by BA Tortuga
“No.” He hoisted her up and slammed her back against the wall, kissing her until his ears rang.
Her nails scratched down his spine. Little wildcat. He was going to tear her up. Marc bent, lips on her throat, sucking up a mark. His mark, not some fucking ghost’s.
“Fuck.” Lily bit out the obscenity. “No. No hickeys. Oh, damn.”
“Dirty girl.” She might just be every dream he’d ever had come true. Even his nightmares. He got one hand free, holding her up under one thigh so he could pop her butt cheek.
“Don’t you fucking do that.” She rubbed against him like a cat in heat, her wet cunt burning through her jeans. He could smell how bad she wanted him, smell how sweet she was.
“I’ll do whatever I need to do to keep you safe.” He had no idea where that came from, but he knew it was an unshakable truth. He smacked her again, then again, wishing he could see his handprint on her skin.
“Let me go.” She arched, her nipples rubbing on his chest, through their shirts. “You fucker!”
He spun, leaned back against the wall, pushed her heavy hair aside, bit her shoulder. “Pull your jeans down. Let me see you.”
She groaned, shook her head, and he swatted her butt again and again, really heating her up, loving that she pushed back toward his hand.
So damned responsive. He struggled with whether to set her down so he could get to her jeans, or just to keep going. One way or the other he wanted to make her scream.
* * * *
Lily was going to scream. Her skin ached, her jeans too tight, her body needing. “Let me go, asshole.”
He shook her, and it was so hot, it made her embarrassingly wet, made her want to beg him for more. She tried to get away, tried to climb his body and get more. She wondered if people could hear them from a street.
“Do you want me to find a paddle, baby?” That hand kept falling, the burn bright, sharp, each blow sending a new wave of lust through her.
“No.”
“Then spread a little.” When she hesitated, his hand fell harder, and she did spread then, wide enough that his fingers smacked her cunt, swatted her through her jeans, the sensation much more a throb, a thud, than a sting.
“Oh, fuck.”
“We will. After this.” His lips brushed her ear, as his hand made her sob, twist. “Want to see you spread underneath me. Want to watch your ass go red, want to taste you, lick you until you beg me to fuck you. We’re magick.”
“Don’t…” God, don’t say things like that. They made her shake.
They couldn’t be real, either. Maybe there really was magick, making her do things she wouldn’t do otherwise. This stuff didn’t happen to girls like her.
“I’m going to, and you’re going to ask for it.” His leg pushed between hers, the friction hard enough to make her eyes cross. He pushed up, giving her something to ride, giving her burning pussy the pressure it needed. She panted, her nails scrabbling against his shoulders.
“Want to bury myself in you, honey, so deep we’ll never forget it. I want to feel you, make you feel how much you’re mine.”
“Marc.” She sobbed, head tossing. “I need.”
“I know, honey.” He licked at her skin, his tongue rubbing against the hickey he’d left on her skin. When he set her on her feet she almost cried, but then he sank to the floor and pulled her jeans down around her ankles.
She stepped out of them, hands fluttering a little bit. She was half-naked in the store, wet and aching, during the day. Granny would say it was scandalous.
That made her giggle. Which cut off faster than lightning when he bent to kiss the tops of her thighs, his hands sliding up to her ass.
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she groaned. Her skin was stinging, his hands hot. But it was his mouth she was watching. It moved toward her center, his lips and tongue sliding across her skin. He bit at her thigh just a little, the bright pain making her knees weak.
She couldn’t fight her moan, and she felt the tension inside her ratchet up.
“You feel that, honey? That’s us.” Marc’s words danced over her skin. “I’m going to taste you. I’m going to make you scream.”
“Oh, God…”
He spread her wider, and her thighs shook like she was doing Pilates warm-ups. He rubbed his cheek against her curls, tugged them with his lips. He smiled as she gasped. “I can smell you; you’re making me so hard.”
Before she’d even processed his words, his tongue slipped out, slid along her slit, the sensations bringing her up on her toes.
