by Ashley Black
“Yeah,” he snapped, sounding irritated. “Elena will finally be mine.”
Not that shit again! That’s it! I needed this man to start explaining himself to me.
Yesterday.
No more escape. Just that big sexy mouth and its scary as fuck truths.
“Can you help me with something else?” I asked Clarissa.
She licked her lips after taking an indulgent sip of vodka. “Of course.”
“How do I get him to tell me the truth?” I moaned. “Can I enchant it out of him somehow? I have less than 24 hours before Brett and his military muscle get here. I need to find out what the fuck is going on. Particularly,” I yanked at the delicate raven necklace, “the full deal on this. He is giving me nothing.”
Clarissa frowned. “I think it’s something animal based, primal, and sexual. Has he resisted something? Anything sexual with you?”
I scrunched my brow, considering hard. The only thing I remembered of resistance was his violent recoil when I had tried to lick his cock during the craziness of the attack on us in that field. I remembered the taste of salt, sugar and power. My lips wrapped around its swollen wet tip. He had yelled angrily and pushed me away from him. Then again, that didn’t seem strange because I had almost gotten us killed in my unwitting enchantment of his cock. Of course the man would act thus.
“I don’t know,” I muttered after my reflection. “But what if getting the truth out of that mouth includes him fucking me forcibly in the anus? I am not having that monstrous thing any where near my cute freckle!”
Clarissa choked on the vodka.
“What the actual fuck?”
Thorn was leaning against the doorway in full Cellrager get up. The usual head to toe black. The black and white mask with its dramatic hollowed narrowed eyes from which he stared out at me aghast. “Elena what the hell are you talking about?,” he slurred.
He sounded drunk.
Shit.
Why was he drunk? I panicked.
“Every one out!” he yelled moving to the side allowing Aaron and Clarissa to pass. “Elena will meet you all in the Bar shortly. I need some lonely time with my Enchantress.”
“Oh, shit” I nearly whimpered, as Clarissa rushed past me.
Aaron slid off the bench top, and folded his arms as he came to stand beside me. “I am not going anywhere fuck weed. Have you smelt you? You reek of vodka. You’re clearly unstable. I am not leaving my best friend alone with your madness.”
Thorn snarled behind the mask.
He staggered forth, gloved hands outstretched. “I ought to rip out your tongue! It never says anything remotely useful.” he roared.
Holy hell.
The man was seriously unhinged.
Scary.
Again, why was he drunk?
This wasn’t like him. Well, at least not when I was with him. When I wasn’t, I shivered. Yeah, well he tended to lose his shit.
Was it a side effect of his new fucked diet of hearts?
“Have you seen yourself lately Thornton?” Aaron smirked as the man staggered unsteadily. He gripped the basin for support. I saw his dark wet frenzied gaze lift to the mirror at Aaron’s invitation.
“Becoming a habit to get wasted yeah? Too many shows now I’ve seen you off your fucking face. You and Cellrager are going down. Congratulations.”
“Aaron!” I protested angrily.
His nasty wasn’t helping this situation.
“Thorn?” Voices outside the bathroom door. Jacob and Sammy burst into the room and started pulling him away from us.
Thorn let them.
“He took a walk in the garden. When he came back he was like this!” Jacob grunted rolling his shoulders in a helpless shrug.
Thorn said nothing to this.
He continued to stare at me.
The intense sorrow in the mans gaze punched my heart out.
Aaron’s arm wrapped around my shoulders and squeezed.
“Bob’s been unwell this morning.” Sammy’s brown eyes narrowed on me. “We had to get the medic’s here. I think Thorn was trying to,” he dipped his head, clearly uncomfortable with the lead of the band’s magical persuasions, “help him.”
“I am not enough,” Thorn mumbled thickly. “Dad is going to fucking die because I am not enough. There is only one person who can help me. Please,” he begged brokenly, his tortured gaze slid to the tips of black boots. “I will not crawl to that man for help.”
