The Beloved Fire

  “I can give you this.” He released his hand, and a moment of relief rushed through her but not before he slammed two strong fingers up inside of her.

  She cried out, arching into him, pleasure covering the existing pain. He pulled his fingers back out before ramming them in again. His other hand grabbed her chin forcefully bringing her lips to his and she drowned in them. His expert tongue kissed passionately, while ecstasy and pure bliss built up inside her from his fingers deep inside her. She rode him as her breathing picked up and soft moans of pleasure flowed out of her that he swallowed with his delicious tasting mouth.

  Just as fast as it started, and on the edge of losing herself to his pleasure he pulled back, pulling out of her as well and she almost cried out from the loss of touch. She brought her hand up grabbing at the back of his neck, but he remained un-moving, even when she tried to force him down to kiss her. His eyes flashed red as he grabbed up both her wrist in his one hand and slamming them above her head as he held them tight. The bark of the tree cut into her skin, and his hold was painful.

  “Blake.” She breathed out, shaking with need. Why was he teasing her?

  He smiled as he brought up his hand popping his two fingers into his mouth that were just inside her, making a show of slowly pulling them out before he licked his lips. The site burned her hot with need, making her impossibly more wet than before.

  “Bla-“

  “No.” He squeezed tighter on her wrists making her whimper in pain. “You are going to be patient while I take my time with you and when I’m ready and had my fill of you, and only then, with my permission will that sweet tasting cunt of yours explode on my cock.”

  His eyes flashed red and his lustful voice turned rough, fear trickling through, but somehow it only turned her on more. It was almost like she wanted to be dominated and controlled.

  “Nod your head if you agree.”

  She bit her lip in anticipation while trying to control her breathing. She nodded to agree. Pleased with her compliance his eyes turned back to their dark purple as he licked his lips, taking a step back and releasing her. A sigh of relief flew out of her, and she rubbed at the hurt skin on her wrists. He only stared intently at her though not caring that she was hurting.

  “Now. Get undressed.”

  With shaking hands she reached up slowly sliding the fabric off both shoulders, while her heartbeat so hard she was sure he could probably here it. She was finally about to have sex. Biting her lip she glanced up right as the fabric of her dress flittered down her body pooling at her feet. Liquid heat swam in his eyes and she swore the purple held a hint of black. Her nipples pebbled from his intense stare.

  Her breathe caught as he reached up slowly unbuttoning his shirt with sure, unshaking hands. Unlike her he was experienced, and controlled, his movements deliberate and sexy. All meant to draw someone in, and she realized he survived off this. The pleasure, the buildup and rush of sexual pleasure. Would he be disappointed that she was so inexperienced? Her mind continued to freak as she watched him shrug off his shirt. Fuck he was gorgeous. Her thighs pushed together aching for him to come closer. She brought her arms up to cover her chest, feeling awkward and unworthy to be with someone so beautiful.

  “Don’t you fucking dare cover yourself.” Blake growled pushing down his pants, and her arms dropped along with her mouth as she gaped at what stood in front of her. Seeing her reaction he chuckled before she heard him snap his fingers. “Eyes up here sweetheart.”

  “Holy shit.” She muttered looking up into his eyes as he prowled forward. There was no way that was going to fit in her. Her nerves were slowly drying up her lust. Was she really ready for this?

  Blake backed her up slowly until she hit against a tree and he stepped the remaining distance putting their bodies flush. His hard, warm member rested against her lower belly with his, rock hard just pressed softly against hers. The contact of his skin melted her fears once more and she brought her hands up slowly trailing them up his arms stopping to wrap around the back of his neck. He pushed closer to her and her body sang. They fit perfectly together.

  “You want me to kiss you now?” He whispered before nuzzling his nose up along her neck slowly, making her shiver and her eyes close. He planted a soft slow kiss behind her ear making her gasp.

