“I can’t control it all of the time,” I admitted, uncertain why I was. He didn’t deserve to know the secrets I held; no one did. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Don’t do that,” he said as his knuckles brushed against my cheek. “Don’t deflect this. This is fucking serious. That magic that you used, it was forbidden by the Gods, Erie. It cannot be used, because it will draw evil to you.”
“Afraid I’ll become the Queen of Darkness, Mason?” I uttered as I watched him.
“You’ve never used my given name before,” he growled as his mouth lowered, hovering inches from mine.
“I didn’t,” I said as I inched forward, needing to taste him.
“You did,” he whispered breathlessly as his mouth crashed against mine and he picked me up, rushing us towards the wall that slid open, using his foot to push it out of the way, never moving his lips from mine as his tongue caressed and stroked it with fervor.
I moaned as he dropped us onto the bed, lifting up and pulling away from me, and I gasped to get fresh air. I watched as he revealed the wall of muscle that danced over his abdomen with every subtle motion he made. Savoring the tattoos that my tongue itched to taste as the reality of what was happening came crashing down on me.
I rolled out from beneath him, staring at him as he smirked from where he lifted to his knees. My gaze dropped to the huge cock that pushed against the armored pants he wore. I exhaled shakily as I shook my head, uncertain what the hell I had just done. It hadn’t even registered that I’d been flirting or allowing him to touch me until he had begun to strip his body bare.
“This isn’t smart,” I muttered. “A bed, you, me, no shirt, this isn’t good, Callaghan,” I said, unable to filter my words. He didn’t reply. Instead, he watched me like he was trying to calm the same reaction that I was experiencing as we sat there, both ready to pounce if the other so much as moved a muscle.
“You don’t kiss someone like that unless you’re inviting them into your bed, Erie,” he growled as he held perfectly still, staring at me.
“I wouldn’t know, Callaghan. You’re the only one to ever kiss me in my entire life,” I replied huskily. “It’s not like I’ve had a ton of experience or lured men to my bed before.”
“Never?” he asked, and the pride that lit in his eyes made me want to punch him right in those soft, kissable lips of his.
“You have no idea what I have been through,” I uttered, and my stomach turned as the memories rushed to the surface. I leaned against the wall, staring at him.
“Would it matter to you if I did? Would it matter to you if I had tried to protect you and failed anyway?” he asked, and there was something in his eyes that made me hesitate.
“No,” I whispered as I closed the emotion off and pushed the feelings deep into the back of my mind. “It doesn’t change anything.”
“Didn’t think so,” he shrugged and he lunged, catching me as I started to move, but he was faster. “Kiss me like you did, Erie. Kiss me like you want me.”
I pushed at him as I watched his eyes searching my face. “I don’t want to make a baby with you.”
“We’d make a beautiful baby together,” he shrugged. “This isn’t about breeding right now. This is chemistry, sweet girl. Let me bring out that dirty bitch that you’re hiding.”
“Bitch?” I stuttered.
“She’s in there, just waiting to play with me,” he urged as his mouth lowered, kissing the inside of my thigh until my mouth opened and my hand flew to cover it, biting down as I stifled a moan. His hand slipped between my legs, ripping my panties off as he lifted his head, jerking me onto the bed with my back against it while his mouth descended over my flesh. I pulled his hair until he was looking at me, my chest heaving as I struggled to maintain some semblance of control.
“I thought you wanted to talk?” I squeaked breathlessly.
“I want to fuck you,” he uttered, lifting to stare into my eyes as I watched him. He lowered his head to mine, turning as his tongue drifted over my lips, pushing past them to claim mine in a slow, heated kiss that pulled a moan from my lungs without warning. His knee pushed my legs apart, grinding against the needy flesh that he’d left unsated. He broke away, staring down at me. “You like this, you just don’t know where it fits in that mess of a head,” he chuckled as he lifted up, ripping open the shirt I wore. “I can show you right where this fits into it.”