Sammy sighed, giving Thorn an affectionate slap on the back. “You wont have to ask that mother fucker for help Thorn. You know how much that dude fucked you up. Not even nearly worth it. You’ll figure out a way. You always do.”
“Can I have a moment with Thorn alone?” I asked.
Aaron’s grip on me tightened. “El, fuck no!”
Sammy and Jacob exchanged a look, but nodded in agreement.
“We’ll stay close, Aaron,” Sammy motioned for him to retreat from the bathroom.
“He can be unpredictable at the best of times. Drunk, it’s fucking mayhem,” Sammy warned.
Thorn was silent, chest heaving, gloved fists curled and shaking at his sides.
I could hear a murmuring din beyond the closed bathroom door.
Yep, Sammy had been right, they were sticking close.
“I am sorry to hear about your dad,” I said quietly.
I truly was. It would have cut up his non-existent soul to not be able to help him.
Thorn grunted and whirled back to the basin. He pulled off his mask.
I expected his usual flawless visage, but was surprised to see a bandage over his nose instead. His huge hand flashed to the vodka bottle. His face rippled in the briefest fit of pain before he pried off the bandage. He poured the vodka over the ugly wound my friend had inflicted that morning.
“Your nose,” I said stupidly.
“I cannot heal it, well at least … not yet. I am fucked Elena. I used even the source power when I unsuccessfully tried to heal my dad this morning. I am weak. If that cult leader were to come here now to kill you, I would not be able to do a fucking thing.” He laughed bitterly as he replaced the manky bandage across the bridge of his nose. He tipped the vodka bottle up to his lips and urgently gulped it down.
“Stop,” I begged. “You’ve had enough. You don’t need more. Please!”
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and slipped the bottle into the deep pocket of his black coat instead. “You are right,” he said weakly and pulled me unsteadily against his giant chest. “I need all of it.”
“No!” I protested angrily. I pushed off his chest and gave him an angry shove. “Stop this shit Thorn. Snap out of it. You are better than this.”
His dark green eyes fell shut. Tears glimmered at the corners of his eyes.
I reached up and pulled his face down to mine.
We breathed against each others lips.
“I am sorry I am not the warrior for you,” he mumbled thickly.
I tilted my head, peering up at his gorgeous, tortured face.
“What?”
I was filled me with the deepest, most disturbing ache of unease.
“Yes,” he groaned and slammed his hips to mine. “This is a war Elena. I am supposed to be your warrior.”
“Then let me be yours, and mine,” I whispered. All of me pulled to this insane gorgeous man.
We were now as close as we could be without him touching me on the inside.
Sex to sex.
His mouth covered mine in a possessive caress and suck of salty lips.
His tears splattered hot onto my upturned face.
He thrust his pumping boner against me as he slammed me against a wall. His tongue pushed open my mouth and licked keenly, in maddening strokes.
I groaned against his lips.
Oh shit. I couldn’t handle this man.
I pushed him back a step, breaking the delicious contact with that mouth.
We stared at each other.
His hand
drifted to the groin of his black jeans and gave the bulge there a decisive tug. “You are seriously going to deny my boner its home? How could you? The sweetness of your pussy. I am the bone inside your soul Elena. Because fuck me, that thing needs some substance woman.” Then his lips curled in a sneer. “Tiny soul. Perhaps I can -”
I cried out when his body collided with mine in a surge of crazy, pinning me against the wall. “Fill it out a little.”
His hot hands were pushing up my dress.
I let him. Staring. Horrified. My heart had fallen to my feet and I saw it sliding away from me across the bathroom tiles.
No. No. No! My mind railed in a symphony of resistance.
“At least I have a soul!” I protested.
He had my panties tugged half way down my thighs when he simply stopped.
He stepped back from me.
His dark green eyes were wild with lust and fear. His hands up in his hair. “Get away from me Elena. Please. I don’t know who I am any more. I meant what I said. I am not the warrior for you. Stay very far away from me until I am worthy. Be with Brett. Be with who you must. You are free of me. I am unworthy.”
