The Flight of the Coveted Luna : The Scion Book 2

Chapter 14

Matty

_____

I paced my room and put the half-empty bottle to my lips again. The whisky couldn’t get me properly drunk; my metabolism was way too fast, but it would take the edge off.

I wracked my brain for a way to find my mate. Torin was driving me crazy, constantly going on about finding her. I wanted to find her too, needed to find her. My soul could not rest until I did; the mate pull wouldn’t allow it. My heart clenched, and I took another swig from the bottle. She was in danger, too. If only I had a spell to locate her.

I froze. I didn’t have a spell, but I knew someone who did.

Lilly was a witch I’d had fun with a few years before when I went out of my way to find new and exciting conquests. She’d been a wild one, a dark witch with few boundaries. For years the thought of our time together would send my blood boiling for more but now… nothing. I couldn’t tell if it was the general apathy or the fact that I had scented my mate.

Torin growled.

“That woman is evil. Don’t involve her with our mate,” Torin said.

“Do you have a better idea?”

He was right; Lilly was indeed evil. I could sense it when I was intimate with her, and it was part of the thrill. Being with her was intensely pleasurable, but I knew very well that it could go the other way, too. She could easily torture or kill me; I saw it in her eyes. It was a mad game of Russian Roulette. For that reason, I avoided her after our first encounter and fueled my fantasies instead.

Torin groaned.

“I know it’s not the best solution, but think about it; what other choice do we have?” I asked.

“Fine, but if anything happens to our mate, I will hold you responsible,” he said.

Another thought occurred to me; maybe she could help us with our revenge on Gia too. I grabbed my phone and called my old friend who worked at the bar where I’d met Lilly.

“Hey,” a voice said. I was about to speak when the message continued, “you’ve reached Kevin. You know what to do.”

I exhaled. Did I want to leave a message? I’d have to if I wanted to find Lilly. I hated leaving messages.

“Hey Kev, it’s been a while. I’m trying to locate a witch I met at the bar a few years ago, name’s Lilly. Let me know if you can help; thanks, buddy.”

I hung up and started pacing again, taking a long drink from the bottle. How long would he take to get back to me? Would he even get the message?

“I wondered when I’d hear from you, handsome,” a low voice said behind me.

I jerked around, dropped the bottle, and sucked in a breath, my heart racing. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as if my body knew danger was near. There were very few beings who could sneak up on me; clearly, Lilly was one.

She looked exactly as I remembered her, gleaming dark hair falling to her waist, eyes that seemed to absorb all light. Physically, she was tiny, but her energy filled the room; no one would mistake her as weak. Her flowing dress was black and did little to disguise her ample curves, her killer heels accentuating her legs. She was a dark queen and, curiously, she hadn’t aged a bit.

“Lilly,” I said, acknowledging her presence.

How did she know I was looking for her? It was physically impossible for Kev to have gotten the message and called in the time since I’d hung up.

“Hello, big boy,” she smiled, her voice dripping with seduction.

She walked up to me and ran a hand over my shoulder and down my arm. Usually, a gesture like that would have turned me on; now, it just gave me the creeps.

“A little fun with you is long overdue,” she continued.

“Ah, no,” I said awkwardly, grabbing her hand and removing it from my body. “That’s not why I was looking for you.”

Her expression hardened, and her eyes flashed. A chill ran down my spine, an instinctual warning; I was playing with fire. I took a deep breath.

“What is it then?” she snapped.

Did she feel rejected? Would it be wise to ask her for help to find my mate? Maybe there was a way I could pull it off.

“I need the help of a powerful witch,” I started, “and immediately thought of you.”

Her jaw relaxed the tiniest bit.

“I need a way to get revenge on a powerful being. I don’t want to kill them, just humiliate them… and then perhaps kill them slowly,” I explained, a smile slowly forming on my face. It would be so satisfying indeed.

Lilly regarded me carefully, her eyes boring into me as if she could read my thoughts, see into my very soul.

