Fourteen
Darian – Novam 15
I can feel her body brace as I run my tongue over my teeth. Her taste mixed with her poisoned blood I know is going to become an addiction. I’ve never tasted blue belladon before, but now I know why people have died simply for wanting just a taste.
?The aftershocks of her orgasm I can feel with my hand still over her stomach. The slight twitches even though she doesn’t seem to register them. Her hand in my hair is gripped tight around the strands and her other wrapped around my wrist has her nails embedded again.
?“Breathe, Trouble. Remember to breathe,” I instruct and this time she listens.
?Her first inhale choked, but it’s an inhale nonetheless and then she exhales it. Shakey and chopped, but she breathes in andout. The agony written on her face making me want to falter for a moment but she needs this.
?Keeping my eyes on her, I stick and flatten my tongue out again before swiping it through her folds. I may not need to drink blood, but I’d drink her all day just like this if she’d let me. Her hips don’t twitch this time so I give her a minute to readjust and keep breathing.
?It might be sick, doing what my father’s twin did to her, but she was the one to approach me. She was the one to ask me to help her. Eventually we’ll weave out the sexual acts so she can stand the pain on her own, but for now it works.
?My father had told me everything his brother did to her when he found out she was attending the school. He doesn’t know why a vampire tried turning her or why the Mage Board wanted her here, but he wanted to try righting the wrongs of his brother. That started with figuring out where she had been staying, and I gave the information to Callahan knowing he’d get the succubus and witch out here.
?We didn’t plan for her to stay, though. I figured she would be gone, back at her home with her makeshift family, but I’m not complaining. Not as I swipe my tongue through her again and this time I can feel the slight shudder from her.
?I want all of her. I want her magic free, claiming as it had been last night when she was trying to make a point to Castiel. I want her scent marked on every part of my body. I want her spread just like this so I can feast whenever I want.
?I shift my hand and her jaw clenches tighter as her chest heaves. Her perky little breasts just enough for each of my hands raising up and down with the action. Wrapping my lips around her clit again, I flick my tongue hard making her expressionfaulter from complete agony to slight pleasure. Then I suck and I can feel the tremors from her muscles beneath my hand.
?I’m going to make her come again and again until she can’t feel the pain anymore.
?I’m going to pleasure her with my body until she completely forgets about that fucking devil and what he did to her.
. . .
Her eyes flutter close as I pull the blanket over and let her sleep. She did good today. We’ll do more tomorrow. Despite how furious the guys will be, I don’t care. She could have said no or backed out herself. For now I will listen if she says no. We’ll be discussing safe words and hard no’s later.
?I let her sleep and return back to my office space. When I enter the room there’s another presence already here. My office chair with the back facing me and a glass already full of dark liquid that I did not pour.
?When he turns in the chair, icy eyes the same as mine greet me.
?“The Dean won’t be happy about you in the school without his notice.”
?My father ignores my lip and gets straight to the point – as always.
?“Have you seen her soul?”
?I go over to my bar cart and pour myself a glass of what he took upon himself to have. Taking a sip, it only lightly burns down my throat.
?Turning to face him, I lean against the sturdy cart and finally answer him.
?“I have.” He raises a brow that I’m tempted to roll my eyes like Trouble would have.
?He shakes his head at me and my uncooperativeness. Not that he’s truly irritated or annoyed. My father, a devil with all the natures of one, is an anomaly with his character. The worst he’s ever done is just barely raise his voice at me. Even when I crashed my motorcycle into the living room at home when I was sixteen.
?“I don’t think she knows,” I offer. He picks up his drink and takes a sip.
?“Does she know you’re fated?”
?I glance over at the doorway that leads to where she’s peacefully sleeping. Her eyes always staring right at mine whenever she gets the chance.
?“I’m sure she can feel all the ties within her. She just cannot see my soul.”
?My father deflates in my chair and I almost feel bad about bringing that up.
