Witch (21 page)

He grinned, "I can do that."

She took a step back, "You made out with my
friend."

He pinched the bridge of his nose like Lorri did when she
talked to her. "It is NOT what you think it is. I am NOT attracted to
her."

Ophelia cocked her head.

He laughed bitterly, "Well fine. She's attractive,
but she isn’t my type."

"She is everyone's type. There are blind people who
can sense she is their type. She's my type and I'm not gay."

He laughed again, "I mean, you are mine. You are the
one that matters to me. I want you. The kiss meant nothing. The only type I
have is you."

She watched his face, "You set a trap and almost got
Aimee killed."

He pointed, "Not in this lifetime and you're bringing
up old shit."

She laughed, "Stop making me laugh. I'm mad at
you."

He reached for her hand, "O you're mine. Even though
you're foul tempered and jealous and still dating a shifter." He pulled
her in and gently brushed his soft lips against her. The air filled with
aftershave and him. "You're mine."

She felt his big arms wrap around her. She wanted to push
him away. She wanted to be angry about Giselle but she couldn’t. She had slept
wrapped in Ben's arms the night before. She kissed him back. His tongue slipped
into her mouth. His hands pushed up into her hair. He gripped it slightly and
pulled her head back from his, "I expect you will deal with the young
shifter."

She looked into his blue eyes and nodded.

He bent back into the kiss. His hands roamed her back
until they reached her backside. He squeezed her butt firmly. She started to
laugh. He looked at her. She squirmed, "I'm ticklish."

He squeezed again, making her arms and legs go everywhere.
She screamed at him, "STOP IT!"

He laughed watching her flail, "You go into full
defensive when tickled?"

She pushed him back, "I hate being tickled."

He laughed, "Your mother is like that."

She paused, "You know my mother?"

He shook his head, "No. No one knows your mother.
Your father told me. Sometimes he binds her and has her tickled. It's the only
time he hears her laugh or sees her smile."

She felt sick, "That’s horrid."

He shrugged, "Could be a lot worse." His blue
eyes darkened, "Trust me."

"Where is my brother really?"

He looked around and sat on a log next to her,
"Tristan is a prisoner. He's a sweet kid. He wants you to win. He wants to
be free."

She swallowed hard, "Where's your son?"

 
"With
Tristan. They're friends. Well that’s not entirely true. They're lovers. They
want nothing more than to live together and be together in a sunny place where they
never have to see Jonathan again."

She felt confused, "Why would you let your only son
live there? In those conditions?"

He shook his head, "He wanted it. He knew early on
Tristan was his."

She smiled, "My brother is gay?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my god we have to save him. Is he cute? I could
totally be a hag."

Oliver looked lost, "Look the plan is to save
him."

Ophelia sat next to him on the log, "What is the
plan? What is your plan?"

He rubbed her thigh, "I would very much like to make
love to you for starters."

Her stomach dropped, as he continued, "Then we need
to rally the troops. That friend of Aimee's made the weapons for Jonathan with
Marcus's hellfire. So at least he won't have that this time around. He sent a
message yesterday that your brother was getting the powers. He assumed you
would come to him. That's going to have to happen again but this time when I
capture you with him, you will trust me. You come alone with me and let Lorri
and Dorian go with the others. When he makes the trade for your sister for
Aimee she can't fight. He will let her live if he has no means to kill
her."

Ophelia looked at him sharply. He put his hands up
"As far as I know he doesn’t. I know his entire plan. I helped plan
it."

"What changed?"

He bent and kissed her lips softly, "You."

She shook her head, "No, there has to be something
else?"

He smiled, "Believe me O, you are enough of a reason.
You've given me something I've never felt before."

Aimee

She watched Giselle start to change. Her body was healing
rapidly. The guards had let her inside. Giselle had cried for an hour being
back at Lydia's. Her skin was glowing again, instead of yellow and clammy.

Aleks walked in, "Hey. Oliver wants us to meet him
and O. We need to go over the plan for tomorrow."

She shook her head, "We shouldn’t trust him."