“Mmm. God. You taste good.” He pushed in deeper between her legs, his tongue finding her clit, slapping it unerringly. Every touch made her gasp, every gasp made her dizzy for him.
“Marc.” The world seemed to start spinning, faster than she could see, and she reached down, needing to hold on. He was so solid, so perfect under her hands.
Marc didn’t answer, unless the puff of air that was his chuckle counted. He licked at her, then closed his lips around the little bit of flesh, sucking.
“Oh…” Her head fell back and she groaned, rocking hard, the ache sharp, deep.
His fingers dug into her skin, which was already hot as hell from him spanking her ass, her pussy. Spanking. What was she thinking?
Of course, she stopped thinking when Marc pushed his tongue inside her.
He propped one of her legs up on his shoulder, spreading her as he licked and sucked, switching from lapping at her clit to fucking her, moving randomly enough that she couldn’t guess his rhythm.
If she wasn’t very careful, he was going to get what he wanted and make her scream. He was damned good at that.
She tugged his hair, needing him to find a rhythm, fucking make her come.
“Stop that.” He pulled away, his hand coming down hard against her butt. Again. This time with no cloth between them.
“Oh, fuck!” She gasped, staring down at him and she needed more, needed to come. “You bastard.”
Hot, beautiful bastard. She sank her hand even deeper into his hair, the red curls clinging to her skin. She loved his textures, loved how she could see the tail of one of his lion tattoos on his forearm when she looked down, a piece of a wing on the back of his neck.
Marc laughed, then moved back to her pussy. He was giving her what she needed now, strong and deep, really pushing her.
The wall held her weight as she used every muscle she had to encourage him, to keep moving. So close. Right there. Just like that.
Come on, honey. She could swear she actually heard him, but there was no way he could be talking when his tongue was doing that. No way.
It didn’t matter; it worked. Lily cried out as her orgasm started, eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure hit her, making her shake. She could barely see, but the image of his red head against her belly would stick with her a long time.
She moaned softly, her fingers petting him as she swayed.
She was in so much trouble here. Like soul-deep, falling in love trouble.
That was just…wow. Maybe the dumbest thing ever. He slid up along her body, his mouth finding hers, and she knew she was lost. It was the easiest thing ever, to tug his jeans open, free his needy cock and rub up against it.
“Honey, I don’t… the rubbers. They’re at the hotel.” Marc’s face twisted like he was in pain, and he stared into her eyes, his body pushing against hers over and over.
“Marc…” Don’t be stupid, Lily. Don’t be stupid. Don’t be…Something in her knew him, trusted him, believed in him. She wrapped one leg around him, tilted her hips. “Please.”
Moaning, he bent his knees, then pushed back up, his cock pushing against her folds. He pulled back, pushed up again and he was inside her. Just like that.
She stared at him, lips open, his body stretching her, filling her up, so good. He felt like the perfect fit, so hot and hard that she could barely wiggle without the threat of another orgasm washing over her.
His fingers dug into her hips
, pulling her deeper onto him as he stared at her, eyes hot, wild. He started moving, his hips rolling, and he was tall enough that her toes left the ground with each thrust.
Finally he just grabbed her ass, lifted her up and drove into her, pounding her like she’d never even imagined. This wasn’t gentle lovemaking; this was wild and wonderful. He kissed her then, too, his mouth on hers leaving her breathless and almost in tears.
Her need began to build again, and when he pushed in just right, she gasped, her eyes going wide. The base of his cock pressed against her mound, pushing her, making her fly. He was hot to the touch, sweat beading up on his forehead, and he started talking…
Filthy, desperate words fell over her, and she swore she could feel them, like living things, swirling around her, and she nodded, giving herself over to them, the pressure, the pleasure.
Marc.
“Oh, God. Honey, Lily. I gotta. Now.” He was staring down at her like he was asking permission. Maybe he was. There was nothing separating them, after all.
“Now.” The air between them shuddered, and he pushed in again, driving her over the edge, one more time.
Marc came for her, his mouth slamming down on hers, his moan forcing the air right out of her lungs. He filled her completely, making her ears ring, making the world go gray for a moment.
