by Lane Hart
“No, I’m not. Just stay right there! Please!”
“I want to touch you. I need you to touch me!” she exclaims throwing her legs off the side of the bed. “It hurts so bad.”
“I know,” I respond. “I’m hurting too.”
“You are?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“Then come back and touch me, Kingston.”
“I-I can’t right now. But why don’t you show me?” I ask, hoping to buy some time. Licking my dry lips, I tell her, “Show me where it hurts, Harper.”
With not even an ounce of hesitancy or self-consciousness, thanks to the potion, Harper lifts up her skirt and spreads her legs, flashing me her white cotton panties. “Here,” she says, her hands tightly gripping the bedsheets on either side of her.
“Where exactly?” I ask around the lump forming in my throat and the sweat breaking out on my brow as my cock hardens even more in my pants.
“In my panties,” she tells me softly.
“Touch the spot that hurts,” I encourage her.
“Okay,” she agrees, and then ever so slowly slides her fingers underneath the waistband. I watch in agony as her hand disappears until her moan draws my eyes back up to her face. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are closed as she plays with herself like it’s a brand new, exciting experience. Maybe it is and I’m an evil bastard for encouraging her.
“Harper, have you ever touched yourself like that before?” I ask as my chest heaves with my quickening breaths, my own fingers yearning to be shoved into my boxer briefs to wrap around my shaft and give myself some relief. Or better yet, have Harper’s small hand stroking me…
She shakes her head side to side in response. Her hand goes still, and then she opens her eyes blinking in a shocked panic. “Oh no. My father told me not to.”
Fuck. She’s so innocent she’s never even masturbated before, and here I am desperate to get inside of her.
“He was wrong,” I tell her before she freaks out and stops. I’m guessing the tranquilizer knocked us out for at least twenty or thirty minutes, so we only have to endure another half an hour before Harper is back to her normal shy self. “There’s nothing wrong with making yourself feel good, sweetheart. Nothing at all. And it will feel good if you keep going until you come.”
“I know that,” she says.
“You know…what?” I ask.
“What it feels like to come,” Harper responds, and then her eyes slam shut, telling me she’s getting back into it again. What is she talking about? If she hasn’t ever pleasured herself, then how…
“Someone else made you come,” I say in understanding.
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Can’t say.”
“Tell me his name,” I order, a bastard for commanding her to respond when she can’t resist.
“Rowan.” She whispers his name sweetly like it’s sacred, so softly I almost missed it.
Rowan.
Why does that name sound familiar, especially when it’s not all that common? A face pops up in my mind, one of a big, burly beast of a man. No, not just a man but a shifter…
“You’ve been fucking around with a shifter?” I yell at her.
Harper nods her head and grins without the hand in her panties stopping. “He’s so kind and gentle and good with his fingers…”
I’m gonna kill him.
That’s the first thought that goes through my mind after realizing my witch has been doing who knows what with an animal who doesn’t deserve to lay a finger on her.
I’m drowning in a sea of red jealous rage when Harper goes on to say, “But Drake’s even better with his tongue.”
I’m left stunned and outraged as she gasps and moans and convulses through her orgasm, and so horny I may die.
Not only has Harper been screwing around with a shifter but also a fucking vampire. A motherfucking vampire who could kill her! Both of those males are dangerous, but by far the most worrisome is Drake. As soon as we get out of here, I’ll kill the shifter; and then I plan to string up and torture the vamp since they’re so hard to kill. By the time I’m through with him, he’ll wish he was dead!
Once she’s finished, Harper falls backward onto the bed, her spread legs still hanging off the edge, giving me a nice long look at her panties that are now damp in the center. I can smell her arousal from here, and I want to crawl back over and lick up every single drop before I sink my dick inside of her and mark her as mine. Not only will I take her virginity, but I’ll keep on fucking her until her belly swells with my babies growing inside of her.
“That did feel good,” Harper says, snapping me out of my outrage enough to realize my hand is on my cock that’s sticking out of my pants, jerking it for all I’m worth. When did that happen, and where did those insane, homicidal thoughts come from?
Disgusted at myself, I tuck my dick back into my pants, even though I’m in agony.
I don’t say a word to Harper, letting the silence stretch out, waiting for the potion to wear off. At the same time, I wish it could last. I enjoy being wanted by Harper, even if it is just the potion talking. Soon, I’ll be lucky if she will even say a word to me.
A short while later, Harper pulls her legs up so that she’s lying on her side, watching me.
“Why don’t you come up here with me?” she asks.
“That’s not really what you want,” I assure her.
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not,” I reply, tipping my head up to stare at the ceiling instead of her so that I’m less likely to give in to the temptation.
“I’ve wanted you since the first night we met,” she says, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s really true. “When you put this stupid collar on me, I wanted to slap you.”
“It’s no longer activated,” I finally admit.
“It’s not?”
“No.”
“So I can leave?”
“I hope you won’t,” I reply. “It’s not safe for you to leave the grounds unprotected.”