Lorri crossed her arms, "You know I was thinking the
same thing but he never told Jonathan about Ari. Jonathan was completely
surprised by that one. He's on our side, he's just doing his usual
bullshit."

"What?"

"He is the most selfish person ever, ever. He's doing
all of this because he loves Ophelia. I never thought I would ever see him fall
in love."

"What about the mother of his son?"

"Slave."

Aimee scowled. Lorri shrugged, "They didn’t like the idea
that we were to help the humans. They started to see them as weak and
infantile."

Aleks laughed, "Humans are those things."

Lorri shrugged, "God loves them. He wants them kept
safe. That was the mission. He never wanted them used for anything or abused by
things they couldn’t fight off. He and Jonathan couldn’t understand that. They
let the temptation in the air taint them."

Aimee remembered what Sam had said about his mother and
Lorri. She looked down.

Lydia looked around at them, "You need to go. Her
birthday is in a few days."

Aimee flashed to the photo Lucas had shown her on Ari's
phone. The smell of dust and cedar filled her nose. She looked over at Ophelia
sitting on the couch in a huge room with peaked windows making an entire wall.
The moonlight was too dim to see outside, but she knew they were in a skiing
lodge. She looked around at the grandeur and looked back at Aleks, "I want
one."

He started to laugh, "You're going to have to start
investing like Lucas."

Ari looked at him, "Huh? With what?"

She looked back at Lucas who shrugged, "I have
money."

She raised an eyebrow, "You invest?"

He grinned, "I get Annabelle to help out."

Aimee laughed, "Oh my god you live in your room at
Lydia's for free and have money?"

He frowned,
 
"I like it there. I didn’t want to live in Wolfville."

Ophelia's ears perked up, "You're from
Wolfville?" She asked from across the room.

He nodded, "Yup. Same town as you. Only I live on the
outskirts, like far out."

"Crazy."

Ari looked at him seriously, "You have money?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

She looked at Aimee and shook her head.

Aleks poked her, "Maybe if you guys spent more time
talking and less time…"

"Thank you Aleks." Ari's face was flushed,
"I'm pretty sure that’s exactly how we will be spending our evenings from
now on."

Aleks looked at Lucas, "Sorry bro."

Lucas scowled, "What the heck?"

Ari went to a couch and sat down. Dorian flashed in. He
grinned at Oliver who sat next to Ophelia, "Brother."

Oliver nodded, "Well let’s make a plan then shall
we?"

Ophelia

She wandered the huge skiing lodge. The lights were dimmed
everywhere. It was built on a sacred land so she didn’t have to worry about the
shadows and darkness. Marcus had built his castle on sacred land as well. Aimee
had told her that her ex boyfriend's house had also been built on sacred land.
Everyone seemed to be aware of the sacred land and the dark swirl issue.

She had no idea the power that was available in the world.

She felt a hand touch her and then she was in a dark room.

She put a hand out to feel Oliver in front of her.

His fingers brushed her arms. Being in the dark and
without her vision, she felt impaired. She closed her eyes and let her sense of
smell take over. She could smell him.

"Oliver."

His warm lips brushed her throat, "Expecting the
shifter?"

She laughed, "I hate you. I sent him a text and told
him I couldn’t get over someone from the previous life we lived."

Oliver whispered into her cheek, "I did notice his
absence from the evening festivities."

His hands slipped to the bottom of her shirt. His fingers
played with the bottom of the shirt as his mouth found hers. He pulled her
shirt off and kissed her again. Her stomach felt like it had it's own party
going on inside.

He undid the button on her jeans and slid them down over
her underwear. He bent to a knee and kissed her naval. He kissed her inner
thigh.

"You smell like honey."

She shivered as his tongue traced along her thighs. His
fingers brushed against her underwear. She felt faint. He scooped her up in his
arms and carried her. She felt a soft bed beneath her and his weight over top
of her. His fingers masterfully unhooked her bra. His lips never left hers. His
hands moved up her torso sending shivers everywhere. His fingers found her
breasts and he began thumbing her nipples. She gasped into the darkness.

