CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The leather chair creaks under my weight as I shift, crossing and uncrossing my legs a la Basic Instinct. I’m naked, the cool air of Darkwood’s chambers still against my skin.
The Professor, my wolf, my tormentor, leans back in his chair across from me, steepling his fingers. His eyes are bright tonight—clear with intent.
In truth, I was surprised when he summoned me here tonight. It’s Sunday, still the weekend.
I spent the better part of the day in my room going over summoning spells, various interludes from the girls barging in and demanding I get out, but seeing that invitation on my bed, that familiar script…how could I refuse?
Which I think is the entire problem. I physically cannot. Darkwood’s control over me is more than mental, than a simple infatuation.
It’s magical. I’m sure of it.
"Are you ready now, little lamb, to explore the next level of power, of pleasure, or would you rather I thrash your ass?”
My breath hitches at the husky promise in his tone. "No. I mean, yes," I stumble.
“Which is it?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
A slow smile spreads across his face, revealing a hint of teeth. "Tonight then, levitation."
“Levitation.”
I at least recall this from Gran’s grimoire.
“Indeed.” His gaze rakes over me, my pussy already wet with anticipation. "Imagine the possibilities."
I lick my lips, mouth dry. "Teach me."
Fuck me. Slap me. Treat me like your little whore.
These things and more bus through my brain. It’s surprising how deep I’ve sunk into this submission, this fantasy.
He stands and saunters over to me, caging me in with his arms on the chair. His scent—sandalwood and spice, new—envelops me. "The spell requires intense focus and concentration. As does the act that follows." His fingers trail down my neck, leaving tingling heat in their wake. "Are you willing to give me yourself entirely, little lamb.?"
I stare into his eyes, stained and heavy with need, and nod. I thought we’d already established this. "Yes."
"Good girl." His lips brush my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Repeat after me: Levitas Erectus."
I whisper the words, a surge of power vibrating through me. The familiar tingle of magic sparks to life, that strange stench of ionization in the air fueled by a heady mix of arousal and adrenaline. I feel the shadows swimming inside my veins, but they run straighter now, truer.
Darkwood straightens, extending a hand. "Stand up. Focus your mind on lifting me with the spell. Maintain eye contact."
I stand on trembling legs and clasp his hand. Levitas Erectus, I chant in my mind, because it’s the intent, not the actual invocation, that makes the difference. I picture him rising up as I pour my magic into the spell. Ever since our last meeting, I feel infinitely more powerful.
He lifts a few inches, then a foot off the ground, gaze locked on mine.
"Good," he rasps. "Now, imagine me moving as I please, guided by your will. Envision me caressing your body."
I lick my lips again, magic thrumming through my veins as I visualize his hands roaming over my body. He floats closer, fingers trailing down my neck. He smooths them over my breasts, and I take a shallow breath, before sparks of electricity begin to shoot through my veins. My nipples harden under his touch, a soft whimper following.
"Stay focused, witchling, or you'll lose control of the spell." His voice is strained. I realize with a shock that this is affecting him as much as me. "Tell me what you see."
I focus on the visualization. "I see you touching me," I breathe. "Your hands on my body.” I decide to go dirtier still. “Your fingers rolling my nipples, pulling, teasing." I swallow hard, nearly overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze and the images in my mind. "Your cock,” I almost blunder at that, “hard for me, about to—"
"That's enough." He closes the distance between us and crushes his mouth to mine. The spell breaks, and he wraps his arms around me as we fall to the floor in a tangle of limbs, desire raging out of control.
His hands are everywhere, stroking over my bare skin. I moan into his mouth, arching up to meet his touch. The ache between my legs grows unbearable as he pins me to the floor, the hard length of his cock pressed against my hip.
"The spell," I gasp when he releases my mouth to trail hot kisses down my neck. "We are—”
I stop talking halfway through my sentence, my hands not making contact with the hard surface of the floor. I hadn’t even realized we’ve lifted from the floor completely, floating in the air.
