If She's Wicked

by Amelia Hutchins

  My eyes closed as his finger slid over my ass, and his knuckle slid through the slick mess of longing that I couldn’t hide. I expelled a cry as he continued to rub against it, slipping those lethal claws precariously close to the delicate flesh of my pussy. His heated breath followed the path his fingers had taken until it warmed my flesh, pushing his tongue against my opening.

  “My dirty little girl,” he growled as his tongue pushed into my body and a shock of pleasure ripped through me.

  I screamed as he laughed darkly, using his tongue inside of me as it curled and touched places no tongue should ever be able to reach. It swelled, filling me until I moaned as my body trembled around him. Noises filled the room, his and mine, as his tongue fucked my body, and I let him. I exploded without warning, and he made a noise as if he’d tasted the most exquisite delicacy created by a five Michelin-star chef. He didn’t stop, his hand slid up my spine, gripping my hair as he pulled my pussy back into his face and continued fucking me until I was sobbing while the most terrifyingly beautiful orgasm ripped me apart.

  “So fucking pink and delicate,” he growled as he withdrew his mouth from my pussy and pushed something too large to fit against my opening, and into me. Whimpering, I pulled away as fear slithered up my spine. “Oh, sweet girl, you will fit me. This cunt was built to house me, and we will fit together perfectly,” he warned. He pushed my head back down against the counter and his other hand lifted my hips to rest on the cold marble. He rubbed against my flesh, his wings cooling my skin as the air around us was displaced by their movement. “So soft, so fucking wet for me,” he laughed, pushing into my body. My throat opened, and I screamed at his sheer size, pain consuming me as he stretched my body beyond its limits.

  I shook so hard that my teeth chattered as his magic opened me further. His hand pushed against my ass as he flooded my body with his cock. I whimpered as my entire body shuddered violently around him, my hands slapping against the counter. It ached, and yet it filled me so completely that I wanted more. I wanted everything, even if he killed me to accomplish it. I wiggled my hips as he gripped them, using them to push deeper into the welcoming wetness of my pussy.

  “More,” I demanded huskily as he snorted his approval of my shamelessness behavior.

  “Such a naughty little cunt,” he growled as he withdrew from my body. “You want me to fuck that sweet little pussy until it purrs for me, you naughty little bitch?” he crooned as he flipped me over, forcing me to stare into the pure evilness that I craved.

  “Yes,” I breathed as my hand slid down, stroking my flesh as the orgasm threatened to take control of my mind. His hand captured mine as he smiled down at me with white, blunt teeth before they extended into fangs, exploding from his gums. That mouth lowered, skimming over one hard nipple as he licked and sucked it into his greedy mouth.

  His cock pushed against the wetness that craved him, but he only fed me an inch as he sucked against my nipple hungrily. I moaned, and I rocked against him, trying to take more than he was giving me.

  “Mine, Erie,” he growled. “You are mine. Allow another to see what belongs to me again, and I will slaughter them all as you watch me,” he growled harshly, slamming into my body without warning, enjoying the scream that ripped from my throat as he filled my body too full. He stretched me, watching me as I screamed and came around his thickness, my body jerking beneath him. “You will never escape me, for you were created for me and me alone, female. You are the queen to my king, and if you ever try me again, I will hold you down and fuck this sweet, tight cunt until you know nothing else. He may let you tempt the others with your sweet flesh, but I will show them exactly who you are and who you belong to,” he snarled as he lifted me, sliding me down further onto his rigid cock, cradling my ass, and moving me away from the counter.

  He knew it was too much, and yet he enjoyed the pain he gave me. He watched my mouth open and close, body trembling uncontrollably as he held me impaled on his inhuman cock. He grew still, testing my limits as those glowing, otherworldly eyes watched me come undone brutally around him. He lifted me slowly, staring down at where he stretched my flesh to extreme, painful levels, and then his gaze drifted to mine, holding it as he slammed me back down hard, punishingly. “You come so fucking readily for me, so fucking pink and sweet. I could drink that cunt for hours, fucking it until it was nothing but soreness. Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck that delicate flesh until it aches with pain? Answer me, woman.”

