Call Of The Devil

Her Pleasure

Angy settled back in her seat beside Sam, from the corner of her eyes she could see the red-haired male leaning against the wall just beside them

His gaze was focused on nothing in particular and a displeased sneer was on his face. He didn't particularly seem thrilled to be here

And honestly speaking, despite him being the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on, she didn't want him here either. Even though those silver horns she had seen earlier were missing from his wild red hair, she knew that this man wasn't someone she could dare offend, so she kept her mouth shut about it

" What are you staring at?" Sam's voice startled her out of her daze, only then did she notice she had been starring at the strange boy too much, and based on the fact that only she could see him, it meant she had been starring at the empty wall all this time

" I..it's nothing, I was just thinking" she spoke

" You know, I was planning on going to see a movie with some friends, would you like to come? It's been a long time since we hung out you know?" The blond asked her with a smile, high expectations on his face.

Despite herself, Angy found herself smiling back and being a bit excited at the prospect of hanging out with Samuel again, she did have a bit of a crush on him

But feeling goosebumps all over her body, she looked up nervously to see the red-haired male glaring down at her with those dangerous red eyes. She didn't need to be told that he was daring her to accept Sam's offer.

She swallowed her nervousness as all the earlier excitement drained from his face. " Am sorry Sam, b.but I have plans tonight"

Samuel's face fell just for a moment but then that friendly smile was back on his face

" I understand. I suppose some other time then"

" Yeah. I guess" She said, though she knew for some reason that time might never come

Sam stole a glance at the girl beside him, his eyes flickered to the wall she was staring at. He was a bit confused about what had caught her interest about it, maybe she might be dealing with a lot back at home. Her grandmother's illness must have affected her tremendously, which would explain her bizarre story

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Throughout her journey back home, Angy had been on edge. The sheer knowledge that there was an entity stalking behind her who no one else except her could see made her choose to take the subway home for the first time in history.

She thought that maybe being surrounded by other people would help ease her panic, but she was wrong. Even though the boy who stood beside her with a stoic face which sometimes switched to disgust when someone accidentally got too close time was silent throughout the journey, she still felt on edge. She could recall him tripping someone to the ground with the mere flicker of his hand, perhaps for his entertainment or because the man had stood directly beside her, she wasn't quite sure

But she was worried, because the feeling she had every time she felt his presence behind her or his clothes brush against her wasn't fear, maybe panic and sometimes anxiousness, but never fear. What the hell was wrong with her? Did her consciousness already decide he wasn't a threat to her or was it just the fact that he was so f*****g hot.

She had to press her thighs together whenever she looked at him for too long, such sinful thoughts corrupting her mind on what she would like for this man to do with her.

If he had noticed her arousal, he didn't say anything about it. And Angy was pretty sure he had noticed all along. He had caught her looking one time and he had raised a questioning eyebrow at her, his lips had tilted slightly in amusement which honestly was the first emotion she had seen on his expression apart from his smugness. It appeared he could read her, sense her and even smell each of her emotions on the tip of his nose. It made Angy feel exposed, almost naked in front of him, and that just made the place between her thighs moisten even more

When she was finally home, she was a bit thankful her parents were still at work, she honestly didn't know how to hide her discomfort and arousal from them. She dropped her bag on the sofa and turned to acknowledge the person behind her

" I. I have to go take a..shower" She spoke not understanding why she felt the urge to tell him this, maybe so he wouldn't follow her like he had been doing throughout the day

He was leaning against the door that led to the kitchen, his face stern and devoid of any emotion that might give out any sign of his reaction to her words. His eyes which were the color of blood raked down at her form as if studying her nervous posture

" Go" He spoke dismissively in that low voice that made shivers run down her spine

Angy turned around and hurried her way up the flight of stairs, feeling his burning gaze following each step she took

By the time she was leaning against the closed door of her bedroom, her breaths were in pants, and her underwear was completely soaked. What the hell was wrong with her?!

She had never felt such strong urges toward someone like this before, and she was f*****g nineteen! She was way past her hormone-driven years

With a sigh, she made her way into her adjoining bathroom and stripped out of her clothes, she avoided starring directly at the mess of her underwear, feeling her face grow incredibly hot with shame

She made the water as hot as possible as she let it soak down her body hoping it would relieve her of the hot pang of arousal cursing its way through her. Oh god, it only seemed to get worse though. Her legs shook as a low whine found its way across her lips

Her mind was stormed with images of the devil that had stalked her throughout the day. With his unnatural hair color and eyes, she didn't think she had seen anyone with those bone-chilling red eyes before. The way his pale skin glowed when the sun hit him at just the right angle, his lean yet muscular body that was hidden so well beneath the baggy grey hoodie he wore

And those slender fingers of his, so delicate yet firm. She could just imagine how does fingers would feel working her up

Before she could realize it, Angy found that her fingers were gently working themselves between her legs, she only just realized how loud the sounds that came out of her lips were

Oh, God! Just what the hell was wrong with her? What was this scorching heat in her stomach? It was threatening to drive her insane!

