21. Luc
21
LUC
“You rang?”
Lying in the middle of her bed, I startle her as she walks out of the bathroom, soaking wet with the towel only half covering her gorgeous body. “Ah!” she cries and drops the towel.
My eyes rove over her curves, lingering on her pussy. She reeks of arousal, and I know she was masturbating, thinking about me. I could feel it all the way next door. Not that it was difficult. I could feel arousal and desire miles away if I wanted to.
But I’m only interested in Matilda’s right now.
Matilda gasps and scrambles for the towel, clutching it to her chest. “Luc! What are you doing in here?”
I smirk. “You called my name, sweet witch. I thought you might need me to assist with your desire.”
Her cheeks flush bright red. “I didn’t... That’s not...”
“No need to be embarrassed. I could feel your desire from next door. It was intoxicating. Still is. You came hard in there, didn’t you? Screaming my half-brother’s name, but still… I was there in your mind.”
She backs away, holding the towel tighter. “You broke into my room,” she hisses. “Again. Go!”
“Why? When we both know you want me to stay.” I inhale deeply, savouring her scent. “Just think how hard I could make you come if you let me.”
She gulps as she thinks about that for a second, but then lifts her chin to glare at me. “You are a half-Incubus. Sex is the only thing on your mind. This has nothing to do with me. Get the fuck out of my room.”
“Ouch, you wound me with that harshness, sweet witch. I’ll admit sex is important to me, but you, mm, you are all that’s on my mind.”
Matilda’s eyes narrow as she grips the towel tighter. “I don’t believe you. This is just a game to you to fuck with your brother.”
I sit up slowly, my gaze locked on hers. “ Half- brother. But it’s not a game, Matilda. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
She scoffs, but I can see the uncertainty in her eyes. “How original. It’s an important distinction to you, isn’t it?”
I narrow my eyes. “What is?”
“The half -brother.”
“We are half-brothers.”
“How does that work?”
“You need a lesson in family relations?”
She practically hisses at me. It makes my cock go harder. “You know what I mean. You are both practically the same age, I’m guessing, seeing as you are both here in the same year.”
“We are exactly the same age. Okay, I’m about thirty seconds older, if that makes a difference to you.”
Her mouth drops open. “You were born at the same time to different mothers? How?”
“Same mother, different fathers. Celestial bullshit.”
“You’re twins?” she blurts out, eyes wide. “Oh, my fucking gods.”
“Eww,” I say, climbing off the bed, thoroughly unaroused now. “Hardly.”
She slaps her hand over her mouth as she stifles her laugh. I glare at her, but then I smile. I suppose it is rather bizarre if you haven’t lived it.
“Is that why you hate him so much?” she asks, sobering up. “Because you didn’t have your mum’s full attention? Are you jealous?”
I snort with delight. “Wow, you don’t pull any punches, do you, my sweet?”
“Answer me.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I want you to.”
“Not good enough.” I move in closer.
She backs up but hits the wall.
“I need an incentive to spill the tea, my sweet. What will you give me in exchange for some information about my family?”
She glares at me, but she sees the game and she might even be willing to play it. For the right price.
“I’ve got the goods, Matilda. Do you?”
Curiosity is eating at her. She desperately wants dirt on Draven. Clearly, he isn’t giving her any. I crank up the notch on the seduction waves that are gently hitting her, making her consider things she wouldn’t normally.
“I will let you look at me, no touching,” she warns with her finger up, “for a minute.”
I raise an eyebrow and drop my voice to a seductive tone, really laying it on. “A minute? You know I could make myself invisible and look at you all the time you’re naked. That’s not much of an incentive.”
She gulps and looks around, as if expecting me to suddenly vanish and spy on her. It’s not true. I can’t make myself invisible, but she doesn’t know that. Her gaze lands back on me. “What do you want then?”
“I want to drive my cock so far into your sweet, hot cunt that you will forget all about my half-brother,” I say candidly.
She chokes on the saliva. “No. That isn’t going to happen. Even with your little Incubus heatwaves. You can get fucked.”
“Wow. You are strong, Matilda. I’m giving you a heavy dose of my best heatwaves right now.” Her breath hitches as I lean in, my lips nearly brushing her ear. “I could show you pleasures you’ve never dreamed of, Matilda. Things my dear half-brother could never give you.”
For a moment, I think I’ve won. I can feel her desire spiking, her body responding to my proximity. Her lips part and she wants to give in. She is desperate to.
But she shoves me away. “Get out. You can’t offer me anything close to what my body is worth.” Her cold tone sends shivers of lust over me.
“Fuck, my sweet. You are turning me on in all sorts of weird and wonderful ways. I didn’t know rejection felt so good.”
“Get the fuck out. And if I get even a whiff of you in my room spying on me, I will tell Draven, and he can deal with you.”
I contemplate her words for a moment, but back off. I could force her to comply with my wants, but that will get me precisely nowhere. There are layers to this girl that fascinate me, and I want to explore them without the use of my powers. “See you in your dreams, my sweet witch. And your nightmares.”
She stifles the whimper, which hits me right in the heart. Whatever that was about, it haunts her.
I slip out of Matilda’s room, her scent still clinging to me. I’m completely obsessed with this witch. No one has ever resisted me like that before. It makes me want her even more.
I’m playing a dangerous game with her. She has the capacity to get past the armour to the real me. Part of me is resisting that by continuing to be a dick to her, but there is a small part that wants her to break down the walls and claim me body and soul. I have no idea which way this will swing and that makes it even more intriguing.