Chapter 25
GREY
The little witch wanted to play games; well, she had better be prepared to lose.
The moment I stepped into the overcrowded bar; I smelled Lyra, and like a fucking weirdo, I inhaled deeply. Her scent clung to me, stirring something inside me I’d sworn never to feel again.
My eyes landed on the long hair she’d thrown up in a ponytail. Some creep lurked near her at the bar. She didn’t seem to mind the attention as she twirled the straw in her drink, laughing at something he said.
I rolled my shoulders, muscles flexing.
“Get the fuck out of here.” I wedged myself between him and Lyra.
“Wow, dude. What’s your problem?” The guy raised his hands in confusion.
“You,” I snarled, slamming my fist against the bar. My claws pierced the wood. If he didn’t leave, they’d be embedded into his skull next.
Judging by Lyra’s scowl, she was not happy with me.
“Grey, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” She grabbed my shoulder, trying to pry me away from the guy.
A few patrons turned to look at all the commotion. Hoping to get a front row seat if things got physical. Which was entirely up to him.
“You’re going to want to leave my girl alone.”
“What are you talking about?” Lyra screamed from behind me, digging her nails deeper into my shoulder.
“You wanted my attention, sweetheart. This is what it looks like.” She stilled at the words. “Now I’m not going to ask again.” I bared my teeth. “Get the fuck out of here.”
“Hey, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend…” The coward’s eyes widened as he shifted the blame to Lyra. He looked to her to confirm his story, but she said nothing. “Look man, this was just a misunderstanding.”
“Just because you’re stupid doesn’t make it my problem.” I clenched my fist.
“The bitch didn’t tell me she had a—”
My fist met his face. The bones in his nose shattered at the force. Blood dripped down his mouth and chin onto the floor.
Lyra clawed at my shirt, yanking me through the crowd. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Teaching the asshole a lesson for calling you a bitch.” Violence was the only way people like him learned.
“I don’t need you to defend my honor. And don’t act all chivalrous. You did that for your own fragile male ego.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of guys rallying around their injured friend. He steeled his spine and turned his gaze into the crowd, looking for me. Lyra seemed to notice, too, and shoved me deeper into the club.
She backed me into a bathroom at the end of the hall and locked the door. The out of order sign on the door should allow us some privacy.
“What are you doing here?” She wagged a finger in my face.
“Why don’t you tell me? You’re the one that wanted me here.”
“I wanted you here?” She threw back her head and laughed. “I wanted you to fucking apologize for being such an—”
“Shut up and come here.” I cut her off with my lips.
Her mouth was greedy, but I was greedier. I deepened the kiss, desperate to taste her, to devour her whole. Her hands threaded through my hair, tugging tightly at the roots near the nape of my neck.
My last bit of restraint snapped. I needed her now.
I backed her into the sink and lifted her up, spreading those gorgeous legs.
“I’m still fucking mad at you.” She bit down hard on my lip.
I pressed my thumb to the fabric of her thong and groaned into the crook of her neck. “Aww, so wet, little witch.” She was already ready to have me buried deep inside her throbbing pussy. “Let me show you a proper apology.”
She looked so fucking naughty sitting on the bathroom counter with her skirt hiked above her waist. I yanked her underwear to the side, loving the way she squirmed under my touch.
I slipped a finger inside, and her hips bucked wildly off the counter.
“Here are the rules of the game. You get to ask me as many questions as you want, but once you come the game is over.” I removed my finger, and it glistened with her desire before I sucked it clean.
Fuck me, she tasted delicious.
“Do you want to play?”
“Yes…” She nodded her head emphatically. She moaned out the first question, not wasting a single second. “What is the meaning of your snake and scorpion tattoo?” Her glossy eyes landed on my hand between her legs.
The other night, she’d asked me to tell her something real about myself, and I couldn’t. This was her testing the waters, starting with an easy question.
I slowly dragged my thumb through her wetness. She gripped the side of the sink, trying to steady herself. I traced my way from her clit to her pussy with my finger. “It’s a reminder that certain people can’t resist their true natures, and only predators survive in this world.”
“And by certain people, you mean…witches?” She gasped as I shoved a finger inside. Her pussy clenched around it. She was impossibly tight, and my dick screamed to be inside her. This game might actually kill me. Could you die from being too hard for too long?
“Yeah.” I nodded.
I added a second finger and then a third, entranced as she fought the building pleasure of her orgasm.
