The Demon and His Plaything

8| Lost

Godricks fury was pulsing around him. Her lack of response had incensed him. He didn't even know what words he had spewed at her for abandoning him. All he knew was that he was at the Black Diamond high on coke and kicking it with Zara.

Godrick had spent the day trying to not think about his pet. She'd been vague about her plans tonight, so he'd not pushed it, but had noticed her avoidance. But when she didn't respond, he'd at first thought the worst. Too amped up to be at home, he'd come to the club–imbibed a little too much and started to become paranoid that she was ignoring him, turning his worry into anger.

His temper, while slow to bring about, was ferocious when it started. The drugs very rarely helped.

Zara had just been there as usual, gluing herself to his side as soon as he arrived. They had hooked up when he first came to town, though not what the other actually wanted. But she was wild and free and sometimes it felt good to be wanted. And now she wanted to go back to his place. Ha. She wanted to come to his home!

He grabbed her face and kissed her on impulse, telling himself his little toy didn't even want him anymore. Zara wanted to kiss him and be held. She wanted to come to his place, being quite aggressive in the suggestion. She squealed into his mouth, reaching her hand down to grab his crotch. He snaked away from her, feeling no building desire whatsoever, "Slow down kitten."

She purred at him and tried to sidle up to him again.

"I'll just be a minute." He untangled himself from her and headed to the bathroom. Immediate regret burned an acid ball in his stomach. Seeing that one of the offices was empty, he ducked inside.

Shutting the door, he sighed.

Steadying his drug induced shaking hands, he took a seat before checking his phone. There was finally a message back.

His thumping heart leapt.

DL: I'm so sorry. I belong to you, I didn't mean to make you think otherwise. Please, sir. Forgive me.

Godrick: Where are you?

DL: At a dance.

His thumb typed the word in an instant, hitting send.

Godrick: Picture.

Seconds later a photo of her in a toilet cubicle came through. She had the same red dress on. The skirt was bunched up high on her thighs, showing she had suspenders on.

She'd cropped her face out.

He chewed on his lip in thought.

Godrick: Show me the uncropped image.

DL: Best not, sir.

He brought his fist down on the arm of the chair. What was he even doing? Feeling a sudden and intense need to go home, he got up and headed back to the main bar to the exit. His steps faltered as he remembered Zara was waiting for him. He didn't want her. He just wanted something to distract him. Something to stop him feeling so crazy. He turned around and went for the back door.

"You guys are f*****g crazy, man." Hushed words exchanged at the far end of the alley.

"I'm telling you, we work with this pack and we’re set. You know wolves always have serious bank."

Godrick hurried in the opposite direction, starting to jog once he could see his apartment building. He was breathing heavily by the time he got inside. He flopped on his couch, wrestling to get his jacket off and phone out at the same time. She'd messaged again.

DL: What if I can suggest something? To make it up to you?

Godrick tapped his finger on the screen. He'd never felt this possessed before. He didn't own her, she owned him.

Godrick: What?

DL: You know why you can't have all of me, yes?

Godrick: Yes.

DL: What if that thing didn't exist anymore? Then you could have it.

He frowned, too high to decipher her words. He called her.

"Sir." Her voice was breathy.

"What are you saying?"

She whispered into the phone, the hissing of her breath sending a shiver down his spine. Her words were slightly slurred but he was peaking too much to notice. "I could give my future husband my virginity then you can have my pussy."

He took a moment to process what she was saying. He didn't like the idea of her having s*x with someone else. Or did he? He didn’t know. He'd sent that picture of Zara to hurt her, hoping she didn't want him to be with anyone else either.

"Just this once?"

"I can't promise that. I will marry him and I have to have his children."

He squeezed his eyes shut. "I don't think I want to share you."

"You get all of me. He only gets a part and it's not real."

He couldn't process her words properly, his thoughts too fast or not even really there at all, he couldn't tell.

When he didn't respond after a few moments she whispered, "Sir? What will you have me do?"

"I'm more than a weekly fuck."

"Yes, sir," she breathed. "Much more."

"f**k him," he spat and hung up.

~*~

It had seemed such an eloquent solution. She saw the pain she had caused Godrick. The horrible things he had been forced to say. She wanted to give him everything.

Derek being interested in her was unexpected, but it made everything easier. He was attractive. He was nice and competent. He would be a great Alpha to her Luna.

She grabbed some water on her way back. Derek was where she left him but he had a concerned look on his face. He stood when he saw her coming towards him.

"You okay? I was worried, you were gone for so long."

"Sorry, I got caught up talking with someone."

He took the waters from her and took her hand. "Come dance."

She let him lead her to the dance floor. It was looking pretty sparse now, the songs slower. He stared into her eyes as he pulled her body against his. She could see the question there. He was seeing how far he could take this.

She gave him a sly smile and pushed her lower body against his. It was such a thrill to have Godrick tell her to do this. She was going to reward him the next night.

"I like it when you make eye contact with me."

Her eyebrows raised slightly.