“Oh…” She hitched in a gasping breath, feeling almost like she was going to cry, just from everything being so much. So big.
“Shh. I got you.” Marc kissed her cheek, lips sliding along to her ear. “I could get used to this.”
Her cheeks heated and her belly tightened, which made Marc moan, gently pop her sensitive ass. “Watch that, woman.”
“Butthead.”
“You can call me whatever you want, if I get to have this.” He squeezed the cheek he’d swatted.
“Yeah?” She leaned in, kissed him again, the rushing sensation inside her eased off, letting her smile, relax. She hated the little bit of hope that sprang up in her when he said things like that.
The kiss lingered, not heating up, just easing down. He let her toes touch the floor, and then he righted her clothes, far gentler than he’d been with taking them off.
“It feels different in here now.” Just a little brighter, which okay, was probably afterglow, but she’d take it.
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s better, huh?” He zipped up, but anyone could look at him and know what he’d been doing.
“Yeah.” She tried to fix her hair, but…wow.
“You look beautiful.”
“Stop it.” She felt debauched and the little cuts on her arms stung. “You look like you were hit by a tornado…What’s that?”
There were keys rattling in the front door.
“Lilith Streigha! What the hell have you been doing in here?” Granny came in, Mom pushing a wheelchair.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
She pushed past Marc, her hands not sure where to go, so the fluttered. “Granny! I didn’t know you were coming home today.”
“Apparently. Who is this?” Granny’s lips twisted in an ugly grin. “And how come this place is a wreck? What have you been doing, young lady?”
Her cheeks burned and she stammered. “I. Uh.”
“We’ve been trying to put a few things to rights that happened when you fell ill, ma’am.” Unexpectedly, Marc had her back. He stepped right up and nodded to her mom and her granny. “Marc St. Marc.”
One of Granny’s eyebrows went up. “Get out of my place and stay away from my Lily. I know your family; they’re trash.”
“Mother!” That was Mom, sounding utterly horrified.
“Granny!” Lily couldn’t believe that.
“Really?” Marc was the one raising brows now. “Grandpere Ben speaks highly of you.”
Mom stepped forward. “I’m sorry, Mister…”
Lily sighed; she was going to burst into tears, any minute. “St. Marc.”
“Mr. St. Marc. Mother’s had a serious illness, and she’s not herself. Not at all.”
“That’s not Granny.” Mikey’s voice sounded from the doorway where he held the door open, Bruja streaking out like a shot. Fuck.
“That’s not what Mom means, Mikey.”
Marc turned to look at Mikey, and there was something in his face, a calculation of sorts. Like he’d just thought of something.
“Hi, there. You must be Mike.” Marc walked over to shake Mikey’s hand. “Do you like club sandwiches?”
“With bacon.” Mikey grinned. “You’re Lily’s Lion! Hey! I like hot chocolate, too.”
Mom looked at Lily, who shrugged. What was she supposed to say? Mom, meet Marc. He just fucked me through the wall after we beat a scary ghost into a pot. He has tattoos and a great ass, and I think he makes me stupid.
“Well, why don’t you and I go to the cafe I saw down the way and get some sandwiches while Lily catches Brigit up on what’s been going on. I’m starving.”
“Okay! Lily says you eat a lot like me. Bye, sister! Bye, Aunt Hedda!” Mikey waved and walked off, and Mom stared.
“Well, okay. I like him. Where did you meet him, Lily?”
“He came into the store. He’s been helping me clean up.”
Granny sneered. She was just… there was something wrong. Like before, when she’d beaten Hedda down. Lily glanced back and forth between her mom and Granny to see if she was the only one who noticed.
“He seems like a dear.” Mom glanced around and sighed. “We’ll need to make a bigger aisle for the wheelchair.”
“I’ll take care of it.” She went to Granny, hugged her. “Glad you’re back. I missed you.”
“Nonsense. You were acting like a whore right there by the window. Get the broom.”
