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  “Natalie, for fuck sakes, stop.” He says to me again, while turning me so that I’m facing the wall of the house. His hold on me loosens, and I stumble forward not expecting him to loosen his grip on me. I put my hands out so I don’t crash into the wall of the house, but before I come into the contact with the house, he pulls me back against him, and that’s when I feel it through my dress, and I go dead fucking still.

  I feel the bulge that his pants are no longer hiding. He takes me going still as me complying with him now. Does he even know I can feel that beneath my dress? Clearly not, because he lets me slide down his body, so my feet can finally reach the floor. And I feel every inch, every fucking inch. My body reacts to the feel of his dick, I feel this unfamiliar sensation start in my stomach, making its way down to my core. The darkness has lifted slightly, I can now see directly in front of me. My legs are not stable enough for me to stand on them alone, so I reach out for the wall, before I end up face planting the wall in front of me.

  I feel as his body moves with mine, trapping me between his body and the wall. His arms making it now impossible to move or even try to escape. His arm that was holding his body to mine, moves to hold himself up against the wall, while the one on my throat hasn’t moved.

  “What do you want, Jacin?” I ask him, now that his grip on my throat has lessened.

  “I wanted to talk to you.” He whispers into my ear.

  “So, you thought it was a clever idea to jump a girl in the darkness and expect her to be calm about a chat?” I ask him sarcastically.

  I don’t even get an answer to my question. I feel as he runs his nose from my ear, down my neck and along my shoulders, and I find myself tilting my neck to allow him more room. “Your smell, so fucking addictive.” He whispers into my ear again. “Strawberries and sin.” He whispers again into my neck.

  I don’t say a word, he seems too lost in his own thoughts now, and I can’t deny myself the comfort of his touch. I never thought I would have found comfort in it, but I do, and I feel my body arch to his as he travels down my neck into my shoulder, my body responding to his like I never thought it would.

  I let out a soft involuntary moan, he all but growls back in response, which seems to break the spell he was under. He releases his hand around my throat and turns me to face him while pushing me back against the wall. “I need you to come back tomorrow, there are some things we need to discuss.”

  “What if I don’t want to come back here?” I ask him, while dragging my eyes down his body. Clearly my mind went to mush, and my body has control over itself.

  “Don’t make me come get you, you won’t like that.” He warns me. His hand has come up to grip my throat again, I watch as his eyes darken as he takes in a lung full of air. Instead of tightening around me again, he moves into me. “You are so fucking addictive.”

  I watch as his other hand travels from my neck, over my one breast to hold my waist again. I couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath as his hand travels down my body. The hand that was holding my neck, moves to enable his thumb to run over my lips, without thinking, I gently nip his thumb. What the hell has come over me? I look into his eyes, as I nip his thumb again. Except his normally beautiful green eyes are no longer there, his eyes have glazed over, and are a shining deep red.

  A normal person would have started to fucking scream their head off, a normal person would have tried to break free. A normal person is not me clearly. Instead of being scared out of my mind. My core starts to heat again, and I feel the wetness start to pool between my legs. I couldn’t help the moan that escapes my lips, with my body feeling his like this, my hand runs down the length of his hard body, exploring the body that has haunted me all these years.

  Without any warning, his mouth crushes against mine, consuming me as I opened my mouth to allow his kiss to deepen. His taste is intoxicating, I reach up to grip the back of his hair to pull him closer to me, I needed more. This isn’t enough. His hand that was firmly holding my throat releases me and starts to travel down my body.

  His movements are slow and tortuous as they make their way down my body. His hands reach behind me to grip my ass and lift me up, while stepping in between my legs, giving him more access to my mouth. His kiss becomes more demanding, he wants more, so much more. He starts to pull away from our kiss, when I bite his bottom lip, hard. I low growl resonates deep within him.

  “You are going to be the death of me one day, little one, if you keep doing shit like that.” He whispers against my mouth, while my teeth are still latched onto his bottom lip.

  Instead of answering him, I take claim of his mouth again, this time I want more. I can feel his bulge between my legs growing and I move to press my sensitive area against him. I start to rub against him, moaning as pleasure scorches through my body, causing more wetness to pool between my legs.

  God, this man. The things he is making me do without a second thought, all because he is kissing me like a starved man. No man has ever kissed me like this, like I’m the only thing in the world his body needs.

  His hands leave my body for a moment, and they slip under my dress to grab my ass again. He places me closer to his still growing erection, god this man is huge. His kiss growing more hungrier as he pushes us harder against the wall that was now holding us up. I feel a tug on the thin layer of lace barrier that was between us, the sound echoing in the quite night that surrounds us, as he rips it from my wet core.

  “Are you wet for me little one.” He asks me as he pulls his mouth away from mine, before reclaiming my mouth again.

  I couldn’t answer him, all I could do was groan in response when his movements cause his now rock-hard cock to push against my sensitive core. His fingers replaced his cock, slowly stroking my wet core.

  “Fuck, so fucking wet for me. So fucking perfect.” He says to me while breaking our kiss. I felt the loss of his kiss, until his fingers started stroking my wet core, slipping in between the wet folds his kiss created.