“That was my shirt,” I growled as his head lowered, catching a nipple between his teeth before he applied just enough pressure that pulled a surprised hiss from my lips. “Callaghan,” I warned as the small room became too hot, filled too full with his dominating presence. His tongue worked swirling motions around my nipple until he moved to the other one, pushing my skirt up with ease as his fingers pushed into the arousal between my legs.
I pushed against him, needing him there as the dull ache turned into a ball of need that refused to lessen. His hand moved slowly, and I needed more. I needed him. I pushed him away, fighting his pants to free him as he watched me. He pushed the wild hair away from my face as he allowed me the control to free his cock.
“You’re a needy little thing, Erie. Show me what you need, tell me what you want,” he uttered huskily.
I ignored him, working to free his cock. The moment it was released, I swallowed hard and laid back, pushing my skirt off as I closed my eyes. What the fuck was happening to me? I whimpered as he moved down, settling between my legs, his mouth descending on my flesh, lapping at it hungrily.
I screamed out as pleasure rushed through me, his tongue pushing hard as he sucked against the ball of nerves between my legs. I expected him to slide up my body and enter me, but he didn’t. My hands found his hair, holding him there as another orgasm began to build. He was relentless as he licked and sucked, pushing his fingers into the tightness of my body over and over again until I was begging him to stop as pleasure washed over me blindly and violently.
“Such a naughty little thing, Erie,” he chuckled as he lifted his head, mouth glistening with my pleasure on it. He climbed up my body, kissing his way to my mouth, where his lips tasted of me. His tongue pushed into my mouth, capturing mine as he rubbed his cock against my opening, then he pulled back to watch me as he began to push into my body. “You like when I fuck this pretty, tight cunt, don’t you?” he growled as he slammed into my body and I arched up off the bed, screaming as my body burned from his entrance, where he stretched me full. “You have the tightest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking. I’d stay here forever, fucking this tightness if I could,” he uttered as he sat up, using my hips to hold us together. “Look at how you grip my cock, sucking it off even without moving.”
“Move, asshole,” I urged through a huskiness I hadn’t known I could achieve.
“Watch me fuck you,” he growled as he reached over, pulling my hair until I was forced to watch as he withdrew from my body. My body gripped him tighter, clenching down as he slid in and out of my flesh, coated in my arousal. “Look at that sweet flesh, how your cunt is wet with your release, one I gave you. You want more?” he asked as he held himself halfway out of my body, slowly rocking against the slick heat that needed him to just fucking move. He pulled out even further, using his free hand to push against my clit, pinching it hard enough that I uttered curses as my body trembled around his. “Tell me what you want, Erie,” he demanded as he pulled out until only the tip was cradled in my flesh.
“I need it,” I pleaded.
“Tell me to fuck your cunt,” he demanded. “Tell me to ruin this sweet haven until it knows me by heart.”
“Callaghan,” I hissed breathlessly. I lifted up, claiming his mouth, and allowed another inch to sink into my wanton flesh. A moan escaped my lips as the need to ride his cock blossomed into an addiction.
“Nuh-uh,” he chuckled as he pulled back, trailing his tongue over my lip before his teeth nipped
at it, pulling it between them. His hips pulled back as he sucked on my lip, holding my hair as he moved my mouth to give himself further access. “You can do it, sweet girl. Let me hear you tell me how you want this monster cock to fuck that sweet, tight cunt. Tell me you want me to wreck that pretty pink flesh. How you need it so fucking deep that you’ll never forget how we feel together.”
“Fuck me,” I begged, and he shook his head, refusing to release my lip.
“You can do better than that,” he laughed darkly. He pushed me down, lifting my hips as he wrapped his arm around me and pushed his finger against my ass. “I’ll fuck this too,” he warned.
“Oh, hell no, you will not!” I uttered thickly as he pushed into it, forcing a scream of pain to erupt as he sank his finger into my ass.
“It only hurts for a moment, then it will become pleasure that you will crave,” he said, dropping his head to suck on my nipple as I adjusted to the fullness of him poking into my backdoor.