  “What are you?” I demanded hoarsely as another orgasm threatened to take away my ability to think.

  “I’m your husband, the monster for which you were created,” he laughed huskily as he lifted me from his cock. I whimpered from the loss of his heat as I was placed on my feet. He smiled as I backed up, finally able to think without him pushing me over the edge of sanity with red-hot need, allowing him to consume me. He stalked me as I walked backward, my eyes never leaving his as my bare feet moved over the tiled floor. “I am the protector of the sacred races of Ireland, but more than that, I am your husband first and foremost. You reek of fear, sweet girl. Did you really think that you were created to belong to him? He is only a part of this body, the part that was needed for you to accept me in your new one,” he laughed cruelly.

  My legs hit the edge of the bed, and then his hand lifted, pushing me back until I tumbled to the bed. Those glowing eyes slid over my flesh, leaving a searing trail where he took me in, drinking up the sight of my breakability.

  “Do I scare you, woman?” he asked as he watched me through ancient eyes.

  “Yes,” I uttered thickly, swallowing past the lump growing in my throat.

  “Good,” he smiled as he continued to watch me. “Get on your knees, because I plan to fuck you until you beg me to come, and if you’re a good girl, I won’t hurt that sweet, tight cunt that clenches around me so nicely—well, not too much.”

  “I won’t beg you for anything,” I whispered. I watched him narrow his eyes as I scooted further onto the bed, unable to look away from his terrifying beauty.

  “Oh, my sweet girl, you will beg me for everything. I am lust in the rawest form. You know that already, hence the mess that is trailing down your thighs from your need to be fucked. Your body knows me, it remembers me. You will too eventually, sweet girl,” he said as he lay on the bed while I watched him. I sat back on my haunches, waiting for him to make a move. “Give me that wet pussy; I want to fuck it with my mouth as you take my cock into the tightness of your throat.” He reached and grabbed me, not waiting to see if I did as I was bid to do.

  His hands held my hips as I sat awkwardly onto his mouth. He chuckled darkly beneath me and pushed my head down until my lips slid over the thick head of his cock. A moan exploded from my throat as his tongue entered me. Continuing to moan, I licked around him while I tried to figure out what the hell he expected me to do with his inhumanly-sized penis that tasted like heaven as I licked my juices from it.

  My hands wrapped around his cock and I moaned, forcing my jaw to relax as he slowed his tongue and stalled his movements. His cock shrank until it slid into my mouth. I forced him further in, clumsily stroking him with my tongue as his magic swept over me.

  “You’re not mortal, Erie,” he whispered, sitting up and pulling my ass with him while he pushed his cock further down my throat. My hands landed on his thighs as he used my waist to lift and pushed me down, fully controlling my throat as if I was a toy. It felt wrong, as if it shouldn’t work, and yet every time he lifted me, I took more into my throat as he fed it to me. Eventually, he leaned back as if he was showing me what he expected from me. His tongue grew and swelled in my pussy until I was moaning around his cock, which continued to grow as he grunted against my opening. He filled my throat until air couldn’t get through. His throaty laughter was the only sign that he was aware of it. “You have an amazing throat, woman. Now suck it as I fill this tight cunt. Do not come, or you wi
ll not come for hours afterward. I almost want to force you to come, just to watch you suffer as you beg me.”

  My eyes widened as I fought for air, unable to get it into my lungs as he continually adjusted his size while his mouth fucked me. One minute he was too big and all I could do was swallow his massive cock as tears streamed down my face, my eyes watering from the fullness, and the next he’d allow me air as his cock hit against the back of my throat. His tongue filled me as he licked the spot that seemed to be the center of my being until I was crying out around his cock.

