GRAY
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One of these days, Willow would learn to accept that she was
allowed to want something for herself. It didn’t make her selfish to put her needs first occasionally, because she would never be like me. She would never put herself over the world around her and over what was best for her Coven on a regular basis.
She whimpered as I drove inside her, her emotions tearing her in two. Willow had never before been so at odds with herself, not when all defiance had been stripped from her by the abusive piece of shit father I wished Charlotte hadn’t taken from me.
I would have given almost anything to make him suffer slowly. I’d have buried him alive just to dig him up and force him to fight for his life or spend the evening on his knees.
I shoved the thoughts away, focusing on the silent tears leaking from Willow’s face. It was as if she couldn’t stop now that she’d started, her own horror over her own actions turning her into a mess. I wanted the strong witch who’d come to Hollow’s Grove back, wanted her to find her way back to the person she’d been before I’d added my manipulation to the mix of betrayals she’d suffered through her life.
My wife needed a purpose to drive her forward, something to keep her focus on so that she didn’t spend her entire day stewing and thinking about the possible heartaches coming her way. I’d deal with it in the morning, give her the thing she needed more than anything.
After I found who had helped her spell that knife and killed them for it.
I crashed my mouth against hers, moving within her to distract her for the time being. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, clinging to me like I was her lifeline.
Only I wasn’t, and she needed a reminder of something she’d always known.
Just because she wasn’t alone anymore, didn’t mean that she needed me. I was sure enough to admit I needed her far more than she ever needed me. Where I couldn’t bear the thought of a life without her, she’d been willing to tear me from her soul.
The thought was enough to bring my anger back, a growl rumbling in my throat as her legs tightened and tried to hold me to her. She was soft and pliant in my arms, almost making me regret what I would do to remind her who we both were.
I wanted her to be mine. I wanted her to open for me and welcome me with waiting arms.
But I never wanted to lose the witchling who was more than willing to bleed me when I pissed her off.
I pulled free from her body, shoving her arms and legs off me as I maneuvered myself to the end of the bed. Willow’s eyes widened as she pushed up, leaning on her elbows as she peered down at my hard cock pointedly. I was far from done with her, and she seemed to realize she was in danger the moment she glanced up to the empty mask that was my face.
She turned, scrambling toward the opposite end of the bed and trying to shove her dress down to cover herself. I’d have torn it off her body if I didn’t want her to wear it into the throne room when I was done with her, a pointed display of my victory.
Willow was covered in my blood, and by the time I was done with her, I’d make sure that every man in that room knew I’d filled her with me, too.
I grabbed her hips, pulling her back toward me. Her knees slid across the covers, her nails gripping the fabric as she fought to get a hold of something solid. I yanked her to the end of the bed, sweeping her knees out from under her. When her body draped over the edge of the bed, her toes barely touched the floor, leaving her straining to support herself. Her thighs tensed with the effort as she squeezed them together to keep me out.
I chuckled, leaning my weight over her. My cock nestled into the crack of her ass, allowing me to make shallow thrusts against her as I fought to grab her by the wrists. Wrenching them behind her, I pinned them to the
small of her back and trapped them between our bodies. “Did you truly think you would get off that easy, Witchling? After what you did?” I whispered, watching as she shuddered.
There was that delectable mixture of fear and anger on her face as she turned to scowl at me over her shoulder, wrenching her arms to the side as she tried to fight me off. If I’d been anyone else, she probably would have succeeded.
My witchling didn’t even recognize her own strength for it to require minimal effort for me to restrain her.
I repositioned her wrists, securing them with one of my hands. I loved the bend of her shoulders as they arched back with her arms, the curve that it gave to her body making me wish I could run my tongue along her spine.
So I did just that, using my free hand to brush her hair out of my way as I went. She shivered beneath the touch of my tongue, goosebumps of pleasure breaking out all over her skin.