He kissed along her neck to her breast. He took her right
nipple in his warm mouth and sucked. She cried out. He spilled his free hand
over her mouth, "Log houses are notoriously bad for sound proofing."

She ignored him. A fever covered her body. His hand
slipped from her mouth and traced a line to her underwear. He slipped his
fingers inside of them. She shook her head as he pulled them down.

"I haven’t done this before." She whispered into
his cheek, as her face lit on fire. She was embarrassed.

"I won’t hurt you."

She nodded but bit her lip as her panties were stripped
from her. She felt rigid.

"Relax Ophelia. I won’t hurt you I promise. You'll
like it."

His mouth returned to her nipple. She felt her body
relaxing again as he caressed and sucked. She felt herself getting lost in him.
His scent was everywhere. His kisses touched everything. His hands rubbed and
smoothed away the tension.

He pulled his clothes off and climbed between her legs.

His weight against her made her nervous, like she was
trapped. She started to feel tense but he soothed her again. His words floated
in her mind, 'Breathe O. Just relax and enjoy.' He sat up between her legs.

She felt his fingers brush against her thigh. Then they
trailed up until they were high enough that she clenched her fists.

'This is the best part' His words whispered in the back of
her mind.

She felt his thick finger slide inside of her. She inhaled
sharply. He rubbed a hand on her belly. She loved the touch of him. His fingers
began to slide in and out. She moaned as a fire was lit in her stomach.

He lay back on top of her and suddenly a huge pressure
filled her. His mouth was on hers. His tongue was moving swiftly and instantly
the pressure was lost in a moment of pain and then pleasure again. She noticed
she had bit his lip and was moaning in both pain and pleasure.

He moved slowly inside of her. His hands pulled at her
skin, like he couldn’t get enough. She felt her fingers dragging along his
back. He thrust harder, crying out.

Heat and sensations she had never experienced before
filled her. She had orgasms when she was alone at home but nothing prepared her
for the pleasure that built and ripped through her. The heat became unbearable.
She felt as if fire licked her skin.

She cried out again and again, lost in the rolling
pleasure. She panted, "Harder. Do it harder."

He chuckled into her hair. His body met hers harder and
faster. She maintained the high she had reached until he cried out and
collapsed on her.

She opened her eyes to see fire surrounding them.

"Shit." She made rain clouds in the ceiling and
let a downpour rain all over them.

In the light of the flames he looked unimpressed. She
couldn't see his face any longer as the rain washed them away but she assumed
he was pissed.

"Sorry."

"Guess we're sleeping in another guest room."

She giggled.

"Stop the rain, the fire is out."

She blew the clouds away and then her eyes burned from the
light of the bathroom. She looked at her naked body in the mirror. She gasped,
"Oh my god."

Oliver's back was covered in thick angry scars.

He raised an eyebrow as they healed before her eyes in the
mirror.

"I did that?"

He picked up her hand and kissed it, "I think we need
a padded cell with fire retardant everywhere for the next time we do
that."

He walked pulling her into the huge stone walk in shower.

She couldn’t look down. Until the water had washed them
both clean.

Aimee

The hallway was the same, Ophelia was gone. Dorian had
gone to look for her and the others searched the cells they had to find on
their own this time, without Blake as a tour guide. Without Giselle and Lydia
or Brandon Green they had to kill more than the first time. The Alaskan vampire
retreat was also Jonathan's headquarters for his evil deeds.

Aimee hated being there. There, where Alise and Blake had
been tortured and made to do things against their will. There, where Ophelia's mom
was held as a victim of rape and solitary confinement.

Sam's mom had been left in her cell. Without Sam there to
care if she was saved or not Hanna was the only one who had bothered to mention
her.

Oliver appeared in the long corridor as they opened the
cell knowing they wouldn’t find Abbey but frightened if they didn’t stick to
the plan she might be sacrificed.

Aimee looked around at everyone standing in the hall
watching Oliver.

Aleks looked at her and whispered, "Your line."

She rolled her eyes, "What could you possibly want
from us?"

Oliver tilted his head, "You Aimee."

She walked closer to him, "Fine done. Everyone else
walks free."