  Fighting against the need to come, his magic wasn’t fair; it was torture. He knew what he did, knowing my body couldn’t withstand his magical assault as it tightened around my nipples and clitoris while his hands pulled my hair, pushing and pulling me as he used my mouth to fuck him.

  He laughed as he increased the assault on my cunt and I screamed around his cock, coming undone so violently that all I could do was sob against the thick shaft in my mouth. My body clenched and unclenched, trembling as the beautiful, earth-shattering orgasm ripped me apart while he continued licking, locking me into endless violence of the pleasure he delivered. Once he released me, he drew back, lifting me until I faced him, poised over his cock. My head rolled as I stared down at him.

  “Bad girl, now I have to hurt you.”

  “Please,” I whispered. I leaned over, scratching my nails down his chest as I claimed his mouth. “Fucking destroy me.”

  “My pleasure,” he uttered as he pulled his mouth away, grabbing my hair to force my gaze to his cock that he pushed against my opening. I was dripping with readiness, an endless ball of need that he knew he’d created. “Watch me fuck you,” he ordered, not giving me an option to do anything else. He released my hair, lifting my hips as he grew. My eyes widened and then lifted to his as fear entered my mind. “Eyes on that needy cunt. You watch me as I stretch it, fucking it until you know who owns this naughty, pretty pink haven,” he purred and smiled harshly, waiting for me to do as he bid. The moment I did, he pushed me down as his hips lifted, and I wailed. My body violently exploded around him, clenching as the orgasm ripped me apart. I screamed while he continued to lift me, driving my body hard as he controlled it, lengthening the orgasm until I felt myself drifting into nothingness. “Unexpected, but fun, wife,” he uttered as his gaze dropped to my stomach. “You will give me a strong child.”

  My eyes closed as his claws slowly retracted, and his finger began to play with my clit, working small patterns into it. “Do you know why Mason watches you so carefully when he is fucking you? So that I can watch you as well, so that I can learn you. When he tastes that naughty flesh, I also taste the sweetness of cunt, which weeps so willingly as I add an inch or take one away to give you exactly what your perfect body craves. I fuck you; I will be the only lover you will ever know. You were created from the cauldron, the symbol of the womb, a magical creation of rebirth and much, much more to those who worshipped it. The Mother Goddess blessed you and your womb, assuring me that it would hold my son within it. You will give me a son, Erie. There is no other choice here.”

  “I’m dying,” I uttered. He continued to keep me on the verge of oblivion as he rolled us on the bed until he was staring down at me, our bodies joined in the most primitive way a man could know a woman. I watched as he rose to his knees on the bed, gazing down at the place where we connected perfectly.

  “No, you will never leave me again,” he hissed gutturally. “You won’t ever die on me again. I ensured it this time,” he laughed darkly, his finger lowering to my clit, working my flesh while he added more inches of his cock until I thrashed my head against the bed, my hands fisting the covers to remain on it through the endless pleasure he fed me. “You’re right where I want you,” he hissed as he increased the pace of his fingers, only stopping to prevent me from falling over the edge. “I know that you feel your tight cunt pulsing, begging me to fuck it. It wants you to beg me; it craves what only I can give it. You want me to lose control and fuck this tight, naughty pussy, don’t you? All you have to do is beg me to fuck you.”

  “Please,” I whimpered as I rocked against his cock, even as he looked down to watch me.

  “You’re so delicate, so pink,” he uttered as his thumb pinched my flesh. “Tell me to fuck this cunt, to fuck this delicate flesh until you know exactly who you belong to.”

  “Fuck me,” I whispered huskily, unwilling to fight him as his magic flooded over my flesh. Sucking against my nipples and clitoris, he smiled coldly, watching me as every inch of me was pleasured by his control. “Please,” I whimpered through chattering teeth.

  “Mine,” he growled. He leaned over, claiming my mouth and started fucking me harder without warning. My body ignited as moisture flooded my core. I was coming undone so violently that everything inside of me was misfiring, and I screamed until I couldn’t scream anymore. I felt him growing, pushing my body to its limits until the orgasm ripped me apart, sending a rainbow of colors dancing in my eyes. He crooned his praise, and all I could do was wrap my legs around him, watching as he fucked my flesh until it was sore and bruised.

