He has to be working for someone. A group. An organization that wants me dead.
"Alisha." Atticus's call was followed with a firm kiss to my lips. The action was what tugged me out from the consuming void of worry that suddenly plagued me. It made no sense. I didn't know this man, what he looked like, or any other detail, but I knew down to my bones that I belonged in the care of Atticus and the others.
It felt right, but why? Is my body telling me I'm on the right path and can't drift away?
"Sweet butterfly," Atticus whispered against my lips. "You're ours. He can't have you."
"What if the others change their minds?"
"It won't happen."
"But-"
"Alisha." His deep voice held a level of firmness that paused my sudden bouts of fear. "We've already discussed the terms and conditions of our agreement. It wasn't signed in ink, but rather with blood from each of us. None of us can go against the agreement without dying. Your freedom was non-negotiable, and it's written on enchanted parchment paper. The details are as clear as day, and we did that after this individual left. We're going to merely emphasize our statement that you belong to us and there's nothing they can do about it."
"What if he attempts to fight you?"
"He can go ahead and try. I'm not going without any eyes on the situation. We did that once, and where did that leave us? Finding out that you were missing and that numerous agents in our department were dead." His voice was filled with rage while his body was already growing hot.
He held me even tighter and whispered in my ear, "No one will take you out of my grasp again, or I'll ensure the world as we know it stops turning." His deep, rumbling growl let me know that he meant every word. Then his lips pressed lightly on the side of my neck. "Do you believe me?"
"Yes." I melted in his embrace and knew without a doubt that he meant every word. It was far too easy to be lost in his comforting aura, wonderful scent, and strong arms that made me feel protected by all the evil in the world.
"Then do not fear. Just follow today's interactions and then you're free to do whatever until we come back. Again, Lyla will be here if you need her, and Titus will be protecting you from afar. You may not notice him at all, but he'll be around."
"That feels as though he's babysitting," I mumbled into his chest as I hugged him back.
"He volunteered for the role. He's definitely not babysitting you. He out of the three of them know your capabilities. At least that's what he's told me."
"Then why watch me?"
Atticus leaned back to give me a gleaming grin while he peered down at me with admiration.
"He has to make sure everyone else doesn't die."
That had me blinking in innocence, triggering a soft chuckle from Atticus as he gestured to the room. "See?"
I followed his gaze, only to realize that half the furniture was levitating off the ground. I grit my teeth and gave him a sheepish grin.
"I'll...fix that. Don't know how, but I'll work on it."
"Next week we'll train you on the basics of each of your abilities. You won't need them, but it would be good for you to know," he concluded and kissed me quickly. "Go shower. I'm going to use the other room to get ready."
"Why can't we shower together?"
"Because we both know we won't get clean if we do."
"Does that really matter?"
"Yes."
"Excuses."
"You don't know what you'll be getting yourself into, Alisha," he warned. Now that I wasn't freaking out, the sudden challenge made me test my chances.
I leaned up to whisper in his ear, "I want to be plastered on that tiled wall and fucked from behind so hard, I won't be able to walk straight today."
His eyes flickered with various colors, and I knew that I'd get exactly what I wanted as he reached for my hand and tugged me straight towards the washroom.
"You agree to the terms and conditions of your request, my marked butterfly?"
"I humbly agree and will face the consequences," I teased as he closed the door.
Those were terms and conditions I'd wholeheartedly accept until I'm left cumming in ecstasy.
Intriguing Wolf Misfit And Threatened Captivity
“What are you doing?”
“Writing.”
“Are you actually thinking of journaling?”
“Apparently it’s therapeutic,” I reasoned. “Plus, it’s not like we have much to do before we’re forced to mingle with other prisoners. The irony.”
Since it was my first interaction session, it was mandatory to fill out a booklet of what our goals were and the type of activities we were interested in.
Hard when you don't know what you used to like, and a waste of ink because it wasn't as though half these people give a fuck about what we desired.
I want freedom. What are you gonna do about it? Can't grant that, now can you? Well, fuck this bullshit activity.
If it wasn't for my current predicament, all this place would have taught me was that they were unable to keep the prison and its inmates sane, and that the guard's craved to provide discipline in the form of sexual assault.
In order to waste some time, I was randomly writing down my thoughts while attempting not to envision the hot, steamy bath I'd enjoyed with Atticus.
I licked my bottom lip at the memory. The soft tingle his lips ignited was still taunting me even now at the mere thought.
* * *
"So intoxicating."
No matter how loud the shower was, it couldn't drown the hot velvet growl of commentary that brushed my bare neck, seconds before Atticus's lips sucked my flesh.
Naked, drenched, and horny, my body was plastered against the marble tiles of the massive shower while the steam of the hot droplets left the glass box in a steamy mist.
My perky breasts and hard nipples pressed against his chiseled chest, his arms hooked around my waist while he left hickey after hickey along the left side of my neck.
It continued to amaze me that Atticus had such a wild effect on me. There was no need for second-guessing when I was naked within his grasp. I thrived on his energy like a strong drug, an addiction that was incurable.
