My heart is pounding so hard in my chest as I try my best to keep calm. The hair on my body stands up and a little sweat forms on the middle part of my forehead. Meghan's hand touches my arm, sending sparks flying all over my body. "Relax." She whispers to me.
She pushes my hair back and starts to unbutton my shirt.
"I wish you didn't do your cloaking spell," Tobias says, wrapping his arm around my waist. "You look so much better as yourself." His lips touch my neck and he kisses it. A moan escapes my lips and I feel him smirk against my skin. "You like that?" He kisses my neck again, causing me to moan yet once again. "Of course you do."
Meghan takes off my shirt, and Tobias unclips my bra. He begins to rub my erect nipples, while Meghan unbuttons my jeans. "We're gonna take really good care of you, our precious Natasha."
My body feels like it's in a daze.
I push them away, trying to stop it from going any further. This indeed feels so good right now, but it wasn't the time. "M...Maybe we should stop." I stutter. I haven't been sexually active in a while, so this was taking a lot of willpower.
Meghan pauses from pulling my pants down and stares at me. Her grey eyes glow and I can feel her already hypnotizing me. "You don't want us to stop. You want us to keep going." She pulls me in for a heated kiss, biting down on my lips before pulling away. "Repeat after me, Natasha." She says. "I want this."
Don't give in.
Too late.
"I want this," I whisper.
"We can't hear you," Tobias says, flicking my nipples.
I bite down on my lips. "I want this," I say a little louder.
"Good girl," Meghan says, continuing to pull down on my jeans. She kisses my inner thighs. First one, then the other. She drags her soft lips up to the very top of my thigh where the skin was the most sensitive. Meghan kisses a maddeningly soft line across my womanhood and then down the other side. Her mouth clamps down on me, her lips soft and hot. Tobias soon joins her side, his tongue parts me, licking my juicy wet womanhood. His tongue paints insistent swirls on my clitoris until I'm gripping the sheets of the bed and moving my body up to meet his face.
Tobias uses the tip of his tongue to nudge my clit over and over again until I'm breathing heavily. He stops, letting Meghan take over once again. Her mouth hovers near my womanhood before she drives her tongue in me.
I moan wanting to cum. I desperately needed too.
Tobias glances at me with his pretty grey eyes and gives me a grin, before sucking on my nipples. Both he and his sister's tongue are working on me.
With a deep breath, I cum with a rough cry and an eager thrust to my hips. I take a moment to myself, looking up at the ceiling trying to calm my breathing.
"What kind of freaky weird shit is going on here?" Torrin says, causing us all to gasp. I move back too quickly, causing my naked self to fall off the bed. I snap out of my daze, hurrying up to put back on my clothes. "You know when I said get the stone, I didn't mean like this." He says to me. "This is a whole new level of distraction."
I glare at him. "It's not my fault I was being hypnotized. This is why I hate fairies."
Meghan chuckles. "Really? That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago."
Tobias chuckles as well. "A few more minutes with you, and we'd have you screaming more for us fairies."
Sticking the middle finger at him, I finish putting on my clothes. "What part of hypnotizing do you not understand."
Torrin looks amused about this whole situation. Kinda like he knew this was going to happen. "If you all are done with this horrid conversation, I'll be needing the stone now."
Meghan turns to Torrin. Her head tilts to the side. "Aren't you King Garrett's son?" She doesn't wait for Torrin to answer. "You're a cute little thing." She turns to her brother. "Tobias, can we have him?"
Tobias smirks. "He is a cutie. But I don't think he'd be able to handle us."
I burst out laughing, seeing the look of disgust on Torrin's face. "I don't know guys, Torrin here is pretty tough. I think he can handle you guys." I say, smiling deeply.
"Then maybe we should give it a try," Meghan says, taking a step towards Torrin.
Torrin quickly pulls out his gun that he had me clean, before aiming it at Meghan. "If you want to keep your head, I suggest you back the fuck up." He says, dangerously low.
"Feisty I like it," Tobias says. "Maybe we should keep him."
I roll my eyes at them. "Enough. Tobias and Meghan give us the stone."
"The stone has been in our family for generations. What makes it look like we want to change that?" Meghan asks. "You could've asked us for anything else and we'd surely give it to you, but the stone is not an option."
