through her fast. She came in hard, wet waves, the vision of Alpha Lyonis coming inside her floating through her mind.
The release was over too quickly and left her feeling even emptier than she had before.
Her nipples hurt, her breasts felt tight like twisted leather, and her sex kept pulsing and pounding like a techno beat.
“I wonder what you were thinking of, Willow. Did you picture some man bending you
over and taking your body?” Willow shot to her feet and came face to face with Alpha Lyonis Keelan. “Or perhaps laying between your legs and taking you close and dear while staring into your fiery eyes?”
The one man she wasn’t supposed to let close to her no matter what was a mere ten feet away. He’d seen everything.
“No, no, not for you. Not for my Willow. You’re too strong for that, aren’t you? Too proud to let some man use your body for pleasure. No, you would think about him pleasing you.
Did you imagine your dream boy tasting your nipples, cupping your breasts? No? Ah, I see. You saw him tasting your wet pussy, licking you until you screamed. And then what, pretty Willow?
Did you reciprocate and come thinking about him spilling between your sweet lips? Again no. I underestimate you. Your looks speak everything. Did you ride him in your dream?”
Willow’s jaw flexed hard and she glared burning daggers of hate at him. How could he even guess so much? How could he read her so easily?
“You did, didn’t you?” His eyes traveled down over her legs and hips in admiration.
“You are strong. I could easily see your muscles pumping and working as you took his body. Did you let your dream man come or did you just use him? Did you let him touch your soft body or did you control that too?” Burning heat rushed to her cheeks. Hearing him talk about it was worse than the fact that he saw her touching herself.
“Fuck you,” she snarled. He took several steps towards her, arousal and something else flickering in his eyes. She took as many steps back and he stopped following, a sardonic grin playing at the corner of his mouth. A kissable mouth, lips neither too thin nor too full but somewhere perfectly in between. One dimple popped in his cheek. She glared harder.
“Tell me pretty Willow, does your dream boy have a name, a face? Do you have some
little human waiting for you back home?”
Willow’s pulse stammered at his words. She didn’t know what shocked her more, the
jealousy that clouded his words, that he thought she had a boyfriend, or that he thought she was pretty. Well why shouldn’t she have a boyfriend?
She squared her shoulders at him, lifting her chin another inch. The fact was guys
practically went running in the other direction when they saw her. Or at the first glint of anger or even her laughter, which her sisters had dubbed “evil doctor laughter.” The guys always went running to much sweeter, softer women. Women like her sisters.
Not that he needed to know any of that. “As a matter of fact, I do and yes I was thinking about him.” She took a step back from him, ready to hightail it out of there, when her foot caught on something and she went falling back in the air.
Her stomach sunk like she was falling through the ground and it happened so fast that her mind had trouble processing it. He moved in a blur, catching the strap of her backpack at her shoulder and pulling her into him. He immediately wrapped his arms around her back, covering her in his heat, his scent. Her sex wept and cried yes!
“As of right now he’s no more. Touch him and I’ll rip his throat out. Do you understand me?” His words were harsh with anger, unlike the smooth charm he usually sported. She found herself nodding though it was the opposite reaction she should have. His hands were creating havoc over her body, rubbing in circles across her lower back, the round curve of her ass. “You are mine now, Willow. I’ve enjoyed chasing you down. It’s been a lot of fun. The animal inside me loves to play, but now the animal and I want something else. I smelled your desire from miles away. It’s...intoxicating.” He cupped her ass in his hands and brought her flush against his arousal. Willow’s gasp turned into a moan as he began lifting, rubbing her across his rigid cock, pushing against her swollen bud.
“No.” She shook her head in denial. He was breathing unsteadily, the sound delicious to her ears. He leaned down as if to kiss her, but she quickly turned her head away. He chuckled, his mouth finding the hot, sweaty skin of her neck. He licked at her like a cat. Playful little nips.
“You need me. I know about the new moon and what it does to you. I will have you on this night. Consider it a reward for catching you.” His teeth caught on her ear and tugged.
Pleasure shot hot and wild inside her, made breathing difficult.
But anger exploded inside her, too. She wrapped her foot around his ankle and pushed at his chest with everything she had. He let out a curse as he went falling backwards. He glared at her, his hands, for the briefest of seconds, catching onto her backpack straps as if he’d take her with him. But then he let go fell back to the ground.
Willow didn’t waste any time and took off into the forest using the trees as cover.
A second later, she heard a terrifying sound.
Arrrrrrruuuuuuu.
The howl of a wolf.
Then the soft pounding of steps coming after her.
Chapter Twelve
Stupid, stupid vampire.
Chloe stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel turban-style in her hair then pulled on some clothes. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was still entirely too early for her to be up. If the sun wasn’t up then she shouldn’t be either.
What was wrong with him anyways? She touched his back tattoo, scar, thing, and then he runs away in a huff. No, not a huff, more like a cold puff of smoke. Jerk. Well she knew just what she was going to do about that.
From the first day she arrived in Castle Death, he’d warned her not to go here or there or do this or that.
“Blah!” she said to the empty room. She pulled on a pair of jeans, a black turtleneck, and some sneakers. Why wasn’t she surprised he’d gotten her everything in black.
“You think you can just tell me where I can and can’t go? Well, you’re wrong, vamp
man.”
She stopped at the door and sighed, a frown pulling at her mouth. Her heart throbbed with pain. She tried to think of how Willow would be—strong, tough, hard as nails. Or even Lily, ridiculously cute and sweet until she got what she wanted. Really she just found herself sitting somewhere neutrally in the middle. There was no doubting what she felt though. It’d hurt when he left. It’d hurt more that he hadn’t come back all night to explain himself.
Well, the rebel in her was ready to play. Was it immature—totally. Stupid, probably.
Awesome, absolutely.
She quietly snuck out of her room and closed the door behind her. The hallway was
empty as she tiptoed down it. She checked each corridor before sidling down the left hall. It took a lot longer than it would have if she’d just walked like a normal person, but when she reached the “Forbidden Wing” unnoticed she mentally high-fived herself.
The “Forbidden Wing” as she aptly named it began with a winding stone staircase that although wasn’t lit by torches was lit by cone-shape lights resembling torches. She wondered if whoever decorated the place either had an awesome sense of humor or meant this to be a serious throwback to the middle ages.
As she started up the stairs, she sighed with relief that stone didn’t creak under her feet.
She moved silently to the top stair, her heart beating loudly in her ears. The idea of being caught usually scared her, but she was mad dammit. Besides, if he really thought to be her Protector then he was about to learn a lesson: don’t tell a succubus what to do. And don’t tell her where she can’t go.