Reaching her neck finally, I toyed with the delicate skin where I would have bitten her if I’d still had fangs. I gave into the temptation anyway, sinking my teeth into her flesh hard enough that she cried out and struggled beneath me. Determined to leave my mark on her, I bit down harder while she struggled, holding her still as I bruised her throat.
I kept my mouth there, enjoying the taste of her injured flesh against my tongue. The hand that didn’t pin her, shoved her dress to gather at the center of her back and out of my way. Then I trailed my touch down to her thighs, slipping between them. She was wet despite the roughness of my bite, her body responding to the pain that Willow was only beginning to appreciate. She ground her hips as I glided against her lips, slipping two fingers into her with ease.
With my teeth at her throat and her hands pinned behind her back, Willow fucked herself on the fingers I offered, taking everything I would give her. I smiled against her as I removed my fingers, replacing them with my cock and driving into her. She cried out, bucking against me to meet my thrust as I gripped her around the back of her knee. I lifted her leg to perch one of those knees on the very edge of the bed, opening her wide as I released her throat finally.
Her neck was red, the distinct mark of my teeth purpling already. It wasn’t a protest or argument that left her mouth as I slapped a palm down
against the flesh of her ass, watching it bounce as I pounded my cock into her.
“Harder,” she moaned, tilting her hips for me to give her what she craved.
“Such a good fucking witch,” I murmured, slapping her harder. Her ass turned red beneath where I’d struck her, my handprint looking fucking perfect against her flesh. “You want me to punish you, don’t you?”
She whimpered, the sound going straight to my balls.
This woman had been fucking made for me—every goddamned part of
her.
“Gray,” she said. My name had never sounded more reverent than when
it came from her in the throes of passion. Her pleas were far more beautiful than any of the souls who prayed to my father, far more stunning than any of the condemned who begged me for mercy.
She made me a god, and her body was my altar.
“Answer me,” I said, driving deep. I paused at the end of her, letting her feel the head of my cock in the deepest parts of her pussy. She flinched back slightly, the bite of pain mixing with her pleasure as her gaze softened. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, her eyes closing in shame as she admitted to the dark edge of her desire.
“Yes,” she said, her voice trailing off. I pulled my hips back, moving inside her slowly as she finally opened her eyes. There was determination in that stare as she shoved aside her feelings of shame, the vibrant, defiant woman refusing to be told what she should and should not want from me. What she did in the privacy of our bed was no business but our own, and she couldn’t know that nobody else would know she became my perfect little fuck toy the moment I touched her.
That knowledge was mine alone, and I would burn out the brain of any who ever thought of her this way.
“I want the words, Witchling,” I said, holding her gaze. I wouldn’t act if she didn’t want it, if she wasn’t strong enough to admit her desires and ask me to fulfill them.
Willow and I both knew she needed my punishment to wipe the slate clean between us. She craved it for herself as much as I did.
“I want you to punish me for what I did,” she said finally, the words making my cock twitch inside her. I groaned, shoving down the need building in my balls.
It wouldn’t be her pussy I finished in tonight.
“Make it go away,” she pleaded, allowing me to lower the leg I’d propped on the edge of the bed. I moved it to the floor, watching as it tensed while she strained to reach the floor.
“I can’t say no to you, my love. Not when you beg me so prettily,” I admitted, slapping my hand down on her ass again. She moaned, rising up to meet my strike. I chuckled, reaching for the nightstand drawer. “You’re going to hold still, or I will tie you down. Do you understand me?” I asked, knowing that what I was planning to do to her required careful precision.
I wanted it to hurt, but I didn’t want it to hurt her enough that she never craved this from me. Her trust was a careful balance to maintain, giving her just enough without crossing over the line of her limits. She nodded her acceptance, flinching immediately when she heard the bottle cap open.
“What is that?” she asked, stretching to look over her shoulder. I kept the bottle out of sight, low enough that she couldn’t see it. Tipping it over, I let a few drops drizzle onto the base of my cock. I used her body to spread it through her, gliding in and out of her pussy as her eyes widened and her mouth popped open.