Levitating a grape or a book—that’s not exactly taxing, but human beings? That takes some serious energy. But I feel limitless, an iceberg of power hiding under the surface. It’s dark, yes, dangerous, but it’s there.
"The spell can wait." He closes his teeth over the delicate skin above my collarbone and sucks, the warmth from his mouth washing over my skin. Feeling the hard suction on my body, I know he’s going to leave a mark. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”
My cheeks burn at his words, an inferno, but I can't deny my own need. I wrap my legs around his waist, trembling in expectation.
With a muttered curse, he lines himself up and slides into me in one smooth stroke. The sensation steals my breath, the delicious stretch and burn as I take him deep. I cry out, nails digging into his back, clinging to him as he begins to move.
"Still so tight," he grits out, bracing his hands on either side of my head. "So wet for me. I can feel how much you want this, my pet, how much you crave my cock."
It’s strange, floating like this. It’s almost like treading water.
My hair hangs freely, skimming the floor.
"Yes," I moan, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. The coil of pleasure in my core winds tighter, overwhelming in its intensity.
His lips find mine again, tongue delving deep inside my mouth just like his cock in my pussy. His balls butt up against my ass cheeks as he shifts all the way in. My eyes open wide at the sensation of his massive manhood in my depths. I revel in the delicious penetration, using my feet to stroke his hips. His glutes flex underneath them, his groin hitting my clit again and again. God, this friction… This deliberate, continuous grind is driving me crazy. I stare up into his eyes, my breath coming out in rasps and pants. He tips his head back, sliding in and out with ease.
Fuck. I’m too close already, feet kicking out into the air.
He reaches forward, fingers gripping my throat and adding pressure, choking me of vital oxygen.
I gag as the pressure increases, my vision turning into a wash of pinpricks.
He squeezes harder still, and my throat is but nothing in his grip—paper.
I can’t breathe. I can barely see, but when he finally releases his fingers, the ecstasy that follows is extraordinary.
Stars burst behind my eyes as my climax crashes over me. I shudder underneath him, my Wolf, his muscled back twitching in my palms.
Gravity seems to falter when he moves against me, unnatural forces pressing at my body.
The shadows are there. They creep from their hidey holes now, swimming around inside me.
They’re curious.
With a few more rough strokes, Darkwood follows me over the edge. There’s a hot rush of seed inside me. I cling to him as we ride out the aftershocks together, his heart a mallet against my chest.
We’ve floated higher, only a few feet from the roof now.
When our breathing returns to normal, the Professor lifts his head to look down at me. His eyes are heavy-lidded, a slight smile curving his lips. I can't help but smile back, savoring the connection between us. It’s there—I know it is. I may not have the experience he does, but surely this is more than a sating for him. It has to be.
Our bodies are still joined, my legs wrapped around his waist as we float there in the air. I trace the lines of muscle in his back with feather-light touches, savoring the feeling of his skin against mine.
I run a curious finger across his neck, across his tattoos, but they still mean nothing to me. There are some patterns I’ve seen in Gran’s grimoire, but here they’re distorted and foreign. Alien.
He nuzzles my neck, planting soft kisses along my throat until his lips rest against my jugular. "Do you feel your power growing?”
“Yes,” I say on the exhale.
“Another round then, for good measure."
Heat gathers low in my belly at his words. I tighten my legs around him, urging him deeper, because fuck it, why not?
He groans against my skin, hips rocking forward. He begins to move again, slow and deep.
I thought he might start to lose his erection, but it’s right there—raging hard. My pleasure builds once more with each thrust of his hips.
It’s an odd sensation moving in the air without gravity to anchor your movements. It’s like swimming without water, like being submerged. Everything is easier, less labored. For all intents and purposes, we’re fucking on a cloud.
His seed mixes with my arousal, a hot slurry of desire his cock stirs with each thrust.
“You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you, my pet,” he drones.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, clinging to him as he picks up the pace. The ecstasy swims with the shadows inside me. They wind and twist, bringing me higher.
