Page 6 of The Clash of the Damned
Guilt rears through my chest, and my heart races at the undertone of his accusation. I’ve never been more thankful that Dom isn’t one of the Supernaturals that can hear that. He was so close to catching me, which has me rattled, and I hide my shaking hands beneath my thighs.
“Well, hello to you too, handsome.” There are so many things I could have done, especially considering the conversation I just had, but the truth is the last thing he wants to hear. Cocking my head to the side, I calmly ask him, “Sure, why don’t you tell me?”
“There are rumours going around in the community that humans are talking about us. You know the rule, about remaining undetected and how the truth could threaten our livelihood. You said you understood my need to protect my family!”
Standing to face him, my anger flares. “And your first thought is to what, accuse me?” Dom opens his mouth to fling another accusation my way, and something inside me snaps.
“What about mine? How did the rules protect them? Why should I give a single fuck about your precious community when you’ve never cared aboutmine!”
Dom screams in rage and grabs me around the throat, slamming me into the wall. It’s not enough to hurt me, but it’s definitely a warning shot. While he caught me off guard, I don’t stay that way. With the contact of his body, I drain his magic like my own personal battery. He notices my glowing hands on his bicep and figures out what is happening. It’s not enough to kill him, but it’s enough for him to get the message as he feels his magic deplete.
“You want to fight? Let’s go. I’m not fragile, and we both know it,” I goad him.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as something weighs on his mind, a decision I can’t see. I need to turn this situation around, and fast, before it gets ugly. I can fight him off me, which he knows, but that won’t deal with his anger, it will only make it worse. I still need him, so I have to turn this around. That doesn’t stop me from checking him out, despite the severity of our situation, and an idea forms.
“Does it turn you on to be rough with me?” I taunt. Finally, I break through to him as he grabs my chin and turns it against the wall, his face barely an inch from mine.
“If you endanger our way of life, I will place a death spell on you myself, regardless of what this is between us.”
“Please. Your magic has barely recovered after Cannes, and we both know it. So instead of making pointless threats, are you going to fuck me or just pretend you don’t want to?”
We stare each other down, neither wanting to break as we wait for someone to make the first move. Dom is the one to cave as he breaks first and kisses me greedily, hungrily, like I’m the very air he breathes. The line between fucking and fighting is fragile, which has never been truer now. Everything that happened between us was foreplay. Fuck he is sexy in his three piece suit and tousled, dark blonde hair, his eyes stormy. I rip his shirt open, and the buttons pop off, bouncing across the floor. Fumbling with this belt buckle, I yank his suit pants down, exposing the delicious vee of his hips. I climb down onto my knees, completely catching him off guard. With the wooden floor biting into my knees, I free his cock from his underwear and do the one thing I know he won’t expect, put it into my mouth.
“Fuck.”
I suck and lick like my life depends on it, and when Dom throws his head back, I know my plan is working. I’m gaining control of our situation again, and a part of me doesn’t see this as the chore it should be. He is right; there is something between us, though I’m not ready to define what that is yet. He hisses as he slowly thrusts into my mouth. Grabbing my hair, he thrusts faster like the sight of me with his cock in my mouth unravels him. This power is so different from the magic we both wield, special in its own way. As suddenly as I started sucking him off, he stops thrusting. “Get up,” he instructs. Intrigued, I obey, ignoring the part of me that doesn’t want to. I’m supposed to be in control after all.
“Take your skirt and underwear off.”
I step out of them without overthinking it, turned on by this domineering side of him. His hand travels to my center, and slowly, he inserts one finger inside of me. This time, it’s my turn to groan.
“So responsive, so ready for me,” he coos.
With his free hand, he rips open my blouse, returning the favor, putting my black lace bra on display before he inserts a second finger into my center. My eyes snap open as I watch his hand work in between my thighs, and the sensation builds as I throw my head back and find my release.
“Last chance to tell me to stop,” he adds, his voice gruff.
When I don’t stop him, he removes his hands from my center and takes my shoulders to turn me around. Understanding, I brace my hands against the wall. Peering at him over my shoulder, I remind him, “You will be surprised with what I can handle.” It’s the only invitation he needs as he thrusts into me, and I gasp at the overwhelming pressure so soon after my last orgasm.
Dom grabs my hair again and pulls my head back. The welcome pain only adds to the moment. “This doesn’t mean I think you’re innocent,” he whispers.
“This doesn’t mean I care,” I retort.
I arch my back into his grip, needing the closeness between us, knowing that sometimes this is the only moment that everything feels right in my world. I groan in desire. This almost makes everything worth it. He slaps my ass and thrusts faster, harder, as I lose myself in him.
Whatever it takes.
Chapter 5 | Heavy Is The Crown
Jude
Every Supernatural kid hears about the sit down at one point in their life. Evoked in times of danger to the Supernaturals, the heads of each empire were to come together to resolve whatever was threatening our way of life. It was something that reached mythical proportions as I grew older, and secretly, I hoped I never had to experience it. When it was finally called for us, my father wanted me to come with so I could learn from him. Yet now, as I sit here, held in place with magic by the person I thought was my friend, the danger in our community becomes my second priority.
This is an ambush, and none of us saw it coming.
Dom releases the magic holding us all in place, and my father shoots up from his chair, wasting no time, and runs towards Dom. Amelia ducks Luca’s attacks repeatedly, and as much as I want to help Luca deal with Amelia’s betrayal, I need to focus on my family and make sure none of them kill my friend, starting a war none of us want. Dominic’s magic weaves from his hands in a yellow haze as my father charges for him. But he meets a wall of magic, and instead of fightinghis target, he bounces off the protection and stumbles as he tries to find his footing again.
“You violated everything we built, the rules that help us function. I treated you like a son, and this is how you repay me? Murdering every one of us. Fucking ungrateful brat,” my father hisses.