  His hands lifted me, pushing me further onto his cock as he took me into his arms, forcing my legs around his waist while his wings curled around my body, creating a cocoon which held me. His mouth claimed mine, quieting the screams that ebbed and flowed as he stroked my body to a brutal need that threatened to consume me, only to allow the release over and over again until I could only be held up by him, unable to so much as move while he took what he needed and more.

  I fell asleep the moment he released me and didn’t wake up for hours. The sun had set behind the mountains when I lifted my head, staring at Callaghan, who watched me where he sat in the shadows of the room. I swallowed hard as I felt the soreness of my body, the rawness between my legs, and the moment he moved, I flinched.

  “Erie, you’re safe.”

  “No, I’m not. He claimed me, I can feel him inside of me,” I whispered as I dropped my head into my hands.

  “He did, you’re his mate. Erie, you’re also my mate,” he mumbled. He sat down on the edge of the bed, dropping his head as he stared at the floor. “Never taunt him with other men. He’s the only thing strong enough to kill another Knight. Those men have stood beside me since the Order was first formed, and even before that when Gods roamed Ireland. Don’t push him; you won’t like his methods compared to mine.”

  Chapter 28

  Callaghan watched me, his hands steepled in front of his lips as he waited for me to speak. I wasn’t sure I could manage words. I’d been bent over the counter, taken by whatever beast he held within him. And I’d wanted it. I’d begged for it, allowing the beast to bring me over into whatever darkness he had carried with him. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, and the only thing that escaped was a moan and more silence. It had wings! Beautiful black wings that had matched its flesh, and yeah, I’d licked and tasted that flesh as I’d thrown inhibition to the wind and let loose on it, giving him everything I was as he fucked me. It had felt familiar, strangely so.

  “You weren’t hurt?” he asked softly as he studied me.

  “Ask that question to my body,” I whispered as a tremor of fear and excitement rushed through me. “What the hell was that, Callaghan?” I demanded more firmly, finding my voice as the fear subsided, replaced by anger.

  “Nothing you need to know about right now,” he said as he turned, looking at me.

  “He was just balls-deep in my vagina, I think I’m on a need to know basis,” I argued. “That creature within you? It just fucked my lungs. I’m pretty sure I’m on a need to know basis with him.”

  “You begged him for more,” he uttered as he inspected me, noting the red marks that his beast had left on my flesh. “I was right there with him, fucking you. There’s no separating us when we’re with you. You are the one thing we agree on, Erie. Don’t leave this room like that ag
ain; I won’t warn you a second time.”

  I watched him rise to his feet as he moved into the closet to grab a shirt. Swallowing hard, I glared at his stiff back. I stood up, taking the sheet with me as I marched towards the closet he’d just disappeared into. I yanked down one of his shirts as he watched me and pulled it over my head.

  “I said you could stay naked,” he growled harshly.

  “And I don’t care, asshole. It’s not enough that you have me locked inside your damn bedroom at your mercy, but now you want to take away everything? When does it end, Callaghan? When will it be enough! When will I have given you and your people enough of me that I can be free?”

  “Never! You will never be free of us, Erie. Ever,” he snapped, and I flinched as he grabbed the shirt and tore it off of me. “You will never leave here, don’t you understand that? You have one fucking job to do; that’s it!”

  I stared at him as his words slapped against my mind like a battering ram. I swayed on my feet as I swallowed the emotions and lifted dead eyes to his. I was nothing to him or his people. I meant nothing to anyone, and I never would.

  “Fine, Master,” I uttered harshly as I walked out of the closet, leaving him in his anger to stew within it alone.

  “I’m not your fucking master,” he hissed.

  “Slaves have to have owners, they refer to them as Master, Master,” I whispered as I lay on the bed, facing away from him.