Playing with Monsters (33 page)

Chapter Forty

The sun had just set when I saw the Fae disappear and decided it was the perfect chance to get to Lucian’s house without giving them any opportunity to ask me any questions or offer more help.

As I got closer, I noted his house no longer showed any sign of the violent sex-fest Lucian and I had that tore apart much of the lower level of his home; it was as if magical fairies had fixed it, which realistically could be the case. I knocked once and waited; when there was no answer, I knocked again.

When he finally opened his door, I paused; words got lost as I took in his naked chest and sleepy gaze. His hair was tousled, and his jeans hung low on his sexy hips. That pesky happy trail made words near impossible to form.

“Can we talk?” I babbled after forcefully removing my eyes from his sleek muscles and seductive body. The man was made by the Gods, he had to be. He was sex incarnate, and it was the only thing my body seemed to crave when he was near.

“You sure you don’t want to use that mouth to do something else?” His voice was a sexy rumble, and his hand slowly moved down his chest to where his cock was hardening. Obviously his body craved mine as much as mine craved his.

“Lucian,” I whispered as a blush colored my cheeks and my eyes grew hooded from the lust that hit me like a Mack truck. “We really need to talk.”

I couldn’t think around him, but I had to be honest with him. He wasn’t going to be happy when I told him the truth, considering how pissed off he’d been when he’d thought I had tried to steal his sperm. I chewed my bottom lip as I considered the best way to inform him that I may or may not be carrying his child.

I felt like a thief, and the mere idea was making me sick. He deserved my honesty, and I needed a few answers of my own. Like had he slept with Elaine when she’d left his house before I’d shown up and Lucian and I wrecked it? Had he known that we had an audience when we had sex at his club?

“We can talk after we fuck,” he said, already pulling me inside the entryway.

“I didn’t come here to fuck…” I paused as I entered his house to find Layton and Bane seated at the table with their phones in their hands.

“Aw shit, should we make popcorn, or save the china?” Layton asked with a cocky grin as he took in the soft blue summer dress I’d worn, and my bare feet. “Come on baby, let’s see you lose that inhibition again, last time was fucking hot. What do you think we should call the video, Bane? Witches Gone Wild?”

“Leave us,” Lucian said, his eyes commanding obedience from the two. He held his hand out for me when they were slow to do as he’d demanded. “Come,” he ordered, the single word holding more meaning than it should have.

I hesitantly placed my hand in his as he led me up the stairs and away from the curious eyes of his men. Once we were inside his room, all thoughts of talking disappeared and I had to seriously focus to make myself get the words out.

“The pill didn’t work, Lucian,” I stammered, “I found out that the spell the coven casts during the Harvest doesn’t just make our sex drive go into overdrive. It also makes anything we do to prevent pregnancy useless. I didn’t know they did that. I honestly just wanted you, to be with you,” I whispered as he released my hand and turned to face me.

“You came here to tell me you could be pregnant with my child?” he asked. His posture had changed to a guarded look that made my stomach sink. “Is that what you’re telling me?” he continued softly.

“I’m telling you it could be a possibility. You deserve to know; I owe you that much. My mother and grandmother explained it to me today.”

He nodded but he didn’t seem worried in the least that I could be carrying his child. I started to say something but he stopped me with a jerk of his head and a sexy grin that made the butterflies in my belly swirl and take flight.

“I’m not an idiot, Lena,” he said after a moment of awkward silence had passed. “You don’t have to be worried about being pregnant with my child, though; I can’t have them.”

“But in the club…”

“If you’d known I couldn’t make pretty little babies, would it have changed your mind about coming to me?” he asked.

“No,” I mumbled. “I told you when I first met you that I don’t want children,” I replied carefully. “I wanted to be with you since the moment you kissed me outside the main house. I don’t understand; at the club you were angry at me. You accused me of stealing your sperm.”

“I accused you of trying to,” he amended. “The coven had been pushing for me to attend the Harvest because of my bloodline; I wouldn’t put it past some of those elders to send someone to accomplish their end goal. I made it painstakingly clear that I wanted nothing to do with the Harvest. Yet you came into your powers in my bed, so you can see where I’m justified in assuming they knew where you were.”

“You called me a liar outside my door after you were fully aware that I hadn’t lied to you.”

“I wanted inside your house; it pissed you off enough that you opened the door, didn’t it?” he smiled.

“Did you fuck Elaine before I, uh, showed up and destroyed your house?” I asked hesitantly.

“No, she tried to take advantage of us being apart to slither her way back into my bed. I was kicking her out of my house when you saw us together.”

“At the club, were you aware of us being watched?” I accused, feeling the anger all over again that came from being humiliated.

“No, I was too busy to care. I had no idea she turned the glass, nor do I care if they watched me claim what is mine. I couldn’t give a fuck if they watched me tear apart your sweet flesh and make it mine. I don’t give a fuck if you care, because everyone in that crowd now knows you are mine. I’m not embarrassed about what we did, are you?”