  My only response to him was my sharp intake of breath as his fingers continued to explore my wet folds, never entering where I needed him the most. It was sweet torture that caused my core to heat even more than I thought possible.

  “Please.” I moaned into his ear. Which gains me a small chuckle from him.

  “Please what? Little one. Let me hear you beg.” He says to me while his thumb circles my clit, causing more heat to pool between my legs.

  My normal reply to him would have been fuck you. But right now, with the heat he was causing to run through my body, was making me lose control.

  “Please, I need you.” I groaned out as he rubs his thumb over my aching clit and running his fingers through my wet folds.

  “Good girl.” He whispered into my ear.

  All I could do was moan as he pushed his one finger inside of me. He slammed his mouth against mine as he pulled out his finger and slammed it back into me with such force I moaned again. He was creating a storm inside me, creating a need in me, making me out of control.

  His other hand which is still gripping my ass so hard that I’m sure I would have bruises tomorrow, is holding me steady, while he pushes another finger in and out of me, causing me almost to explode on his fingers.

  “You are so wet, you are so fucking tight, so close to exploding aren’t you little one?” He says to me once again breaking our kiss.

  “Jacin.” Was all I managed to groan out while he continued to fuck me with his fingers.

  “I need to fuck you little one, will you let me fuck you.” He whispers hoarsely into my ear, while continuing to fuck me with his fingers.

  Once again, I could only groan in response. Clearly my mind and body have two different needs. My mind telling me no, my body telling me yes. I don’t know this man, and here I am in the darkness with him, while he is doing things to me that I could only dream of.

  I open my eyes to watch his own red glazed eyes, his eyes grow wide when they latch onto my own eyes. Before I can ask him anything,
he slams another finger into me, stretching me, the pain mixed with the pleasure he was giving me was going to make me explode over his fingers. He moves his thumb over my clit again causing more friction my body can’t handle, while curling his fingers inside me, finding the spot that will make me undone.

  “Come for me little one.” He whispers into my ear.

  And like a good girl, I do as I’m told, my muscles clench around his fingers that are moving in and out of me, and before I even know what is happening, my eyes black out and I feel like I’m falling. I explode over his fingers I’m riding.

  “You are so fucking tight; your pussy is such a greedy little thing.” He says to me as he continues to fuck me with his fingers, letting me ride out the high he just gave me.

  The moment I came down from my high, he withdraws his fingers from me. I follow the path of his hand, which goes to his mouth and I watch helplessly as he sucks my juices from his fingers, while letting me slide down his still very hard erection.

  When I looked into his eyes after he is removing his fingers from his mouth, and watch as he becomes cold, detached. If I could have taken a step back, I would have, but I couldn’t, I was still pressed against the wall.

  “These.” I watch as he holds up my ripped panties that are still damp from my arousal. “These are my prize.” He says to me coldly.

  I don’t know what happened, but if this is how he is playing this, then fine. But before I could tell him to fuck off. He turns on his heels and walks off into the darkness, which follows him and through the darkness he shouts back to me.

  “Your ass better be here by ten or I will come fetch you myself, you have been warned.” He growled at me.

  I’m left standing in the now warm glow off the lights from the house that are now able to penetrate the darkness. I start to right my dress, I can feel my hair is one mess, after being pushed up against the rough wall of the house.

  I make my way back inside, my legs still a bit clumsy after the high I’ve just come off. I look around the room, where I see people still dancing, laughing and drinking. Jacin is nowhere to be seen. But I can see his brother in the corner laughing with a bunch of women. He looks to me the moment I walk inside, I watch as his eyes look me up and down, and a stupid smile grows on his face. He knows what just happened. I don’t care. I just need to get out of here.

  Instead of taking the shortest route to the exit I take the long way, I need to walk passed the display cases again. Hopefully go unnoticed this time. I walk passed groups of people I have never seen before, they don’t seem to notice me. That’s just fine. I walk up to the case I’m after to see if anyone has noticed the small hole in the case. No one has yet. I quickly slide my hand into the hole and take hold of the gem I need. It warms in my hand as I grip onto it. I slowly remove my hand just in case I knock over the other gems that are blocking my way.

  I don’t bother to put the gem in my bag, I hold onto it, my small palm barely covering what I have and start marching towards the door and hopefully to my car. I manage to escape with no interruptions, actually no one seems to notice me go by.

  I’m almost to my car, when I don’t see Faith waiting by it, I pull my phone out of my bag with my free hand to check it. I see I have a text from her, I must have gotten it while I was distracted with Jacin. I read the message she sent me, looks like I’ll be going home alone, at least I won’t have to explain to her what happened to me. When I don’t even know how it happened.

  Chapter Nine

  “Come and play with my demons.”- Jacin

  ~Jacin~

  I watched as she walked through the doors on unsteady legs, fuck she was beautiful in the darkness, her taste nearly let the beast out. Whatever game is being played, whoever they are, they are playing it well. I knew from the first kiss I took from her, that she was my fated. I knew she was important to me, I was drawn to her on a different level compared to any other female I have encountered over my long life. But my fated? No, I didn’t think it was that deep. Me, fated to a witch. It’s not possible. What are the fates playing?