  His lips pulled back. “Are you ready for this?” He asked before trailing a path of kisses along her jaw line, while running his hands through her hair. He reached down adjusting himself to fit his shaft against her entry and she bucked forward rubbing against him. He sucked in a breath feeling her rub against him, and he stilled while she moaned unable to help it and unable to stop. God she didn’t want to stop. She wanted him. He was creating a storm of pleasure in her all from just being against her and she needed more. She needed him inside her.

  “Yes.” She whispered, opening her eyes to stare into his as she reached out grabbing his face, his stubble pricking her soft hands.

  Her agreement turned into a rush of emotions and it was like fire had burst out around them from the heat, and maybe it had, but either way it was Blake. His powers. His demon. His lust for her. His ultimately all-consuming fire that burned her up in lust and she knew he would burn until there was nothing left. He grabbed her jaw, kissing her hard, before grabbing her upper thighs right below her butt and lifting her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist right before he slammed her hard against the tree. She gasped from the bark cutting into her bare shoulders, but the pain was quickly replaced by the immense pleasure of Blake’s skilled tongue.

  Holding her weight with his hips, his hands immediately landed hard squeezing amazingly at both her breasts. “Oh god!” She gasped. Her eyes rolled back. Her head falling against the tree.

  Breaking their kiss, that made her almost cry out from the loss, his lips kissed down hard on her neck and she breathed in through pursed lips, her body trembling hard with need. He treated her not like she wanted but needed. Not like a fragile toy, but like the woman she was.

  “Do it.” She moaned, wanting the feel of him inside her.

  He broke his kiss from her neck. “You ready?” He asked, his voice lustful and half dazed like hers as they both continued to grind against each other.

  “Yes!” She whined; a painful pressure had started to build that she needed him to fix.

  “Thank god.” He moaned and the sound nearly undid her.

  He kissed her deep, then, slammed into her, fast but then held still allowing her body to adjust to his size. A cry flew from her lips. Her eyes opened shockingly. She watched his contorted face portraying what looked like pain and pleasure, his eyes slammed shut, and a grunt escaped his lips. One hand held her up as the other one was on the tree above her. It now showered down broken bark upon them, but she didn’t care. Pain radiated through her, and she whimpered. Lust was still there, and slowly it started to take over the pain but she still felt his fullness. She concentrated on breathing.

  “Shh. Just breathe.” He whispered kissing her wet cheeks. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath not realizing she was crying. “It will get better when I move.”

  She nodded, knowing it was already feeling better. He moved slowly sliding out of her and slowly back in. She thought he was going to be rough but was glad he wasn’t, something must have changed his mind. Every inch of him, pleasure replaced her pain. He continued to shower her with kisses and soon their lips locked and movements were hurried, hard, and bringing them both to a body tightening, earth-shattering feeling that had her scratching his back in ecstasy as she called out his name while he muttered hers like a prayer. A rush of warmth filled her body, before her eyes felt tingly. Blake looked up into her eyes before gasping.

  “You have my eyes.” He said bringing a hand up to touch one of her eyelids. Her eyes closed from his touch and she leaned into his hand. She wasn’t sure what he meant by that but concentrated instead on coming down from the emotional high he had her on.

  After their breathing d
ied down, she reached out wiping the sweat from his forehead kissing him deeply as he brought her back down on shaky legs.

  “Mikayla, fuck.” Blake cussed pulling out of her and she gasped from the lost contact. He stepped back pulling his pants on before running his hands down his face. “That was fucking amazing.”

  She shyly smiled, biting her lip before nodding. She didn’t know what to say. He felt great, he was perfect. Gentle. Loving. Pleasurable. A rush went through her thinking about how good he felt, and she almost felt turned on again. She hadn’t expected it to feel so perfect. He’d been amazing.

  “Oh shit!” Blake said coming over to her and kneeling down.