“No,” I responded honestly. “Still, I would have been a lot happier if that first time would have been private. If I wanted them to watch me get fucked, I’d have requested it.”

“Good to know,” he smiled as he looked down to where my breasts were heaving with my effort to expel the questions that had eaten away at me. “Miss me?” he asked, his hands slipping around my waist as he pulled me closer to his massive body, and the erection that was now proudly tenting his jeans. When I didn’t answer him, he growled. “I asked a question, I expect an answer,” he demanded.

“Yes,” I answered and moaned as I felt his hard cock press against my belly.

“Good, because I’ve barely been able to think of anything other than getting you back into my bed ever since you left it,” he growled as he pulled at the ties of my dress’s shoulder straps. “Are you ready to give me control, Magdalena? Submit to me,” he whispered as he lowered his mouth to kiss my naked shoulder.

His hands pulled on the dress, until it pooled on the ground at my feet. He stepped away from me and I had to fight the urge to move closer to him. The thin silky panties I wore were sheer, and did little to hide how wet he’d already made me.

“I asked you a question,” he whispered as he began to slip from his jeans, exposing that he was once again commando, and his massive cock was hard and ready to give me what we both knew I needed.

“Yes,” I replied, and waited to see what he would do with my answer.

“Get on the bed, and touch yourself for me,” he ordered, and I hesitated, which earned me a swat on my ass that pulled a hiss from my lungs. “Do as I told you or you will be punished for disobedience, little witch.”

I silently moved to the bed and crawled onto it, resting on the stack of pillows as I allowed my legs to bend at the knees while I slipped my hand into my panties. He smiled and made a tsking sound with his tongue.

“Get rid of the panties; I want to see your flesh as you finger it for me,” he ordered, and I absently followed his command. Once I’d pulled them off, I tossed them at him and watched as he caught them and smiled victoriously. “Relax, and show me how you’ve pleasured yourself in my absence,” he ordered. He’d only been gone a few days, or so I’d thought. It was hard to know since I’d been hiding in the cottage, but I hadn’t missed the fact that he hadn’t come to my bed. I had found plenty of release by my own hand, and somehow, he knew it.

I once again let my knees fall apart, giving him a seductive view of my glistening flesh. Just the thought of fucking him made me wet with need. I rubbed my fingers gently over my clitoris and rocked my hips to create friction. He ignored it, which caused me to hesitate as he gave me his back as he moved towards the other side of the room.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he rumbled, and I started to rub my clit again as I watched him open the door to his closet and disappear into it. When he reemerged, he was carrying a black box, larger than a shoe box, but it piqued my curiosity as he set it on the bed and retrieved a chair. He didn’t touch the box again as he sat before the bed, watching my leisurely exploration of my pussy.  “Good girl,” he crooned as I slipped a finger inside and pulled it out slowly.

“I need you,” I replied, watching as he stood up and sat on the bed as he pulled the box closer.

“Not yet,” he replied as he leaned over and moved my hand away from my pussy as his tongue slipped out to clean the mess I’d made. “First, you are going to learn a few things. Like how it feels to be filled,” he said hoarsely. He pulled out a little jeweled plug and smiled when I shivered. “I want you to turn over onto your stomach, stick your ass in the air, and spread your legs for me; show me what’s mine, little one.”

I did as he said, as I had a pretty good idea of what he planned to do to me. I moaned as he pushed the shiny plug into my pussy, using it to fuck me gently as he kissed the inside of my thighs. His mouth slowly moved to my naked flesh as he sank the jeweled plug deep into my pussy.

“Such a greedy pussy; it begs to be fucked, doesn’t it?” he growled as his tongue licked a pattern around the plug as he held me open for his slow seduction.

“I need your cock, now,” I growled in response and cried out as his hand slapped my naked ass, creating a deep burn as his other worked the plug.

“My rules, Lena, and I have no plans of letting you come anytime soon,” he replied as he pulled out the plug and pressed it against my ass. “Relax, or this will hurt,” he ordered.

It was easier said than done, and we both knew it. I felt it press against my ass, even as he pushed at the entrance. It was uncharted territory and the more he pushed, the more it burned. It didn’t deter him, nor did my groans of pain as he pushed it all the way inside. I whimpered as it filled my ass, burning with a foreign sensation that bordered on pain and pleasure.

“Good girl,” he crooned as he stepped back, taking in the sight of my ass filled with his jewel-tipped plug.

I wasn’t sure I liked it, or if it was because it felt wrong allowing him to touch me there. It was something I’d never even considered doing until now. I was still on my knees with my ass presented to him when he moved closer, using his fingers to fill my pussy. The combination was heady and explosive.  I moaned as he filled my core with two fingers as he pushed against the plug.

“You’re already so close to coming, aren’t you, Lena?” he asked, and I noted that he was using my name, a lot. It probably had something to do with taking control over me.

