Page 30 of Beneath the Watching

“Please.” I lifted my leg off the floor and had to lay it on Stefan’s for lack of anywhere else to put it. The movement forced his hips closer to mine and I couldn’t say I didn’t want to be filled by him as he’d suggested. His solid erection was pushing right against my pussy, and he rocked into me, rubbing his length against my clit.

“You’re going to learn to trust me,” he said, rocking his cock against my most sensitive spot again as a moan emanated from my lips.

Trust him after he’d shoved me into a car? My head was still clouded, everything moving too fast for me to catch my breath or think further. The mystery music had started up in the background, again. The room was as black as night, but I knew it was only the two of us. I twisted away as much as I could, but Stefan stopped me, holding me in place as if I could go anywhere with myself bound and his weight on top of me.

He sat back, keeping a hand on my side while he brushed his knuckles against my cheek. It dawned on me that he could see clearly while I couldn’t see a thing.

“How am I supposed to trust you when I don’t know you?” I asked. “Plus, you shoved me in a car.” A wave of discomfort coursed through me as I was unused to being this assertive, especially with someone whom I cared what they thought.

More discomfort rose in my chest. I didn’t want to feel so strongly about this man. I shouldn’t have felt the way I did, not with how he treated me. I wanted to curl up in a ball, but I was trapped, not even able to bring my knees up and hide to protect myself from my treacherous thoughts.

Stefan let out a short sigh and backed up, moving his legs off the couch before he pulled mine over his own. The edge of my rear was right against his thigh, and he curled a hand under my leg, stopping dangerously close to my lower lips.

The lights in the room flickered back on the same time as I saw him gazing down at me, an arrogant smirk curling his lips.

9

STEFAN

It was allI could do to stop myself from taking her right then and there. She was willing, much more willing than I’d expected. The scent of her arousal permeated the atmosphere and filled my mouth with its heady, sweet flavor. I wanted to tear her to pieces and inhale her screams, forcing orgasm after orgasm from the nest between her soft thighs. Instead, I swallowed my obsessive musings and held her.

I could’ve brought her to ecstasy without a single touch and relieved her of her burden. But if I had to suffer, so would she. Her eyes kept flickering to my stiff cock, watching it. Her little pink tongue flickered out to wet her lips before she caught me staring at her. Her eyes shuttered and she leaned back, defeated.

If I took her, I’d never let her go. It was unfair of me, but I’d keep her anyway and in the space of fifteen seconds, I’d decided her fate.

Julian had taken far more notice of her than I’d initially realized, sending out feelers. Without a shadow of a doubt, Mabel must possess some type of valuable and elusive magic within her, or he wouldn’t have bothered to seek her out.

There was also the matter of Lucien as it turned out Kiara was undeniably his long lost daughter—the stolen baby the abyss informed Mabel of. I’d been updated on the situation and wasn’t sure what to do with the confirmed news. I scratched my chin, considering the implications. It seemed too great a coincidence for the two women to be friends. This would bring attention we didn’t want and Lucian expected me to do my part in keeping things running smoothly.

I hadn’t heard any sounds while we traversed the tunnels, but I had to believe Mabel did. There was no other reason she would’ve articulated that phrase. According to Ilya, Kiara was a powerful witch. What did this mean for my woman?

Feeding Mabel my blood hadn’t had any discernible effect on her. If it had, she’d have been on my lap this very moment, impaling herself on my cock and pleasuring me with her wet heat. She was able to resist me, including when she didn’t want to.

The tiny taste of her essence I’d just indulged in was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted and there was no way I’d give up something so very much meant for me.

Her quiet presence soothed me as it always did, and I found myself relaxing beside her. Selfishly, I didn’t want to give that up and unselfishly, I wanted to protect her from those who would kill her and steal her soul along with her magic. I’d destroy anyone who tried to take her away and relish the bloodshed.

The only solution I could think of was to keep her here in the castle. If I couldn’t be with her for some reason, I’d have Benjamin and Jack tasked with the responsibility of keeping her safe. They’d pay a steep price if anything happened to her. The very thought had me clenching my teeth and digging my nails into my palms.

“What’s wrong?” Mabel’s soft voice brought me back from my turbulent thoughts.

I stood up and grabbed my pants and slid them back on. “Nothing. I’ll take care of everything.” Mabel stared at me. “You’re coming with me to a ball tonight. I’ll have a member of staff bring you a dress,” I told her, my tone leaving no room for argument.

She sat up. “A ball?” She gazed up at me, her expression not dissimilar to a stunned kitten. It was adorable, and all mine.

My shirt was wrinkled from being tossed carelessly to the floor in my prior eagerness. I didn’t put it back on. I watched with satisfaction as her eyes slowly worked their way from my shoulders down to my waist. I’d been concerned she’d find me lacking but her rising scent told me otherwise as she perused my bare upper half.

“See something you like?” I smirked at her and waited.

The lightest tinge of pink scattered across her cheeks, and she quickly looked away. She began to wiggle around, trying to edge her legs under a blanket to remove her bare skin from my thirsty gaze. Visions of grabbing her by the neck and throwing her down on my bed to rip her clothing back off filled my head. It would happen at some point, some point soon, and when it did—I’d mark and claim her fully.

As much as I’d tried to tell myself I would protect her by staying away, I’d known my efforts would be futile. She was the sun to my moon, and I wanted to bathe in her light. Already, I spent too much time thinking about her and now with her here in my home? There was no turning back.

A thrill shot down my spine.

There was no way I’d give her up. Ever.

A knock sounded on the door, interrupting my introspection. “Get dressed,” I directed Mabel.

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