30. Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty
“ R eady?” John asks, and I just nod.
He walks slowly towards me like a predator sizing up his prey. His eyes flare with passion and excitement as he reaches me. Opening his mouth, he extends his fangs before bending a little, his eyes never leaving mine. His cold breath hits my sensitive skin, making me shiver. Not daring to look away, I feel a sharp tug on my skin as waves of pleasure hit me one after another.
Letting out a cry, I feel the pain mixed with excitement take hold of my body. My mind loses control. The madness of lust and desire pumps in my stomach, begging for more.
All too soon, we pull away. I tremble as sharp coldness washes over my body. I want to protest, but instead, I think of my mother. Of what being addicted did to her. To me.
Feeling weak, I slump back on the couch as John starts the spell.
He finishes the last word and power begins to flow through me. The weakness disappears, and I start to feel more alive, more aware of the little things in the living room. The deep smell of the plants in my granny’s living room. The quietness and void of this place without her creeps me out.
Looking around, I find John behind me, blinking rapidly. “Do you have more blood bags?”
“I’m okay. It will pass,” he says, pacing forward.
I can still feel his proximity. It’s suffocating, and tingles dance in my toes as my mind starts playing with me. He moves even closer, so close I can barely breathe.
“It’s so dangerous. You are dangerous.”
His eyes swirl with confusion.
Can he feel it? This need to be closer? The demand for more?
When I regain enough strength, I do the wrong and a good thing all at once. I close the distance between us and quickly press my lips to his. Before I can take in what’s happening, he takes command, pinning me against the wall. With a hunger I didn't know he had, he devours my lips, leaving me breathless. The wall, cool on my back, and the heat emanating from me collide, making me go crazy. This has to be it because there is no other explanation for the madness I feel.
My pussy contracts, and I feel the wetness down there building up. I love every moment of it. His ability to affect me just from his proximity increases with the slightest touch until my senses are clouded.
I break the deep kiss and steal ragged breaths as my piercing eyes take in the raging storm in his. I need more.
His fingers creep up my thigh, leaving a trail of chills until it meets the wetness between my folds.
“Fuck, you’re so ready for me. Right?”
“Yeah,” I try to say, but all I manage is a cry as his fingers sneak inside. Closing my eyes, I give in to the pleasure as it washes over me. Picking up the pace, he moves faster and faster. I'm about to explode. The pressure inside me makes me go crazy.
“Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes when you come,” he demands, making me blink hard.
Needing the release, I play along, pushing myself onto his fingers, letting them sink further in as I moan loudly. And curse. And cry. This need is inside me and everywhere outside all at once .
“Good girl. Look at you grinding on my fingers.”
“Ahhh!” I cry out forcefully as the release consumes every bit of me.
John places a quick kiss on my lips, and I take advantage of this closeness to come to my senses. I grab him by the balls and pull him closer.
He groans loudly, and I take advantage of the confirmation to continue. I quickly pull his swollen cock out, and before he can tell me what to do, I get down on my knees and take him into my mouth.
I don't know why I do it, but the moment I suck his thick cock, I feel my wetness build again. Moving up and down his head, excitement fills me as his breath turns huskier by the second. His dick feels thicker with each stroke of my mouth as I tenderly pull him in more and more until I’m gasping for breath.
Suddenly, he stops me, bending down and picking me up. I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing, but he plants a soft kiss on my lips, shutting me down.
With one full thrust, he enters me, making me gasp. He is so big I feel like I’m about to be torn apart. I love it—the feel of his dick in me. His hooded eyes blink hard as he pushes in and out, teasing me.
Frustrated with the need to release the pressure, I take charge, grinding on his cock. He lifts my leg before entering again, deeper. Arching back, I start to feel the euphoria catching up with me.
“So tight. So perfect,” he says, trailing soft kisses down my neck. His heat merges with mine, clouding my mind, my soul, my everything. I cling to him.
Letting out a choked sigh, I press my lips to his neck and bite as a wave of ecstasy washes over me. Hugging me tight, he pushes into me one more time before letting out a groan as he fills me. Still inside me, John flings us onto the bed.
When the wave of euphoria cools off, I close my eyes, struggling to take in the reality. He plants a deep kiss on my forehead before pulling away, leaving me empty. Panting heavily, I sprawl on the bed next to him.
The relationship between us confuses the heck out of me. What are we? Fuck buddies? Spellbound?
The only thing I know is that each time we repeat the spell, I feel the pull towards him deepen. This spell will be my end. The sexual desire is reawakening in me, and I feel like a female in heat, needing her next hit one more time.
The tickling between my legs annoys me, demanding attention. Part of me wants to demand a second round, but that would be a mistake. The exchange of blood and witchcraft is one thing, but being needy is another .
Shaking my head to push aside thoughts of him, I concentrate on my magic, feeling it dance within every bone in my body. Smiling stupidly, I get up and get dressed quickly.
This feeling of magic pumping through my body is the most wonderful feeling I've ever felt. It's like a never-ending orgasm. Like walking on the clouds and knowing you’re invincible.
"Where are you going?" John asks as I step into the hallway.
Turning my head, I steal a glance at him and say, "I'm going to try again. I'm not going to give up."
***
Closing my eyes, I repeat a spell over and over until I feel the floor rattle. Opening my eyes, I look at the points scattered along the map. I reach out to touch one of the drops but hesitate.
I can do it. This is my chance to try again. It's just a matter of concentration. Taking a deep breath, I touch it.
The flashbacks hit me mercilessly. The images merge and all I see are colors as the scenes change in front of my eyes at a speed that doesn't allow me to observe any information.
Shit.
They reinforced the spell. That has to be it.
I open my eyes as a devastating headache pierces me. Letting out a yelp, I try to move to the couch, but I find myself unable.
What’s going on?
Before I can comprehend what’s happening, three black-cloaked figures emerge from the shadows, muttering a spell I can't catch. I try to resist, but I’m helpless under their magic, and before long, my body betrays me and I fall to the ground.