“It hurts,” I whispered as he pulled the plug out halfway and pushed it back inside.

“Imagine how it’s going to feel when I fuck it for the first time?” he whispered, and pushed it back inside. He turned me over onto my back and pushed my legs apart. “I need you wet enough to fit me as well as the plug inside this tight body. I find that you make me lose control, something that shouldn’t happen in
my
bedroom,” he growled as he pulled out a pink silicone dildo, which was smaller than his own cock. “You like?” he asked, noting the color and smiling as he slapped it against my pussy. “It’s the color of your flesh after I’ve fucked it. I saw it in the club’s warehouse and had a bit of trouble thinking of anything besides pushing it inside your pretty pink pussy.”

I moaned as he pushed it against my pussy and slipped it inside barely more than an inch. I felt unnaturally full, and ached for him to remove the other. He leaned over, licking and sucking on my nipple and allowing his teeth to graze the raised peak as he pushed the dildo inside me until I was full.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I tried to lift myself up, only to be pushed down hard as he began to move it inside of me. He was doing it achingly slow, and I rocked my hips to adjust to the fullness.

“That’s it, my sweet girl, fuck it for me,” he growled as he claimed my lips hungrily. His kiss consumed the pain the fullness created, turning it to pleasure as he used his toys to fuck me. When his mouth pulled away from mine, it lowered to my belly, kissing the sensitive flesh as he moved his mouth lower. The dildo started to vibrate and I cried out as my body began to tremble from the impending orgasm that he withheld from me. Every time I got too close to coming, he’d pull it out and watch me as I struggled to claim it for myself.

“Bastard,” I seethed somewhere around the fifth failed orgasm, and he laughed huskily.

“I said I needed it wet, not sated. When you come, Lena, it will be with my cock buried in this sweet flesh. I would have preferred tying you up, putting a ball gag in that sweet mouth, and fucking you while you screamed around it, but you seem to undo me before I am ready. I find myself out of control, and in need of you before I should. This greedy little pussy needs to come, doesn’t it?” he asked as he withdrew the dildo and shifted himself between my legs, rubbing and teasing his massive cock against my opening.

“So fucking wet,” he growled as he pushed the large head of his cock inside and pulled it back out. “Beg for it,” he demanded and I threw pride out the window, doing just as he’d ordered. I was on fire, and he was the one thing that could soothe the ache he’d created. “Good girl,” he crooned, and I almost lost it as I convulsed with just his words.

He pushed inside of me and I moaned at the fullness, and the pain that rocked my body at being so full. I watched the pain on his face as he tried to force his massive cock into my wetness, but as much as he tried, he wouldn’t fit with the jeweled plug in me at the same time. I could hear him grind his teeth as he struggled to push even more inside. Sweat beaded at the back of my neck as he lifted my legs and secured them around his hips, finding another inch buried in my tightness.

“Bloody hell, Lena, so fucking tight,” he whispered breathlessly as he rocked his hips and found a tempo that allowed him to gradually fill me with the full length of him. I was crying out, screaming his name as my fingers scratched down his back as pain and pleasure fought to take precedence. It was painful to be this full, and yet I didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to remove the toy, either. I liked being dirty with him, being his sexy little plaything behind his bedroom door. He undid me, made me want things I never would have thought possible.

“Move,” I begged as he tried to allow me time to adjust to the sheer magnitude of being fully filled this way. “Move, you bastard,” I pleaded, and felt him trying to remove the plug. “No! Please, just move, make me yours, Lucian.”

“You undo me,” he whispered as his mouth found mine, even as he began to move inside of me.

I climaxed without warning, shattering to the stars as a kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind my eyelashes. The extra lubricant gave him more to work with and he attacked me with vigor, pushing my legs up as my head thrashed from side to side as sweat beaded at the back of my neck.

“So fucking beautiful,” he crooned as he looked to where our bodies were joined, and then without warning, he pulled out and removed the plug as he lay beside me, turning me onto my side as he entered my pussy again. “I just want you, nothing else this time, little one. Just you and your sweet noises as I fuck you,” he whispered against my neck as he lifted my leg and filled me full of his cock.

His arms wrapped around me as he took me slowly, moving us around the bed into intimate positions that forced us to be slow and close. After a while, he pulled me on top of himself, and watched me come undone. He smiled and pinched my nipples hard. He came with me as I cried out his name; the combined orgasms rocked us until we were nothing but a mess of limbs tangled together, and then, we slept from the exertion of multiple releases.

Throughout the night he would wake and begin his sexual conquest of me again. It wasn’t until the predawn hours slipped by that I came to the conclusion that getting any real sleep with him near wasn’t an option. It was impossible because it wasn’t just him waking me up for more; it was me waking him up to give me more. Together we were insatiable, driven by a need to get closer even though there was no possible way to accomplish it. This man was burrowing deep beneath my skin.