“But if you came with me, I could leave for a little while?” she asks.
“If it were up to me, I would let you,” I explain. “But I don’t think the masters would approve.”
“I don’t like them,” Harper says. “Who put them in charge?”
“They did,” I tell her. “The warlocks make up the majority of the supernatural beings; therefore, they run things.”
“That’s not fair. The other supernaturals should all get a say too.”
“Once you become a powerful witch with powerful children, maybe they’ll crown you their queen,” I joke.
“Aren’t you supposed to be king someday?” she asks. Giggling, she adds, “Your name is Kingston after all.”
“No, I’ll just be one vote of three.”
“Still, it’s a start to make changes.”
“Keep dreaming, sweetheart,” I tell her.
“Sometimes you’re kind of a jerk.”
Did she just insult me? If so, then that’s a damn good sign that the potion is wearing off.
“Tell me how you really feel,” I tease.
But Harper misses the sarcasm and says, “You’re quiet but not in a good way. More like…secretive. Also, you’re pretty arrogant. I mean, sure, you’re nice to look at and you’re smart, but you act like you are god’s gift to women. And men.”
“No, I don’t,” I counter. “I’m Satan’s gift to women and men.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Harper mutters to herself. “Not to mention Rowan told me not to trust you.”
“Fuck him,” I snap. “Just wait until I get my hands on that piece of shit shifter!”
At that, Harper sits up and looks at me with her mouth gaping. “You can’t hurt him!” she declares. “Promise me, Kingston!”
“Give me one good reason,” I huff. “He’s an animal who never should’ve laid a hand on you.”
“I care about him,” she says. “And if what you
said about the collar is true, he’ll help me leave. The warlocks would be screwed then, wouldn’t they?”
Leaning my head against the wall, I say, “Ah, I think it’s safe to assume the potion has worn off.”
“What potion?” Harper asks.
“The love potion I made, and my father gave you.”
“That’s what he drugged me with?” she exclaims indignantly as if it’s the first time we’re having this conversation. “What did he expect to happen?” she asks and then straightens her skirt, covering as much skin as possible. “Did we…”
“No, Harper, I wouldn’t let you fuck me no matter how adamant you were,” I grumble. “Although, you can deny it all you want, but it was more than the potion. You wanted me.”
“God, you’re so full of yourself, which is a major turnoff, FYI.”
“I know from your body temperature how much you’ve wanted me. That’s why I made the potion, to give you a little push in the right direction.”
“You made the potion? Oh my god, Kingston. What is wrong with you?” Harper seethes.
“I was only going to give you a few drops and see if you would finally get the courage to act on your feelings or at least say as much, which you did, but I wouldn’t take advantage of you while you were under the influence of it.”
“The only feelings I have for you right now is rage!” she shouts, jumping off the bed to pace and run her fingers through her hair. She has no idea how beautiful she is as she does so, or when she goes over to the wall and slams her palms on it as if trying to find the door. Eventually, she gives up and rests her forehead on the concrete and I hear her sniffles. “How long do I have to stay in here with you?”
“No idea. I think the masters are intent on keeping us here until we…”
“Forget it!” she yells. “I’m never letting you touch me. Ever!”
“Understood,” I say with a heavy exhale of disappointment. My aching erection didn’t get the memo and is still keyed up, looking for action. Damn my father. His plan backfired. If he had just let me do things my way, it would’ve taken longer but I would’ve had a better shot by not pissing her off.
“And why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” she asks.
“Because you ripped it off of me. A side effect of the potion.”
“Ugh! This is so wrong!” Harper says. Looking around on the bed, she spots my shirt, balls it up and tosses it to me before stomping back to the wall opposite me. “I hate this place!”
“You and me both,” I agree as I grab the wrinkled dress shirt and slip my arms in it, but I don’t button it up. It’s too damn hot down here, and I’m missing most of the buttons anyway.
“Why do you hate it here? You’ve got it made.”
“Maybe it looks that way to an outsider; but before you came along, my father had been seeking out human females for me, ones that may produce a powerful warlock, or as powerful as he can be with a human. He screened their DNA before he made me date them. He told me that if I didn’t choose one soon…” I trail off.
“What?” Harper asks without turning around.
“Well, let’s just say he was insisting on going at it the scientific way.”
“The what way?” she asks, finally turning around to face me and resting her back against the wall.
“Taking my…seed by any means necessary and planting it in a woman of his choosing.”
“Oh. What’s so wrong with that?”
“Because after she delivers my son, he’ll take the baby from her, and she’ll never see him again,” I tell her.
“How do you know that?” she asks.
“Because he did the same thing to my mother. I’ve never met her and never will. I don’t even know her name.”
“God. That’s awful.”
“How do you think she feels?” I counter. “She gave birth to a healthy baby boy and never got to hold him before he was taken away from her forever by the man who knocked her up and she thought loved her.”
“That would be…wow, really awful.”
“No shit. I wasn’t exactly excited to put another woman through that kind of hell.”
“Can’t you try and find her?” Harper asks.