Torrin squints his eyes. "I'm sorry, but were 'in give us the stone' did you find an option?" He asks, his grip on his gun tightening. "Give me the stone or one of you guys are losing a head."
Tobias face forms into a glare. "Watch how you speak to us boy. Just because we're letting you talk doesn't mean that you have an option. You may be a-" Tobias glances at me and stops talking. He shakes his head. "The stone stays with us."
Seriously, even he's hiding something.
"Look, guys, we don't want to hurt you." I pick up the nearest weapon I can find, which is a small dagger. "But we will."
Meghan glares at me. "You know I'm starting to like it better when you moan instead of talk." She says, pushing her hair away from her face. "Your voice is starting to get annoying."
My fangs come out. "You wanna repeat that," I say looking at her dangerously.
"Just because you're a hybrid doesn't mean, you can't get hurt," Meghan replies.
"I'd like to see you try." I bite back.
"If we don't get the stone, then there's someone else that's gonna come get it," Torrin says. "Trust me, you don't want to meet him. He'll be much worse than us."
Tobias snarls. "You want the stone, you're gonna have to fight us for it."
I sigh heavily. "Seriously."
Torrin shakes his head. "If a fight is what you guys want, then a fight is what you guys get." Torrin glances at me. "I give you permission to use your power." Before I can ask him any questions, the sound of a gunshot goes off. Meghan screams sound throughout the room as she falls onto the ground, holding her bleeding arm.
Tobias runs to his sister, helping her up. "You're gonna pay for that." He says looking at Torrin. His eyes glow grey and he runs to Torrin, tackling him down. They engage in a heated fight, as me and Meghan's eyes connect.
"Don't make me hurt you." Says Meghan.
I smirk. "You can try." Running towards her to knock her down, she disappears, causing me to run into the bed. She appears back again, kicking me in the face. "You're gonna pay for that bitch." I curse holding onto my face. "Fulgur Ball!" I chant, causing lighting to strike her down. Meghan falls to the ground, unconscious.
My line of vision averts back to Torrin, watching him fight Tobias. He has Tobias pinned down as he throws several punches to his face. I hear a crack sound and I know for a fact, Torrin broke his nose. With one final punch, he knocks Tobias out. Torrin pushes his hair out his face, standing to his feet. "Get the stone."
Walking to the creaky part of the wooden floor, I rip the wood from the floor. Orange light instantly shines throughout the room, almost blinding me. My hands reach for the stone and I feel a surge of power run to my body. "So much power," I say holding the stone.
Torrin looks at me with wide eyes. "Natasha put the stone down."
"No!" I yell. That's not even close to what I wanted to say.
"Don't let the stone control you." I hear Torrin says. "Put it in the cloth that's in your pocket."
"Shut up!" I say, not wanting to hear his voice. Something about the stone was pulling me in, kinda like it was calling for me. I can feel the change in the atmosphere and the number of things happening to my body. I'm so close to tapping into what the stone wants me to see, but then it all disappears. Everything leaves my body as the stone is taken out my hands. "Why would you do that?"
Torrin glares at me. "You were letting the stone control you. If you had held it any longer, you'd unleash havoc on us all." He says, wrapping the stone in its cloth. He puts the stone in the pocket of his pants, before grabbing his gun. "Let's go."
I stand there for a minute, missing the feeling of the power I was feeling. After a few seconds, I snap out of it. Opening the door to the room, my eyes widen at the scene before me. "Torrin, we got a problem."
"What is it?" He asks.
"There's a whole army of fairies looking at us."
"Two against a whole army," Torrin says, as our back touch. "We got this." We get into our fighting stance, looking at the army of fairies.
"Get them!" One of the fairies yell. They all swarm into the room, one by one in all shapes and sizes.
I curl my hands into a fist and aim for the front of their nose. My fist hit one of them, knocking him to the ground as I continue to attack them. Their blood splatters all over the ground of the castle.
One of them hits me in the stomach and I taste blood. The fairy grabs my head, it's fingers digging into my scalp, and lifts me until I'm dangling on the tips of my toes. It slams its hand into my ribs and I wince. The pain ripples across my chest. I lock my eyes on its head and jab my palm under its chin. The fairy reels back, releasing its grip on me. "Doesn't feel so good, does it?" I say, before kicking it in the face.
"Say a spell," Torrin yells out.
"Impetus tempestatis!" I chant. The spell creates a powerful tornado effect, that wipes all the fairies to the ground.
