Seduced by Pain (12 page)

"Don't be gentle. Slam into me. Harder."

I needed the pain. Needed the pleasure. Needed him.

Trusting me, he shoved his cock completely into me in one thrust.

My mind blanked.

Pain split me in two and ecstatic bliss rebuilt me into something new.

He groaned in my ear. "You are so tight. Oh, God, Rose, I love you so much."

His words sweetened the moment, but his cock continued to pound me.

Reaching above my head, he pulled off the belt and freed my arms, which I wrapped around him as I joined in the rhythm, thrusting my hips against his, more orgasms ripping through me.

He pulled out and I protested, using my legs to keep him inside of me, but they were weak with love making, and he flipped me onto my stomach. I raised myself to my knees, tender nipples scraping against the sheets.

Using his knee, he widened my legs then thrust himself into me again. I never knew that changing positions could make such a difference. Gripping the sheets, I held on for my life as he rode me from behind, hitting spots inside of me I didn't know existed.

I pinched my own nipples, giving pain to the pleasure as our hips met in a frenzied and lustful rhythm.

Another climactic spiral circled through me.

My power also spiraled out, clinging to our passion.

"Hurt me, spank me," I screamed. Not only did I need it, but I wanted it. Craved it.

He slapped my ass, and the sting felt so good.

Another slap as he slammed into me over and over.

I submitted to the climax, screaming his name as I came undone.

His voice joined mine as he too came hard, reaching in to squeeze my tits as he did.

We collapsed in a pile of sweaty flesh, and he rolled off of me and pulled me into his arms.

"Are you okay?" He held my chin up to see into my eyes.

I assessed my body, but couldn't tell anything beyond utter bliss. I was sure I'd be sore when the endorphins wore off, but it was worth it for how I felt in that moment. I kissed his lips and tasted myself on them, then laid my head on his chest.

I'd done it. I'd made love to the man I loved and we had both survived the experience.

Sleep claimed me, and I dreamed of nothing but the feel of Derek inside of me.

Ill met by moonlight

—William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

MY TEXTS AND
calls had gone unanswered, and I worried endlessly about her safety and future.

Of course, part of me wanted to eat Derek alive and send him to the fiery pits of my dimension, but the rest of me that still wanted Rose to survive this nightmare worried.

It wasn't until I checked her cottage again that I saw she'd left her phone behind. At least she hadn't been deliberately ignoring me.

Clutching her locket in my hand, I searched for my car keys and left the property. I had a deal with another devil to make.

Playing the odds, weighing my loyalties, I had to walk this line carefully. The witches needed more power to defeat the Druids. I needed them to win to stay in this body. It was my only chance of getting Rose back.

But I couldn't let them hurt Rose in the process. I'd have to keep Rose out of harm's way, which unfortunately meant that Derek would probably also be spared.

The lesser of two evils.

My sources said I could meet Beleth behind the Catholic Church in the center of town. I had no idea why a genetically mutated fallen angel wanted to meet at a church, but who was I to question the great man himself?

Darkness shrouded the courtyard in mystery, giving the scene an ominous look.

I didn't intimidate easily, but Beleth's reputation preceded him, and I'd assumed it had been exaggerated.

I was wrong.

Beleth towered over the sculpted angels in the church's back garden, looking more like the devil than one of their former brethren.

Black tribal tattoos snaked up his arms and around his thick neck and chest, telling stories in a language I didn't understand. I'd heard rumors of his powers, of his unnatural abilities.

I didn't believe them until now.

Black tarry wings sprouted from his back, giving him the appearance of a bat. He stood so still he could have been a statue himself, save for the flicker of wind through his wings.

I kept a safe distance and introduced myself.

"I know who you are," the fallen angel said. "Give me a reason for doing business with your kind."

As if he was so far above
my kind
. But for a slip of fate, he and I could have swapped lives. Wrong place, wrong time, and all that. "You know what I need. What do you ask in return? I don't have time to play games."

I needed to set Rose up and get her away from the O'Conners before the coven made their move.

"I ask two things. One, the promise of information from your people."

"That's already been agreed upon. My superiors are working on what you've asked. And the second?"

"A vial of oil from the infamous rose bush."

"The witches aren't going to be very interested in parting with that."

He flapped his wings, hovering above the ground. "Then they can win their war without my aid."

He had me there. "Wait. Agreed. I'll get you what you've asked for. What do you have for me?"

From the sky, he tossed down a silver sphere. I caught it and examined the innocuous object. "What are we supposed to do with this? Throw it at the Druids and hope it knocks someone out?"

"It enhances power for those who wield it. Keep it close, channel its energy, and you'll win your battle. This is a loan, not a gift. If I don't get that back with the rose oil and the information I asked for, you and your friends will not enjoy the ramifications."

"They aren't my friends," I muttered, but he'd disappeared into the dark sky before the words had left my lips.

The sphere looked unremarkable, but the longer I held it, the warmer it got, until it sent off a wave of energy, calming and empowering at once. A tingle of power grew in my center and worked its way through my body, and I knew that this might actually work.

Now for the next task on my to-do list.

Getting her alone hadn't been easy. She stuck close to her family, keeping an eye on her brother as he slept.

But a text from a blocked number claiming to be Derek in need of help had her running out the door in the early dawn and into her car fast enough.

I followed the petite brunette toward the address I'd texted her. Posing as her brother, I'd asked her to come alone. Told her Rose and I had broken up and I needed a shoulder to lean on. She'd eaten it up with both hands.

When she pulled into the abandoned hotel and got out of her car, I made my move before she could second-guess herself.

Chloroform to the mouth and she was out.