Angy rocked against her fingers, she felt the pleasure in the very pit of her stomach, which she had never once experienced, a pleasure that left her lightheaded and yet refused to uncurl from her. It was like she was simply on the edge and yet couldn't come down at all. A moan of both pleasure and frustration left her thrusting her head back and rocking faster against her hand. Oh god, oh god!

" That won't help you know"

A voice called out to her, to Angy it appeared so distant and faded away, her pleasure clouding her senses so much she didn't pay much notice to the figure outside her shower stall. She hissed once again as she was left on the edge of an o****m and yet couldn't quite completely let go. What was going on?

" It seemed the mark has already taken effect" the voice spoke again, this time, the glass door of the stall was pulled open and the red-haired figure strode in. He didn't seem to mind the water that soaked down on him as he stared at Angy with a hint of curiosity in his cold scarlet eyes. " you can't derive pleasure without your other half"

He spoke more to himself than Angy, it was like the possibility hadn't even occurred to him before and he was only forced to ponder it now

To her pleasure-muddled brain, all she could focus on was the overwhelming sweet scent that made saliva pool in her mouth. It made her pleasure ten times more effective to the point she was drooling, she couldn't help but move closer to the source of the scent just to get a closer whiff at it

The other didn't seem to mind her closeness at all, he even ran his hand from her hipbone to the collar of her neck. Each place he touched had a shiver of ecstasy running through her

" poor human" He spoke starring at her with mock pity " Can't even pleasure herself without her mate"

" P..please..I.." Her words were incoherent, she didn't even know what she was begging for but the man before her did. She marveled as his deep red eyes glinted with a new light, he appeared incredibly pleased by her begging, or maybe at the situation entirely

Angy felt his hand reach out to her own which had still been buried between her legs. He brought the hand sticky with her fluids to his face seeming to study them slightly. He eyed her two digits hard before eventually bringing them into his warm mouth, tasting her while at the same time never breaking eye contact with her

Angy moaned at the sight, she tugged herself the closest to him physically possible while trying to gyrate against him. To gain any form of pleasure that would give her that delicious ending she desperately needed

His hands started to move on her body, and once more she found that tingling feeling mind-blowing. His fingers lingered on her skin as he trailed to the front

Dipping in between her thighs, he curiously traced her slits, not yet pushing past the lips she so desperately wanted him to. Angela moaned as she pushed her legs wider to give him more room. A soft noise sounded across the bathroom, she only just realized it came from the man against her, he was starring down at her with keen interest, and a small smirk curled at the edge of his lips

" So eager" he leaned down to press his face between her neck inhaling her scent " You might not be as annoying as I thought"

She didn't have the chance to say anything, not like she was in the right state of mind to do so anyways when his slender digit pushed her lips earning a loud moan from her.

She gasped as his expert finger pressed against the sensitive button at the top of her slit. He nudged against the spot again with an added force which had her rolling her hips and trying to bite back more moans

Those red eyes fixated on her facial expression as he continued to circle her clit, presumable careful not to break that thin skin that prevented him from penetrating her. She couldn't help noticing the way his eyes glinted in delight at finding the presence of her hymen.

He was taking note of every subtle reaction, each time her breath quickened, the effort it took in not to roll her hips harder against his hand, the way her eyes glazed over for a moment when he flicked against a particular spot. He was pressed against her in a way that he could feel her physical struggles to remain still.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as his fingers picked up the pace, her moans becoming louder and throatier. She could feel pleasure pulsing and coiling in her core and before she knew it, she was fisting his grey hoodie between her fingers, toes curled tightly as her entire body tensed up. Before she could stop herself, she cried out as he pushed her over the edge and her hips shivered as an intense o****m washed over her. It was… she’d never felt anything that intense before.

He slowed down and curled his fingers, stroking the most sensitive parts of her, still looking down thoughtfully at her

He pulled the single finger that had somehow given Angy the best organism of her life, he tilted her head up and pressed his lips against her in a fierce kiss, one that left her more breathless than she already felt

" Your not that bad for a human " he traced the finger still coated in her lubricant across her lips, pegging her to open her mouth, Angy did without much protest and she was filled with the taste of her.

" My name's Eric " he leaned down to peck her forehead almost lovingly " Forget again and I'll punish you "

She yelped as she was suddenly forced to stumble on the cold floor as the person she had been leaning on suddenly disappeared

Her once fuggy mind now suddenly became clear, all the pleasure and her actions crashed down on her with full force

What the hell had she just done?!