Circle of Three

Chapter 15

Philip found himself drinking from Jessica with fervor. "Phil, you're hurting me." She whined causing him to scoff before pulling back. He licked his lips before healing her neck. "What's wrong, Phil?" He hated when she called him that, but ignored it.

He was ignoring a lot of things since he left the Draven household. He ignored how Freya's eyes bore into his. He ignored how he felt seeing the tears well in her eyes. He ignored the pain he sensed she was in currently knowing he held the keys to her being a functioning witch again. He ignored it all.

The feelings were too much. The emotions were overwhelming. A week ago, he lived a life free of fucks and cares. The only emotion he had felt all his life was anger and he was good with that. Then he met her and everything changed. In that moment all Philip wanted to do was be distracted. He looked over Jessica with a dangerous smirk and figured she would do.

In seconds, Jessica found herself naked and underneath an equally naked Philip. His vampirism always seemed to surprise and excite her even after all of these years. He gave her no warning before thrusting into her and she screamed out. He didn't care about her. He just wanted a release. A diversion from the pain and heartache he felt from his mate. His mate.

The more he tried to not think about her the more images of her beautiful face flooded him. Gone was Jessica's blond hair and in its place a wild mass of black curls. No longer did brown doe eyes look at him with pleasure in them, but rather big blue ones. White skin was replaced with a tawny, golden complexion.

He knew he was grabbing onto bony hips as he pounded into her, but in his mind, they were fleshy and wide with thick thighs to match. He heard her call his name, but he imagined what it would sound like for Freya to be in her place.

Philip felt the telltale signs of an impending orgasm with each thrust, but it never felt like this before. This felt too big. This felt too overpowering. As Jessica clawed at his back as he pounded into her like it was really Freya that did the deed and it sent him over the edge.

Philip filled her with everything he had and shook with an intensity unlike anything he's ever felt. They lay there panting for a good while before Philip pulled out of her. Jessica saw the look of disgust on his face and sighed.

"Who is she?" She finally asked him as she put on her clothes. "My mate." Philip didn't know why he answered her truthfully, but he was in the mood to be honest. "Freya. Her name is Freya." Jessica hummed a response.

"Why are you here with me daydreaming about her when you can be with her?" Philip grunted as he put on his jeans. Jessica always loved how low he wore them. His deep v always made her want him more than she already did.

"Get out." Philip said before walking out of the guest bedroom. She always wanted him to take her to his actual room and he'd just laugh in response. That was never going to happen. The only person he was going to take there was...

Philip shook his head before making his way into the kitchen. Jessica stepped in and wrapped her hands around him. "You can talk to me, you know." Philip groaned before turning around. "There's nothing to say. You can leave now."

Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck before pulling him close. Lazlo walked in on his best friend kissing a woman that was not his mate and sighed. He didn't know why he was sabotaging himself like that, but he was over it. "Aye Jessica, it's time to go." Lazlo spoke up causing the blond to huff.

They hated each other. Always had. Lazlo knew she was bad news from the moment they met and still wondered why his best friend entertained her. She opened her mouth to say something and found herself outside Philip's front door with the door slamming in her face.