Do You Know Spanish?

LC:

Dancing through the house locking up for the night, peeking out the plantation styled windows as the hazy moon winked back at quiet landscaping, draping the Mexican Plum trees in a soft hazy glow.

Belly rolling through the hallway, checking to make sure the shotguns were fully loaded before slipping into the bedroom. Stripping from my sour clothes smelling like a combination of horse muck and enchiladas, laughing lightly as they swooshed into the hamper. Side shuffling into the bathroom with the lively beats of the Moroccan-dance music, firing up the rainfall shower with a twirling hand through the cascading water as the hot water pelted and massage the tight knot between my shoulders.

Derek and the kids went up to the ranch, while I finished up a few things here at the orphanage before joining them tomorrow evening. Apparently the DeLois family didn’t like our involvement in Peyton’s capture, so Derek was released of all his duties at the firehouse leaving us in a decent position to retire early. Squealing in excitement as ‘Alech Taadi’ Khaled started playing, dancing around the shower shampooing my blonde locks, swaying my hips ‘my mama gave me’ with a bright smile plastered across my face as the police chase from ‘The Fifth Element’ flashed through my thoughts.

Remembering how Elicia’s face lit-up to the upbeat rhythm, laughing, yelling at the TV as poor Leeloo was tossed around the taxi like a ragdoll. Shivering in a rushing heat as my barrier spell chimed softly through the house, sounding like a rain stick, quickly rinsing the shampoo from my hair as my body slammed up against the titled enclosure. Smashing my nose into the glass mosaic that lined the walls in soft greens and blues. Flung backwards, sliding across the marble tiled floor with an eerie screeching squeal of flesh and water, wiping away the soap that stung at my eyes as Peyton stalked angrily towards my naked figure.

Scrambling to my feet as the soft gray-white marble stained in a crimson water coloring as the blood poured from my busted lip and nose.

“No-where to hide Mama Clay.” Peyton’s timbered voice laughed mockingly as he rushed at me through the hallway, shoulder thrusting me back through the pantry wall, collapsing in on myself as the shelving and contents exploded in all directions, dropping to my side in a bone cracking thud.

Covering my face and chest, flinching as can goods slammed into my shoulders, forearms, and ribcage with hollowed metal thuds. Hoisted up by my dripping locks as Peyton tossed me across the rustic-farmhouse kitchen, bouncing off the solid butcher block island landing on the floor with a whimpering shout. Snapping up quickly, thrusting out my hand as a fiery ball launched from my palm, smacking dead-center as his body catapulted through the white-washed brick wall into the living room with a crashing thud.

“Thanks, I always wanted a more open-concept.” Running up to him, grabbing Zariah’s baseball bat from the debris scattered across the rich walnut floor, striking a ‘home run’ to his charging torso as his body folded over the wooden obstruction. Back-handed into a half-spin, slamming into the rubble as his fingers forcefully latched onto my locks yanking backward.

“Oh, my ‘Thank you’ just got more interesting.” His busted, bruised face tilted into a sinister smirk as my body was forcefully dragged through the debris, hissing out against the sharp brick pieces as they sliced and scraped across my battered body. Slammed back into the butcher block with a howling scream, feeling my kidneys and spine take the blunt force straight on. Kicking, clawing at his limbs as his knee slammed into my abdomen with a gagging cough, pushing me back as he positioned between my bloody, bruised thighs.

“F-fuck you!” Spitting into his face, slapped forcefully with a goliath open-palm as his hand snaked around my throat, pushing all his weight into his grip as he struggled with his belt buckle. Smiling evilly at his confused expression sniffing the air as his dark chocolate-ambers swirled with a hidden lust and confusion as my magical façade faded away, and my true identity revealed.

It’s just a bunch of Hocus Pocus!

“Plum blossom and lavender.” He froze for enough time to counter his towering stance, snapping my hands out, twisting like I was turning a big door knob as his body flipped through the air, landing on the butcher block island in surprise.