He chuckled, "I thought you were avoiding me because you were embarrassed that I might be your chosen mate… but I guess maybe it was for another reason..?" His tone was hopeful.

She was slow to answer, only realising after a beat that there was a question there. "I didn't want you to be uncomfortable." She angled her face as she looked up at him, his extra feet in height raising her chin. “I was worried you would feel obligated to me. Like you couldn't say no to the union.”

He shook his head. “I’ve liked you for a really long time.”

She saw him part his lips and she knew what he wanted. She tilted her head up to meet him for a kiss. He gently took her mouth, his tongue slowly moving against hers.

He closed the kiss, dipping his head so he could speak directly in her ear without fear of someone hearing. “I had hoped I would be your fated mate.”

“I hadn’t known,” she mumbled. His earnestness made her stomach have butterflies. She hadn’t expected this at all.

~*~

They only danced one song, then Samantha took his hand and led them back to the table. She made him drink the glass of water, having one herself. He drank it greedily, not realizing how thirsty he was. If he was honest with himself, he was pretty tipsy. But he'd never felt so bold. And she was reciprocating, emboldening him further.

"I've got an idea,” she told him as she swallowed her last mouthful. He was mesmerized by the way her lips moved against the rim of the glass.

He followed her as she walked up to a couple of unused tables up the back. She swiftly took two tablecloths off the tables and hastily folded them up together.

Derek glanced behind them, hissing, "What are you doing?"

"Take your jacket off."

He did it without question. She folded his jacket over the tablecloths and then slung it over his arm. It mostly covered them.

"Now," she explained as they made their way to the bar. "While I distract the bartender, you just grab whatever you can."

Derek shook his head and looked at her horrified. "No way."

"Yes way. Something yum if you can." She smacked his bottom and walked ahead of him.

He watched as she started to speak to the single bartender remaining. She giggled and side stepped leaning in such a way he now had his back to the side of the bar Derek was approaching.

Derek couldn't help but watch her. This wasn't the Samantha he knew. This was some kind of seductress, fluttering her eyelashes and jutting her chest out as she flirted with the bartender. It was working too–obviously, Derek wasn't the only one to find Samantha attractive. A spark of jealousy threatened to rise, so he tampered that down, blindly grabbing the two closest bottles of the sparkling and wedging them under his arm before making his hasty retreat.

He felt her come up behind him as he stepped out of the building. It sent him on edge a bit, her alpha presence was dialled up. The curling force made him turn to look at her. She looked like a Goddess as she stepped towards him. Her silhouette was lit up by the lights of the party they were leaving. Her hair had come out of its pins, her soft curls framing her face.

With a gleeful look on her face, she took the bottles from him. "Let's go to the woods."

~*~

They found a small grassy clearing and set a tablecloth on the ground. Samantha was looking up at the night sky while Derek opened the second bottle. They had finished the first as they picked their way into this distant point from the gathering.

It was almost a full moon. A few more nights and they would have their run. It was so bright for them, with their wolf's sight that it was similar to being in twilight. The night was quiet, only the occasional night bird or scurrying of small animals could be heard.

The pop as the bottle opened was shockingly loud in the still forest. They both giggled quietly at it. She took the first sip, taking it slowly as she knew how it could backfire if you tried to skull from it. She handed it to Derek, who obviously didn't know, as it sloshed over his front after he tipped it too fast.

She laughed as he tried to avoid it getting on the tablecloth.

"s**t," he grumbled, pulling his soaking dress shirt away from his skin.

"Come here." Flopping down in the middle, she patted the spot next to her. He kicked his shoes off before standing on the fabric, coming to his knees next to her.

"Let's get you out of that," she spoke softly as started to undo his shirt, taking a moment to pull his tie off. She wrapped it around her hand before continuing to undress him. His wide chest moved with his big breaths, her eyes drawn to the bulge growing enticingly in his slacks.

His shirt discarded, Samantha leaned forward and licked his chest. He sighed and wove his fingers into her hair, a barely whispered utterance of her name leaving his lips.

She started on his buckle.

"Wait, Sam." He lifted her face. "We don't have to go fast. I can wait as long as you want."

She laughed low in her throat, continuing to undo his belt. "I want to wait exactly zero seconds."

She was met with no further resistance, only wondering a moment what kind of underwear Godrick wore as she removed Derek's pants, his loose boxer briefs allowing his impressive manhood to be less restrained.

She pushed her dress down impatiently, remaining in her panties only. Having not worn a bra with the dress, she now wore only her stockings clipped to her suspenders and her panties.

His gaze appreciated her. "You're so beautiful."

He reached out tentatively, brushing the soft skin of her breast. She leaned into him to show it was okay, pressing her pebbled n****e into his palm. Emboldened, he pulled her to him, kissing her gently. This kiss seemed to unlock something in him. He rolled her under him, pushing his erection against her hot core.

"Samantha," he mumbled against her mouth.

"Yes?"

Instead of saying more, he trailed kisses down her jaw, travelling down her neck. He found her n****e and teased it with his tongue, tracing his fingers down the front of her panties.

