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"They told me you were taller, guess they lied to me too," I instantly regret it, it was lame to say.
I stood up again, my hands fisted at my sides, frustrated with my own nervous reaction to him.
"I need to put my scent on you Synthia," his evil little smirk came back.
"Excuse me? Is that some lame-ass Fae joke?" I cringed.
"My club is invitation only," he said, as if I didn't already know that, everyone knew that.
"And?"
"And you are either owned...or food, so if you want to take your chances and come in as a free agent, be my guest. But those who come in unclaimed are unprotected."
"Which means?" I asked already twirling the implications of that inside my over active mind.
"Which means, if another Fae claimed you...he could make you his bitch ," his voice had lowered on the last word.
"And if I allow you to claim me...then I’m your bitch?" I wasn't doing this, I hated the Fae. They used humans as food and while a lot of other creatures did as well, his kind could leave a shell behind of whomever they fucked.
"You work for me Synthia, you are already my... bitch ," he replied coldly, deadly, chills ran over my skin and my heart sunk to meet my toes on the dirt that I stood upon.
"I. Am. Not . You’re . Any-Fucking-Thing!"
"You will be," he said with an air of confidence that only pissed me off more.
"You wish. I won't sleep with you. Period! If I wanted dick, I'd take it. And yours is so not on the list of dicks I'd take, buddy."
"If I wanted you Witch, you'd crawl to me. Begging for release..." he stopped talking, his eyes doing that Fae-fuck glow thing again. And then I was. Crawling, in the freaking dirt no less!
"Stop it!" I shouted even as I pushed my ass out and up for him. My skin was afire with need. My sex grew moist and ready for him. I wanted to crawl into the fetal position and cry. I wanted to get up, off the cold ground and smash his pretty fucking face.
"Beg me," he purred, his arms folded over his massive chest as he watched me continue to crawl to where he stood leaning against the car. "Are you wet for me, I could make you show me just how wet you are. I could make you do a lot of things right now if I wanted to. I won't, but know that I can do this at any time. So can those inside the club we're going into. So make a decision, go as my property, or take your chances with those who would take you. I won't babysit you. I just figured you might care who fucks you."
I growled angrily, my hands biting into the sharp rocks on the ground while my ass was in the air, hips spread wide with fuck-me-hard vibes coming out in heated waves. I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs, my nipples were hard and in need of his mouth. I wasn't feeling this, it was his Fae-fuck mind game, I knew that but the heat was too much.
"I ache," it came out husky and filled with need he had created.
He said nothing.
Did nothing.
Watching me silently as my hips gyrated with a mind of their own.
"Please," I cried, not from fear, but from a need so hot and fucking raw that at this moment in time, under his influence, under his power, I'd let him drive himself into my body just to make it stop.
"Touch yourself for me Syn," he said roughly, sending my pulse soaring.
I ground my teeth together, a strangled noise tearing from my throat as I rose up on my knees unable to stop myself from doing what he had said. I knew the Fae could use compulsion and even worse...they could do this. Make you crawl in the dirt, like some fucking dog with no more than a single heated look. He was able to override the tattoo and control me.
I glared up at him, or tried. My eyes had slanted, filling with lust for him. His were no longer on my face but on my hand that was even now cupping, stroking my junction through the rough jean fabric. I wanted to die as I moaned, the storm building inside of me demanding to be released. Demanding he remove my hand and replace it with his own more skillful touch.
"So, have you
"They told me you were taller, guess they lied to me too," I instantly regret it, it was lame to say.
I stood up again, my hands fisted at my sides, frustrated with my own nervous reaction to him.
"I need to put my scent on you Synthia," his evil little smirk came back.
"Excuse me? Is that some lame-ass Fae joke?" I cringed.
"My club is invitation only," he said, as if I didn't already know that, everyone knew that.
"And?"
"And you are either owned...or food, so if you want to take your chances and come in as a free agent, be my guest. But those who come in unclaimed are unprotected."
"Which means?" I asked already twirling the implications of that inside my over active mind.
"Which means, if another Fae claimed you...he could make you his bitch ," his voice had lowered on the last word.
"And if I allow you to claim me...then I’m your bitch?" I wasn't doing this, I hated the Fae. They used humans as food and while a lot of other creatures did as well, his kind could leave a shell behind of whomever they fucked.
"You work for me Synthia, you are already my... bitch ," he replied coldly, deadly, chills ran over my skin and my heart sunk to meet my toes on the dirt that I stood upon.
"I. Am. Not . You’re . Any-Fucking-Thing!"
"You will be," he said with an air of confidence that only pissed me off more.
"You wish. I won't sleep with you. Period! If I wanted dick, I'd take it. And yours is so not on the list of dicks I'd take, buddy."
"If I wanted you Witch, you'd crawl to me. Begging for release..." he stopped talking, his eyes doing that Fae-fuck glow thing again. And then I was. Crawling, in the freaking dirt no less!
"Stop it!" I shouted even as I pushed my ass out and up for him. My skin was afire with need. My sex grew moist and ready for him. I wanted to crawl into the fetal position and cry. I wanted to get up, off the cold ground and smash his pretty fucking face.
"Beg me," he purred, his arms folded over his massive chest as he watched me continue to crawl to where he stood leaning against the car. "Are you wet for me, I could make you show me just how wet you are. I could make you do a lot of things right now if I wanted to. I won't, but know that I can do this at any time. So can those inside the club we're going into. So make a decision, go as my property, or take your chances with those who would take you. I won't babysit you. I just figured you might care who fucks you."
I growled angrily, my hands biting into the sharp rocks on the ground while my ass was in the air, hips spread wide with fuck-me-hard vibes coming out in heated waves. I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs, my nipples were hard and in need of his mouth. I wasn't feeling this, it was his Fae-fuck mind game, I knew that but the heat was too much.
"I ache," it came out husky and filled with need he had created.
He said nothing.
Did nothing.
Watching me silently as my hips gyrated with a mind of their own.
"Please," I cried, not from fear, but from a need so hot and fucking raw that at this moment in time, under his influence, under his power, I'd let him drive himself into my body just to make it stop.
"Touch yourself for me Syn," he said roughly, sending my pulse soaring.
I ground my teeth together, a strangled noise tearing from my throat as I rose up on my knees unable to stop myself from doing what he had said. I knew the Fae could use compulsion and even worse...they could do this. Make you crawl in the dirt, like some fucking dog with no more than a single heated look. He was able to override the tattoo and control me.
I glared up at him, or tried. My eyes had slanted, filling with lust for him. His were no longer on my face but on my hand that was even now cupping, stroking my junction through the rough jean fabric. I wanted to die as I moaned, the storm building inside of me demanding to be released. Demanding he remove my hand and replace it with his own more skillful touch.
"So, have you
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