I groaned as I rocked, trying to make it lessen the pain as he held his finger still. His dirty talk had turned me on, and yet I wasn’t saying what he wanted, what he craved. He was a nasty asshole who was well aware of my need to not say things like that, ever.
“I’m not giving you what you crave until you tell me how much this sweet pussy needs to be fucked by me. You feel that, don’t you? That’s your tight cunt begging me to fuck it, but your mouth just isn’t moving, Erie. It wants to be fucked, so tell me what you need from me.”
His mouth lowered, dragging heat over my collarbone as he kissed it. His kisses continued to my neck, slowly driving me crazy as he ravished me like I was something to cherish. I moaned, rocking my hips with wanton invitation, but nothing worked. His finger continued working my ass, and I swallowed a scream of frustration as he moved to my mouth, lowering his forehead against mine to stare into my eyes.
“Woman, you are the most perfect thing this world has ever created,” he uttered as he pushed into my body, only to withdraw just as quickly. “You want that cock, don’t you?”
“If you don’t do it, I will cut it off and use it myself, Mason!” I snapped in frustration, which came out broken with need.
He chuckled as he removed his finger and watched me, his cock pulsing with a need I knew he had to feel. He smiled, revealing dimples while he watched me writhing in need for what only he could give me. His eyes flashed with heat, glowing as he once again pushed into my body and then slowly pulled out.
“Please, please fuck me,” I urged as I pleaded for him to just destroy me.
“Please fuck what?” he asked as his fingers slowly slid down between us. “You can do better than that, Erie. I have heard you pissed off before. I know what that dirty tongue of yours can do.”
“Fuck my pussy,” I whimpered.
“No,” he said as he sat back, staring down at my pussy that was stretched with the tip of his cock in it. He withdrew, using it to slap my flesh repeatedly, each slap of his velvet length, sending me closer to the edge. His other hand slowly pushed against my throat, watching me as I watched him. “Come on; tell me to fuck that naughty cunt, and I’ll let loose on it, I’ll make you scream and take you to heaven.”
“You’re a cunt!” I snapped. My hands fisted in the blankets as I stared up through angry eyes.
“So you can swear,” he laughed darkly, pushing against my throat, taking my air from me as he watched me. He leaned over, capturing my lips as he pushed into my body and rocked his hips. A pulse started in my head, the lack of oxygen burning my lungs as sweat clung to our flesh. I didn’t care if I could breathe; I just needed him to wreck me, to let loose and give me what I needed from him. His hand left my throat as his mouth left my lips, and he pulled out of me, watching me as I wiggled against the thick head of his cock readily.
“Fuck my cunt, you fucking bitch, Mason!” I snapped as a smile that was all teeth spread over his mouth.
“Bitch?” he inquired. “I assure you, there isn’t an inch of me that resembles that statement, which I’m about to show you. You were a good girl though, so this one is for following directions.”
He pushed into me as he leaned over, bracing himself on his hands against the bed as he started to move slowly. He watched me, staring down into my eyes as he began pounding into my flesh. I exploded, calling out his name as the orgasm took control, and everything else faded away. I was screaming, crying, and giving him everything back until he tensed above me, uttering my name while he exploded, drenching me with his cum as it spurted into my needy core.
Callaghan laughed huskily as he rested his head against my chest, flicking my hardened nipple with his tongue while the orgasm continued to send tremors through my body. I wrapped my arms around him, wondering why I’d been so oblivious to the pleasure of the flesh when a pinch ignited in my stomach. I pushed him back, staring down to where a needle protruded. I pulled it out, staring at the empty syringe as he watched me.
“What did you do to me?” I whimpered as I stare up at him.
“Someone has to protect you, even if it is from yourself,” he uttered.
I pushed him over, staring at him as I struggled against the betrayal I felt. Schooling my features and my reaction, I let my fingers trace over his abs as he watched them. My head lowered, kissing his stomach as it tensed against the innocent touches.