The elixir had been spelled with the magic of the reds, an enhancer that I’d created just for her. I’d known this day would come eventually—my desire to take all of Willow and make her mine far too strong for me to ignore. I’d known she’d be hesitant to give me this part of her, and she’d have been a fool not to.
She whimpered as I fucked her in long, slow glides, her pretty face twisted in ecstasy. “Please,” she begged, practically writhing on the bed. She wouldn’t be able to hold still once she took me in her ass, not with the way her poor pussy would be neglected.
The elixir would last for hours, and it was my full intention to bring her down to the throne room when she was desperate for my cock. In an ideal world, I’d let her punishment be being forced to sit on it without moving while the Coven watched.
I released her arms for the moment, watching to see if she obeyed my order to hold still. She moved a fraction, catching herself and stilling when she realized what she’d done. I chuckled, knowing that the next few moments would end with her tangled up in vines so tightly that she couldn’t move at all.
I drizzled the elixir onto my hand, focusing on my fingers before setting the bottle on top of the nightstand. My fingers were wet when I touched the spot where Willow and I were joined, rubbing those fingers against my cock and giving her more of the magic that would make her insatiable.
She came when I slid two of them inside her alongside my cock, stuffing her full of me. Her arms unwrapped from her back, gliding down to grip the bedding in her fists as she moaned, the long and low sound going straight to my cock.
So fucking tight.
I moved inside her, pumping my fingers in an opposite rhythm and reveling in every moment of the friction. Willow bit the bedding, her strangled groan meeting me as her dark lashes fluttered. I pulled my fingers free while she was in the throes of her orgasm, slipping them higher and touching them to her ass.
She stilled, her eyes flying wide as she released the bedding and pushed up onto her arms. The wood frame of the bed burst into vines at my command, spreading along the floor and the bed to reach Willow.
A vine wrapped around each of her ankles, spreading them shoulder width apart and keeping her steady as I pressed my wet fingers against her hole. “Gray!” she protested, her voice shrill as those vines grew and covered her back, tethering her down to the mattress and gathering her arms. She fell to the surface. Her breasts pressed tightly against it as they wound around her, acting as the rope that would keep her right where I wanted her.
“It wouldn’t be a punishment if you wanted it, Love,” I said, dragging my free hand down her spine. I grasped the vines, ignoring the pinch of pain from the thorns and using it to hold on as I fucked her pussy. She clenched around me, her body swollen and needy in spite of her trepidation.
Trussed up like this for me, she made the perfect feast.
My fingers pressed tighter to her as I moved my hips. They moved in shallow pulses, the lubrication from the elixir easing the way as her body reacted. “Relax,” I murmured, the gentleness of my voice directly contradicting the way I’d trapped her here.
Willow responded anyway, closing her eyes as she blew out a slow pant. Her body followed, her ass unclenching and allowing me to gradually glide a finger into her. She was hot and tight, gripping me like a vice with my cock in her pussy and a finger in her ass. Moving with shallow thrusts, I slowed down to an easy pace.
My cock and finger moved in tune, one making her enjoy it while the other opened her up for me. I lined up a second finger, sliding it in beside the first as she groaned long and low. “You like that, don’t you?” I asked, chuckling when Willow narrowed her eyes at me from where I watched her face.
As much as fucking her ass would be about me and taking what I wanted, I wouldn’t do it at the expense of her never letting me do it again. I intended to spend my life inside her, which meant fucking her wherever and whenever I wanted.
Even in her pretty fucking ass.
“Fuck you,” Willow snarled, even as her words lost their venom when I spread my fingers apart, making her eyes flutter.
I drove deep into her pussy, settling there as I worked my fingers inside her ass and spread her the best I could. Grabbing the elixir bottle off the nightstand, I drizzled more between her cheeks, dragging a third finger through it before pressing against her. “Working on it, Witch,” I said, chuckling beneath my breath when she focused on her breathing.