Two quick snaps of my fingers, followed by the sharp zig-zag motion of my finger to secure his beastly body in place, allowing me a few moments to regain my composure. His growling snarls echoed through the house while a thunderous laugh slipped from my lungs.

“What’s the matter? ‘Baby’, wasn’t expecting me?” Laughing evilly as his flaring nostrils sucked in the intoxicating aroma of my arousal and anger, sliding up between his thighs as his jeans constricted angrily across his erection that pushed beneath the denim, begging to be freed.

Climbing up the old butcher island, straddling across his groin as my fingers walked along his panting chest, his snarling warnings falling on deft ears. Grinding my exposed sex against his twitching bulge, humming in delight with what was fixing to come.

Hah! Come. He’ll come alright but also break from the pain he was fixing to experience.

“Fucking witches.” He growled wildly, shivering against the rumbling vibrations that tickled my dripping core as my fingers walked slowly down his stomach. Circling his cute ‘innie’ belly button as they slowly unbuckled, unsnapped, and clicked his zipper down to free the twitching mass that screamed for release.

“That’s right ‘Baby’, once you have ‘witch’ there’s no turning back.” Slipping my fingers around his throbbing girth, exposing it to the dripping heat that pooled between my thighs as it thumped wildly in my palm, circling my thumb along his engorged head as his head slammed into the butcher block with a growling moan.

“H-How?” He managed to pant out as my palm squeezed the hardened muscle into a frenzy of thumping heat, teasing his head with my twitching bundle of nerves, humming in delight as the rushing shocks of electricity rolled through the sensitive nerves.

“I’ve known for a long time. Witches have a different connection to the mate bond, so we can sense them early-on, oh, say freshmen year.” Grinding my hips and dripping lips along his shaft as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, thrusting his hips up into my vise grip around his girth.

Typical male response.

“Why do you think I dropped-out of school and completed from home, because I didn’t want you to find me.” Thumbing his precum around his head as his fangs elongated in a snarling grunt, thrusting his hips to get more friction as his throbbing head darkened in color.

“You could have rejected me.” His groaning growl had me seeing shooting stars as the vibrations rumbled through my sensitive body.

“At first I was going to wait for your ‘bear’ to awaken, but then the night of the bon fire I saw something that shattered my whole world.” Leaning down to his ear, licking along that tight jawline clenching angrily against the snapping shocks that tingled through the hot muscle into a flicking frenzy of moans.

“You and your brother hurt my sister and that’s unforgivable.” Leaning back enough to catch his blackened orbs drinking in my bruised, bloody flesh as my hips swirled and bucked against his twitching shaft, sliding back enough to feel the twitching mass slip slowly into my quivering core.

“W-what are you doing?” His voice growled through gritted teeth as my quivering walls pushed further down, bottoming out as my vibrating walls rolled and constricted naturally around his twitching girth.

“What is deserved.” Licking along his neck, circling the soft fleshy patch with the tip, rolling, bucking my hips as he fought to break loose from the invisible restraints that held him in place.

“You left after you graduated so I didn’t have the chance...” Moaning wildly against the rolling electricity that ripped up my spine as his hips bucked up, slamming forcefully into my depths as my body unleashed a sensual dance of swaying, rolling flesh.

“For what?” His hot lips traced along my neck as his tongue flicked out along the sensitive flesh, snapping my hips forcefully as the tight coil of heat collected in my core with each stroking thrust.

“Do you know Spanish?” Whispering seductively to his jaw as our thrusts became erratic, more controlled in rhythm, smiling at the tight nod as his growling grunt triggered the swirling heat to roll through my body.

“Yo, Bailey Moon Clay, te rechazo, Peyton Richard DeLois como mi compañero. (I, Bailey Moon Clay, reject you, Peyton Richard DeLois as my mate.)” Moaning out as our bodies exploded into different stratospheres as his painful cries roared out through the passionate cries that rolled freely from my lips.

Placing a gentle kiss to his forehead, sliding from his trembling, screaming form as he rolled to the floor with thunderous thud.