Chapter 4
“You are consenting to what we agreed to?” Mason checked the moment I walked through the portal.
“Yes,” I breathed, shivering when all of his desires hit me.
Mason Garret was a next-level warlock, bred for power, and the eldest child of the head of the warlock council. Their eldest of the same sex of the more powerful parent was supposed to be more powerful by far so there could never be any infighting between siblings.
Or the eldest? Maybe it was the eldest and the magic simply made the child always the same sex as the more powerful parent.
Or that was bullshit and they tended to be male and helped that species just push bullshit that women were only needed to pop out babies. I wasn’t really sure, and I wasn’t sure they actually knew.
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Either way, I met Mason when he was working while hiding from his father and what his asshole father wanted from him. Mostly to use him as a puppet and stud horse for power alliances and probably mold his child in ways he’d never been able to do to Mason.
So horrible things.
But we’d instantly clicked and it wasn’t our attraction… Though that was off the charts.
No, we recognized our own, and those with shitty family situations immediately trauma-bonded. I was fairly sure that was the technical term for it? Or the new psychological way of putting it.
The attraction was also unreal. From the moment I’d looked into his silver eyes that seemed to bubble in a way that pulled me in like a moth to his flame—I was hooked. He’d called me his goddess and I’d felt one.
All the lines over all the years being a lust demon, stripper, and more and this man had instantly made me feel his whole world could revolve around me if I was smart. And I was always smart.
It was how I was still alive.
He was six-two or three and lean. Depending on what he was wearing, too many would write him off as maybe skinny, but they would be wrong.
There was sculpted perfection under his clothes.
Every muscle was defined like living Photoshop in a way that made me drool.
His arms were much thicker—a swimmer’s build, and he hid it well.
Good. It was only for me now.
Yeah, a lust demon who was possessive. I found it startling as well since it was new to me after decades and decades of never caring much.
But the fucking mop of sexy brown curls that hung over his glasses just did me in. It was like the perfect mix of innocence and sin when he looked up at me or down at me when he was on top of me.
Right then he was shirtless and pushed his curls out of his face, his glasses somewhere else so he could see more with his magic than the rest of us could. I shivered. I fucking shivered knowing he was seeing me down to my very soul.
And I knew this was all staged. I didn’t care.
We’d talked at length about doing better and making this work after he’d betrayed my trust and tricked me.
He’d thought it was more to prove a point, but he’d been lying to himself, not just me.
Mason had a lot of darkness in himself, and I’d help him see he needed to accept it and learn to live with it instead of pretending it wasn’t there.
Having darkness didn’t make him his asshole father.
What he did with it was the risk of making him a monster.
And after too many years watching his father emotionally abuse and treat his mother like a second- or third-class citizen, basically a mix of whore and servant just to birth him and then be discarded, Mason had a very skewed view of how relationships should work.
While it was amazing how he treasured women, he went too far the other way.
There was nothing wrong with a lot of the things I liked. There was nothing wrong with women deciding to strip or take money for it. There wasn’t even anything wrong with prostitution as long as they were willing and in control—made the decisions they wanted.
And he was trying to learn to come to terms with that.
Also—and I was a fan of helping him with this one—how possessive and dominant he truly needed to be. He was powerful. Beyond powerful.
Maybe the most powerful witch or warlock in our world if he stopped hiding and truly trained. That wasn’t someone who was passive all of the time, in every aspect of their life.
No way.
He growled and backed me up against the wall. “Say it. Say what you’re consenting to, Jasmine.”
I licked my lips and met his gaze as I set down everything I’d brought with me. “I’m consenting to you dominating me and reclaiming me as yours before I have to go undercover and pretend to be completely unattached and single.”
He swallowed loudly, clearly struggling with that last part mostly. His eyes bubbled so fiercely that I almost thought they would boil over. “Good. Then get on your knees and show me who you belong to, muffin.” He chuckled. “You’re hungry. I have food ready.”
“I need you first,” I whispered and dropped to my knees. He stopped calling me “goddess” when I asked, knowing the whole topic of being a child of an angel was touchy for demons. Plus, my parentage turned out to be way more complicated.