Oliver flashed to the far side of the hall opposite them,
"Walk out the door behind you into the snow. There is a courtyard. Stay
there. We will meet you outside." He was gone.

Aimee looked at Ari, "He's awfully theatrical."

Ari stifled a laugh.

Aleks pointed to the door, "Ladies first."

The cold arctic air blasted them. She noted it was
miserably cold for July. Aimee scanned the white courtyard for movement.

Luke lowered and growled as Oliver walked toward them. In
his hand he had a thin girl. Aimee knew the girl was Abbey.

Her memory flashed of Alise being held there. She pushed
the memory away and looked at Abbey. She looked the same as last time. Her body
was again covered in sores. Aimee assumed they were bite marks. Her blonde hair
was pulled back in a messy ponytail, like bed head. Her jeans were ripped and
torn and her light blue t-shirt was bloody.

Another man walked out into the courtyard with Oliver. It
was Jonathan. The memory of the fire hitting her in the stomach crept into her
mind. Ari put a hand on her, "It's okay."

Aimee nodded.

Jonathan smiled and held his hands out, "Roses. It's
wonderful to meet you all. Sorry for being such a poor host. I'm sure you
understand the time constraints placed upon me, what with Ophelia and Tristan
turning eighteen and all."

Aimee stepped forward, the world fuzzed as she spoke the
same words as last time, "Look you want me to stay. I want them all to go
free. Cut the shit and niceties."

He chuckled, "Aimee I like your style." She
cringed waiting for the gunshot.

He pulled his hands from behind his back, "You remind
me of Lorri, before she became old and stodgy Lorri. She used to be fun and
carefree."

His dark eyes flashed at her, "Now I'll give you this
thing here if you'll stay as my guest obviously."

Aleks's hand shot up and gripped her shoulder.

She nodded, "Deal. Everyone walks."

He shook his head, "Hanna you are naughty thing I'd
bet. Marcus can't be nearly as fun as I am in the sack. He's a cursed Vampire.
I'm a born. I have talents he doesn’t have."

Hanna looked at Aimee and smiled, "If you want me to
stay then Aimee and O go home."

He laughed again. He looked at Oliver and laughed.

Aimee hated the smug look on his face.

She glanced at Aleks, whose grip was almost ripping her
shoulder off, "I got this."

He shook his head, never taking his eyes from Jonathan,
"I just got you back."

She felt her heart break. She nodded, looking into his
crystal blue eyes, "I'm yours and nothing he does can change that."
She took a step toward Oliver. Oliver released the thin frightened Abbey. She
looked confused as she stumbled forward rubbing her sore covered wrists, Abbey
looked around, "Where is my sister?"

Aimee smiled at the frightened girl, "She's waiting
for you." Aimee whispered. She looked back at Aleks. He nodded. His jaw
was clenched. He looked pissed.

Aimee felt Oliver's fingers close around her wrist and
then she felt him flash her.

She smelled decay and mildew. She looked around at the
dark cell. It reminded her of Marcus's dungeon. He was such a weirdo.

"This is your new home."

She laughed, "Till I flash out."

She looked behind her at the tears pouring from Ophelia's
wide eyes. Her dark eye was creepy black against her light eye. Aimee's hands
were secured to the wall in a fabric. She tried to flash out of it. Fear
slammed against her.

Ophelia's mouth was gagged with the fabric.

Aimee looked at Oliver in horror as a huge man came to
stand next to him. His massive fist came at her face fast. Her head was slammed
into the rock wall behind her.

Oliver smiled and walked to Ophelia. He stroked her cheek.

Aimee tried to focus her eyes but the fist slammed into
her face again. It hurt more than anything she had ever felt. The fiery gunshot
was nothing compared to the pain she was in. She was sure her head was bleeding
in the back.

Ophelia's muffled cries filled the room.

Blackness took her eyesight, as a dark and creepy laugh
filled her mind.

"The fabric is made from Lillith's hair. It
interrupts power, if you imagine anything so bizarre."

Aimee smiled as the fist slammed into her face again,
"When I kill you I will rip your soul from your eyeballs."