“Can’t I try and find who?”
“Your mother.”
“Only my dad knows who she is, and he’s not very forthcoming with any information he doesn’t want to share.”
“You could try and torture it out of him,” she suggests with a half-smile.
“Don’t tempt me,” I say with my own grin.
Chapter 17
Harper
I’ve been locked in this room with Kingston for almost two days. Two freaking days!
How do I know how long it’s been? I keep asking him what time his watch says every ten minutes in between cat naps.
I’m hot, hungry and tired and there’s still an unfulfilled ache inside of me. Looking at Kingston makes it worse. But even when I’m not looking at his handsome, scruffy face with days of dark stubble on his jaw, I can smell his yummy cologne from several feet away where he’s thankfully been giving me space. His ass must be killing him after sitting on the ground for so many hours.
I try to think about something else, anything else like how Rowan was roaming around on all fours last night but tonight, if I don’t show at our meeting spot, he may come looking for me. He will, won’t he? And then there’s Drake, who can’t live without me, so he’ll seek me out at some point. Someone will help us get out of here.
“Ugh, why is it so hot in here?” I exclaim, breaking the silence when I slump down onto the edge of the bed because pacing is making me sweat even more. “Concrete is supposed to be cool.”
“They’ve apparently got the heat turned up,” Kingston responds. “They want to encourage us to get naked and to sweat out pheromones.”
I finally allow my eyes to drift over to where he’s still sitting on the hard floor, his legs stretched out in front of him and shoes crossed at the ankle. His dress shirt is still open to reveal his chest hair and rippled stomach. The thick, wavy black hair on his head is sweaty and sticking up in a million directions from all the times he’s run his fingers through it. It’s the first time Kingston has ever looked disheveled, like he wasn’t perfectly put together, and it’s incredibly sexy. Not to mention the way I feel seeing the bulging in the front of his pants…
“I would make my dick go down if I could, so please stop looking at me like that, especially since you made it clear you don’t want me,” he grumbles.
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“You’re staring at me and licking your lips like I’m an ice cream sundae with a fucking cherry on top.”
God, I hate when he’s like this, so…confident and right. Rather than reply to his accusations, I simply rub my grumbling stomach and say, “Ice cream would taste really good right about now. Actually anything to eat or drink would.”
“I know,” Kingston agrees. “But I doubt we’ll be getting anything until they get what they want.”
“For us to…”
“Yeah,” he finished.
“Screw them.”
“Don’t say screw,” he retorts. “I’m still in agony from watching your little show the first night.”
“What show?” I ask.
“While you were blinded by lust, you shoved your fingers in your panties to get yourself off.”
“I did not!” I exclaim, even though there’s a foggy memory where I’m touching myself and thinking about Rowan’s hand and Drake’s tongue.
“Sorry, but you did. And I enjoyed it. Probably more than I should have, but it was a helpful distraction to keep you from attacking me until the potion wore off.”
Jeez, that’s embarrassing to think about what I did, but at least it was the potion’s fault.
“Why didn’t you just let me?” I ask curiously.
“Because you would’ve hated me afterwards and I would’ve hated myself,” Kingston tells me. “I may want you,
but not enough to risk hurting you, not with something that you would never forgive me for.”
I don’t respond, so he goes on to ask, “If you’ve been screwing around with the vampire and shifter, why haven’t you let them have your virginity yet?”
“Well, it’s not for a lack of trying,” I tell him honestly. “But Rowan wanted to take things slow, very, very slow, and Drake was fine with being my second.”
“Listen, Harper, eventually, no matter how much you hate it, you’ve got to choose one of the warlocks before the masters try to take matters into their own hands.”
“Take it into their own hands like your father threatened to do to you?” I ask.
“Yes. And I don’t think he would use my seed or one of the younger guys either to impregnant you…”
“Ew.”
“Nothing would make me happier than to prevent that from occurring,” Kingston says. “Especially given how angry he was earlier when he found out I’ve been with other warlocks.”
“You told him?” I say in surprise.
“I was pissed off at him and wanted to hurt him.” He pulls his legs up to his chest and wraps his arms around them. “Maybe that wasn’t my best idea ever.”
“No kidding,” I snort. “Do you think – is that why he locked us in here?”
“No, I mean, he already had the syringe with a tranquilizer, so he may have intended to ask me nicely to seduce you while the potion was active and then decided to force me.”
“He really thought you would do that to me?”
“Like I couldn’t resist an eighteen-year-old girl’s advances,” he huffs. “Maybe he wouldn’t, but I can.”
“It probably helps that you also like men,” I point out.
“I may be attracted to males, but I actually prefer females,” he snaps.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything,” I try to backpedal. “I just thought…”
I’m not able to finish my thought, because Kingston shoots to his feet and then he’s storming toward me.
“You thought that because I’ve been with a few warlocks that I wouldn’t be attracted to a tempting little virgin witch?” he asks, now towering over me angrily, his legs pressed against mine. “That it was easy for me to not let you rip my clothes off and ride me?”
