Witch Darkness Follows (Maeren Series Book 3)

by Mercedes Jade

  “I’ll roast your chicken,” came a whispered threat from behind her.

  She whipped around.

  Raphael was getting dressed with clothes from a dresser.

  Geer was making his way to the permanent exit he had created.

  Dragon humour, it figured it would involve fire. She hoped to survive it without getting burnt.

  Kiss me until I breathe

  Jill

  Jill was in trouble.

  Normally, she was the type to thrive if you stuck her between a rock and a hard place, for obvious reasons.

  Agreeing to Victor’s claim had made her subject to restrictions she’d previously never had to work under.

  He had no give, firm in his bossy approach.

  She’d tried to sneak around him, but that had failed miserably.

  She might mockingly ask him ‘how often she could breathe’ but he would answer, and then set a number to test her limits and obedience.

  The worst part of it was she needed it.

  All of Victor’s monitoring and instruction let her actually relax.

  Someone else was in charge of where they were going, what they were doing, and all the little things—she let that stuff slide back when she was nursing and working double-shifts.

  Her mother had nagged, but Victor ordered.

  Victor made sure she ate something healthy, rested, and didn’t forget to take care of herself.

  More importantly, he stopped her from doing reckless, crazy things—those things that used to make up for the tight control she had to maintain over the rest of her life.

  She would have burned herself out chasing after her sister across Maeren—or put her life at risk confronting the hidden horde of zombie-vampires.

  All Jill had were her trusty, new earth-sword and a fortitude born from learning to never bend her neck again for another monster to steal her power.

  Her mother said Jill’s strength was her stubbornness, but it could also be her greatest weakness.

  It sounded like a trite statement until Victor started blaming her mule-headed personality for getting her into trouble.

  The control could only go so far before she needed to rebel, even if she knew it would result in Victor tightening the reins. She felt secure that he would stop her from taking things too far.

  So, of course, she pushed and pushed and pushed.

  It couldn’t be healthy, letting a vampire tell her what she could and couldn’t do all the time.

  He didn’t do anything weird, like tell her how many peas she could eat at dinner, or anything abusive. He never forced her compliance, even with the punishments.

  She knew he would allow her to refuse, which made her submission all the more pleasing, as he told her.

  Now, she had to decide whether to follow Victor’s last order to pay him back ‘five’ minutes of kissing for her attitude on the field earlier.

  Victor didn’t repeat his instructions. He merely entered the room and stood in the middle of it. His arms were crossed over his chest as he stood there and waited.

  “Where’s the timer?” Jill asked, standing next to the bedroom door.

  Victor stripped off his shirt. Then, he crossed his arms over his chest again.

  She scowled at him, getting the game immediately.

  If she deviated from his instructions—even her attempt at delay by asking a question—he was going to up the stakes during the ‘kissing time’ by stripping off his barriers.

  Making out with a half naked Victor would be more distracting.

  She pivoted, locked the door, and then turned back to face Victor.

  “You been working out, Vic? Or does fighting a dragon just do a body good?” Jill teased, taking her time to look over what he’d bared.

  Victor uncrossed his arms. His hands dropped to his pants. He quickly unbuckled and slid his belt from the loops, letting his pants hang a little loose on his hips.

  Fine. She mimicked zipping-up her lips.

  Copying him, she whipped off her shirt first.

  He’d bought her the shirt and jeans from the Maerenian vendor selling human clothing, so she would feel more comfortable on their trip to the field today.

  She remembered to fold the shirt before she went through with her first instinct—to toss it in his face.

  Walking over to the bed, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. She shrugged out of them and added them to the neat pile of clothes.

  Victor dropped his pants.

  “What the—? I didn’t say anything and I followed your instructions perfectly!” Jill protested.

  “I never said you had to be silent or that I planned to stay dressed,” Victor answered with smug satisfaction.

  She undid her bra, letting it slide more slowly down her arms once she caught him looking at her chest.

  Ha. His dick approved of the striptease. Victor had gone commando, per usual.

  The bra went on the pile. She caught her panties at the hips, stretching out the elastic sides.

  Suddenly, she turned around. Victor had complimented her ass once before.

  She went up on her toes, as if she was in high heels. Her ass tightened, showing off her hard earned figure. Then, she slowly pulled her panties down her long legs, bending over.

  Victor would get a prime view of her raised bottom.

  Fighting embarrassment, she widened her stance a little, letting him get a peek at her wet pussy.

  “Remind me, what am I supposed to do once I take off my panties? Isn’t it your move next? Something about sitting on the bed, so I can straddle you?” Jill asked.

  She had to give Victor’s control credit. He hadn’t tried to touch her, whether to spank her teasing ass or dip his fingers into her wet pussy.

  He also didn’t give the answer she’d expected.

  “Stay there,” Victor ordered.

  “Not part of the original punishment. You improvising?” she asked, although she didn’t move out of position.

  “Improvisation? Absolutely. Stay on your toes, keep that ass up. Panties around your ankles but not off. You can touch yourself.”

  The sudden spate of orders threw her off her game.

  What was he planning?

  “Am I allowed to climax?” she asked.

