Page 32 of Druid Dreams

“That makes this sound sweet and dirty,” I gave him a sidelong glance with a smirk on my face. “I’m not exactly one with a high moral standing either. I do worry about that causing issues with some of the others though.”

“Let me elaborate a little on your mates, Trouble,” he ambled over with that feline grace, slowing his steps for me as I stalked his movement around my desk. He scooped me out of my chair and set me on the desktop as he took my chair. He moved so his elbows rested casually on my knees and he could look up at me with his glorious, golden eyes. I couldn’t take my eyes off his mouth when his fangs started to slide out and the tip of his tongue brushed across them. “Palmer? He likes to dominate, and Vaughn likes to be dominated. They’re both control freaks, but one likes to lose that burden and the other has to maintain it. Stone likes a rough ride. He’s a bit of a sadist who will occasionally switch, but pain is his game. Briggs will play hard to get. He’ll make you feel like you have to work for it when really he’s been ready to give in from the jump. Me? I'm easy, I like it dirty, Sloane. I want to fuck you on the dance floor in front of everyone. I want to lock you in the bathroom at your parents house and test how quiet you can be, or have you in my lap as we drive through town during rush hour. I like watching and sharing as much as I'll like having you to myself.”

Yes, please. Sign me up! If he’s trying to deter me with his public sex and sharing comments then he’s got to work his angles better.

I locked eyes with Novak, the space growing smaller between our bodies. “Are you trying to talk me out of wanting to fuck you?” I questioned him in a whisper as I ran my nails gently up his arm and weaved my fingers through his thick hair. He growled low, letting his fangs fully extend. I let mine slip out and bit into my lower lip.

“Not at all,” he assured me with a slight shake of his head. “I’m just telling you what I like, so you're prepared.”

“I’m no angel, Novak. If you knew half the shit that ran through my mind, you would’ve ripped my clothes off and fucked me on the floor in your apartment while the door was still wide open,” I informed him with a single raised brow. “I take what I want, when I want it, and I’m not afraid to tell you exactly how I want it.” I winked at him as I scooted forward and slipped into his lap. “You see, unlike all the girls you’re probably used to, you can’t hurt me. You can try. I’ve enjoyed it in the past. You can bite me, but you can’t compel me to forget it happened. You can’t drain too much from me and you can’t turn me.” He stared at me intently as he listened. I grazed a fingertip against one of his fangs and brushed my other hand over his cock. “These don’t scare me,” I added as I pushed his fang into the pad of my index finger, “And this,” I asserted as I leisurely stroked him through his jeans, “Makes me wish I’d changed clothes sooner.” I glided my bloody finger across his lips. Popping it into my mouth before pulling myself up, I grabbed my skirt off the side of my desk so I could change.

The growl that followed in my wake was a thrilling feral sound that sent heat coursing through my whole body. Goosebumps raised across my arms, and my nipples pebbled painfully. I’m so wet right now that I’ll need to clean up before I go downstairs. A room full of humans wouldn’t notice, but mix in some supernatural beings and I’d have too much unwanted attention.

“Oh, you’re the wicked kind of trouble,” he confessed to me as I sashayed to the other side of the room. I was headed towards the bathroom to change and give us both a few seconds to chill out. I think I’ll just change right here. He thought I was wicked, but I knew exactly what I wanted right now and how to get it.

He didn’t move a muscle when I unbuttoned my jeans. He tracked my hand, like a hawk watching a mouse, as I tugged my zipper down at a torturously slow pace. I pushed my fingers into the waist of my jeans and started to ease them down. They got no further than mid-thigh before he broke. He was across the room and had my bare ass sitting on the desktop in a flash of inhuman speed. In one swift movement my jeans were off my body and hitting the floor as he stretched his hands around the tops of my thighs. Novak dug his fingertips in my flesh so hard that I’d be left with fading finger shaped bruises in a moment.