He sparked a heat within me, one that rose with every caress of his large hands and seducing lips, leaving me wet, needy, and ready for a rollercoaster of pleasure.
Even in the shower, his cinder smell still enveloped me, making it impossible for me to resist melting in his arms and doing everything he asked of me.
He kissed me with purpose, as though my mouth contained the key to his world, and I could only imagine what my pussy could mean to him when he had his cock deep inside me.
"Atticus," I moaned heavily, desperate to feel his thickness within me and enjoy how deep it would reach with the position I'd requested of him. He could hear my desperation, my demand to be united growing by the second.
He was surely prolonging this for as long as he could, even though we both knew we had places to be and matters to attend to. Multitasking wasn't something I felt I was good at, and this situation was only proving that I sucked at it.
He gave me one last hickey on my shoulder and released my neck, only to delve into a passionate kiss against my lips. I moaned and clung to his body as I fought the urge to take matters into my own hands and slide myself on top of his cock.
"Does my marked butterfly want this cock?"
"Yes," I begged, and his hands moved from my hips to the sides of my thighs.
"Hook your arms around my neck." His directions had me mentally yelp in excitement while I did as he asked. My pussy was aching to be filled by him, and I knew it would all happen in a few short seconds.
He easily lifted me up, plastering me against the wall like a painting on display. The fluttering of anticipation was hard to contain, just as hard as it was to not slam my lips against his and get lost in his wonderful taste.
We'd had sex a short while ago, but all my senses were tingling like I'd been deprived for months.
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br /> "Do you want me, Alisha?" He was prying for my approval, and I would happily give it to him. "Yes, Atticus."
Sex made me not care about being submissive. As long as we both got to enjoy the fun, I could care less about roles.
His thick member finally slid into me, and I stifled a loud moan that begged to escape, while my forehead nuzzled against his shoulder. Nice and deep, he waited for me to catch my breath.
Leaning back, we shared a quiet look, the beads of water only making the temperature grow hotter in this spinning fantasy of arousal.
"Fuck me," I whispered, the order filled with power. I wasn't sure what came over me, but I couldn't wait any longer - the order only emphasized my impatience.
A part of me thought he'd be mad for my change of role, but his grin was priceless as his red eyes flooded with hunger. He began to push in and out of me, his thrusts igniting bubbles of pleasure deep within my core.
I moaned his name softly, my voice growing in volume as he picked up his pace. He was getting harder with each back and forth movement, and I gave up trying to think and let the swirling emotions whirl through me.
"Faster. Harder," I breathed heavily, clinging to his massive body while he fucked me. "Whatever you ask, my queen."
What a turn-on the sudden switch was. The pleasure began to build quickly with the intention of exploding at any minute.
"AH! Yes, yes, yes!" I panted, and my cries of approval were muffled by him slamming his lips against mine. He moaned into my mouth, the two of us breathing heavily as his hips moved at lightning speed.
"Fuck, yes. Suck my cock with that hot pussy, Alisha," he encouraged, pumping his cock into me at a vigorous pace. My climax was about to consume me, just as his moans and growls got shorter and quicker.
The heat was practically unbearable, but it only intensified what we both knew would hit us at any moment.
"Cum, Alisha!" Atticus's low growl left me undone as he sank his cock deep into me while he nuzzled his head against my neck and bit me hard.
"AH!" I came with a rush of pleasure, my body shuddering with waves of pleasure. Atticus moaned loudly against my neck, his hot, quick breaths teasing my neck while his hot shots of cum continued to fill me up.
With a grunt, he pulled out, letting our combined release of white cream flow out of my pussy and onto the tiled floor. I was still catching my breath, but he held me in place, my weight obviously nothing to him as he held me like it was nothing.
"I'd catch a grenade to fuck you like that again," he quietly breathed.
"As romantic as that is, I'd want you alive and not missing all your body parts, including your cock," I reasoned as I caught my breath.
"That would be a shame," he admitted. "I'd miss my pussy."
"Claiming ownership, huh?"
"I get first dibs, seeing as I claimed it first."
"You sound far too proud."
"I'm very proud," he whispered and kissed me gently. "Proud to be with such an amazing, powerful woman who’s working against all the odds that have been stacked against her.
"If you're trying to pump me up before my interaction session, it's working," I teased.
"Good," he whispered and kissed me. "I'm proud of you and will work even harder to get you out."
"You spoil me," I whispered.
"You're my mate. You deserve to be pampered like the queen you are."
"Am..." I had to pause to say it as I loosened my hook around his neck and rest my hands on his shoulders. "Is it odd for me to say I love you when I still can't remember?"
"Is that what you wish to say?" he inquired.
"Yes," I confessed quietly. "Deep down...I really do love you, and I think that love, wherever it is hidden inside me, grows every day when I acknowledge how you've made this ordeal far easier to deal with than it ever should be."
"That's my duty as your mate and husband." His assurance made me smile.