  She looked down to see a thin trail of blood running down her legs and she quickly slammed her legs shut, her face burning red. She forgot about the whole bleeding part, although, she heard that didn’t really happened to every girl and certainly not this much. She thought anyways. Before she could move away from him or beg him not to look at her, he reassured her.

  “It’s okay.” He said gently prying her legs apart before reaching back for his dress jacket. Without saying a word he cleaned her up before grabbing her dress and helping her to put it on.

  She was stunned by how caring he was of her, for how rough he talked to her originally. Every kiss and touch he continued to give her even after they had sex, felt deeper and more meaningful, and she found herself comfortable in his presence. She wasn’t sure if it was because they had sex, or this connection was always there because they were fated.

  She cleared her throat. “So, what now?”

  “Now we have a backup plan if I can’t get you out. You’re not a virgin so the ritual won’t work even if they try to perform it.”

  She sighed remembering the whole purpose of this plan. “I still feel like this whole thing is a joke.”

  When he frowned, she continued to explain. “I mean, not the sex.” She cleared her throat. Well when she thought of it, it was a little ridiculous she had to break her virginity to be disqualified for some virgin ritual to marry a prince of hell. Although that seemed a little cliché too.

  “Mikayla.” Blake said raising his eyebrows in irritation as he pulled on his shirt.

  “Right. Sorry. I mean, this whole heaven and hell betting over someone’s love life. That seems just…I don’t know, ridiculous and crazy. We’re talking about the beings of the universe stalling the curse of the apocalypse by creating a soap opera.” Her cheeks warmed when he just continued to stare at her while buttoning up his shirt.

  “I get it. I understand it’s crazy. Believe me, when I first heard about all this shit I was surprised as well, but there’s more to it than just that.”

  “Like what?”

  He sighed walking over and sitting down against the tree they just had sex against and motioned her over. She sat feeling a soreness that wasn’t there before.

  “It’s a betting game. Anock told you about James and I fighting to the death, right?”

  “Yeah.” She reached up rubbing at her arms, feeling a chill that wasn’t there before.

  “There wouldn’t be a fight to the death if they hadn’t created you, therefore, there wouldn’t be a reason for them to get together and bet which side will come out with the advantage for the end times.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Exactly, all this shit is so stupid.” She threw up her arms in frustration. “If the balance was thrown off from you and James’ birth and it started the curse, why wouldn’t they just take one of you out to even the balance again?”

  He scoffed. “Because one, our father is the only being in charge of killing immortals and he said no. Two, even if they did kill one of us, or both, the curse was already triggered.”

  She thought on that a bit, still confused. “So if it was started, and this all happened at your birth…” She paused trying to figure out what she was trying to ask. Blake and James didn’t look much older than her, but Anock had spoken as if the meeting for her to be created happened a long time ago meaning Blake and James were way older than they looked. “But wouldn’t that mean the apocalypse would have already happened or would be happening now?” She concluded her question from her thoughts out loud, while he studied her.

  “There’s certain things I can explain to you, and it’s not going to make a lot of sense. I just.” He paused this time and she looked over seeing his frustrated face. His eyes were red as he ran his hand threw his hair. She fought the urge to reach out and touch him.

  “Just know that this isn’t going to be easy. I will stop the ritual one way or another, but even when you get out of purgatory there are going to be other issues have to face.” He cleared his throat before leaning over giving her a slow kiss that curled her toes before pulling back. “I, we, I mean…you’ve been told so many times that this is a game. It’s not as simple as just the best man wins and then whoever you end up with that side wins the apocalypse.”

  “Then tell me. Make me understand.” She said reaching out grabbing his hand, which he squeezed in return.

  “There will be trials in which the Fated will have to participate. There will be all sides trying to interfere and grab you every chance they get, and on top of that there will be my pain in the ass brother trying to twist your mind and take you from me.”

  She scoffed about to tell him that was nothing he had to worry about, but he didn’t let her get a word in. “And Mikayla.” His voicing dropping low.