"Come on." Torrin grabs my hand, running out of the room with me. "There's too many of them below us we won't make it."
"What should we do?"
"You afraid of heights?" He asks, looking at me seriously.
"No," I answer truthfully. Torrin nods, before letting go of my hand. He picks up the nearest, furniture and throws it at the window. The window glass breaks.
Torrin takes off his shirt and takes a step back. I look at him confused until I see feathers coming out from his back. He has wings. His wings are nearly as tall as his body, arcing off his back. Each long, narrow feather tense and shook. "Let's go." He grumbles, pulling me forward. I wrap my hands around his waist and he does the same. His wings slam upward and when they come back down, in a flash of black-silver we are off the ground and away.
His wings have me memorized, it's silken black gleam, more silver in the top than below. The smaller feathers blend intricately with the larger ones. I look up in amazement, not believing that we're really drifting through the air. "We're flying," I say out loud. I look at Torrin only to see him glaring, I'm guessing this is uncomfortable for him. "You're a fallen angel."
"Please stop talking."
I frown. "Oh come on," I say frustrated. "You're a fallen angel, why are you so mad for?" He doesn't answer my question. "You know what, this explains why you're so moody all the time. I can't believe it took me this long of a time to realize you're a fallen." I ramble on. "Does your body hurt when your wings come out?"
"If I drop you right now, do you think you'll live?" He asks. I open my mouth to answer, but he cuts me off. "Never mind, don't answer that." His wings swing back and forth, making a sound I can't even describe. "Stop asking me questions."
My nose catches the scent of blood and my eyes instantly land on his neck. He's still bleeding from my bite. "Let me heal that for you."
He looks down at me and just stares at me. "No." He finally says.
"Why not?" I ask teasingly. I already know the reason why.
He glares at me. "I'm not a fan of the healing process."
We land a little awkwardly, almost tripping over a tree branch but catch ourselves. "Your no fun." Torrin ignores me and unlocks the car door. I get in and shut the door. I watch as Torrin takes the orange stone out his pocket, and puts it inside a storage box. He locks the box up and puts it inside the glove compartment. Torrin puts the key to the lock on his chain and starts the car. "Do you really think it's safe to put the key there? I mean anyone can just, snatch it."
He sighs, before driving off. "Again with the questions." I hear him mumble. "No one will snatch the key away from me, because I give no one an opportunity too."
I roll my eyes. "Sure you don't. All it takes is someone who's good with spells." I smirk, coming up with an idea. "Huc." I chant. The key appears in my hands. "See."
Torrin shakes his head. "Look at my hand." He tells me. His gun is already pointed at me. "You're like an open book, I knew you'd do that." He sets the gun on my lap and takes back the key.
"Whatever," I mumble, putting the gun in the backseat.. "Where are we going?"
"Someplace to sleep." Torrin answers. "Now can you please stop with the questions."
I stay silent, not even bothering to say anything. It's dark outside and barely even light on the road. From a distance, I can hear the sound of animals running and of course the engine of the car. Times goes by and I feel myself start to get bored. I lean my head on the chair rest and stare up at the brown car roof. Thoughts of Claire invade my mind, casually giving me a headache.
I wonder if she's ever thought about me?
Does she miss me?
Does her fiance please her?
"Come on," Torrin says, snapping me out of my thoughts. He gets out the car and opens the trunk. Getting myself together, I get out the car, walking to him. He passes me a big bag and I take it. "It's a camping bag. You can go sleep over there." He points to an area on the grass. The grass is grown so out of hand, that it looks somewhat like a bush.
"Do we really have to sleep out here?" I ask, hoping he says no.
"Yes." Torrin lays his sleeping bag on the ground and lays down. I follow his lead, doing the same. The sleeping bag is a little uncomfortable at first, but then my body adjusts to it.
The weather is neutral, and there really isn't much snow outside, but somehow it's making my eyes feel heavier and heavier. "Goodnight Scarface," I whisper, finally closing my eyes, sending myself into a dreamless sleep.
"Good night." My eyes flickered open so quick at the sound of his voice. I wasn't expecting him to say it back. He probably thought I wasn't going to hear him.
I smirk deciding not to say anything. Closing my eyes, the world turns black as I fall asleep, dreaming about the only woman I've ever loved.
Claire.