My Possession

Magnus

What sorcery was this? Surely this was a plan devised by the hunters to kill me. Sending this superficially innocent temptress to entrap me, to make me weak. Look at her! Claiming to be so fragile and she dared touch my face and my beast loved it. Loved it!

Those huge almond-shaped pale blue eyes, swimming in tears. Fake. Oh, she was good.

But why does she smell like summer rain in the black forest? I breathe her in, feeling her tremble in my hands. My canines scrape along her soft neck, the urge to bite into her, to taste the deception in her blood. But no, I resist.

“I will use your body, huntress, for my pleasure. Until I am tired of it.” her pathetic attempt to hide her breasts irritated me and I grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms to her sides. “But you will not touch me.” Her touch made me feel things I shouldn’t.

Her quivering plump lips were crafted to make men sin. It was enough to make me hard just looking at them. I’ve wanted her since I saw her on that stage, looking like a newborn colt on those fuck-me heels, and I walked straight into that trap. But I couldn’t bear to let any of those wolves have her. She was mine.

Lifting a handful of her honey-colored hair, I wound it around my fist. While she stood, not daring to move, hardly breathing. At this rate, she will pass out again.

I’d wager she’d put a silver dagger through my heart the first chance she got. She wasn’t fooling me with this innocent act of hers. The hunters were a crafty breed. I couldn’t imagine Ignatius Saul would let us capture one of his offspring without a plan. Oh, he will come for her. I am certain of it.

“Are you pure?” I asked. “Or did the auctioneer lie?” In the meantime, I will use her for pleasure.

Tears streamed down her pretty face, like she thought that would make me feel bad. I no longer have that organ.

“Please don’t.” She choked on her words. “I’ve never… He didn’t touch me.”

“I’ll just have to find out for myself then.” Lifting her over my shoulder, I carried her to my bed, where I threw her down.

Maybe I should turn her, sire her to me, and let her tear her father limb from limb. That would be justice for what he did to my kind. The longer I thought about it, the more appealing it sounded.

She scampered across the bed until her back hit the headboard. Her long, shapely legs were drawn up to her chest, giving me an ample view of her damp pussy. Was she turned on by my rough handling of her? Interesting.

“Nice show you’re giving me, Erina. You can stop the act now.”

“Act? I-I don’t understand.” The sound of her erratic heartbeat woke the beast in me. Hunt and devour.

“Come on!” I sneered at her. “Don’t be so coy. You’re already soaked.” I pulled the corded belt from my robe and let the garment slide down my arms to the floor. Letting her have a good look at what was in store for her.

I saw her expression change from fear to unmistakable terror as I fisted my cock. Either she has never seen a man’s phallus, or the sheer size of mine is scaring the shit out of her. She wasn’t that young, early twenties, I guessed. So how was it possible that she was still this innocent?

She shook her head, hair flying about her face. “No, no, no… Please Master.” If she could, she would have become one with the carved headboard. She grabbed onto it like it would prevent me from dragging her to me.

“Am I a monster to you, Erina? Would you like to see a monster?” My tone was soft but threatening. “Keep on carrying on like a hysterical child and I will show you the monster.” I pried her clawed hands off the headboard and yanked her to me.

She collided with my chest, and my beast rumbled with pleasure. It wanted her wrapped around us, with my cock deep inside her.

“What did you think I bought you for?” I asked, pushing her down, keeping her wrists captive above her head. “Did you think I would pay so much money just to kill you?”

She couldn’t look at me. Her face was awash with color. My eyes roved over her pale, unmarked skin. Her rosy nipples stood to attention, begging me to take them in my mouth. She clenched her thighs together, trying to hide the alluring triangle between them. Nothing she did could hide the musky, floral scent of her arousal and it was driving me insane.

“Answer me, huntress. Why do you think I bought you?”

She looked at me. “You want to punish me because of who my father is?” There was sadness and something more in those pale blue eyes. It was a look I recognized - resignation. I had often seen it in my prey’s eyes when they knew there was no escape, and suddenly I hated seeing it there in Erina’s eyes.

“You’re not entirely wrong.” I said. “But when I saw you, I knew you belong to me, huntress. Mine to fuck, mine to possess. Mine.” I couldn’t resist tasting her skin, sucking the place where her neck met her shoulder. She gasped and tensed as my teeth grazed her skin, leaving a purple bruise against her white skin.

“How can I be yours? You’re not even human,” she cried, twisting her body to get away. “My father hates me. He won’t come to get me, if that’s what you think.”

“So, you want me to believe he will just leave one of his own at the mercy of the wolves?” I palmed her breast and twisted her nipple until she screamed. “Then you’re even more innocent than what I thought. Or you’re just ignorant.” I wanted to draw a confession out of her that this was all her father’s plan to seduce the Lycan. That she knew all about the prophecy.

“Believe what you want,” she sobbed. “It doesn’t matter. Take what you want and be done.” she closed her eyes. Resignation. It wasn’t what I wanted.

I stared in wonder at the tears clinging to her dark eyelashes, her pretty mouth twisted in sorrow. Saul sacrificed her to destroy me. I was certain of it. She was the youngest of his children and he kept her pure all this time for this. Evil bastard. Well, I will turn the tables on you, Ignatius Saul. She will be your undoing, not mine.

Leaving her on my bed, I wore my robe and stepped out of the bedroom. I went to Elise’s room, one of my mistresses, to get the relief I so desperately needed.