Page 49 of The Fearless Witch

Paula sucked in a sharp breath.

“Are you insane?” she snarled, catching my shoulders and squeezing them. “No wonder you look like you’re about to explode! How are you even standing? Didn’t Regina…” She trailed off, shaking her head before giving me a weak smile. “I’m going to find you a man.” I opened my mouth to say no, but winced instead. She shook her head. “Or a woman. Whatever you prefer.” She raised an eyebrow in question, but when I didn’t elaborate, she sighed. “You need to get your magic under control, Samara. For all of our sakes. You aren’t a Second to run around doing whatever you want. You are the Head Witch now. Your Coven is your first and only priority.” Her fingers dug into my shoulder even tighter. “And to do what you need to do, your head must be clear and your magic stable.”

I snarled in frustration. With the way things were going, it wouldn’t be long before I cracked under the pressure Mathias was inflicting on my mind. If fucking a man was what got some of the load off my shoulders, I had to do it.

“I prefer men,” I sighed in defeat. “Be discreet about it. And help me to my room first.”

“Of course.” Paula nodded readily, sliding an arm around my waist.

I tried to keep my back straight while we walked through the corridors of the new house we had moved into. Most of the witches stayed at their own homes since the danger was minimal out there while the ward was up, but some had opted to remain together and this mansion was the only place, other than Regina’s ruined home, that could accommodate so many. I hadn’t bothered to ask what happened to the wealthy man who owned it, but I figured he didn’t need it anymore.

I didn’t notice when we reached the master bedroom until Paula led me inside, telling me she’d be back soon. The chamber wasn’t much to look at, despite its extravagant interior that made even Regina’s mansion look modest. The ache between my legs was getting uncomfortable, so I gave up on exploring and dragged my feet toward the bed. I hadn’t even crossed half the distance when I heard the door behind me open.

“That was fast. How did you—” I turned around and froze when I noticed it wasn’t Paula closing the door, but… Mathias. He had changed his clothes to his usual black ones, his hair falling casually over his forehead as he smirked at me.

“Missed me?”

I took a step back, wondering if there was another exit. I didn’t dare look away from him as he followed, but I couldn’t let myself get cornered, either.

“W-W-What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed. “What if someone saw you? What if—”

“I’m only seen when I want to be seen. And if they did somehow, then they’d be…gone,” he replied with that same infuriating smile that put me more on edge than his angry sneer. “Now, to the real question here. What do you think you are doing?”

My thighs hit something, and I glanced back to find out I had reached the bed. I considered climbing on it to get away from him faster, but decided against it. I didn’t want to be in bed with Mathias moving toward me with that expression. So I raised my hand just as he was about to enter my personal space and held it firm when he tried to push past it.

“Enough!” I hissed, and he finally stopped. “I’m trying to fix the mess Regina made and you are not helping! Stop this fucking torture!”

“Release me and I will.” He shrugged, wrapping his fingers around mine. I tried to yank my hand free, but he only held it tighter. “I don’t like doing this to you. In fact,” His eyes lowered to my mouth, then to the tight dress I wore, before settling on my face. The pain between my thighs got almost as bad as the one in my head. “There are many other things I would prefer to be doing, but you’re not leaving me much of a choice.” His smile withered, and he squeezed my hand until I was sure a bone would snap. “Enough games, Samara. Free me.”

“No,” I said loud and clear, finally pulling away from him. He stared at his empty palm before letting it fall by his side. “Now get out of here and stay out of sight!”

“Why, so you can get fucked by a stranger?” The edges of his lips curved up, but his eyes remained ice cold. How did he know about that? Was he listening to us?

“What I do is none of your business!” I snarled, trying to move past him, but he was faster. Grabbing my arm, he shoved me onto the bed, removing the space between us in the blink of an eye. When he pinned my wrists above my head, he grinned like a demon.

“If you think for a second that I’ll stand by and listen to you begging for more while another man fucks you, you are clearly delusional,” he whispered against my lips. I turned my head aside, thinking he might try to kiss me, but he just kept staring with a look that made me grit my teeth before a treacherous moan escaped them.

“Then don’t listen,” I hissed, telling myself I should lash out, throw him across the room and run. I probably wouldn’t get far, but if I ordered him to stay away… No, I couldn’t do that. I had already given him an order and the strain on my body was horrendous. I just had to do what worked best with him—ignore him until he got bored.

Mathias traced his nose over the length of my neck, inhaling deeply while his breath ghosted my skin.

“The thing is, Samara, I can’t,” he whispered, and when I felt his lips press against my throat, I jerked away on instinct. His grip tightened, making sure I couldn’t go far, and the cold touch of his power told me there would be no fighting. Not with magic, at least. “With this bond between us, it’s impossible not to listen to your thoughts.” His teeth nibbled my skin and pain shot through my body. “Your emotions…” He ran his tongue over the aching place as if to soothe it before speaking again. “… your needs. Especially when they are so goddamn loud.”

I tentatively checked my mental wards, making sure they were still intact, but nothing seemed out of order. Relief filled my mind, but it only lasted until something slammed into them so hard, they shattered like glass. I gasped in surprise when Mathias barged into my head, moving through the fog that had taken over like he owned the place. The pain intensified, and the burning turned into an inferno while old memories flashed before my eyes. I thought I had locked those away, but he found them so quickly… Or maybe those weren’t mine but his.

Our first and only night together had always been a blur in my mind, trapped in a mist of lust and need I had no control over. All I could remember was dragging myself to his room and kissing him, and then we were in his bed and I was screaming his name.

But this… this was vivid and clear, like it was happening right now. Every touch, every breath, every moan, and every scream. I could smell the soap he favored, taste the bitter tea on his lips, feel his tongue in my mouth, on my neck, on my breasts, between my legs.

I fought the urge to rub my thighs together to relieve the tension building between them. Watching my past self groan and writhe while he fucked her like a man possessed felt so filthy and wrong that all I wanted to do was look away, but I couldn’t. And my body… my fucking body wanted to feel all of that again.

“It will.” Mathias nibbled at my ear and when the vision faded enough for me to see properly, I realized I was now lying on the edge of my bed with him between my legs. “You will.” He repeated, just as his hands pushed my skirt up.

I wanted to say no, to jerk away, but as his thumb found my center and rubbed over it through my soaked panties, all I could do was moan. With a soft chuckle, he knelt before me, pressing his nose against my underwear. The low, approving sound he made had my insides clenching with anticipation.

I bit my lip to stop myself from begging him to keep going, but a light brush over my mind told me he already knew. He ran his tongue over the drenched lace with painful slowness, teasing me through the fabric until I whined. His hand yanked the panties aside until they disintegrated in his grip. I only had time for one surprised gasp before his tongue delved into me, destroying the last of my resistance.

I moaned while he folded his arms around my thighs, pushing my legs up until I was bare for him. The sounds of him licking and groaning made me dizzy with desire and before I knew it, I was cumming so hard, I screamed.

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