"Please," I whispered against his lips. "Be careful for me."
"As you wish, my marked butterfly," he assured me and sealed it with a kiss.
* * *
"Writing turns into drawing a penis. I hope that's giving you those therapeutic vibes," Saphire commented, her words tugging me out of the memory. I returned my gaze to the blank sheet of paper that now had a massive, detailed picture of Atticus's cock.
"Well..." I said out loud and tilted my head to get a better look at the image. "It's pretty spot on."
"You sound proud."
I kinda am. Look at the details. We drew it down to the fine hairs. We're pretty good at drawing.
"I spy with my little eye," Saphire began, "someone with a dark force of silence."
What are you referring to?
She left me in silence, and I slightly turned to my right to see that silver-white strand among the shoulder-length black strands.
Shit!
I had to fight my body's involuntary movement to flinch, my heart going from calm to frantic in a second. Now Saphire's words made perfect sense, the only warning I'd been given of Titus’s sudden presence.
His red and black mismatched eyes were gazing at my artwork, and as embarrassed as I was on the inside, I kept my exterior expression as calm and cold as a bored individual.
"Is that Atticus's cock?"
His question surprised me, that rough, deep tone of his voice making my body sizzle with heat - something only Atticus could normally do. It had to be a dragon thing, or maybe just my body still calming from shower sex.
"Yes," I finally answered.
"Hmm." He leaned away, his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. He wore a black tank top, one that displayed his muscled arms. I hadn't seen them earlier, but he had tattoos all along his arms. The swirls of various symbols automatically told me there were magic symbols intertwined through the dark inked art.
Some of the lines formed petals of what appeared to be roses, while others represented vines with thorns. Together, it was a floral masterpiece, but the hidden incantations were noticeable to me, even with my lack of remembrance of the topic.
"Why are you here, Titus?" I inquired.
His silence was prolonged, but I wasn't planning on saying anything more unless he answered me.
"Stalking," he finally said. "Art is therapeutic."
"As is writing," I pointed out.
"You're not writing," he commented.
"I was planning to." I couldn't fight the slight blush that swarmed my cheeks. "Plans changed."
He nodded and turned right around. "You should head outside the art room and down two doors."
His sudden direction made me grimace. "Why?"
"Kitty." That's all he said and shrugged. "My cock is bigger."
His sudden shift from a warning to commentary left me silent as he took three steps and his body dissolved into black shadows, leaving me alone once more.
"Kitty could be in danger," Saphire noted. "To interfere or not interfere?"
I glanced down at the paper once more and sighed. Rising from the desk and closing the notebook of blank sheets, I made my way down the thin hall of the art room, my heels echoing around me as I grew annoyed at the situation.
If this is a waste of time, I'm going to be annoyed.
"If it isn't and Kitty's in danger, we can merely channel the same frustration within our fists and have some fun." Saphire actually sounded excited, and I could feel the fluttering warmth in the pit of my stomach.
Lifting my hands to the knob, I stared at my thumb, noticing my matte black nails that had hints of purple at the tips, a new design Kitty had implemented on them to give me a "change" from my usual love for black.
"They can't hurt what's mine." My voice was as cold as ice, and it suddenly sparked a grin on my lips. "I won't have another nail technician in this dump of a place."
The sudden idea of having to replace Kitty was what encouraged me to get down to where I'd been directed to go. Titus had to have been looking over the area and noticed something fishy.
I'd have to state my appreciation for his observant nature later, for I opened the door to a circle of female prisoners. The room had to be noise-proof because the uproar of sound hit me with force.
My arrival hadn't even sparked one prisoner's interest. All of them focused on the middle of their ring: Two bulky women with red hair and red eyes hunched back in preparation to attack to my right, while Kitty was on all fours, her hair levitating with a magic force and her usual blue eyes now a fierce white.
A large, white tail that shifted from pure white to a teal blue had little sparks of electricity running through it, while blood dripped from the side of her face to the floor.
The woman at her side was intriguingly new, one I hadn't seen during our newcomer orientation.
Her wide stance was just as commanding as her floating hair of neon blues and purples. Her skin was tanned, and her lips were plump and soft pink. Her eyes were glowing with a golden force, while her clenched fists oozed with magic purple sparks and a blue aura dancing around it.
She wore an orange jumpsuit but had a dark grey beanie on her head with a yellow pin that looked to have a cat's face silhouette - could very well have been a wolf, but it was of little importance.
No magic was needed to feel her threatening aura, and I was impressed that their opponents weren't trembling in fear.
I should have interfered, but instead, I silently closed the door and leaned back against it. Crossing my arms and sealing my energy, I let my eyes take in the two forces.
"You want to see who’s worthy?" Saphire's question didn't really sound like one with her tone of voice. I had the impression that my observation was approved by her, but she was requesting my reasoning.
Kitty is powerful. You can see if from her stance. That tells me she was jumped by two before this new woman interfered. Kitty already proved herself. It's this newcomer that piques my interest.
"Indeed," Saphire agreed. "Wolf shifter."
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