  I tasted power in her kiss, it was intoxicating, it was addictive. I wanted more of her than I have ever wanted from a woman. I’m sure she would have let me fuck her right there in the darkness. Then she would have been completely mine. Then I saw her beautiful grey eyes, that weren’t grey anymore. The game just got more interesting, just got more complicated.

  A witch? I don’t think so, it takes power to change your form, even so slightly. I’ve never met a witch in all my years that could change their eye colour. No, something is not as it seems, nothing ever is in my world. She is the spanner in the ever-turning wheel. Can’t say I’m not fucking drawn to it, to her. The puzzle she has created has made life slightly more interesting, and slightly more dangerous. Whatever the fates are playing at, they are playing it well, and to their advantage. They can never just come out with what our plan is meant to be, it will never be that simple. Free choice and all that shit that goes with it.

  I walk into my office, Weyland is already there, laying on the couch, clearly talking to the men. The party downstairs can continue without me. It was all for show anyways, and Daxtin played his part well enough to keep them happy. I feel my brother walk in just after me. I saw the smirk he gave Natalie when she finally came back inside. I won’t give him the satisfaction of telling him what happened, I’m sure he will find out anyways.

  “Send the Five, Weyland. They are not to let her out of their sight. They are not to be seen either.” I instruct Weyland, while looking for something to vent my frustration on.

  “The Five? Well, well brother, things have developed fast.” Daxtin says to me, with a stupid fucking grin on his face. I just choose to ignore it and the look I give him to drop the subject clearly wasn’t enough to stop him.

  “She must have been one hell of a good fuck to get the protection of the Five.” He continues to say.

  “Don’t start Dax, this is not up for discussion.” I growl back at him. Not in the mood for his shit.

  “I’ve sent them, she is no longer on the property, but they should be able to catch up to her. They already know her scent. They have been told not to interact with her either. Not that they would be good companions for that anyways.” Weyland says to me, still with his eyes closed, laying on the couch.

  “The protection of the Five, that is quite some accomplishment for some little witch, don’t you think Weyland?” Daxtin says, trying to bait me in so I will tell him.

  “Must have been one hell of a good fuck.” Weyland replies.

  I know what they are trying to do. They want confirmation on what she is. I walk over to the bar to pour myself a drink. This is going to be a long night with these two. The protection of the Five. I never thought I would ever call on them for that. They are around me constantly, just waiting. Just fucking waiting to leave my side and protect my fated. That is what they were created for.

  Even though I created the link to alert me to where she was, will be nothing compared to when we are bound together. I will live and breathe for her, I’ve seen it many times before. The men that are bound are happy, those men aren’t me, they don’t rule. I should maybe take a page from Natalie’s book and fucking run, and never come out of that fucking hell hole of mine. At one stage in my life, that made me and the beast somewhat content, ripping heads off shoulders of fuckers who deserved it.

  This whole situation is because of that damn prophecy, and I set the fucking thing in motion when I ripped my father’s head from his shoulders. The prophecy never mentioned this weakness of mine to be my fated. I might not have been so eager to come then. I should be happy I found her, I should have taken her to my bed already. But nothing good can come from being my fated. The women I fuck know what I am, most want the thrill of the danger with being of me. But can I do that to Natalie? Can I give her a life full of death, sin and constant fear?

  Maybe its best that I leave out that she is my fated when I see her tomorrow.
I don’t even think she would know what that would mean, I will tell her of the danger she is in, I will keep her safe. But nothing more.

  “She is my fated.” I whisper out to Daxtin and Weyland. I down the drink that is in my hand in one go. Saying out loud was harder than I thought.

  “Fucking finally.” I hear Daxtin say.

  “Must she be brought back?” I hear Weyland ask me.

  “She can never know.” I say to them again. “I think I need a few rounds in the pit.”

  ~Natalie~

  I couldn’t get out of that house fast enough. I’m trying to stick to the speed limit, but I have this nagging feeling something is about to happen. I check my mirrors, and I don’t see anything following me. Up ahead is in darkness, only a few street lights are working, which is casting an eerie glow to the road.

  Maybe I’m just over reacting. I’m all wound up from Jacin, and the fact I stole from him. I wonder how pissed he will be when he found out what I took. He probably felt that they were safe in the display cases, who would even know what the Gem of Dante looks like?

  At least I got the gem before that creep did. I never saw him in town or at the ball that I bet most of the town went too. And if he wanted to blend in, that would have been the right time to do it. Unless the fog affected him like it did the rest of the people here. Well, except for Jacin, he seemed to remember everything, and for the towns people to come back remembering him being here to begin with is suspicious.

  Up ahead, I watch the darkness, it moves and sways like that fog did, but this is more like ink in an ink pot. The darkness looks like it’s moving closer to me, even though I’m driving towards it, it’s moving a lot faster than I am moving towards it. I push on my brakes to slow down, I look towards the trees that line the road, and they too have disappeared into the darkness. I know now is not the time to stop, but the darkness is moving closer and closer. I don’t know what lies beyond that darkness. Nothing good I’m guessing.