  “Thank you for remembering to inquire. As this is a punishment, no. That rule doesn’t apply to me. Has any male ever cum over your virgin pussy, Jill?”

  She went to pop back into a stand, but Victor’s warm hand met her back. He eased her down once more. She trembled to hold the position, well aware of how close Victor was standing.

  “Are we going to do this instead of kissing?” Jill asked, feeling excitement that was hard to temper.

  Vampires were so possessive and aggressive compared to humans. Their beastly hungers drove them—or so witches claimed.

  Victor was marking her by cumming on her, the same as a vampire bite.

  “You still must do your punishment. Say, ‘no’ if you refuse to let me do this as well. I won’t force it,” Victor said.

  His voice was neither compelling or demanding. He simply stated.

  If it wasn’t for that warm hand, fired with his power and lust, she wouldn’t have known how much Victor wanted to mark her with his cum.

  “D-do it,” Jill said with a slight stutter. Embarrassment was turning her face pink.

  Victor jerked his cock, his hand smoothing over her back.

  “I want to eat you out—with you bent over a desk—one of these times. My hand will spank your ass every time you wiggle.”

  “You haven’t even finished punishing me now and you’re already planning for the next time?” Jill complained.

  She squeezed her thighs together, her body’s reaction much different from the whine she’d voiced.

  “It won’t be a punishment. You are going to beg for my hand and my tongue, equally. I’ll make you orgasm, as much as you want, Jill. I won’t be holding back once these punishments are done.”


  With that dark promise, he pushed her down a little further and groaned.

  Hot cum splashed her thighs, then more on target.

  She’d tease him for climaxing so fast, but she was sure if she touched herself, with him watching, it would have been over for her just as quick.

  He fisted his hand on her back, not pushing any harder. She heard him take a deep breath, then another, and finally, he lifted his hand off.

  Without a word to direct her, he climbed on top of the bed and sat with his back against the headboard.

  He waited silently for her to join him. Just like everything else, in which he exerted control, he allowed her to make the choice whether or not to follow his lead.

  She climbed on top and straddled him, well aware that she was wet between her legs.

  His release, combined with her arousal, made quite the mess.

  It felt like a good kind of dirty. She imagined herself demanding he crawl between her legs and lick her clean.

  Would a control freak like Victor ever do something like that, following her command?

  How about Alexander if he joined them in the bedroom?

  Using water from his gourd that he had left uncorked and leaning against the bed, Victor floated a small sand time-glass he’d had hidden in the room over to the bed. It bobbed in the water hold.

  She watched as he floated the glass to the right of them, all of the sand at the bottom.

  “That’s five minutes?” Jill asked, eyeing the amount of sand.

  “Are you ready?” he asked instead of answering.

  She leaned forward and kissed him to reply, seeing the time-glass tipped upside down from the periphery of her vision.

  Victor had known exactly what he was doing in setting up this ‘kiss punishment.’

  He didn’t need to touch her to use fire to arouse her her body, which was already primed with his territorial marking of her pussy.

  Within only a couple of minutes, her lips had left his to gasp and moan, putting some distance between them—well before the sand at the top of the time-glass was empty.

  “That is one, Jill,” Victor reminded her as he flipped the time-glass again with his magic.

  He didn’t sound smug, his breathing as harsh as hers and his body tight underneath her.

  She growled at him, taking his lips rougher this time.

  Perhaps if she bit him, made it hurt, he’d stop lazily playing with her body, teasing. She’d keep him on edge instead. Vampires loved bite-play.

  The ‘kiss-punishment’ was close to tipping them past the point of no return in the delicate balance they had struck. Dominance and submission were getting mixed-up.

  Magic from her playful nip—accidentally nicking Victor’s tongue as he thrust it into her mouth, mindless of her rough treatment—set her afire.

  She pulled away from his mouth again, gasping like a tween gulping her first shot of whiskey.

  The magic was so potent in his blood.

  “That’s twice,” Victor said.

  He bound her wrists with water as he dropped the time-glass to the blanket, no further warnings provided.

  Her body was flipped under his to lie across the bed before she could shout foul. Her water-bound wrists were fastened to the headboard.

  Then Victor took over their broken kiss as he’d threatened earlier. He took his time, once he had her at his mercy, stretching seconds into minutes.

  His tongue explored her lips, and teeth, and her shyer tongue, as he duelled her for possession of her mouth, doing his best to dominate her even with that small aspect of him.

  It wasn’t all kisses. His muscled frame laid out on top of her curves. He splayed her thighs with his fiery touch and sent magic-bonds to wrap around her ankles and bind her legs, wide-open, to the bedposts.

  She knew he had used fire for those bonds so that she could break the hold on her lower half if her fear of being tied got the best of her.

  The legs were much different from her wrists. She was still a virgin, and not quite ready to have sex.

  The little details, the small things. Victor never forgot them, even as he drove her out of her mind with his unrelenting seduction.

  She submitted. He rewarded her with the first amazing thrusts of his reawakened arousal, pressed up against her aching core.

  She moaned against his tongue in her mouth, nipping him again in response, and rolled her hips up as much as her bound legs would allow.