“What do you think happened to the girl we found in the river?” she asked, trying to squirm away from my touch.
“She was murdered,” I said. I took pity on Lyra and slowed my pace. Slowly sliding my fingers in and out of her.
“I know that.” She bit out as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“You didn’t let me finish.” I needed Lyra to remove the collar, now more than ever. Whatever was happening, I couldn’t keep her in the dark anymore. She deserved the truth. “I think the girl was a sacrifice. An offering to appease the magic flowing beneath the town.”
“Who do you think killed the girl in the river?” she managed to ask, muscles tensing.
“Devin.”
“But you think,” Lyra moaned midsentence, unable to control herself. “It has something to do with Veda, too.”
“Yes, I think…” I took a steadying breath before continuing. “Veda is somehow responsible.”
I pumped my finger faster and crooked it slightly until I found the spot. I drew small circles around her clit, and she trembled with need. She asked the last question as she slammed her eyes shut, dangerously close to losing the game.
“Why?” Lyra screamed out. Panting as she tried to catch her breath.
“Because she’s tried this before, but she was hung before she could finish.” I wish I could swallow the words back down. They were sharp and rough, prying at something raw.
“Did you love her?” She forced her eyes to meet mine.
I applied more pressure to her sensitive spot at the question. Wanting to punish her for asking it. She writhed and bucked, moaning at the pressure.
“Yes. At least, I thought I did. But I’m starting to learn that wasn’t love.”
“I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me.” Her entire body vibrated. “Please…Grey.” She was shamelessly grinding against my hand. I’d reduced her to a desperate mess of nerves.
I undid my belt, and my pants fell to the floor. Teasing Lyra to the brink of insanity was as close to heaven as I’d ever get.
“Are you going to be a good girl and stay very still?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip.
I fisted my cock, bringing it to her throbbing pussy, and rubbed the head between her wetness, coating myself in her desire. I flicked it back and forth. Once. Twice. That was all it took to have her nearly coming.
We both watched as I shoved inside. She bucked but my hands flew to her hips, keeping her in place.
“What did I just tell you.”
“I’m sorry. Please,” she begged.
“Sorry for what?” I ask, pulling out to the tip.
“For not—fuck—listening.” She groaned.
I slammed back into her, grunting at how tight she was. Nothing in the entire fucking world came close to the feeling of being inside her.
“You were created for me. To take every damn inch of this cock. To be used and fucked any way I want.” I gritted through clenched teeth as I sank deeper. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the bathroom.
I dragged my fingers down her ponytail, wrapping it around my hand, and yanked her head to the side. My mouth descended on her exposed neck, nipping and sucking until red marks formed on the skin. She moaned and my lips moved to her mouth, capturing the sound as I thrust again and again.
“Grey!” my name tore from her throat, echoing off the bathroom walls.
Lyra could yell and scream all she wanted. The music would drown out the cries.
Our eyes met as I spilled into her. Stars cleared from my vision as I came down from the life-altering high.
The need to taste her overwhelmed me. “One more, little witch. Can you give me one more?”
I pulled out and pressed my tongue to her overstimulated clit, earning a frantic scream.
She thrashed and dug her fingers into my hair.
I ran two fingers up her thigh, scooping the cum that was running down her legs.
I rubbed my cum-covered fingers around her vibrating pussy before shoving them back inside her.
I sucked and licked like a starved man who could never be satisfied. Her legs shook as I coaxed another orgasm from her.
“Do you accept my apology?” I asked, wiping the mixture of our desire from my chin. I sucked every last drop of it from my fingers, savoring the way we tasted together.
Lyra stood on shaky legs and rearranged her skirt before fixing her smeared lipstick in the mirror. “I hope we fight all the time if this is how we make up.”
I came up behind her, ready for round two. I shifted against her ass but was interrupted by a loud knock.
“Bathroom is out of order,” someone hollered from the other side, continuing to bang on the door.
I yanked it open. “Sorry bro, it was an emergency.”
The bouncer flashed a light into the room, noticing Lyra hiding behind me.
“Looks like it.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m going to have to escort you two out of here.”
“No worries. We were just leaving.” I grabbed Lyra’s hand and led her to the exit.
My foggy mind cleared as we did the walk of shame through the bar. The words I’d admitted to Lyra rattled in my brain.
Veda couldn’t be involved. But there was only one way to find out.