“And you think I need your protection? That I can’t protect myself?” I whispered, hiding the anger that tightened in my throat.
“Erie,” he warned gently.
“I earned it,” I whispered. My fingers wrapped around his thick cock, watching his eyes as he watched me back with suspicion. “Relax, it’s the only thing about you that I actually like,” I uttered as I bent down, tasting the thick head as he grabbed my hair.
“There’re some things that not even I will forgive, woman,” he warned.
I pushed the thickness into my mouth, stretching my jaw as a hiss exploded from his lungs. He sat back, pushing my hair from my face as I tried to take more of him into my mouth. The man had an ungodly huge cock. I lifted up, pushing it deeper into my mouth as I went down, working my hand as I hollowed out my lips, watching him. I lifted, kissing the side of his cock as he closed his eyes against what I was doing.
“Ride me, Erie. I need to be buried inside of your sweetness,” he growled as I continued. I moaned as my eyes moved to the syringe, and my teeth scraped against the delicate flesh of his cock.
“Callaghan,” I whispered as I watched him open his eyes and smile down at me as I cradled his cock between my lips.
“Erie?” he chuckled huskily.
“Don’t ever touch me again,” I growled as I bit into his cock, watching as his eyes widened, even as his hand reached for my hair, yanking it painfully as he fought the hold I held on his cock. Blood pooled from the wound, filling my mouth as I held on to it, even as he slammed his hands against my head to dislodge me. I held on, ripping tissue as I screamed with anger at what he’d done.
“Erie, stop, you fucking crazy bitch!” he demanded, and I did, backing up as he covered his mutilated cock. I smiled, letting the blood drip from my chin as I watched him bleeding out on the bed where I’d just given him a piece of my fucking soul, and he’d taken so much more than I’d given him permission to take. “Fucking bitch, I was trying to help you!”
“I am not the one who fucked me over. You are. I gave you a piece of me, and you repay me by betraying me. I knew I couldn’t trust you. I guess I just needed to be reminded of it.”
I sat back against the wall as tears streamed down my face, watching as he moved around, grabbing the blanket to stall the blood that soaked the bed.
“You won’t like me when I come back, Erie.”
“I don’t like you now. You’re just like everyone else. You use me, and the moment I lower my guard and think you might be different, you prove me wrong. It’s what happens w
hen you let people into your life. You let them in, and they destroy you. They destroy everything you allow them to touch until there is nothing left, and then when you’re at your weakest, they send you to despair, where you have to crawl through hell to get out.”
Chapter 21
I paced mindlessly outside of the lab where Eliran was running a test on the remaining serum in the syringe used to inject me. I hadn’t washed my face off as I had bolted from the room, running blindly through the hallway before I’d climbed through the vents, rushing to the roof where no Templar had been stationed.
“You look like you tore something apart with your teeth,” Zahruk growled, sapphire eyes lowered to my lips as the others stood around, staring at me. “I’m guessing there’s a dead Templar somewhere?” He watched me, frowning when I didn’t reply. “At least tell us how you did it this time,” he urged.
“I bit his dick off,” I whispered.
He laughed until his mouth dropped open and he stepped backward, putting distance between us. The others made strange noises and stared at me. I turned to look at him as he took in the bruises that covered the side of my face where Callaghan had fought me off. Not that I blamed him, I had been biting his cock off.
“Gods, Erie, there’s some shit you just don’t do to a man.” Zahruk’s hand scrubbed down his face as the others around us agreed. “Tell me he earned it.”
“Erie, I have the results of the substance in the syringe,” Eliran said as he walked over to me, his eyes surveying the damage to my face.
“Fertility drugs?” I asked.
“No, it’s a suppressant. A way to make magic inactive, if you will,” he explained. “The strange part is that it has an enhancer in it as well. I’d say it was meant to protect whoever had been the intended target or patient. There wasn’t enough to run more tests, but I did run it for fertility drugs, and there weren’t any in it. I can check your blood again if you’d like me to. See what the drug is doing in your system if, by chance, you were the one injected.”
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