Intertwined: her three mates

9. Mate number 3

 3rd Person POV

Later in the day, Liv is ready to put the third part of her plan into action. She is wearing a sexy red cocktail dress that hugs her curves, and high heels. Cali has again helped her friend to get ready.

Liv looks at Cali and asks, "So, how can we find the devilish mate? Shall we summon him? Shall we get pentagrams or chant his name in the wind?"

Cali shrugs. She has never looked for a demon before, let alone their King. “You are his mate, you should know.”

Liv looks at her and shakes her head. She says, raising a brow, “FYI, mates don’t come with user manuals, especially manuals that tell you how to summon them.”

“Maybe it’s only yours that doesn’t.” Cali laughs. “Maybe you can get a book, mates for dummies.”

Liv mutters under her breath, “Add to my to-do list: find funnier friends.”

"Hey, I heard that!" Cali frowns slightly at Liv and her friend only shrugs in response.

Cali thinks for a couple of minutes until an idea hits her. “You know, uncle Edgar had his dark magic phase.”

"I bet that Poe was the typical male wizard teenager, having an identity crisis and doing some dark magic."

Cali chuckles. “Yeah, my mother said so. I heard that dark magic may have a devilish element. Maybe we can find something in his old books. They are still somewhere in the library. Uncle Poe couldn't get rid of any of his books.

"Nor his creepy raven. Does he still have it?"

Cali nods.

"Hopefully they have a chapter on how to write correspondence to Hell," Liv utters. 

Cali shrugs. "They may."

After almost two hours of searching, finally, the girls find the correspondence to Hell chapter in one of the books, which actually exists. They do the spell, chanting words in an old demon language. Liv sends her message to Hell:

“Laius, if you are listening to me, please send someone to take me to you. It's Liv, by the way.”

"Maybe it was too informal, maybe there is a specific way to communicate to the Hell fellas," Cali says thoughtfully. 

Liv shrugs in response. They feel the energy pulsating through the room, and in a flash, a portal opens, and an orange blinding light washes over the small library. The light fades and the girls see Laius in all his glory.

"Livia! You called me, Sugar?" Laius asks with a smirk. “Such a pleasant surprise.” 

Both girls tremble, but for different reasons. Cali trembles and goes down on her knees due to the amount of power emanating from the hell-hot man. Liv trembles at his drool-worthy smirk. She wonders why she found him even more sinfully handsome now than the first time they met.  

Liv composes herself. “Yes, I did. I wanted to see you,” she says, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Interesting… " he says, holding his chin. “You see, I want to see you too.” He is so focused on his beautiful mate that he doesn’t even notice Cali's presence until that point.

"Oh…" he says, looking at Cali.

"Hum… that's my best friend, Cali," Liv says awkwardly.

"Hello," Cali utters even more awkwardly as she tries to stand up but fails, falling on her butt.

“Hey, Cali!” Laius smiles at her, then turns to his mate. “Maybe we could go somewhere more…”

"Yes, to your room!" Liv interrupts. “Are there bedrooms in Hell?” she asks, making him chuckle.

"Sugar, everything that you want will be there for you," he utters, stroking her hair and making her shiver. He grins at her reaction. He is overjoyed by the strong effect he has on her. He can feel the strong sparks between them, making something else stir inside of him and another thing grow.

Liv also felt the sparks exploding from where their skin made contact, sending butterflies to her stomach. Wild and insane butterflies.

"I just need to get one little thing," Liv says as she puts some distance between Laius and herself and walks towards Cali, helping her friend to stand up. “Wait, just two secs,” Liv adds, looking at Laius again. He nods in response. 

He is still grinning at her, a playful grin that holds promises Liv is excited and afraid to see come true. She goes to pick up her bag with the fairy wine bottles. She needs to do this flawlessly this time for her plan to work. After all, it is her last chance. She goes back to Laius and gets close to him, only inches apart.

"Take me with you, mate," Liv utters, looking up at his mischievous eyes. 

He smirks deviliciously, holds her in an embrace, opens the portal and they both disappear into it. Cali looks in the direction where they had just been, mouth wide open. He is indeed hell hot, she thinks, smirking to herself. She should definitely take a lover since her mate isn’t in her life.  

~ * ~

Laius portals them to his castle in Hell. He is still holding her in his arms, making her feel tingles and sparks everywhere his skin touches hers.  

“Wow, it is hot in here,” Liv says, noticing the change of temperature. The cliché is true, Hell is indeed, and obviously, hot!

“So, take off all your clothes, Sugar.” He grins at her and his dimples appear. Goddess, he even has dimples! A Demon with dimples! How could someone look that sinfully hot?

She is taken by surprise by his comment. The man is quite blunt and even her, who is often blunt herself, is a bit amazed. This will be easy, she thinks. So, she doesn’t waste any more time. She stands on her tiptoes and caresses his cheek. He brings his face down next to hers, puts one hand on the nape of her neck, and wraps his other arm around her waist, holding her tightly against his body. They both move in sync and their mouths meet in a passionate and rough kiss. She moans into their kiss and bites his bottom lip and that earns her a groan of pleasure from him. They part from their kiss, panting. She is literally out of air, as if he had sucked, licked, and nipped her breath away.

“Finally!” he mutters. She snickers in response.

“Do you want to look around?” Laius asks. She nods.

Laius couldn't wait to kiss his mate and do all the naughty things he wanted to do to her and with her. But he wants her to get familiar with the place that will be her home when she finally becomes only his.

