Page 1 of Cursed to Be Mine
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HIM
I trail my knife over my girl’s flesh as she sleeps. My pulse beats heavily in my cock at the thought of her waking, of her panicked blue gaze finding me in the darkness of her room, of the flush of her cheeks as she opens her mouth to scream. I will plunge my tongue in between her lips, lapping up every yell until she learns to scream my name.
Mine.
Not her fucking boyfriend’s.
She is my girl, was from the moment I laid eyes on her two years ago.
And now her beautiful thighs beckon me to cut the heart-dotted fabric hiding her from view. Hiding what’s rightfully mine. I imagine spreading her open and running my lips against her wet pussy, my hands heavy on her thighs, pinning her down until I’m finished with her.
Finished eating her.
Fingering her.
Turning her over to worship her ass.
And then fucking her hard in every beautiful hole.
A muffled groan pulls from my throat. I reach my free hand into my pants and grip my cock. It jerks against my palm as I tower over her, crying salty tears already, begging me to place it between her pussy lips and shove in deep.
The sleeping spell I’ve cast over her would let me do it, but despite my desires, I know she’s not ready for me yet. Not primed.
And I want her awake for our first time.I want her looking into my eyes and screaming my name until her throat is so fucking raw and her mouth is so fucking used to being open that she takes my cock with ease.
Another groan leaves me as I squeeze my cock hard, imagining the muscles of her throat working around me like a satin vice. She’s so beautiful with her round cheeks of innocence, with her long brown locks cascading over her face of purity. She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts me to look at her without touching. Without claiming. Without connecting our souls in the oldest way known to man.
Unable to help myself, I press my knife in ever so slightly to her inner thigh. Just a scratch. Just enough to draw a thin line of blood that could be easily dismissed come morning as just one of those weird scratches and bruises people never remember getting.
Pulling my knife back, I bring it to my lips and run my tongue across its blade. My fingers tighten at the harsh cut of the steel, and the taste of her fills me with an elation that nearly has me coming before I even fully stroke myself.
I cut deeper, drawing my own blood. Irritation fills me when I wash away her taste with my own. I want to savorevery part of her, but the blood ritual is necessary to stake my claim from my brothers. To mark her as one of us, offering her protection under my gang in a war she has no knowledge of.
Lowering my knife back to her thigh, I slide my blood across her cut. Tightening my fingers, I moan again, and this time, I jerk down, then up. She sleeps through it all, the spell I’ve cast over her, perfected over these past three months, keeping her under.
At the sight of my blood smearing across her pale skin, I beat myself faster. My balls draw tight as I imagine her taking my cock all the way down her throat as I lick her pussy and ass. My hips jerk up into my hand as I sheath the knife and then run my finger over the scratched claim of my girl.
It’s a small mark, simple. The ritual to bring her into the family will be more elaborate, but she’s not ready for that yet.
And I’m not ready to share her with my brothers.
At the thought of them tasting her, having any part of what’s mine, I push my finger hard against her skin, my teeth clenching, my rage building. For a brief moment, I think about not letting them fuck her when I bring her into the family, but I quickly dismiss that thought. The ritual requires it; I cannot claim her otherwise.
My girl twists in her sleep, rolling over as if running from my finger, but I don’t let her, following her as she moves onto her back. The urge to grab her and hold her still while I fuck her courses through me.
But there’s another occupant in her house just down the hall. And my girl will be loud, I know this.
She’ll scream as she takes my cock deep in her pussy. And I’ll grunt and groan as I release inside her, filling her with my love. The bed will smack into the wall like a wardrum beating out a fucking conquest.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
My hand quickens on my cock, going up all nine inches, down to my base, pulling the head back, sliding my foreskin across the sensitive tip. My hips push forward again, and I can’t help myself from touching her any longer.