  “Hmm?” She said looking up into his now shockingly bright green eyes. It was enough for her to almost flinch, but she sat still as he squeezed her hand tighter.

  “Your mine now.” He growled, reaching over grabbing the hair on the back of her head close to her scalp. Not too hard, but hard enough her nipples tightened, and she was flooded with pleasure, right before he pulled her face towards his giving her a slow, deep, agonizing kiss that took her breathe away.

  He pulled back, biting her bottom lip and she opened her eyes, his still green.

  “Forever.”

  16

  Punished

  Mikayla woke up feeling sore and happy. A note was left beside her bed and she leaned over reading the first half,

  Your beauty astounded me last night.

  She broke out in a smile remembering how Blake showered her with kisses before leaving her to a dreamless sleep. Unfolding the paper, her smile dropped, and her face felt hot as she read the rest. Disappointment flooding through her.

  Meet me in our garden when you awake.

  Love, Anock.

  Every morning since she woke up here, the twins were already smiling down on her with beaming faces and coffee in hand. Blake usually present as well but silent and still in the corner on guard. She was surprised looking around to see her room empty. The thought of Blake had her smiling like an idiot, and she wished like crazy he was here to see her.

  Jumping out of bed she headed for her closet wondering what she was supposed to be wearing. She smiled knowing exactly what she was going to put on, comfy clothes.

  Right as she got to her closet door a voice flittered her name through the air.

  “Mikayla.” It whispered again.

  She spun around examining every corner of the room as her muscles tensed. The voice was female. It almost sounded like it was taunting her and it reminded her way to much of the spider demons voice. He heart hammered painfully against her chest at the thought. Could the demon be in her room?

  “Miikaayla.” The hair on the back of her neck raised, as goosebumps covered her arms.

  She rushed to her closet slipping a pair of yoga pants and a tank top on through shaky hands, when the voice came again. It was a laugh this time, quiet like before but it seemed to be coming from the center of her bedroom. Her heart was near cardiac arrest at this point as she turned in a circle walking slowly towards the wicked laugh but couldn’t see anything. Was she just imagining this? Maybe she was having some weird PTSD from her time exploring the mansion and Blake’s powerful cock mentally
fucked her up? She scoffed out loud at her own ridiculously inner thoughts.

  The female voice laughed again, sending another round of chills through her, and that’s when she saw it.

  A rippled clear patch in the center of her room. It almost looked like an invisible doorway. The closer she got to it, a reflection of herself started to grow. It was like looking in a mirror, only the reflection of herself rippled.

  “Mikayla? Is that you?” Her reflection asked, tilting its head to the side and squinting. When the females laugh rang through the room again, only louder, this time it was too much. She backed away ready to turn and bolt from the room. One hundred percent freaked out.

  “BLAKE!” Mikayla yelled, she was afraid to turn her back on the weird reflective doorway and the sinister laugh that wouldn’t stop. She was frozen in fear. She didn’t know where Blake, or the twins were, but she called out in hopes they would hear.

  The sound of her door busting open came a second later.

  “Mikayla hurry save me!” The reflection was now frantic looking between her and Blake who she looked back to see running towards her.

  “How?” Mikayla said, although she wanted nothing more than to get out of her room, she felt a trance like feeling suddenly come over herself, and from it, the undeniable urge to help the reflection.

  “Touch the doorway. Quick, before she gets me.” More sinister laughing rang above them, and the reflection turned away from Mikayla looking behind her like something was coming to get her before turning back to Mikayla hyperventilating.

  “PLEASE!” The reflections pleaded.

  Mikayla was only an arm length away, and it was herself, she needed to help her.

  “Mikayla! Don’t it’s a trick!” Blake yelled running towards her.

  Words rang through Mikayla’s head. It was her reflection speaking to her, even though her reflection held a flat face and stared ahead. “Who do you trust more? Yourself, or him?”

  Her reflection was right, she needed to help herself. Mikayla stepped forward feeling the overwhelming need to go to her.