The third finger slid inside, her ass resisting the intrusion more than the first two. I worked them apart, prepping her for my cock. It would still be a struggle for me to fit inside her the first time, but I had no doubt Willow could take it.
She could take anything I gave her.
When my third finger was adjusted as deep as it could, I moved within her pussy again. Her wetness against my cock was obscene, the noises of her pussy filling the room. I leaned forward, touching my mouth to my mark on her shoulder blade. She shuddered at the contact, the scrape of my teeth against it making her wiggle beneath me.
I slowly slid my fingers free, taking care not to hurt her as I righted myself. Staring down at her pussy spread wide to accommodate my dick, and her ass waiting just for me, I felt the first true sense of contentment I hadn’t felt in centuries.
Who needed heaven when I had my wife’s body ready and waiting for me?
I moved my hand down between us, gripping the base of my cock as I pulled out of her pussy. It clenched around air as I left, fighting to cling to me as I abandoned her. She moaned in need as I slid it over the thin flesh
between her holes, guiding it up to her ass and drizzling more of the elixir on myself.
She tensed as I slid my clean hand beneath her hips, touching my fingers to her clit and making small circles. “Take a deep breath,” I said, my voice soothing as I angled myself and pressed the head of my cock into her. She winced, her body spreading wide as I applied gradual, steady pressure.
Her pants were shallow, the pain threatening to consume her past the pleasure. I moved my fingers quicker, bringing her back to the brink of an orgasm and then slowing down just before she could come for me. “You come when you take my cock in your ass. Not a moment before,” I said, pushing forward.
Willow stopped breathing, her pants ceasing as she focused on gathering air in her lungs. She let out a deep sigh, her body relaxing enough to let me in with her exhale. I eased inside, the head of my cock popping through the ring of muscle that had been steadily determined to keep me out. Willow’s mouth dropped open into a silent ‘o’, my free hand moving to draw soothing circles over her hip.
Pushing forward and then withdrawing, I groaned as her ass choked my cock. I never let the head leave the haven of her body, taking each shallow thrust to gain another inch of her for myself. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, spanking her ass. I felt the jiggle of it against the side of my cock, using her moment of shock to push forward in one last, firm glide.
My balls nestled against her pussy, slapping against her swollen flesh and drawing a moan from her. “I’m never going to stop fucking your tight little ass now, Love,” I said, pulling back slowly. She winced as I dragged over every inch of sensitive flesh within her, pushing forward more firmly than before. I gazed at her face as pain flashed over it, circling my fingers just enough to watch her retreat from that ledge and move back into pleasure.
She was the instrument, and I was the conductor. Our song was one of pain and ecstasy, although it was ours all the same.
My hips slapped against her ass as we found the pace that worked for us, my balls smacking into her pussy as my fingers toyed with her clit. Willow fought off her orgasm, trying to deny the pleasure that she felt from this.
“You fucking love my cock in your ass, you dirty fucking witch,” I said, chuckling as her ass tightened around me. Her eyes fluttered closed, her
orgasm overtaking her as I drove deep. I focused on her pussy, circling her clit with my thumb as I angled myself and slid three fingers into her.
Her mouth opened with a cry, her ass tightening like a vise. I moved through it, using her grip to find my own release. My heat filled her, the sting of it scalding her insides as Willow went limp against the bed.
Her breathing steadied, her body sated for a brief moment before the elixir could take hold again.
I slowly pulled out of her ass, noting how she winced, and headed for the bathroom. Cleaning myself up, I grabbed a cloth and wet it for Willow. The vines retreated as I walked back to her, using the cloth to clean her up. Even without the vines, Willow never moved on her own.
I grinned as I lifted her, shifting her to lay her on her back with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I spread them wide, staring down at her and the wet mess I’d made of her pussy. Leaning forward, I dragged my tongue through her.
She moaned immediately, her eyes opening to stare at me between her legs.
She smirked as she raised her arm, burying her hand in my hair and angling me where she wanted.
It was Willow’s turn to take what she wanted.
