
I nodded, adjusting the magic, floored he was serious and there was actually a man out there that opted to have blue balls instead of as many climaxes as he could.
His large hand splayed against my ass as he moved me to ride him, using his other hand to tease my breast as we kissed each other as if we needed each other more than air. I got upset at how much I was enjoying him and this, digging my nails into the back of his neck before fisting his hair and pulling harder than most would.
“I hate you,” I chanted against his lips as we moved faster and faster.
“I’m—” he whispered, trying over and over again to apologize, knowing he couldn’t. He kept trying. Each time I said I hated him, he attempted to apologize. It was crazy and so were the both of us.
I couldn’t take it anymore, bouncing on him as fast as I could and digging my nails into his cheeks until he hissed. “I don’t believe you,” I lied, seeing it in his aura. He didn’t bust me on it because his wolf would know I wasn’t telling the truth. Instead, he just kept trying to apologize.
I finished with a scream, not even knowing my orgasm was coming I was so all over the place. He worked me through it, his eyes never leaving mine as he watched all the bliss I felt. Then he stood and carried me out of the bathroom and to my bed. He pulled out of me and buried his face between my legs again until I came screaming, unsure if I could even keep going.
Which was a first for me, but then again, I did have quite the pregame with five hawks. Though some part of me knew it was more than that. Maybe?
He flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, and I got angry at myself when he pushed into me and I wanted more, wanted him. I turned my head to look at him, smirking and lashing out. “My dog wants to fuck doggy style, huh? Is that what you want, dog?”
“Yes, I’m your dog,” he moaned, leaning over and kissing my shoulder before slanting his lips over mine. He fisted my breasts roughly as he snapped his hips in long, hard thrusts. “I’m your dog and I will be sweet or dark, whatever my master wants of me.”
When I got close, he switched what he was doing and threw me, gripping my hips tight and pounding into me with short, harsh thrusts. And then when I almost finished from that, he went back to the other way, throwing my body off again. It felt like forever and not long enough as he kept going and going, teaching me patience, as I couldn’t seem to get my footing.
Finally he let me finish, burying my face in the bedding and screaming my head off as I had one of the best orgasms in my life. My whole lower body sh
ook as the pup I hated rocked my world. And then I found myself crying for a whole other reason when it was over, fisting the comforter and hating him. We could have had this for real. We could have maybe been something if he could really be like this with me and get past his hate.
Instead, he’d fucked us both and not in the fun way.
He seemed to understand my change in mood, flipping me over and spreading my legs and licking me again. I didn’t get it at first, but then I realized it wasn’t for the orgasms. No, he was healing any tenderness after being “rough” with me. I’d had sex with countless shifters and vampires and never had one taken the time, had the dedication to pleasing me to make sure I never felt even a twinge of pain each time.
When he finished, he moved over me and gently slid in me, his gaze locked on mine. I wrapped my hand around his neck, squeezing even if we both knew I couldn’t really hurt him. It was the message and he understood it. I changed the spell on his collar so he finished when I did this time, unable to be so mean as to leave him with blue balls after he made sure I didn’t hurt.
Or that was what I told myself.
“I’m yours,” he promised before kissing me. He changed the angle of my hips and folded one of my legs between us as he gave short, hard thrusts, grinding his hips against mine when they met. He slid his hands under my shoulders, holding tightly for leverage as he surrounded me with his larger frame. “I’m yours. Own me, Soraya. Do what you want with me. Own me forever.”
“No,” I whimpered when he kept repeating it over and over again in a grunt with each thrust. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t take him and this side of him. How could he make me feel any of this after what he’d done? No amount of regret and pain in his aura should have made me feel this, as I was an unforgiving person when it came to betrayal.
“You already do,” he argued. This time he didn’t let me reply as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored the depths of me as he already was on my lower half. I wrapped my other leg around him as I dug my nails in his arms when I got close. He was relentless, swallowing my screams as I finished and every inch of me felt the climax, even my damn toes curling.