Our magic thrums in the air around us, shadows flickering across the walls. The now-familiar tingle spreads over my skin as we lift higher into the air, hovering a good six or so feet from the ground, the top of the Professor’s head almost skimming the roof.
He drives deeper still, to the very end of my slippery cunt. I cry out, nerves alight with sensation—the fourth of fucking July. He swallows the sounds with a bruising kiss, tongue delving between my lips.
His scar, rough, teases my skin. I feel it across my cheek.
The pleasure cresting inside me is almost too much to bear.
The shadows thrash like piranhas inside me, hungry. All they want to do is devour and grow.
Do I let them?
I break the kiss, gasping for breath. "Damien, I can't—"
It’s the first time I’ve used his actual name, but he doesn’t scold me for it.
"You will," he growls, hips pistoning forward, the weighty shift of his balls against my ass below. This new gravity works on them, too. "Come for me, Ana. Come over my cock."
His words send me tumbling over the edge. My second release crashes over me, ripping a strangled cry from my throat.
He follows soon after, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside me again. We cling to each other, floating in the eye of the storm as tremors wrack our bodies.
The magic dissipates and we slowly float back towards the floor. It sparks out in my extremities, a fire extinguished but that ashen taste in my mouth remains.
He collapses on top of me, my ass tapping the floor before lifting again.
I run my fingers through his hair, savoring the sudden warmth and closeness. It’s like one more barrier between us has been removed, that this is almost close to true intimacy. I let my mind go blank as deep satisfaction sets in.
We have crossed into uncharted territory together.
Student. Teacher.
Lovers.
I let my hands glide over his back. There his flesh is a battlefield of ink and scarring and pitted marks. I hate to think what horrors created them.
I gasp as he pulls out, a rush of wetness following. We lie there panting, still suspended inches from the ground by remnants of magic.
His eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide. "Did I hurt you?"
I’m not sure I heard him right.
Is this actual concern?
I shake my head, a smile tugging at my lips. "No. That was..." I trail off, unable to find the words.
Incredible.
Implausible.
Impossible.
But they all seem lacking.
He brushes the hair back from my face, expression softening. "Good."
My cheeks heat at the intimacy in his gaze. This may be new territory for us, but these unguarded moments after sex where there are no more masks to hide behind…I have to treasure them. Who knows how long I’ll be able to keep this up for. If this is only one of the first trials, I hate to think what the latter will offer. More pleasure, yes, but more pain. Death, even.
We’re still floating, albeit just.
I clear my throat, pulse skipping. "Should we, ah, end the spell now?"
"No need to rush, my pet." He strokes a hand down my side, sending a tremor up my ribs. "I rather like having you suspended here, all to myself."
"We're still in the middle of a lesson," I point out, fighting a smile.
"Consider this extra credit." He dips his head, teeth grazing my earlobe.
My breaths come faster, skin tingling in anticipation.
His fingers track over my hip. Our faces remain locked, a heady mix of emotions swirling in his eyes—possession, desire, something I dare not name.
Need and shadow gather inside me, urging me to close the distance between us. I wet my lips. This is probably going to kill me, but to hell with it. You only die once. “Shall we go again, Professor? I do not believe I have learnt my lesson.”
A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. "Is that so?
I can already feel his cock lifting to attention.
"Fuck me again…for good measure." The words emerge breathy and laced with promise, words I never thought I’d hear coming from my mouth.
He groans, the sound rumbling through his chest. "You'll be the death of me, little lamb."
I arch into him, our bodies pressed together in a silent demand. "Not yet. As you said, another lesson."
His eyes flash with heat and something darker, more primal. "On your hands and knees then, witchling."
The magic that had been keeping us afloat dissipates, the two of us coming to the floor.
We separate and I do my best to move into position, a rush of arousal making me lightheaded.
The air is cool against my exposed skin, the cobblestone hard against my knees. Goosebumps rise along my skin, a miniature army.
I chance a look over my shoulder and find him watching me with naked hunger. This look in his eyes? It’s precious. I’ve seen men staring at me with desire, but this gaze is…it’s rare. It’s got ‘I’ve got to have you right here, right now’ written in it. It’s the closest I’ve seen to desperation yet.