So he came up with “muffin” because it was cute… And always let him know somehow if I was hungry. It was such a Mason thing to do that—how he didn’t think I could fall in love with him one day was ridiculous.
Then again, I was pretty beat up from the life I’d lived.
We both were.
I hurried to open the fly of his jeans and get his dick free. It was partially hard but was fully erect at my touch by the time his jeans and boxer briefs were down his lean hips.
“Suck it,” he growled when I simply stared at it. Heat and darkness filled his eyes when I didn’t obey.
But he also fucking loved it. He loved it and we both knew it.
And I loved his cock. It was bigger than one would think for his size but more importantly, it was a good-looking one… And fat. I loved a fat cock to stretch all my holes perfectly.
I licked the head of it. Flattening my tongue and running it all over as I pumped it. I teased and pleased him until he lost control and grabbed my hair roughly.
And shoved it in my mouth.
Except this was allowed. We’d talked at length about what he was allowed to do and the lines with this play and “reclaiming” me as his.
I made a show of gagging and moaning as he told me not to tease him so much.
That I was his and I’d basically put a ring on his finger.
That he wasn’t about to let me forget that anytime soon.
And he was going to put a magical tattoo of his name on me that would show up through glamour if I didn’t stop pushing his buttons.
I whimpered and swallowed as he fucked my mouth, checking a few times I was okay and was always my sweet Mason even when he was being aggressive with me. I nodded and sucked harder, making it clear I was into this and him.
“Swallow or mark you as mine?” he challenged when he got close.
It was a trick question. The answer was both.
I pulled off of him, and as fast as possible, had my top and bra off, holding up my breasts for him to finish on. He growled and stroked himself roughly until the first drops hit my skin.
Then I took him back in my mouth and swallowed the rest.
“You fucking undo me, muffin,” he panted, caressing my head even as he held me on his dick. “I can’t believe—I’m like a whole other person and it’s terrifying and I fucking love it too. Promise me it’s not too much and you won’t leave me. I cannot lose you over this side of me.”
I almost chuckled because I couldn’t answer with his dick down my throat, but I simply swallowed instead. Hopefully, that got the point across to him.
He was gentle when he pulled out of my mouth but then demanded I rub his spunk into my skin, licking his lips as he watched. “Undress and please your pussy while I watch.”
I knew my eyes would glaze over for him like he enjoyed. I let out a small whimper. “Can I have the wand, Mason? Please?”
He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. “Always, muffin. I love seeing your pleasure. Finish undressing and spread your legs wide. I’ll go unplug it from the charger.”
But he still wanted me on my knees. That was clear.
Kinky warlock.
I was naked and obedient, rewarded when he returned and watched me please myself with the toy he bought me. It was fucking unreal when I felt his magic creep all over my body as if it was his hands. I cried out when it felt as if his mouth sucked on my nipples while his fingers were in my ass.
“I can do that while all of us fuck you,” he teased me, his eyes going wide when I orgasmed. The idea of feeling that while all my holes were filled was… Delicious wasn’t strong enough.
Heaven? Heaven on Earth?
My ultimate dream for sure.
He let me finish twice and then I was up in his arms being carried off to the bedroom. I thought he was just going to toss me on the bed, but he set me on my feet and told me to bend over, taking his time massaging my ass.
“Push it up and offer it to me,” he demanded. He ran his fingers through my pussy lips and then over my ass again. “Making me admit my darkness is a double-edged sword, Jasmine.”
Most might have asked him what he meant, but we were introverts, and sometimes the best thing to do was to just let us get it out in our own time. So I didn’t push and let him find his way.
While fully enjoying his touch.
“I want what Aidan has given you. I want to punish you and spank you. I want that control over you,” he finally admitted.
I bit back a smirk and played the right card to let him get out his darkness. “I don’t know we’re there yet.”
I was flipped over and on my back in a flash, his face tight as his eyes bubbled over again. He bared his teeth at me as he spread my legs wide and folded me up.