Chapter 12

NATHANIEL




"What are you talking about?" I asked, keeping my voice calm even though my thoughts flew around in my head in a frenzy.




Did she find out the truth about me being a demon?




Did Sandra tell her?




She was the only one that knew about it, after all.




"Don't insult me by saying you don't know what I'm talking about or try to act like I'm insane."




"Why would I do that?"




"Because all you do is lie."




"When have I ever lied to you?"




"Um, every single fucking time I've asked you a question? If you don't lie, you give a very vague answer which doesn't help at all."




"And how would you know I wasn't telling the truth all those times?"




She crossed her arms, shooting me a glare. "I asked if you were going after the Nighthowler just this morning, and you said no. What changed in the space of a few hours?"




"There are some things you're better off not knowing."




"So you said. Honestly, I'm not even bothered by that anymore. What I'm concerned about is the mark on my fucking neck. This isn't a werewolf mark. I've seen the marks on Kimberly and Reese's necks. Neither of them looks like this."




I slid out of my seat, heading for the door.




"Where are you going?" She asked, hot on my heels.




"To bed."




"It's still mid-morning."




The truth was I was tired, but another reason I was escaping to my room was so her questioning could end. If she pressed further, she could find out the truth, and I wasn't ready for that yet. No doubt she'd freak out, and it would only be a matter of time before the news spread.




"You're just avoiding answering the question. If you won't tell me, I'll find the answers myself."




"I'm curious as to how you'll do that. Just to be sure, you do remember that the mark on your neck isn't a mating mark, right?"




"I do. Nikki said that wasn't a factor."




"Rather than believe the words of others, why not find out yourself?"




"I intend to," she called out as I disappeared into my room.




***




"How is your little research coming up?" I asked, jolting her awake.




She was perched on a chair next to the window. A few books were scattered on the table in front of her, some laid wide-open on the floor while the one she'd been reading before she dozed off laid on her chest.




"Shut up," she growled, pushing her hair out of her face. She gasped when she looked out the window. "It's late. How long have I been here?"




"The whole day. Did you find out anything interesting?" I asked, trying to keep my smile at bay.




She rose to her feet, snapping the book shut before reaching down to pick up the rest that had fallen. "Think about it; I wouldn't have to go through a lot of stress if you'd just tell me what you are."




"What's the fun in that?"




"It's fun to see me all stressed out?"




I grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her body against mine. "You're bringing the stress upon yourself."




She looked up at me. "It doesn't have to be that way. What are you?" She asked, her hand gripping the waistband of my shorts.




I grabbed her hand before she could go any lower. "What are you doing?"




"What does it look like I'm doing?" She shot back, her voice lowering an octave as her other hand dragged down my chest, gripping me through my shorts.




"Do you think this is going to give you answers?" I shook my head at her, pressing her against the wall. "It will take more than- fuck!" I slammed my hands on either side of her, pressing my head against the wall above her head.




"You were saying?" She asked with a triumphant smile as her hand stroked my cock ever so slowly.




"There's nothing to tell."




"Are you sure?" She smirked smugly, slipping her hand into my pants until she had my cock in her hand.




Her hesitant movements coupled with her intoxicating citrusy smell drove me wild. If I didn't pull away soon, things could go south fast.




I tried to pull away, but she wasn't having any of that. Her eyes had turned a bright shade of red from how horny she was. She grabbed onto my shirt, yanking me closer to her.




"Not this time," she growled. I could tell her werewolf was close to the surface.




"What do you want?" I asked, just as turned on by her dominance.




It wasn't supposed to be this way. I craved the submission. Both parts of me were thrilled by it, but here I was, a few seconds away from ripping her clothes off.




After having a taste of her in my office two weeks ago, I'd craved more, and it had taken quite a lot of effort to stay away. I made sure to leave the house long before she woke up. The only time we spent together was dinner, and the few minutes were usually spent in silence.




I was at the breaking point now. Even though I could break free from her grasp, I chose not to. I wanted her just as much.




"Fuck me," she ordered, sending thrills through my body.




"On my terms. If you want my cock, it will be on my terms."




"What terms?" She asked, her eyes dancing with excitement.