Seven
“Can you explain why we are here again?”
Clarissa shot me a scathing look before signaling the bartender impatiently. Her wine colored lips lengthened in a line of disapproval. “Espresso martinis,” she ordered, without checking what Aaron and I wanted.
Although those sounded perfectly all right to me.
“Yeah El what gives?” Aaron asked softly, eyes narrowed in concern. “We should blow this place.”
I flinched. After I had resolved I would test my ‘blow job eliciting the truth’ theory on Thorn’s cock that night, I was a little sensitive to the word ‘blow’.
If Thorn resisted me giving him head, I would not make a big deal of it tonight.
Tomorrow however, I would tie him down, rape the mayhem between his legs with my mouth and ask him the long list of questions I craved answers to.
I was mortified at the dampness that slicked my panties at the thought.
A shiver of a thrill whispered along my skin. Unbidden, an image of him thrashing and writhing beneath the heated wet pull of my mouth exploded in my mind.
Oh, hells yes!
“El?” Aaron impatiently snapped his fingers before my glazed eyes.
We were in the bar Thorn apparently owed the good friend who owned it, a Cellrager appearance. This bar was one of Thornton Darko’s favorites. It was the place he had been in when I had met him online. Depreche Mode.
It was full of black silver décor, and neon purple lights.
It was so gloriously tragically 80’s, I loved it.
Drinks in hand, we moved from the bar and sank into the comfortable embrace of black well worn leather seats facing the dance floor.
I took a grateful sip of my espresso martini and set it down.
“You’re free of the wicked wizard.” Clarissa sighed happily. She gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You realize this yes? Thorn would not be happy about it sure. But he would let you go willingly, if you wanted that.”
Her inflection on ‘wanted’ bothered me. “What I want is to see if I can get some truth out of that man, so we’re here. I told him I was all or nothing with him. Just because he is having a crisis in confidence about his ability to protect me. I am not going to abandon the man.”
Clarissa smirked. “It is more than a crisis in confidence Elena. Thorn is fucked. He really drained his Warlock juice today trying to heal his father.”
My heart did that thing where it cracked open inside my chest.
“And you sound so pleased about it!” I replied hotly, my eyes narrowed in a fierce glare. Holy hell where was all this misplaced protectiveness for Thornton Darko coming from?
She blinked at me in surprise. “Why so defensive Elena? What aren’t you telling us about this situation babe?” Her stare pinned mine. “Why are you really here?”
“Because, I want him.” I felt my bottom lip wobble. “I won’t ever be free of that man because I want him.”
“You what!?” Aaron started to explode, round face reddening.
Clarissa pulled me to my feet, pointing to the dance floor. “Hey look, I think the show’s about to blow!”
I could have slapped the bitch for using that unfortunate word.
She leaned in close. “Sorry, sorry, I’m not trying to be nasty. Believe me, I know what you are going through. I dated a warlock once. Things got messy. He left me a shell and scattered my contents to the corners of the universe. It took a long time for my incoherent soul to come back together. I sort of hate warlocks now. Anytime I encounter one, I only see what he did to me.”
“I’m sorry,” I said hollowly.
The stage before us suddenly darkened. Red led lights bathed it, and in crackling hissing flame CELLRAGER surged cut up the dark. That word incited so much excitement inside of me for the music and man I loved and revered so much.
“Wanna dance?” my new girlfriend tugged excitedly on my hand while she downed her espresso martini.
I did the same and flashed a faint smile. “Hell yes!”
Aaron huffed in disgust and tailed after us as we claimed our position close to the stage.
Thorn’s rich deep thrilling sensual voice rushed over the crowd as he began softly singing his dark poetry. He remained unseen as the set dudes rushed around adjusting some last minute things on stage. His voice was spellbinding.
I closed my eyes and just listened.
That’s my heart.
