5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
O pening my eyes, I sit up abruptly. For a minute, I let myself forget where I am and instead focus on Hailey's frustrated face. She is definitely the fiercest, most determined, beautiful woman I have ever seen. She won't agree easily and, for some reason, I like that about her. She has morals and values.
Blowing out a breath, I get up from the too-soft bed, only to come face to face with Soraya's grim face.
Soraya is a witch I met a few years back. She is a witch from the Ignis coven. I met her while trying to seek a way to help Will, my sire.
"You were under the spell for too long," she mumbles before moving her grimoire to the table. "In this state, she’s practically a human. It's too risky to use this spell on a human for too long."
"She can handle it." I need a drink.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because if not, she will be of no use to me." I move to the bar at the far end of the room, and Soraya follows. I especially requested this specific suite that holds a bar for cases like this. I need to blow off my frustration, and what better way than with a bottle? The suite is not big, but it has a bedroom, a big enough bathroom, and a sitting area next to the entrance. The whole style is more vintage than I wanted, but I can adapt for the cause.
"I could help you do what you need. You don’t need her. I am from the Ignis coven," she says in a small voice, her bottom lip quivering.
I flash to her, forcing her gaze to me. "You know I appreciate your help, and you know how valuable you are to me, but I need her. She is stronger."
Soraya is helpful in certain ways, but her bloodline is nowhere near as powerful as Hailey’s. Hailey is a pure-blood witch. Soraya’s bloodline is tainted by humans, weakening her magic.
"You mean potentially," she remarks, making me cringe .
"Yes. I still need you around to help her. You know she is the direct offspring of the cursed bloodline. It means she is our best shot at succeeding with the mission."
"I understand." She doesn’t. I still see the hope on her face for a higher purpose.
"Good. For now, I need you to see if you can channel your blood to locate the Aqua coven."
"You know I’ve tried. It's useless. They’re off the grid to anyone not in the inner circle."
"Then try again."
"Sure," she replies obediently.
"We need to find a witch from that coven, then maybe we can extract information from her."
Soraya and I established a deal a few years back. She helps me when she can, and I provide her and her sisters the protection they need.
She nods before running her palm over my arm. "Is there anything else I can do? You know you can count on me to do anything." Pouting her lips, she tilts her head to the side.
"I'm not in the mood for any of that," I say, but she steps further into my space, irritating me.
Soraya is a beautiful woman; there is no denying that. With striking hazel eyes, long brown hair, high cheekbones, and a model-like-figure, she could easily hunt down any man she wants. The only problem is, she wants me.
"I want you," she whispers before pressing her lips to mine. Her familiar strawberry smell hits me strongly, and soon, she starts unbuttoning my pants. Before I can stop her, she frees my dick.
Placing firm hands on her shoulders, I anchor her before pulling away. "Soraya, stop."
She fights me, biting my lips, taking control of what doesn’t belong to her.
My stupid dick finds her delicate hands exciting. He springs to life as she continues to stroke him. Traitor.
"You want this; I can feel it." Her powers envelop me in an erotic trance. We kiss once more before she pushes me to the bed. She lowers herself down, her eyes never leaving mine. I'm about to stop her again, tell her to get off and push her aside, but all those thoughts disappear when she takes me in her mouth. Groaning loudly, I close my eyes.
When was the last time I fucked a mouth or a pussy? Oh, too long.
Even though part of me knows it's a mistake, I still have a hard time stopping her. Her obsession with me is unhealthy. Especially after I made it clear to her that nothing can happen between us. We’re nothing more than casual sex .
The worst part is that she knows what she's doing. My cock hardens between her full lips. I need to stop her. We can't do this; she’s clingy enough as it is. I rise to my elbows, ready to push her off me only to abruptly stop.
Son of a bitch . She bit it. Ahh. Closing my eyes, I growl loudly. Damn this bitch.
She got lucky. I love the pain, or else she would have met my wrath. My body shivers with excitement. I’m sick, I know.
I open my eyes and a malicious smile dances on her red lips as they continue to suck my swollen cock as if it’s the most delicious candy.
It’s a losing battle as I feel my undoing threatening to come. I can't stop her. I need this release so much.
"I'm coming," I say repeatedly as pressure threatens to burst out.
Satisfied with my reaction, she sucks harder and harder until I explode in her mouth.
Letting out a hoarse cry, I crash back on the bed.
Again, her eyes fill with hope for a relationship that will not happen. She gets up and stands on shaky legs.
"I was good, wasn't I?" Her unsteady voice gets on my nerves.
All at once, the regret washes over me. This shouldn’t have happened. Shit .
One of the things that repels me about her is the fact that she always tries to please me. I'm a son of a bitch, who takes and uses situations to my advantage. I know it. Where the hell is her self-respect?
"You were okay, Soraya." I will get that drink later, I think as I go around her, feeling a strong urge to get away from her. The farther the better. I need a shower and maybe another drink or two.
I know Soraya doesn’t deserve this, but I can't bring myself to care enough to apologize. Not now when everything is on the line. Not when my focus is on Hailey. Needing as much distance between us a possible I leave her and go to the bathroom, closing the door after me.
I turn on the shower and the stream of water rushes out. Taking off my clothes, I step under the hot water, letting it hit my skin. Suddenly, I feel the overwhelming need to take the edge off.
Closing my eyes, I come face to face with Hailey. She may have red hair and green eyes, but I see the truth behind the disguise. The darkness that lies within. The darkness that shines brighter than the sun.
She and I are not that different.
She wants to agree. She wants access to her magic; she's as thirsty for it as I am for blood .
The war in her eyes gives me hope. I may not be a patient person, but I’m willing to wait for the right moment. Because the right moment must come. If not, I will make sure it does. She is my only chance; the best bargaining chip.
Her scent is still in my nose. I can almost smell the fear and excitement she felt when I made her the offer.
It makes my mind go crazy. My cock springs to life. She is generally not my type, but there is something about her fierceness, her ability to look me in the eyes without fear that intrigues me.
I rub my hand over my hard cock. My mind creates images of her in situations I haven't seen her in. On her knees in front of me, in my bed naked, in the shower next to me as her hand massages my dick and takes him on a journey he will never forget. Her gentle hands pull him back and forth until the release comes.
Panting hard, I open my eyes as reality crashes down on me. For a minute, I let myself wander outside of my existence. The existence where I have a job, a purpose. Hailey's purpose isn’t to satisfy my sexual needs. It can't be. This can never happen.
As tempting as it is, Hailey must stay away. At least as much as possible.
Although, I have a feeling it's going to be hard.