Page 17 of The Blood Witch

“Make me,” she challenged.

Alastair grinned. He loved this. Loved that challenge that flashed in her eyes, loved the resistance. He lowered his mouth to hers, his lips hovering right above hers as he repeated the command.

“On your knees.” He wrapped the words in persuasion this time. An ancient gift, one few Vampires possessed. Immediately she complied, dropping gracefully to her knees in front of him, without a single thought. He kept his hand on her face, tilting her chin up toward him and smiling down at her in victory.

Fey’s expression changed, rage flaring to life behind her eyes.

“Fuck your persuasion,” she snapped. “That’s cheating.” But she made no move to stand or fight off his influence.

He ran his thumb along the curve of her bottom lip. He could spend all day looking at her like this, down on her knees for him. Could spend his whole life just like this, and he would thank the Goddess for every blessed second.

But he had bigger plans.

“Suck,” he commanded, pushing the tip of his thumb into her mouth as the persuasion took her. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his finger, and her eyes closed as she sucked greedily on it, her tongue teasing the pad of his thumb.

“Good girl,” he told her, pulling the thumb from her mouth and dragging it down her face.

“Fuck you,” she spat.

“Tell me to stop,” he teased. He let go of her face, his hands moving to his belt instead. Her eyes followed his fingers hungrily. When he undid his belt and paused, her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Tell me to stop and I will, Witchling. You know I will.”

She didn’t. She watched him remove his belt, watched him unzip his pants slowly and take his cock out, his fingers trailing downthe length.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, again, threading his hand in her hair and twisting her face to look up at him.

Eyes blazing, Fey held his gaze and said nothing.

“Suck,” he commanded again, and Fey moaned as she shifted forward and took his cock in her mouth.

Chapter 7

FEY

The noise Alastair made as she swallowed him sent a jolt of heat down her body and straight between her legs. Fey let out a desperate sound of her own as her lips stretched around his length and she took him deep in her throat.

He knew she could fight off his persuasion whenever she wanted. It was even easier now, with all four elements at her command. She could shrug off his influence like it was nothing.

But it was nice to let go like this. To let someone else take control.

As her tongue rolled over him, Fey let herself go, surrendering completely to his command.

“Fuck, Fey.” Alastair shuddered, his hand clutching her hair and his head tipping back. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Fey’s eyes shut, and she moaned around him again. With her hands tied in front of her, she couldn’t touch herself, and her body craved his attention. She wanted his hands on her, wanted to feel him in more than just her mouth.

“Such a good Witch,” he whispered, and Fey’s groan turned to a snarl. Alastair chuckled, Goddess damn him, gripping her hair hard and pulling her even closer, pushing his length further into her throat. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled her away, yanking his cock out of her mouth.

Hand still gripping her hair, he pulled her up and off her knees until she was standing in front of him. He was still smirking at her, that cruel smile, and a part of her wanted to slap it off his face.

“What’s wrong, Witchling?” he said, mockingly. “Don’t you like being my good girl?”

She did. She loved it, and he knew it. Just hearing him say it made her wet. But she ground her teeth together, staring him down.

“I don’t belong to you, Alastair,” she taunted him. “And I’m not agoodanything.”

He laughed, stepping closer into her space and forcing her to step backwards. Back, back, until she felt the wood of his desk against the back of her thighs. He lifted her up onto the desk and then pulled her down by her hair until she was laid before him like a sacrifice.

“I think you’re lying,” he mocked, face so close to hers she felt his breath against her lips. His tongue snaked out, teasing her lips, making her arch and writhe beneath him. When he finally kissed her, she was desperate for it, opening her mouth for him and letting him take what he wanted.

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