Page 68 of Beneath the Watching

“I can’t tell you. The information can’t be in your head where others could retrieve it, I won’t endanger you like that.” He moved away from the window and stopped in front of me. “I will tell you that Josiah and his people are not kind. There must be an ulterior motive for letting you live, other than your magic.”

“He called it a Sentient. And probably the family connection is why he didn’t eat me.”

“Yes, that's the proper term.” Stefan bent over, placing his hands on my shoulders. “I can’t stand his smell on you; its pissing me the fuck off.”

“Can I ask you something, first?”

“Anything,” he whispered.

I swallowed; my nerves shot over the pending question. “Did you ever feel that draw to Kiara you told me about? That affects Ilya and that guy?”

“No,” Stefan growled. “Yes, I canfeelthe draw, but that doesn’t mean I have to respond to it. And it would never affect me the same way it does them.”

This was good news, news that would shut up the intrusive thoughts that racked my brain at times. “Okay. Why does it get to them so much?”

“It's pure greed. And a sense of entitlement. Although we’re all gods, there’s still a hierarchy in the families and theirs are above mine.”

That was a relief, and I was thankful it wasn’t something for me to worry about. “How about we work on that smell now?” I reached up for him with a laugh over his sensitivity, ready to put the conversation behind and focus on the beautiful man in front of me.

His dark eyes stared down at me while he trailed his fingers along my chest. I held my breath as the tips brushed my skin, stopping to tug on my nipple and sending a pleasurable dart of pain through my breast.

Stefan leaned over my body and grabbed hold of me, pushing me back so my head hit the mattress. Next, he grasped my hips and straddled me, caging me between his arms. He bent and slid his tongue into my mouth, the warmth of his own engulfing me.

My hands fisted his shirt to pull him closer and I felt him give a little as he moved his lips across mine. He nudged a knee between my thighs, setting his other alongside mine. One hand traveled to my waist and pushed my pants down and I lifted my hips.

My clothing went to the floor and he sat up, rocking back on his heels to remove his own. “I need to be inside you, beauty,” he rasped. I moaned in response, my hands reaching out to help the process, but he batted me away.

It was painstakingly slow, the way he carefully slid each button from its hole. He’d pause and slip his fingers across my belly every few buttons, dipping his fingers through the folds between my legs. I was so wet, so turned on, I was soaked. Heunbuckled his belt, trailing it through the loops in slow motion and smirked. “Touch yourself,” he ordered.

My hand found its way down to my pussy and I tentatively dragged my pointer along the slit, watching as his eyes subtly began to glow.So pretty.

“Feed me,” he growled, and ran his tongue across his teeth.

I dipped my finger back between my legs, gliding them across my wet center. He shucked his pants and undergarments off and climbed back onto the bed on all fours and I brought my damp finger to his mouth. His hot tongue swiped at the digit before he sucked it in between his lips, the sensation increasing the pressure in my core. I moaned his name as he took my wrist and placed it beside my head.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, gazing at me. I felt it as he took all of me in, the caress of his admiration, his approval. The light in his eyes deepened with molten fire. “You do know I love you, right?”

I didn’t get the chance to answer as he sank his teeth into my neck, biting and licking. I gasped as his breath danced over my skin and he made little sounds of pleasure. His lips found mine again as he claimed my mouth to slide his tongue along mine. “Stefan, please,” I whimpered. I was losing my mind, my whole body enflamed with my need for him.

Pushing against him, I spread my legs wider. “Are you ready for me, love?” he whispered in my ear. He laughed darkly. “You want my thick cock filling you up, don’t you?” I moaned in response.

“Nobody touches you but me. Ever,” he declared in anger. I whimpered again as he lined the crown of his cock with my entrance and began pushing inside. He surged forward with a hiss and my back bowed in ecstasy. He began to fuck into me ruthlessly, my body sliding up and down the bed in hisdetermination to remove any trace of any other man ever having touched me.

My legs wrapped around his back as he pushed into me over and over until he slowed, his strokes tortuously slow. I lifted my hips to push my mound against him, desperate for relief when he grabbed me and flipped me over onto all fours.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. “You want my hand or the belt?” He slammed into me again and released his grasp. I dropped face-first onto to bed, my head spinning with lust. “I think my hand can make these cheeks nice and rosy,” he chuckled.

It took a moment, with desire fogging my brain, for the sting of impact to faze me. When it did, I cried out, yelling into my pillow.Smack, smack, smack. Stefan rained down three more slaps, alternating sides before he pounded his dick into me. It shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did heightening my arousal.

He reached underneath me and pressed his thumb to my clit before he lightly stroked it. The rush of endorphins and the expert work of his fingers shot me toward the precipice. A sizzle traveled over my body, shaking my legs before my orgasm hit me. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe, trapped in the heaven in which my unholy man had imprisoned me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I wailed as I came, tears streaming from my eyes while I was folded into a cocoon of bliss.

Stefan lifted me, his arm curled around my waist as he held me against his chest. His fingers strummed my clit while I shook, my toes curling. Then he flipped me around, dragging me so my hips were poised at the edge of the bed and hammered into me, finding his own relief.

As we lay there in the afterglow, the sun set and then rose in what felt like minutes. I may have dozed off, I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I finally felt like I had a home, and that home was here with Stefan, Benjamin, and Jack.

There was finally a place for me where I belonged, and it was the same place I’d been born.

“But Icanopen a bake shop, right?” We were in the kitchen of Stefan’s quarters—as he called it. It seemed more like an apartment to me, the labyrinth of hallways and rooms taking up a good portion of one of the castle’s wings. Benjamin and Jack were with me, Jack standing on the other side of the counter and Benjamin kicked back in a chair alongside the table.

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