Part 5 (1/2)

I stood up again, my hands fisted at my sides, frustrated with my own nervous reaction to him.

”I need to put my scent on you Synthia,” his evil little smirk came back.

”Excuse me? Is that some lame-a.s.s Fae joke?” I cringed.

”My club is invitation only,” he said, as if I didn't already know that, everyone knew that.

”And?”

”And you are either owned...or food, so if you want to take your chances and come in as a free agent, be my guest. But those who come in unclaimed are unprotected.”

”Which means?” I asked already twirling the implications of that inside my over active mind.

”Which means, if another Fae claimed you...he could make you his b.i.t.c.h,” his voice had lowered on the last word.

”And if I allow you to claim me...then I'm your b.i.t.c.h?” I wasn't doing this, I hated the Fae. They used humans as food and while a lot of other creatures did as well, his kind could leave a sh.e.l.l behind of whomever they f.u.c.ked.

”You work for me Synthia, you are already my...b.i.t.c.h,” he replied coldly, deadly, chills ran over my skin and my heart sunk to meet my toes on the dirt that I stood upon.

”I. Am. Not. You're. Any-f.u.c.king-Thing!”

”You will be,” he said with an air of confidence that only p.i.s.sed me off more.

”You wish. I won't sleep with you. Period! If I wanted d.i.c.k, I'd take it. And yours is so not on the list of d.i.c.ks I'd take, buddy.”

”If I wanted you Witch, you'd crawl to me. Begging for release...” he stopped talking, his eyes doing that Fae-f.u.c.k glow thing again. And then I was. Crawling, in the freaking dirt no less!

”Stop it!” I shouted even as I pushed my a.s.s out and up for him. My skin was afire with need. My s.e.x grew moist and ready for him. I wanted to crawl into the fetal position and cry. I wanted to get up, off the cold ground and smash his pretty f.u.c.king face.

”Beg me,” he purred, his arms folded over his ma.s.sive chest as he watched me continue to crawl to where he stood leaning against the car. ”Are you wet for me, I could make you show me just how wet you are. I could make you do a lot of things right now if I wanted to. I won't, but know that I can do this at any time. So can those inside the club we're going into. So make a decision, go as my property, or take your chances with those who would take you. I won't babysit you. I just figured you might care who f.u.c.ks you.”

I growled angrily, my hands biting into the sharp rocks on the ground while my a.s.s was in the air, hips spread wide with f.u.c.k-me-hard vibes coming out in heated waves. I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs, my nipples were hard and in need of his mouth. I wasn't feeling this, it was his Fae-f.u.c.k mind game, I knew that but the heat was too much.

”I ache,” it came out husky and filled with need he had created.

He said nothing.

Did nothing.

Watching me silently as my hips gyrated with a mind of their own.

”Please,” I cried, not from fear, but from a need so hot and f.u.c.king raw that at this moment in time, under his influence, under his power, I'd let him drive himself into my body just to make it stop.

”Touch yourself for me Syn,” he said roughly, sending my pulse soaring.

I ground my teeth together, a strangled noise tearing from my throat as I rose up on my knees unable to stop myself from doing what he had said. I knew the Fae could use compulsion and even worse...they could do this. Make you crawl in the dirt, like some f.u.c.king dog with no more than a single heated look. He was able to override the tattoo and control me.

I glared up at him, or tried. My eyes had slanted, filling with l.u.s.t for him. His were no longer on my face but on my hand that was even now cupping, stroking my junction through the rough jean fabric. I wanted to die as I moaned, the storm building inside of me demanding to be released. Demanding he remove my hand and replace it with his own more skillful touch.

”So, have you made a choice? Or shall I make it for you, I could always use a snack,” he replied seductively low, his tongue coming out to lick his full lips, his eyes searching and locking with mine.

”Fine, just make it stop!” I winced as my voice which was weak, filled with heat and a roughness that bruised my pride.

”Stand up,” he ordered and my traitorous legs obeyed him instantly, as if they belonged to him.

”I have to touch you,” his head tilted as his nostrils flared, ”To mark you as my own.”

As my own...

I hated it! I was being reduced to nothing. My bones felt like heated putty, my blood was flowing in a heated rush to parts that I had left neglected since Adrian. I hadn't been laid in so long that I couldn't even remember how long it had actually been.

I watched him slide forward, his eyes intense and still piercing me with his glow. I wanted to step back. Needed to, but all I could manage to do was arc my flipping hips! My body strained for his touch, antic.i.p.ated it. Begged for it.

”Are you wet?” He whispered softly as his lips touched against my ear, as he pulled my body flush against his.

I wanted to scream at him, but the most I could manage was an explosive ”yes” to his question. His hands reached out, removing my own that had continued to stroke where the wetness was now visible through the jeans I wore. He held my hand in his much bigger one as it continued to move.

I thought he would drop it, but instead he brought it up and held it to his nose, inhaling deeply for a few seconds as a deep blush stole up my body to flood my cheeks. Drawing my scent in before his lips moved down to my flesh and softly touched my palm, his heated breath making me growl my need from deep inside my chest.

”You smell good, Witch.”

I moved closer to him, it wasn't the direction I wanted to go.

”Tell me to f.u.c.k you, tell me to f.u.c.k you until you come.”

My lips quivered, but as much as I despised myself for weakness, I said it. ”f.u.c.k me, please...I ache. Make it stop, oh G.o.d just make it stop please.” Another violent moan exploded as soon as the words were out.

He moved closer, finally dropping my hand as his body closed the distance and pressed against mine-hard. ”You hate this, but you need to know what can happen and your place. There is a reason no one f.u.c.ks with me, next time you want to push my f.u.c.king b.u.t.tons, remember this,” he pressed a magnificent erection against my navel, ”Because next time, I will f.u.c.k you. I don't play games, nor do I take s.h.i.+t from anyone. I take what I want. I don't f.u.c.k around, if you mind f.u.c.k me...well I will f.u.c.k you. Next time, you won't get a warning.”

I said nothing, my mouth felt as if by speaking I would violate him...crazy I know, but whatever spell I was under, be it compulsion or something worse, was making it impossible to say anything besides what he wanted to hear from me...which sucked because I had so many comments to throw in his face.

His free hand came up, grasping my chin between his fingers as he tipped it up until I was looking into those dangerous fiery endless pits. He leaned in closer to mine at the exact same moment his other hand applied pressure against the fire he had started in my core. I felt sparks ignite from his touch as his mouth claimed mine gently. Tasting me, softly.

His mouth went from soft, to forceful as his teeth grazed against my lips, demanding more. Demanding I open for his pleasure. I was lost. I opened for him, giving him back what he wanted, what he demanded. The combination was overwhelming, his slight pressure, combined with his kiss made the storm intensify until my legs quivered and refused to hold my weight any longer.

I didn't fall as far as I thought I would, instead his leg was there catching me, his hands pus.h.i.+ng back against the cold metal frame of the car while he stroked me with his hand and his fingers magnificently. My heart raced, as liquid heat poured from my core. I was about to explode and he knew it.

”Good girl,” he whispered as he pulled away to watch my reaction.

”Ahhhhh...stop....please,” I stuttered over my tongue, which was refusing to work around him.

”If I stop, you agree to be mine while inside the club. You need to be wearing my mark as well.”

He pulled his hand away and dammit my body cried in response, it was if he'd ripped my heart out and my mind felt battered, as if he'd been in control of it instead of me. ”...Fine.”

”I think I like you better obedient,” he replied hoa.r.s.ely.