He's stroking himself.
"Like what you see, Professor?" I ask, injecting a teasing lilt into my tone.
"Very much so." His voice is rough with desire. "Now be a good girl and hold still. This lesson requires...practice to master."
I inhale sharply, anticipation thrumming through my veins. So he means to undo me completely, one whispered promise and clever caress at a time.
And I will let him. Gladly.
I’d happily slit my wrists and let him fuck the literal life out of me if he asked.
He settles behind me, the hard length of his cock nestling between my thighs. I squirm, trying to angle my hips for more friction, but he grips my waist, holding me in place.
"Patience." His breath ghosts over the back of my neck. "Or I'll have to punish you."
I whimper, equal parts arousal and frustration swirling inside me. "Please."
"Please what?" He rolls his hips, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance. "Tell me what you want, Annabelle."
I can’t believe we’re doing this again, but around him I’m insatiable—a slave.
"You," I gasp out. "I want you, inside me."
"Not yet." He slides a hand between my legs, fingers circling my clit in a feather-light caress. It’s sticky with our arousal. "First, I want to see you come undone with my name on your lips."
I rock back into his touch, chasing the building pleasure. He adds more pressure, rubbing tight circles designed to drive me to the edge of sanity.
The tension coiling inside me snaps and I shatter with a sob, his name falling from my lips like a benediction.
He curses under his breath, the sound harsh and guttural. Before I have time to catch my breath, he surges forward, burying himself inside me.
I cry out at the sudden invasion, inner walls still contracting from my release. He pauses for a moment, hands clenching my hips as he struggles for control.
"Too much?" His question is strained, or is it more of a tease, a jest? He knows he could split me in half if he wanted to, crush my very bones with his bare hands—hands that have killed who knows how many.
I shake my head, desire overruling any discomfort. "No, don't stop. Please, I need..."
“Crescere Magicae,” he whispers, and I swear his cock thickens and grows inside me, stretching me out.
It’s like he can hear my thoughts, like he’s right there in my head.
With a growl, he starts moving, hard thrusts that stoke the embers of my arousal back to an inferno. Our harsh breaths and the slap of flesh echo through the room, a lewd chorus to our fevered coupling.
There cannot be a single inch inside me that isn’t filled. I’m stretched completely around the sluicing shaft of his cock, stretched to the breaking point.
His fingers dig into my hips as his pace turns brutal. I brace myself against the onslaught, savoring every pounding from him.
I gasp as he swats my rump, the sting lingering.
He reaches forward and fists my hair, pulling my head back until my scalp burns and I have to grit my teeth to ward off screaming.
“See how the shadows swarm,” he says, a haunted whisper. “Fucking you thrice. Three—the perfect number, a welcome number. This will please them, draw in more power.”
He’s right. I do feel the power building, that metallic, ashen taste building in my mouth that seems to warrant their presence.
I can’t believe he’s still hard. There’s no Viagra spell—not that it stops many a young wizard from turning their dicks to stone trying.
But Darkwood’s member needs no such magic. His cock is so thick, so fucking big it feels like it will rip right through my insides if given the chance.
I’m stretched completely around his him, taking every bit of him into my hungry cunt.
Such is the intensity of the orgasm that follows my vision burns hot white around the edges. Whatever leaves me drenches his entire shaft, dribbling down his balls.
My mouth is locked open, unable to close.
He shouts my name and follows me in climax, yet more warmth flooding my core as he empties what’s left of himself inside me.
We collapse in a tangled heap, chests heaving as we struggle to catch our breath. I roll and surrender to the sweetness of the afterglow, clinging to his shoulders. My fingers slip across their hard, marble surface. The floor is wet against my back as he gathers me close.
"I warned you it would get harder," he rasps, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "But you continue to surprise me, witchling."
I smile, sated beyond words. "I aim to please, Professor."
But that’s all. I keep silent and snuggle closer. I won’t ruin this intimacy by opening my mouth anymore.