***




AYRA




"You're not turning on the lights?" I asked as I felt his naked body crawl over mine.




"It's much better this way," he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck. "Every single touch gets heightened. Don't worry about seeing me. Just feel."




Just feel.




That was what I intended to do. I relaxed into the bed, my eyes falling shut even in the dark room.




He slid down my body, leaving kisses on my body the lower he went. He nudged my thighs open with his broad shoulders before placing a kiss above the triangle of my sex.




"Holy fuck!" I hissed, clawing at the sheets beneath me as his tongue dragged along my slit. His fingers paused at my entrance as if seeking my permission, one I was too eager to give. "Fuck yes."




He growled before sinking two fingers into my pussy, the intrusion sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head. His thumb made circles around my clit, teasing me as his fingers fucked me at a brutal pace. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to trap the moan that threatened to slip out as the orgasm tore through my body.




He pulled away, and my moan of disapproval quickly turned into one of pleasure when he turned me on my stomach, yanked my hips upward before sinking his steely cock into me, my walls clinging to him.




"Oh, shit. You're so big," I cried out when he kept on pushing inside of me.




"You're going to take it, anyway, aren't you?" He asked, slapping my ass, the sting sending me over the edge once more. He chuckled, slapping my other ass cheek. "I think I'm going to wear your tight, little pussy out before I even get started."




He slammed the rest of his cock inside me, and I was certain the hardness of his thrust would have sent me flying forward had he not been holding my hips.




I buried my face into the sheets, welcoming his hard thrusts and occasional spanks. His hands reached for my breast, tweaking my nipples hard until the buds tightened.




"Fuck me," he groaned. "If only you could see this right now. Your dripping cunt taking every inch of my cock."




"Can't see in the dark," I said, turning my head to the side. "My enhanced senses haven't returned yet."




He palmed my breast in his hand. "Smartass. You like it when I fuck this little cunt and make it mine?"




His filthy words spurred me on, and I began moving my hips in tandem with his, meeting him thrust for thrust.




The only sound that could be heard in the room was our cries of pleasure, coupled with the sound of our skin slapping together as his dick tunneled in and out of me.




"You haven't answered my question, Ayra."




"Yes, fuck yes. Harder," I screamed, grasping desperately at the sheets as his already hard thrusts became harder.




Even as he fucked me into oblivion, I could tell he was still holding back. For me. My delirious mind couldn't wander on the thought long enough. His thrusts became erratic, and I could tell he was close to coming.




"You're going to come on my cock until I can feel your come running down my balls, and when you come, I'll just keep on fucking you until all you can do is scream my name." He bellowed, his hand curling around my neck to cut off my circulation.




His other hand went between my legs, rubbing my clit furiously. My body tingled in anticipation of my orgasm. Suddenly, everything felt too much; his thumb working my clit, the hand he had curled around my throat, and his big cock fucking me.




I came on a scream that broke off into sobs as he kept on pounding my pussy, his hand firmly around my neck. I was barely coming down from my first high when another orgasm slammed into me, this one more powerful than the first.




A few more thrusts and Nathaniel was following behind me as his warm seed shot out of his cock, coating my walls until I was filled to the brim.




He tried to pull out of me, and on instinct, my walls tightened around him, the now familiar feel of his veiny cock imprinted on my mind.




He pulled out of me with a chuckle, collapsing on the bed next to me. "Greedy pussy."




I snuggled against his side, and instead of pulling away like I expected him to, he pulled me closer to his body, his warmth enveloping me.




"We should go clean up," I mumbled, my limbs too heavy to move. "I can feel your come dripping down my thighs, but my limbs are like jelly."




He slid out of bed, placing a kiss on my lips. "I'll go draw you a bath."




I had a goofy grin on my face long after he left.




*Stop it, Ayra. It was just sex. It doesn't mean something is going on between us.*




"Warring with yourself already?" Nathaniel questioned before I felt arms reach for me. "Why don't you leave that for tomorrow?"




I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You're right. I can berate myself for fucking you tomorrow."




"I wouldn't expect anything less," he said with a grin, lowering me into the water before climbing in himself.




I had a grin of my own as I placed my head on his chest, soaking in the warmth of the water. Maybe I could get used to this side of Nathaniel, after all.