I tied her to the bed and sent the next text.

If only love could be as easy as kidnapping.

Are you sure

That we are awake? It seems to me

That yet we sleep, we dream

—William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Dear Diary,

Pain and pleasure are born from the same explosion of nerves. Together they form the precipice of magic and sexual awakening, pushing me over the edge and into a new experience.

Making love to Derek was about more than an ecstatic physical birth. Bodies tied together, joined in the most intimate of ways, linked by flesh and spirit, by mind and heart—the world synched for that moment, clarifying into truth.

Like seeing my dark gift manifest in the lake, being with Derek made manifest the physical form of our love.

We gave birth to our passions, unleashing a new expression of awakening.

FLESH TO FLESH
, body to body, we lay entangled in each other. His arm draped over my chest, and his breath tickled my neck.

I shifted, enjoying the feeling of this much contact and intimacy.

He moaned and pushed against me, his hard cock poking at my back.

Muscles I didn't know I had ached, and my pussy felt raw and swollen, but still my body responded to his arousal, need filling me once again. I couldn't get enough of this man.

Before I could give in to more wanton pleasures of the flesh, my body had other demands of me.

Scooting out of bed, I left his arms reluctantly and noticed the blood stain on the sheets. Losing my virginity had been a more adventurous affair than I'd ever expected.

I popped a few ibuprofens and started a bath, then slipped into the cold tub.

As the hot water rose, it soothed my bruised and previously unused muscles. I washed myself, running hands over my body, familiar and yet new, then laid back and relaxed.

I must have dozed off, because I woke to a naked man sliding into the water with me.

A lazy smile formed on my lips. "Morning."

Derek straddled me from behind and kissed my neck. "Good morning, love. Sleep well?"

I snuggled into his embrace and laid my head against his chest. "Very."

He traced a bite mark on my shoulder. "Did I hurt you too much?"

"You didn't hurt me at all. Or, just enough. It was incredible. Perfect. I can't believe I can touch you and make love to you."

I twisted to kiss him more deeply, our bodies slippery in the soapy water.

His hands roamed freely, brushing against sensitive breasts and massaging sore thighs. He teased at my center as his cock stiffened against me, but he didn't take what I knew he wanted.

I pushed his hand down, guiding his fingers into my sore but eager pussy.

We kissed each other with the hunger of lovers who might never kiss again, desperate and consuming. My body craved him; despite our night of lovemaking, the need still pulled me toward him.

I straddled him in the bath, water splashing out of the tub as I guided his cock to my center and impaled myself on him.

"Oh, God, Rose, you feel incredible."

His cock rubbed at the swollen flesh, the pain feeding my dark gift as the pleasure fed my soul.

Excitement surged as I set the pace, riding him in long, leisurely strokes, pulling up until the tip of his cock barely clung to my flesh, then slamming down hard again as he split me in two.

My thighs burned in pain with each thrust, feeding my dark gift as his body fed mine.

My pace quickened, encouraged by the push of his hands on my hips.

I leaned back, giving him access to my tits as he sucked on my nipples. His cock deepened in me, striking hard and sending shivers over my skin.

As the wave built between us, he used his fingers to stimulate my clit. The added sensation increased the tension, bringing us both closer to climax. I squeezed his cock with my pussy, and he bucked against me, ready to submit to the call of our passion.

With a final flick of his thumb, I joined him on that edge, and we jumped into the light together.

Food. We needed food and fluid. And maybe more ibuprofen.

Blushing, self-conscious, and unable to release Derek's hand for a moment, we joined Ocean at the cafeteria for breakfast. I was sure I walked differently, that everyone would be able to tell what we'd spent the night and morning doing. Especially since we were surrounded by people who read minds and emotions and who knew what else.

I might as well have been wearing a sign on my chest.

Ocean knew. One look and I knew she knew.

Before I could take a bite of my food, she dragged me away from Derek and into the girls' bathroom. After checking the stalls to make sure we were alone, she squealed and hugged me. "Tell. Me. Everything."

"How did you know?"

"Are you kidding me? You're glowing. It's so freaking obvious. So come on, spill it. What was it like?"

"Well, it was like sex, I imagine. Insert penis into vagina, and voila! Intercourse." I used my finger and hand to demonstrate, in case she didn't understand.

She swatted my hand away. "Thanks for the Sex Ed, Professor Wintersong. Now for the juicy details please."

"It hurt, but also, it was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt."

"And your powers?"

"I controlled them. The… rough sex worked. Now, I just have to figure out how to use them to bring back Dean. I'm not sure sex will help with that."

I'd gotten so lost in the joy of being able to lose myself in sexual bliss with Derek that I'd almost forgotten the more important reason I needed to gain control of my powers. I hoped Father Patrick would have some guidance on this, now that I'd worked through one stage of control, though I cringed at the thought of having to face him again, especially to talk about my sex life.

But hey, bright side, at least I finally
had
a sex life.

Derek winked at me when we joined him, and I dug into my food like I'd never eaten before, then slurped down two cups of juice and some water.

Ocean just laughed at my enthusiastic eating. Derek looked pretty ravenous himself as he ate seconds of everything on his plate.

I wondered if my powers drained us more than we thought, or did really incredible sex always have this effect?

Once finished, we emptied our trays and were about to join Father Patrick and Drake for more training when Derek's phone beeped.

"Hold on one sec, it might be about Dean." He pulled the phone from his jeans to check the text, and his face lost all of its color as he read.

I placed my hand on his arm. "Derek, what's wrong?"

When he looked up, his face had hardened into rage. "The witches kidnapped Tammy. We have to go."