I walked beside Lyxton, looking around the forest. "So can the trees really get that big?" I looked up at him and he nodded.
"Aye, as big around as a truck." He looked down at me before smirking and lifting an arm and flexing his bicep. "Not nearly as big as me though." At that I couldn't help but laugh. He was a funny male, I liked that. I grinned up at him and he reached out, pulling me to his side as he gave me a hug. "You know jus' how to make a male feel better about his freedom." He let me go and I smiled, he was very easy to get along with.
A muttering from behind us made me scowl. Jax was glaring at us, I could feel the angry gaze on my back and while it made me want to cower slightly, it made my unfamiliar magick roll through my veins rather angrily. It was strange for me to feel it, to have a connection to something that was so... alien to me. I knew that I had the magick since I had been born, I had been my mother's magick soul. I was her transition from witch to human, I was her magick but the fact it had been barred from me since birth made it feel strange within me.
It felt like a living entity within me and it felt just so... odd. However in this instance it matched how I felt. I was angry and upset with him. He had no rights to be upset with me. He had wronged me, I had done nothing to him. Lyxton bent down, his head close to mine. "Don't worry, beautiful. He's just jealous." He winked at me and there was a low and rumbling growl that made him chuckle. "See?" He rubbed my back and I rolled my eyes as Jax let out another heavy growl.
His glower was intense and pointed and it made me shiver slightly. Lyxton just let out another chuckle. "Nothing has ever come between us before, beautiful. I must say tha' I never expected it to be such a lovely female." His words were low and amused and I blushed heavily at that, reaching up and pressing the back of my hand to my heated cheeks as he rested his hand on my lower back. "You should see my cabin, beautiful. Its very spacious. Perfect for children." He said the words loud enough that I knew Jax could hear them and his glare grew more heated against my back.
I picked up on what Lyxton was doing and I grinned up at him. "Is it?" I wanted to needle Jax, wanted to poke and prod at him. He had hurt me and I wanted to get back at him. It didn't matter that he could kiss me until I forgot the world around me. It didn't matter that he was the first and only male that had cared about my pleasure. It didn't matter that his touch made me melt. What mattered was the fact he had lied to me to have sex, that he wanted to abandon me to a world I didn't know or understand.
I had a suspicion that the only reason I was with them now was that Lyxton had taken pity on me. I wasn't sure if it was because of my shitty childhood or what had happened between me and Jax. I was confused by it and Lyxton wasn't helping that confusion as he rubbed my lower back with a low chuckle. "I know ye are thinking, beautiful. I wouldn't worry about it. You might enjoy him jealous." He bumped his hip against mine and that dark rumble that followed us grew louder and louder until I was picked up around the waist and thrown over Jax's shoulder.
I let out a sound of indignation, thumping my fist against his back as my magick crackled violently in my veins. His growls were loud and dominating as we moved further away from Lyxton. "You put me down right now!" I bared my teeth as he let out a dangerous snarl, my magick felt unpredictable but just out of my reach. I couldn't get a hold of it like I had the first time I had hit him. It was frustrating me that it was so clear and close but I couldn't touch it. "Right now!" I didn't want him to be close enough to me to make me forget about my anger.
He gave another snarl as his long strides took us further and further away before he abruptly stopped and set me down. His grip was tight on my hips before he pulled me close. "Stop!" I shoved at his chest and it vibrated against my palms as he shoved his face into my neck and the heat of my desire flooded through me.
He spoke roughly in that language, that I knew I would never be able to decipher, as his large hands spread out over my sides before he slid his hands down to grab my ass. I gave a gasp of indignation as he lifted me up. "You do not get to man handle me!" My magick finally sparked from my hands and snapped against his skin as he lowered me down to the ground.
"Silence." It was a deep and heavy order that had me trying to kick him. I wasn't just some dainty little female. I would do my best to hurt him even as I shivered as his hands slid up the skirt I was wearing. I attempted to head butt him and he let out a heavy growl as he looked down at me, his hands holding me tightly. "He willna treasure ye like I do." It was a rumble and rich statement that made my nipples harden against the plain bra I had been given to wear. I hated that he had that much control over my body using just words.
"Fucking liar!" I hated that he was giving me sweet words in an attempt to get me to spread my legs for him. I hated that I was still nothing more to him than a willing female. However it was getting harder to fight when I knew boundless pleasure for me rested in his hands.
He pressed his mouth to my neck and I inhaled sharply. "He willna cherish ye like I do." He muttered the words against my skin and I bared my teeth, scratching my nails over the back of his neck as he grunted a sound of appreciation.
"Lies." He would continue to lie to me until he decided he was done with me and I would be left alone. I didn't want that. I wanted a guy to love me and all I had was a horny werewolf who was making my mind hazy with desire. I wanted to shove him off because of my anger but I was also throbbing for him, my sex was practically weeping for him.
I pushed his head from my neck and he relented after a few moments. I pulled him down, pressing my lips against his. Despite his lies I still liked how the sex made me feel close to him. I also liked sex with him period and if he was offering I wasn't going to reject that. I slid my legs apart and allowed him to press between them as I tangled my hands into his long hair.
He took control immediately and both of our actions were frantic and borderline angry as clothes came off, nearly tearing before we were both naked and he slid deep within me. My back arched and I let out a drawn out moan as I drug my nails over his shoulders. "Fuckin' exquisite." He bit my neck as he thrust into me. My mouth dropped open and my eyes fell closed as I panted, matching his movements with my own. "Do ye like this?" At the rough growl as he slid his hand down my side to grasp my ass and giving it a heavy squeeze as he gave a hard thrust. I moaned in response, giving a faint nod.
I couldn't speak, too focused on chasing that peak to say anything. That slick heat that was rolling over me as my neck and chest flushed with my pleasure and desire. His mouth closed over one nipple and a harsh exhale escaped me at the pleasure that it brought. I writhed beneath him, unable to think as his movements grew harsher, angrier. He pulled his mouth away from my aching breast as he removed his hand from my ass and sunk it into my hair.
"Feel what I do t' ye, Violet." His voice was rough and guttural as he thrust into me again and again, shoving me up towards that peak, heating my body so that sweat beaded on my skin. "He will never make ye feel this way. Never." At that roughly said word I shattered around him, bathing him in my release as I gave a sharp cry as the pleasure crashed over me in waves that made my skin tingle and my body convulse slightly.
He bit my neck, giving a heavy and possessive growl as he gave a heavy thrust, unleashing within me and leaving me feeling almost claimed by the wicked and torturous weremale. My arms fell over my head, breathing heavy as he made his temporary claim over me and my pleasure and there was a small spark of fear within me that he was right. There would be no other male that would make me feel the way he did.
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Shadow of the Beast (Twisted Dark #2)
Paranormal~~~ Twisted Dark, Book II ~~~ Violet has never belonged to herself. She has been under the thumb of a cruel Elder Witch named Irma since before she could remember. Spending her life as an experiment in Coven Thirteen or as a shopkeep in a...