A sinister treasure
Everyone wants to steal it.
That’s my heart.
Let her help me FEEL it.
Screams tore my eyes open.
A surge of bodies pressed Clarissa and I closer to the stage. Crimson light exploded all over the sexy bad ass that was Thornton Darko. The band launched into the insanely popular song ‘Black Hole Heart’ – the song I remembered he had been about to film a music video for out in the desert when Brett had shown.
Everyone went duly berserk around me.
I was close enough to see Thorn’s eyes were closed beneath the mask as he belted his very soul into the microphone.
Clarissa pulled me into dance.
I forgot my pain, confusion and despair momentarily as I wiggled my ass. Aggressively swaying my hips, I tossed my hair in careless, happy abandon.
I felt fucking electrified.
Fantastic.
Aaron held up his phone as some others were doing and filmed the magic. Cellrager live in the Depreche Mode Bar in Mexico.
I loved the fuck out of that man in the mask.
I loved the man not wearing the mask even more.
“Hey El, over here. Thorn has requested a platform for dancing pussy!” Clarissa laughed excitedly, motioning me forward. I had always thought this was a very unfortunate part of the Cellrager show but every appearance Thorn insisted on an elevated dance platform for women (sometimes men) for his viewing pleasure. He had insisted jokingly in interviews that it improved his performance.
“Hey I’m coming too!” Aaron protested behind us. Hmmm, somehow I don’t think my best buddy dancing his ass off was going to inspire a greater performance out of Thornton Darko.
We met quite a line of excited dancing pussy potential when we went to the platform. “Time to work your charm Enchantress!” she encouraged. Clarissa shoved me forward into a beefy security’s face who was carefully manning the hideously tacky thing.
I stared into the eyes of the imposing man mountain who blocked us. I felt a smile curve my lips as I pressed my body close to his. His hands came to rest on either side of my face. I blinked slowly at him and felt my energies, my wishes, my wants and desires wrap around him and penetrate.
Dampen his will.
Make him helpless to succumb to my will and designs.
His lips parted and his breathing quickened.
His pupils fli
ckered madly, like a sensual storm had disturbed them.
Because that is what I was right now for this man.
A sensual storm.
“Uh,” he turned and ordered the other ladies off the platform. “Just these three,” he gestured helplessly at Clarissa, Aaron and I. “As long as they want.”
Boo’s and some howls of protest rang out around us as we were helped onto the platform.
My heart was pumping in terror at what I had done.
Aaron gripped my arms in giddy excitement. “You did really good El! Holy shit! This is amazing woman!”
I felt Thorn’s gaze on me.
His stare was fucking me hard from beneath that mask.
As Aaron bobbed up and down, Clarissa pulled me around in front of her, bent me forward and thrust herself into my ass. “Twerk that ass for me Enchantress! Holy shit why should the Warlocks have all the fun?” She hollered.
She was supernaturally loud.
Probably, because the woman was a supernatural creature. A very drunk and horny supernatural creature apparently.
Thorn faltered a little in the song, eyes narrowing behind the mask.
I laughed, wiggling my ass against her mound, before spinning around and pulling her against me. We rubbed up and down each other fast at first, then real slow.
We stared into each other’s eyes.
Desire.
Crackling around our writhing bodies.
I wanted her to want me.
I blinked, snapping myself out of the dangerous thought drift.
My powers were starting to scare the living shit out of me.
I noticed we had attracted quite a little audience of morbid onlookers to our tragic dance.
Offerings were made.
Expensive cocktails. Shots. I drank most of them.
The stage quietened and darkened, signaling a set change for Cellrager.
“I need to sit,” I panted to Clarissa and Aaron as we stumbled off the platform. “I’m done with the pussy dancing stage.”
“Oh,” she pouted, looking disappointed. “That was so much fun.”
She linked arms with Aaron and they both drew ahead of me, heads bent in excited conversation.
A shadow fell over me. I felt a cool hand grip me by the back of the neck.