  He ripped his mouth from hers and whispered dark nothings against her neck. He made promises to plunder her virgin-body with his wicked touch and then his mouth.

  His hands stroked every inch of her soft skin, followed by his sharp fangs. Blood-lust had swollen them to feeding length.

  Yet, he was careful not to nip carelessly, only teasing.

  He trailed his mouth over her pointed nipples that had been pressed against his chest, then sucked them into his mouth.

  Pulling up, he licked her now sensitive nubs.

  “I had some lovely clamps custom made for these delicious nipples,” he whispered.

  He flicked one swollen bud with his tongue.

  “What?” she asked, arching her head back and her chest up towards his mouth.

  “The clamps will make your nipples blush dark-red, full of blood. When I release the clamps, the exquisite pleasure and pain will leave you begging for me to suckle your ripe berries.”

  “But no biting!” she insisted as he let her feel the edge of a fang along one nipple.

  “Not unless you beg to come. My bite is orgasmic with you so primed,” Victor teased, his hot breath licking at her nipple along with the fire of his magic.

  The whole time he seduced her with his plans for her sexual submission, he rocked his cock against her naked pussy.

  Her wet arousal and his cum from earlier were rubbed all over, between their bodies.

  She shamelessly rocked back against him, feeling like a teen mimicking the act without completion. Third base had never felt so far from a home run.

  He finally came to a shuddering stop, his cock nestled in the folds of her pussy. His fangs hovered over the pulse in her neck. He groaned for his own hard-fought control.

  “Not yet, wicked seductress,” he finally said, his voice rough with lust.

  He released her water-bound wrists and fire-bound ankles. His hands went from teasing her to petting. His touch was aimed at calming her body from the peak he had been driving it.

  That was when the lecture had started.

  “You and your sister were foolish to tempt any vampire to take a taste. Did you really think one quick feed would ever be enough? If Daemon hadn’t—”

  “Elizabeth isn’t your claimed. My sister is old enough to make her own decisions. As am I. Now, if all you wish to do is nag, I’d rather be left alone for a few minutes to take care of the priming you’ve left unfinished.”

  For once, Jill felt bold and comfortable enough to tell a male exactly her preference.

  He shushed her, those calming hands brushing down her sides. He was still over top of her, his weight and warmth feeling good.

  A temptation of a hard, hot body to rub up against if it wouldn’t also embarrass her.

  “Don’t forget the terms of our agreement and claim,” Victor reminded her when her hips made a mindless little thrust up.

  “Rules? You might be in charge of most things right now because of my mistake . . . but don’t think you own my body or my fingers. I’ll flick the bean if I want to and you can’t stop me!” Jill stubbornly told him.

  His eyes darkened.

  “Do you need a better reminder, Jill?” Victor asked. He shifted up her body to look her right in her eyes.

  She gave him her best glare, and wiggled under him.

  Purposely grabbing his muscled arms with blue-fire on the tips of her fingers, she dug her nails into his biceps, sending a spark of her power along his skin.

  “Unless you apologize for challenging our agreement or tell me to stop
, I won’t let up,” Victor warned her.

  He slid back down her body.

  She let go of him, feeling wary, but not ready to give in yet and look weak.

  He reached for her hands and brought them to his head, encouraging her to grip his hair he moved down her body.

  A nipple got the softest of his nips, a quick pinch between his teeth that was pressure and no pain.

  “You’re mine,” he possessively told her after letting the nipple go. “I’m going to teach you that your pussy is mine, too. Your body will become so attuned to my touch that your fingers will never get you to the peaks that I can send you flying,” he taunted.

  She pushed his head down further.

  “Lick me. Clean up all that mess you made,” she ordered, like she’d fantasized earlier.

  He growled but moved where she pushed.

  His tongue stuck out to lick her navel.

  She gasped as fire followed his lick, then continued down her taut abdomen, ahead of his mouth, until her pussy was warmed by his magic.

  Wetness soaked her centre, most of it all her as she flooded away his cum with her new arousal.

  No male had ever licked her clit. She only had her fingers and her imagination.

  He reached the tiny triangle of dark curls covered in her wetness from their earlier play.

  His chin rubbed against her first, the rough hint of whiskers from not shaving his face for a few days a shock her to smooth pussy lips as he lowered himself.

  Dark eyes flashed with fire at her as he put his hands on her thighs and forced them apart with a sure grip and an impatient push.

  His mouth opened with a hot breath, exhaled over her exposed pussy.

  Magic licked her clit and then his tongue, sucking the sensitive nub, after he’d flicked it, while looking in her eyes.

  She jackknifed her hips at the electrifying, heated touch that sent shocks of arousal into her core. Her inner muscles spasmed and tightened.

  If he hadn’t been holding onto her hips, she might have shoved her pussy right onto his face.

  As it was, she got a glimpse of a hot smirk as he raised his head and arched a brow at her, then he dove in.

  He ate her pussy over and over, letting her cream drip onto the bed.

  It was nothing like her own touch. He did everything he’d promised, spoiling her for anything less than the sexy, dominant prince between her thighs, claiming her with his possessive surety.