11. Draven
11
DRAVEN
The rage builds inside me as I watch Luc pinning Matilda to the bed. Her naked body is pressed against him, and the sight of it makes my blood boil.
“Get off her. Now.”
“Or what?” Luc challenges, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “You gonna fight me, Draven? Right here in front of your precious little witch?”
I step forward, ready to do just that, when Matilda’s voice cuts through the tension.
“Stop it, both of you!” she snaps, pushing at Luc’s chest. “I’m not some prize to be fought over.”
Luc chuckles, finally rolling off her, to my relief. “Oh, but you are, sweet Matilda. You just don’t know it yet.”
I move swiftly, grabbing Luc by the throat and slamming him against the wall. “I warned you,” I snarl, my fingers tightening. “She’s mine.”
Luc grins despite my grip, his eyes flashing with defiance. “Is she? Because from where I’m standing, she seems pretty interested in what I have to offer.”
“Enough!” Matilda’s voice cuts through our confrontation. We both turn to see her standing on the bed, the sheet wrapped around her body, her eyes blazing with fury. Pink sparks of magick crackle around her, making her hair float in an invisible wind. “We are not doing this so we can all get expelled,” she says desperately. “I need to be here. Draven…” Her pleading gaze is the only thing that makes me release Luc. She’s right. I can’t jeopardise her safety over Luc being his usual dick self.
I release Luc with a rough shove, my eyes never leaving Matilda. She’s a vision, standing there wrapped in the sheet. But there’s real fear in her stare of being sent away from this place of refuge.
“You’re right,” I say softly, taking a step back. “We can’t risk your place here.”
Luc straightens his shirt, that infuriating smirk still on his face, but he is curious as a fucking cat about Tilly needing to be here.
“Get out,” I growl at him. “Now.”
He holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Fine. I’m going. Sweet dreams, Matilda. I’ll be right next door if you need me.”
He flames out, leaving me and Matilda alone.
“Are you okay?” I ask, moving closer to the bed. “Did he hurt you?”
Matilda shakes her head, sinking down onto the mattress. “No, I’m fine.” She looks up at me, her blue eyes searching mine. “You two really hate each other, don’t you?”
I sigh, sitting down beside her. “It’s complicated.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“You’re deflecting again. What was he doing in here?” I need to know. Did she invite him in, or did he force his way in here? I don’t know which is worse.
She sighs. “He came to me in my dreams. But then he saved me from my nightmare.”
That catches my attention. “He saved you?”
She nods.
Interesting. Luc has never saved anyone but himself. But that sounds all too familiar. This witch has got us all twisted around, that much is clear.
“What was the nightmare about?” I ask, studying Matilda’s face.
She looks away, her fingers twisting in the sheet. “It was... it was about the warlock who made me do things to him.”
My blood runs cold, and the urge to kill has never been stronger, but she doesn’t need me going full necro on her right now. She needs support. I reach out, gently tilting her chin so she’s looking at me again. “You’re safe here, Matilda. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Draven,” she breathes, her lips parting slightly.
I growl softly, my hand sliding to the back of her neck. “Tell me you want me, Matilda.” I want to ask her to confirm with words that she wants me and not Luc, but I don’t do that to her. This witch has multiple, deep, painful layers, and this is the first time she has tasted freedom by the sounds of it. Who am I to stand in her way, even if she decides she wants to be with Luc?
She leans forward, pressing her lips to mine in a searing kiss. Pulling back slightly as she crawls into my lap, she cups my face and leans her forehead against mine. “I do want you.” Her hands go between us, and she unzips my pants, releasing my cock. She takes it in her hand, stroking it, tugging it until I’m going to cum all over her hand. With a soft growl, I lift her up, and she slides down onto me, encasing me with that slick heat that makes me groan with longing. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Before tonight, I’d only ever had sex once before.”
I stare into her eyes as she rides me slowly, rotating her hips and moaning softly.
“You are perfect, Matilda,” I murmur as she coats my cock, drenching me as her arousal spikes at my praise. She needs it. She craves it. She has been starved of it. “So fucking perfect. So beautiful.”
Matilda rises and falls on my cock, her hot, little cunt riding me slowly. Her eyes are locked on mine, filled with desire and vulnerability. I grip her hips, guiding her movements as she moves against me.
“That’s it,” I murmur encouragingly. “You’re fucking me so well, Matilda. Fuck, you make me feel so good.”
She whimpers softly, her pussy clenching around me. She is so responsive to my praise, it makes me want to keep doing it.
“You feel amazing,” I murmur, sliding one hand up to cup her breast. I brush my thumb over her nipple, and she gasps. “So wet, just for me.”
“Draven,” she moans, her pace increasing.
I thrust up to meet her, going deeper. She cries out and throws her head back.
“Come all over my cock, Matilda. Claim me. Make me yours. I will protect you with everything I’ve got.”
“Fuck, Draven!”
I capture her lips in a searing kiss as she clenches around me.
“Come for me, Matilda,” I growl against her mouth. “Let me feel you coming on my cock.”
She gasps, and her pussy clamps down as she comes hard, her orgasm convulsing her body as I take advantage of her momentary distraction to flip her on her back. I drive into her so hard, the bed rocks. She wraps her legs around me as I pound into her, thrusting so deep she screams my name. Her nails dig into my back, under my tee, drawing blood, but it feels so fucking good, I never want it to end.
Matilda’s screams of pleasure echo through the room as I drive into her relentlessly. Her pussy milks my cock with each thrust.
“Fuck, Matilda,” I growl, burying my face in her neck. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She whimpers, her legs tightening around my waist.
Her back arches as another orgasm rips through her. The sight of her coming undone beneath me pushes me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep inside her as I come, flooding her pussy until I can feel it gushing back out. “Fuck, Tilly.”
“Ah!” She rolls us over with my cock still buried inside her, and she rides me again, her hands on my chest, keeping me in place as she uses my cock to please herself. It’s not the first time in my life I’ve been thankful that my cock can get hard again in a matter of seconds, but that was always for selfish reasons. Now I’m glad I can give Matilda what she needs. It’s all about her.
The room is filled with the sounds of her rough pants and the slurping of her drenched pussy sliding over my cock, pushing herself higher and higher until she trembles on top of me, mouth open and her head thrown back as her orgasm crashes over her. She is a sight to behold.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement and snap my head to the side to see Luc standing there, eyes narrowed as he watches us fucking. I smile slowly and grip her hips, thrusting deep as I come inside her, and he tears his eyes away from her to stare at me with a thoughtful look on his face. Then he disappears again as Tilly comes down from her high, and I finish unloading, my heart thumping in time with hers.
“Stay with me,” she murmurs. “Please, Draven, don’t leave me.”
“Never,” I murmur, pulling her down to kiss her. “Never.”