Liv is curious to see Hell. It is not every day that a witch gets to see it. Hell is only frequented by demons, humans after their death, some mortal supernatural, and even immortal ones that were somehow vanquished or sent there. Sometimes beings such as Nymphos and Pixies, who have a quite uncertain origin and didn't belong to any of the main supernatural species who inhabited earth, the magic realms, and their veils, could also be seen in hell. Eventually, some vampires go there to get a tan or to do some business.

Laius takes her small hand in his much larger one and leads her around, showing her his gloomy place. It is a huge and dark gothic castle without stained glasses. Some of the rooms contrast with the bigger structure, decorated in a modern and minimalistic way with black leather sofas, and mahogany tables and shelves.

“You can redecorate whatever you want,” he utters, looking at her intently. She simply nods in response. She won't need to do so, since she is not planning to come back here after her plan is successful, let alone spend time in the castle.

Liv looks out one of the four feet high narrow, arched windows. Laius comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, pressing his muscular frame against her soft body. The sky is orange, like an eternal sunset, which is beautiful and strange at the same time. The earth around the castle and as far as she can see is dry and sandy. There are some dunes, but the soil is mainly crackly and bare. It is not a dreadful view. It had its own kind of beauty.

“It’s not so bad.” Damnit! She didn't mean to say that out loud. Her eyes open wide, surprised at her own words.

Congrats, Liv! You’ll nail your seduction plan, she scolds herself.

But Laius only chuckles, “I am glad you like it, somehow.”

He turns her around in his arms and claims her mouth again in another hot and naughty kiss. He nips and sucks her bottom lip and invades her mouth with his warm and skilled tongue, making Liv melt into their kiss. Laius's hand trails down her back and he squeezes her butt, making her gasp. He waves his hand and in a swift movement he portals them to a bedroom.

Laius pulls away from Liv and tells her with a naughty grin, "Take your dress off."

She looks at him a bit surprised and wary. That’s it, her plan is working, and she will lose her virginity now. She starts to get nervous about it. Goosebumps raise across her skin, and her breath hitches in her throat. But she can’t hesitate. 

It won’t be bad, I am very attracted to him. But shivers go down her spine in anticipation, his gaze still fixed on her. She smiles, trying to mask her feeling of uneasiness.

She takes her dress off slowly, letting it fall to the floor. Now she is only wearing her matching burgundy lacy bra and thong. Laius's eyes run over her exposed body, ogling at it, devouring every inch and curve, before they trail up to meet her gaze again.

He takes her in his embrace and leads her towards the bed, dropping them both on it as he nips her lips. Then he takes Liv's bottom lip into his mouth and sucks it roughly, making her cry out in pleasurable pain. He lets it go and kisses her gently.

Laius turns his own black t-shirt into ashes with a snap of his fingers, making Liv gasp. He takes advantage of her gasp and his tongue enters her mouth. Their skin-to-skin contact makes sparks shoot over Liv's skin, giving her an almost unbearable pleasure. She breaks their kiss to pant and moans out loud as his lips roam down her body, kissing her neck and collarbones, nipping and suckling her soft skin. His ministrations only make her breath even more labored. She runs her hands over his muscular back and scratches it gently and slowly, making him groan.

His hands go down to her navel and find their way to her lower abdomen right above the hem of her thong, making her squirm. Liv can feel her juices moistening her lower lips. She is dripping and throbbing. She clenches her thighs together, trying to ease the intense aching.

Laius crashes his lips on hers as his hands continue their way down her body. He fondles her clothed groin and her slit, making her push him away a bit and let out a convulsive moan.

She hasn't ever been touched like this before and feeling his intimate touch is overwhelming.

“I can smell your arousal kitten.” He looks at her and smirks. 

That is for sure the most alluring scent he has ever caught, the smell of his mate’s core pouring for him, getting ready to welcome him into her body. Where he is supposed to be. 

~ * ~

Laius' POV

My mouth finally takes those juicy lips. They taste even better than they look. Her warm, velvet mouth tastes sweet. It is my own kind of sugar, spicy and sweet without being cloying. Sparks and tingles rise at our contact, making my heartbeat accelerate and my member harden and twitch. It is an odd sensation to feel my heart react to anything. But I have that Goddess in my arms and all I can think about is making her mine. To dive deep inside her and get lost in her.

The scent of her arousal hypnotizes me.  Her skin feels so soft and warm; she is paradise. I am the Devil touching and tasting paradise. If her kisses feel like this, I can’t imagine how it will feel to make my d**k disappear inside her. I will find out soon enough, though.

She is not only gorgeous and delicious, but she has spunk. She is not a shy and frightened little girl. She isn’t afraid to get what she wants. My fierce kitten is a force of nature. She pulsates life, she shines with her own fire. That woman will be the end of me, of that I am sure.

But IT has to be done.

The potion-maker, Medeia, made the potion. Not a love potion—even Hell’s magic has its limits, but a potion to bend someone’s will, an Ennui Potion. As my second in command, Lucius, said, the potion has some serious side effects. After drinking it, her willpower and her self-determination will be submitted to mine. She will want what I command her to, so she will want me ONLY. She will be only MINE.

The negative side effect is that she won’t have any personality afterward, which is not fun! Especially now that I’m starting to get to know and enjoy her liveness. But that’s the only way to make her mine only, so it’s a relatively small price to pay.

“Mate me,” she asks breathlessly as she swipes her midriff against my groin. I groan at her sensual movement.

Such a fierce kitten. It is definitely a pity that it will soon be lost in the Ennui Potion.  

“I will. But do you want a drink before? You should try it, it’s hell’s best whiskey,” I utter, motioning to the glass that I’d asked the potion-maker to bring to my room. That’s my chance to give her the brew and make her want and long for me only.

“Wow, it smells very strong! I’m not really into whiskey, I guess. But… I’m into new things. So, yeah,” she says with a pretty smile.