“Well, I can give you a spell that will completely strip them of their powers. You would have to have something personal of theirs and recite the spell in their presence while holding it. But, before I give you such a spell, what’s in it for me?”

Lilly grinned, her eyes flashing. Sh.it, I hadn’t thought of payment.

“What do you want?” I asked.

I held my breath; this was bad. It felt like I was making a deal with the devil.

“Your body, of course,” she smiled, running a hand across my chest.

Again, her touch repulsed me, and Torin growled in my mind.

“No, we cannot take this female,” he said.

“What choice do we have, Torin? You want to find our mate right? We’ve f.ucked countless females; what difference would it make now?” I pushed Torin to the back of my mind.

Despite what I’d said, it did make a difference. I didn’t want this witch; she made my skin crawl.

“One more thing. I am also looking for a rogue that trespassed on my territory. Throw in a location spell, and you’ve got a deal,” I said.

Lilly smiled and licked her lips. I nearly shuddered.

“Alright, big boy, it’s a deal,” she said, and her eyes flashed again. “I will own you until the sun rises again, and you will be my slave. I expect many orgasms. Now, get undressed and on your knees.”

“Now?” I asked although I shouldn’t have been surprised judging by our previous encounter.

Her expression hardened, and a tendril of fear crept into my heart.

“Now.”

I didn’t waste another second and undressed quickly, kneeling before her.

“That’s better, slave.”

She walked around me, inspecting me like an animal for sale at a market, her gaze lecherous and dirty. I couldn’t guess her thoughts or her plans. What had I gotten myself into?

She stopped in front of me and slowly slipped her dress over her head. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming, her p*****. right in front of my face. She gripped my hair and shoved my face into her crotch.

“Sniff it, slave. You will be worshipping it until your time is up,” she said, her tone a combination of breathy lust and a strict command.

My d**k hardened despite my revulsion; my body didn’t care that I was essentially unwilling. Faced with a wet p*****., nature took its course.

She rubbed my nose up and down her slit and moaned loudly.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I complied immediately, stretching my tongue out as far as possible. She pushed herself into my face again, and my tongue slipped into her.

“Are you enjoying my p*****., slave?”

I nodded and mumbled a yes into her folds.

“I don’t think so. I think you’re lying,” she said, and cold dread settled in my gut. How did she know that?

She said a few words in a language I couldn’t understand, and a flowery smell filled the air. It was different from my mate, but it set my body on fire, and my mind went hazy with unbearable lust.

The taste of her was like water in the middle of the desert. I needed it to survive, to live. I lapped at her desperately. Soft laughter filled the air.

“That’s better, slave. Eat it like you mean it. Eat this p*****. like a starving man.”

She rubbed herself on me as I gripped her a.ss cheeks, bringing her as close as possible. I moaned as I lapped up whatever juices I could get, but I needed more.

“Lie down on the floor,” she ordered.

I obeyed immediately, lying on the rug. She stood over me, her heels at each side of my head, and lowered herself onto my face.

“Be a good slave and stick out your tongue. You’re going to f***k my p*****. with it.”

As soon as my tongue was out, she bounced on it, my nose hitting her c**t with each movement, rubbing herself across my face every now and then. She moaned loudly as she got wetter and wetter, and I hardened even more. Her juices tasted like ambrosia, sweet nectar, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

She dropped back, sat on my chest, and then dragged herself closer to my mouth. She spread her a.ss cheeks.

“Lick my a.ss now, slave.” I moaned, and my mouth watered.

I licked her hole and tried to pull her closer. She slapped my hands away.

“No, slave. I run the show here; you just do as you’re told. Now, stick your tongue in my a.ss.”

I was only too happy, wanting only to please her. I pushed my tongue inside, in and out, and her moans were like the most tantalizing music. She brought my hand to her p*****., and rubbed it in her slick juices.

“Rub my cli.t, slave.”

I did as I was told, and soon, she was writhing above me. She cried out and squirted all over my face while my tongue was still deep in her a.ss. I was lying in a pool of her desire and feeling like I’d died and gone to heaven.