He seemed to be waiting for her permission, looking up at her. She nodded and he continued his travels south, pushing the sheer fabric to the side. She wiggled to get comfortable, interested in what kind of lover he was going to be. Nice to start here, she thought.

His tongue was hot against her, the difference in body temperature of a wolf. His touches were scorches on her soft flesh. She felt his large fingers pull her wide as he thrust and scissored his digits as he withdrew. His tongue pushed against her clit as he curled his fingers and thrummed inside her. Her wetness made him growl. She could feel his wolf just under the surface.

She moaned her climax into the night sky.

He drove his mouth back up to hers. "You're so perfect. I want to mark you."

She moaned as he pushed himself against her overly sensitive, post orgasm flesh. The feel of his thickness as it sat against her aching core made her want more. "Are you sure?"

"I've never wanted anyone but you."

She thought for only a second. The rationale seemed simple to her. They were going to do it sooner or later anyway. At least this way they couldn't be disrupted by their fated mates–that bond would break as soon as they marked each other.

"Yes," she told him.

"Really?" She could feel his smile in his kiss. "I love you so much." He pulled back so he could rid both of them of the rest of their clothes. His eagerness was joyful and she even laughed as he caught her foot and kissed it after slipping her stocking off. Her mind stuck on his use of love but it flitted away as soon as he pulled his boxers off. Whoa.

He leant back and rifled through his dress pants, grabbing something from his wallet.

She could see the foil of the packet in his hand. With a grin, she quipped, "Not into one night stands, huh?"

He grinned back at her once he realised she was playing. He shrugged. "Better to be prepared."

"I'm on birth control."

She rested on her elbows as she watched him think about whether to put the condom on. She bit her lip at his size and wondered how much this would hurt. She knew the first time would, the idea exciting her more than anymore possible physical pleasure she could gain from this.

Derek dropped the condom and came to her. He took her mouth again as he settled in between her legs. She could feel as he pressed his length against her, just allowing the pressure. He spent time exploring her mouth, his large hands caressing her breasts and tugging gently at her n*****s.

She could feel her wolf rise up again. She tempered it. She didn't know how much Derek would enjoy that. One thing was for sure, this was going too slow for her.

A growl grumbled low in her throat. "I need you inside me."

He shifted and held himself, guiding into her.

She felt as he rocked his tip only into her.

"Oh f**k," he moaned. "You're so tight. Shit."

"Derek." He looked at her face. "I'm not made of glass."

He nodded and gently pushed against her but he was still hesitant and only went an inch deeper. She brought her knees up, curling her feet around him. The movement opened her and she used her feet to pull him in.

He slid past the barrier and she felt a sharp pain, causing a sound deep in her chest. He moved in her, the delicious sharp pain still there. She moaned at the sensation.

His mouth moved to her n****e, causing the sharp pain to be accompanied by the early buds of pleasure. He was moving agonizingly slow.

She tensed her thighs against his hips and rolled him on his back.

He exhaled sharply but recovered quickly, rocking gently still. "You feel good?” He asked.

She didn't answer. Instead she grabbed his hand from her hip and sucked in his thumb and settled it at her clit. His digit moved immediately to rub her.

"You don't have to be gentle with me," she said as she pushed down on him, gasping now he was deeper.

She bounced on him to show the speed she wanted him, riding him hard. His moans picked up in volume. She threw her head back and smiled. His other hand ran across her breast, trying to make sure she was enjoying herself as much as he was.

She looked down at him under her, her chosen mate, this man that had chosen her. She cried out in surprise when the pleasure completely took over the pain. Her stride faltered as she fought to get the rhythm to hit at the right moments. She pushed down on him and circled her hips, her cries of pleasure increasing. She came with a shudder, pushing his hand away as her clit became overly sensitive.

She was pleasantly surprised that Derek took control back, rolling her under him again. His thrusts were faster now, harder.

His renewed vigor quickly sparked something inside her again. She reached between them and roughly grinded her clit, ready to take the assault again. She couldn't believe how close she was all of a sudden.

Derek was breathing heavily, his inhales pitching. "Sam… I-.”

She knew what he wanted to say as she felt it too. Her wolf was present and in ecstasy. She twisted her face, baring her throat to him.

His mouth moved against her neck, locating the spot as his thrusts continued.

The piercing was a sharp pain too, but the switch to pleasure was quicker. Her lower body trembled as the marking connection lanced through her. He pulled back licking the wound hastily and then twisting his neck for her. She could see the spot. She felt her canines extend. Her need to bite was all consuming.

So much happened as she pierced his flesh. She felt the connection complete as her orgasm rocked her, or maybe the marking triggered it. His large frame curled over her, his arms under her shoulders and holding her in place as he cried out his release–the feeling of the connection completing him too.

As the quiet night returned Derek brought his face to hers kissing her softly and whispering sweet nothings. She let him curl her into his side, her head resting on his chest. His large arms held her tightly as they fell into sleep.

~*~