She backed away, looking at Mom, who shrugged, eyes exhausted. “She’s got a lot of electro-chemical stuff going on up there, plus the whole Hedda thing. Just remember that.”
“Maybe you should take her home. I’ll clean up and get things ready for tomorrow.”
“You aren’t kicking me out of my shop, girlie.” Granny snorted, pointing at her with an alarmingly bony finger.
Lily looked at Mom, who suddenly looked like she was about to collapse, just sob. “I. You need a cup of coffee and a sandwich. You could go check on Mikey on your way to the coffee shop, huh?”
No matter how scary Granny was, Lily wasn’t afraid of her, and poor Mom was fixin’ to lose it.
Mom sniffed. “Oh, good idea. You want a hot chocolate, Mother? And that latte with whip for you, sweetie?” Mom looked desperate to escape.
“Yes, that would be great, and one of those cinnamon rolls, huh? You know it.”
“I’ll be right back.” The bells on the door jangled like crazy, Lily’s mom practically running.
Silence settled over the store except for that same, stupid old clock ticking away.
She didn’t want to look at Granny. She just didn’t. “I’ll get a broom.”
“Do you think you can walk, after he fucked you?”
She winced, then it got her back up after the anger hit her. “Stop it, Granny. Mind your own business.”
Sick or not, she wasn’t going to be treated like trash.
“This is my business.” Granny’s voice sounded odd. Deeper. A little tinny.
“No. Who I sleep with is mine.” She shook her head, headed for the back and the broom, telling herself not to be scared.
“Don’t you walk away from me, you haughty little cunt!”
Lily spun around. “You watch your Goddamned…”
Granny was standing there, face twisted in a rictus, hands reaching for her. She stumbled back a step, trying to dance out of the way, but those gnarled hands landed on her, the touch black and oily and slick, somehow, making her gag.
You leave her alone! The voice was loud, familiar. Hedda.
Granny spun, like someone was dancing with her, and for a second, Lily could see a shimmering light in the shape of Hedda, right there, holding Granny’s ar
ms. Run, girl. Get Marc. Y’all can do this together. I can’t hold on. You’d best run…
Right. Marc. She turned to get to the door, to get outside, and something hit her, right between the shoulder blades. She stumbled forward, fingertips brushing the doorknob, but it didn’t open.
“No. No, Granny. Don’t. You’re sick…”
“Shut up, cunt.” The blow spun her, made her stumble as the room wavered, then those fingers—those nasty fingers that didn’t belong to her granny, they didn’t—tangled in her hair, yanking hard as she was dragged toward the back room.
Lily fought. She fought hard, but that—thing, whatever it was, had strength that wasn’t human. It pulled her inexorably back into the windowless back room, which suddenly seemed too big to be real, too dark and too damned scary.
“Help me!”
Her head slammed against the doorframe, so hard her knees buckled. “I said shut up. Give me time, you pointless bitch, and you’ll have all the help you can get. Hell, if you want, you can have this body. I won’t need it.”
Horrified, she scrabbled behind her, trying to grab a jar or a pot or anything to smash over this thing’s head. She slipped a little, flailing with one hand, and the not-Granny thing went with the momentum, pushing her down so her head bounced off the floor.
Strong fingers wrapped around her throat, and she struggled, fighting as her windpipe was squeezed. Marc. Marc, please. Help. Help me!
“Don’t worry about him, little Lily. Once I have your body, I’ll keep him happy. We’ll see how Mister Control likes leather straps on his balls. I bet I can make him come and come before I eat his insides.”
No! Marc! Granny, please…
She hoped there was something there, something of her granny still in there, but…
Nothing.
There was nothing but those eyes and hate and blackness.
Pure, unavoidable black.
Chapter Nine
“So, what do you think is up with Granny, Mike?” Mike was a tough nut. Not because he didn’t want to talk; it was more because he did. About everything. They’d been sitting at the cafe for ten minutes before Mike stopped talking about his job and about the local volunteer fire department. He needed to know what Mike's innocent heart saw so that he could help. After all, the ghost had been contained, right?