I drew a small circle with my left index finger and traced straight down, using my magic to open the button and zipper of his pants. He dragged me closer to the edge of the desk before sinking two fingers into my dripping core and rubbing his thumb across my clit. I moaned at the contact and he muffled my sounds with a frenzied kiss as his fingers curled and sped up. I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed at how fast I came. His fingers move as fast as a vibrator but feel a hundred times better. I rode his hand through my orgasm. Every flick of his thumb felt like it dragged another shudder from my body.

When he was satisfied with what he’d done, he lifted me off the desk. I wound my legs around his hips as he shoved my back against the wall behind my desk. He held me up with one hand while he jerked his jeans down with the other. I mentally whispered a birth control spell. I haven’t had sex in months so I didn’t keep up with the protection magic. I guess I should work on a more long term version now. Maybe I’ll ask Palmer to help me.

“Fuck,” I breathed out as he impaled me slowly, stretching my walls with each inch. I moaned louder at the new sensations. He was not lying when he said his, uhm, key had a few rings on it. He stilled when he was fully seated. I gave him a moment to enjoy the feel of my tight channel before nudging my hips to get him moving.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, throwing his back as he pulled out almost completely before slamming home harder. Each thrust had him picking up speed, diving into me with more and more strength. My office filled with the sound of slapping flesh, grunted curses, and cries of ecstasy. I was a gasping mess. My inhales came in short bursts of breath and exhales were hissed out every time my back hit the wall. His punishing rhythm would have bruises forming across my shoulders, but I didn’t care. They’d heal, along with the other ones, before the night was over.

Another orgasm began to build, growing in intensity until it came barreling to the surface. He slowed his movements as I tightened around him and screamed out his name with my release. When I loosened my hold, he placed his forehead against mine to catch his breath, then started up again. His body is merciless, and despite my fast healing I’m sure I’ll still be sore tomorrow.

I felt him start to swell inside me, and it had me building up all over again. Novak dragged his fangs across my neck before piercing the skin. He sucked deeply on my flesh and I moaned low against his ear. The venom in a vampire bite was an instant aphrodisiac. The moment it flooded my bloodstream my entire body lit up like a Christmas tree. The orgasm hit me so hard it nearly gave me whiplash. He came with a long groan, pushing in as deep as the position we were in would allow. He pulled his fangs out of my neck, licking my skin to seal the wounds before they had a chance to heal on their own.

He didn’t set me down though. Instead he backed us up and we fell into the desk chair with me sitting astride him. Placing one hand on my lower back and the other in my hair, he kissed me with a gentle desperation. I returned it with all the pent up emotions that possessed me. I loved the way he held me tightly. I’m not much of a cuddler after sex, but this... It was caring yet possessive. I felt like we belonged to each other, and it was a heady fucking feeling.

I was naked from my waist down and his pants were halfway to his knees. The near clothed state of our bodies didn’t change the feeling of that romp being more than either of us intended. As we sat in the chair, his face rested in the crook between my neck and shoulder. I leaned my cheek against the side of his head while I ran my right hand through his hair.

We stayed like that for minutes, or what felt like possibly hours. I couldn’t tell. A knock at the downstairs door brought us back to the present. We scrambled to get dressed before the door swung open the rest of the way, and someone came into the office. It’s Simon. He walked in on our intimate moment to tell us that they were about to open the doors for the night. My heart was still frantic, but my breathing had finally evened out from the panting I was doing a few minutes ago. I glared at Simon while I checked myself for any dried blood in the mirror by the door. Snapping my fingers to fix my hair and makeup, we began to venture downstairs.

“Next time, Trouble, I want to do that in the dj booth with a room full of people around. The light show flashing across your ecstasy filled face, disguising the movement of our bodies, and your moans blending into the music. What do you say?” Novak spoke between the kisses he left across the back of my neck. Gods, that sexy, sultry whisper is sending fireworks sailing through my body.

“Keep whispering in my ear while you kiss me like that, and it will get you anything you want,” I groaned out. It was the honest to gods truth too. If he doesn’t stop we won’t be going downstairs at all.

But that was exactly what we did, and that was exactly what he got.

Stone

Saturday Night

The day's events piled up in my mind as I sat at the edge of the steps on the back patio. Oddly, this dark mansion feels more like home to me than our apartment does. It had nothing to do with the size of the place though. I looked out over the midnight blue sky lit with stars and tried to imagine how much my life was about to change. I’d come to terms long ago with the fact that I was the Devil’s apprentice, and I was to be bonded to his daughter. What had really been irking my nerves was that we could be taking his place soon. Am I ready to give up my career to become the next ruler of the Underworld with Sloane? Actually, I didn’t mind the thought of not working my day job anymore. I’d still own the dental practice, but it wouldn’t kill me to give up my patients and hire another dentist to fill my absence. I only went in twice a week anyway, unless I was covering for someone who went out of town. I could still do that if I needed to. I’ll need to keep my license up to date, but that’s it. I think I’d rather stand by the side of the next Devil Spawn and rule the Underworld with her.

The tapping of shoes brought me out of my headspace as someone approached from behind me. Franklin came into my peripheral vision and handed a glass of brown liquid to me before speaking. “Glenfiddich, Sir, 26 year.” He inclined his head to the glass in my hand. “If you’ll follow me, I’d like to give you a proper tour and then show you to your suite. You have full privileges to everything on the property, but please be weary of Helios when you’re outside alone. He likes to set things on fire and unless you’re with Sloane when he finds you then you’re free game in his mind. Until he decides if he likes you or not.” The obsequious nature of his smile had me scanning the yard in search of the hellhound in question. I wasn’t worried about him lighting me on fire, but he could still bite me.

Franklin turned and started making his way to the back door as I stood. A back door that wasn’t burned this morning, but was now covered in black scorch marks, making us both pause to study it. I wondered briefly what happened there, but Franklin mutterd “that fucking hound,” under his breath, and I had my answer.

I obediently followed Franklin through the house, making note of certain rooms and dismissing others completely. This place is a never ending maze. I think I might need a map to get around for the first couple days. The mansion was positioned on the side of a slope. The yard was tiered, so each floor had its own access point to the outside. The basement had a pool that was both indoor and outdoor along with a gym and a small theater room. The first floor was the main area of the house with a large den and TV area in an open concept floor plan that connected to a restaurant style kitchen and dining area. It could have easily sat twenty people but only held ten chairs. Off the side of the kitchen were two black doors. One led to an attached three car garage while the other opened up to a smallish room with a sleeping hellhound inside. It had a dog door attached to the outside wall where we just glimpsed the fire tipped tail of a large dark beast leaving the sleeping quarters.

The second and third floors of the house had three suites on each floor. Franklin told me that Vaughn, Palmer, and York had rooms on the second floor while Briggs, Novak, and I all had rooms on the third. The second floor was home to a gloriously filled library, and the third floor housed an incredible game room. The fourth, and final floor, of the monolith mansion was where Franklin pointed out yet another black door. That one led to Sloane’s suite. All the doors in this place are black. How am I supposed to tell them apart?

The last floor also had a greenhouse with a waterfall that cascaded down the side of the exterior wall and into the part of the pool that hung out of the basement. The doorway at the opposite end of the fourth floor hallway led to a rooftop patio with a large black telescope setup in one corner and lounge chairs scattered across the opposite side. Real grass grew on the surface and I could only imagine what kind of sight would await us when that grass needed to be cut. It’s really unrealistic of me to imagine the old Vampire scaling the side of the house with a push mower strapped to his back… but that’s exactly what I’m seeing.

Franklin’s last stop took me to what I assumed was my suite. He disappeared before I opened the door. I inhaled a deep breath, turning the knob slowly. Upon entering the suite the first thing I noticed was that it had my tastes and personality written all over it. Nearly the entire space was black and charcoal grey, but there were some occasional splashes of red, orange and white around the den.