Chapter 57: 57__Weak for the Vampire Sorcerer

Maia had thought she would win. She really had.

Rogan had spent the past hour proving her wrong. Weakened, she stared up at his face, awed by his beauty like it was the first time she was seeing him.

His eyes glowed green in the moonlight that bathed the bed and she found herself completely entranced by them as he stared down at her, his mouth curving into a mocking grin.

“Now… who’s got who weak?” he questioned, his tongue flicking over a sharp fang as he descended on her.

The question was meant to poke fun at her, but Maia couldn’t even form a retort. With his mouth on her neck and his hand slipping between her thighs, she could barely remind her lungs to breathe, much less form words.

His teeth bit down on her already sensitive neck, not breaking though her skin but being sharp enough to bring a moan out of her. Rogan felt the blood pump against his tongue, just beneath her skin and his soul flared up with desire.

Her heat surrounded him, her arousal, her need, he was drunk on all of it. He lifted his face, looking into her eyes as he sunk his hand where he knew she needed it and spread her open with his fingers, stroking places that she never knew could feel this good to touch. Her neck arched, her eyes falling drunkenly closed on a moan.

“Rogan…” she breathed.

Rogan felt elated, smiling wickedly at her desperation when she wrapped her hands around his wrist.

He sped up his movements, sinking two fingers into her while he let his thumb play with her hardened bud. She was whispering unintelligible words, caught up in ecstasy and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever witnessed.

Bathed in moonlight, her back jerked off the bed, her breasts rising to his mouth as she climaxed on his hand, her pink lips parting on a gasp at the inexplicable sensations.

Rogan stared at her, for the first time in his life, enthralled by beauty.

“Never,” he said against her skin, not stopping his actions even as she shuddered with her climax. “I’ve *never* wanted a woman this much.”

Maia bit her lip, her hands stroking up his chest to grip his shoulder. “I c-can’t… Rogan, s-stop...”

“No,” Rogan told her, finally withdrawing his hand and ending her torture. “You tease me endlessly. You drive me insane, Maia. So don’t ask me to stop. You’re gonna take everything I give you. Your body’s begging me for it. It’s begging me for attention here…”

She gasped when his mouth covered hers.

“Here…”

Maia turned her face into the pillows when his mouth lowered to her breasts, teeth grazing her nipples into hardened peaks before licking and sucking until she was whimpering, her lip caught between her teeth.

“Rogan, please…”

“And here,” he said, taking his mouth even further down her body.

When he spread her thighs and stroked his tongue into her, Maia’s back shot off the bed like an electric current had zapped through her. Her mouth gaped open, nothing but sounds of suffocation coming out. The assault of his tongue didn’t ease, not even when Maia dug her fingers into his hair and pulled on it with all her strength. With a groan at her hair pulling, he seemed to double his efforts to drive her mad.

He was succeeding. Mercilessly.

“Rogan…” she pleaded, her nails digging into his shoulders.

His name seemed to be the only thing she could say and he listened, enjoying hearing her moan it over and over as he brought her to climax over and over.

Maia was trembling when he finally crawled up to her, kissingher with a desire that made her bones feel like they were melting. It had been a lost battle from the start, Maia had no idea why she’d thought she could challenge him.

“Now say it,” Rogan whispered against her lips, the heat of his hardness stroking against her when he laid the weight of his body on hers. “Say you want me… and you need me… so badly.”

His lips curved into a grin and Maia opened her eyes to look at him. Annoyed to find that he was both lethally sexy and extremely smug at that moment.

Oh, how she wanted to disobey his words, but she knew very well. He’d just very happily prove her wrong again. And Maia didn’t think her body could take much more. Even if she wanted it to.

“Tell me,” Rogan said, laying gentle kisses on her neck, feathering them across her collar bone.

Maia closed her eyes again, sighs leaving her parted lips. Even when he was this gentle, it was wreaking havoc between her legs, getting her wetter, making her throb painfully down there. Why did her body keep asking for more when it was damn close to just dying from ecstasy?!

A nip at her neck made her gasp and Rogan retracted his fangs. “I said tell me, Maia.”

At her silence, he stroked up against her, teasing her opening but never penetrating her. “I need to here you say it,” he goaded, torturing himself with the feel of her silky wetness on him.

Maia bit her lip, urgently thrusting forward to feel more of him. She needed him there and he knew it, the big bully.

Weak, she buried her face in his neck. “Fine, I… I need you. Rogan, please.”

She could feel his smile of victory. “You want me? You want me *bad*?”

Maia almost wept. *Why* did she ever try to challenge him?! “Yes! I do… so *please*… please, just do it…”

He laughed, his chest shaking against hers. “Do what, little love?”

“Rogan!” Her face was flushed red.

His laughter thickened and he kissed her cheek. “Say, ‘Please *fuck* me, Rogan.”

Maia moaned. “Rogan...”

“Say, ‘Fuck me hard, Rogan. Fuck me till I can’t remember my fucking name!”

With that, he thrust into her and Maia screamed, her climax slamming unexpectedly into her.

He grunted, his teeth clenched together at the insanely good feeling of driving in and out of her wetness. “Say, ‘Please, *please* fuck me, Rogan.’!”

“F-fuck me,” Maia gasped, breathless as he drove repeatedly into her. It felt too good, too sinfully good to be okay. But Maia didn’t care. She’d wash her mouth out tomorrow. For now, she’d do anything he wanted her to. “Please, Rogan, *please*, fuck me… please…”

His groan was deep, sounding like it came from the root of his soul. Her nails dug into his back, only further flaming his arousal.

Her eyes opened, heavy-lidded and he sunk into her gaze, amazed at what he saw.

Maia’s grey eyes stared at him, a ring of glowing green around her iris. Rogan lowered his head, kissing her deeply.

His soul. She’d reached it. She’d touched it with hers.

She’d touched the soul of a Vampire Sorcerer and the green in her eyes proved it. Rogan didn’t know why, but he loved it. She had a bit of his bad in her, and poured a bit of her good in him.

He made love to her with every ounce of his power, pouring his aura over her so it filled her to the brim.

And he didn’t stop. Not until all she could say, think and desire was *Rogan*.

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The house that once seemed like a tomb of ancient pharaohs was now bright with the morning, sunlight streaming in through the high, color-tinted windows and spreading rainbows across the front hall.

Maia gazed up at it with a content smile as she very slowly descended the stairs. If she was honest with herself, her contentment was due to more than the pretty streams of light. Her contentment was due to far more unspeakable acts. She pressed her lips together. And her walking slowly was probably due to the same reason.

With a giggle, Maia slapped her hands onto her cheeks and leaned against the wall, red as a raspberry.

*Rogan*.

Another giggle burst out and she covered her mouth with a hand, wiping the smile away. What was this foolish behaviour?

After confessing with her own mouth to Rogan the arrogant Sorcerer about how weak she was for him, she had nothing to be proud or happy about! Maia sighed, shaking her head.

He would definitely use her newfound weakness against her. She grinned. She hoped he would.

*“Rogan!”*

Maia blinked at the sudden shout. What was that?

*“Rogan, open up!”*

She frowned curiously. “Is it… the Princess?” Maia went down the stairs and walked across the front hall to the door.

The voice stopped calling, but a sudden loud knocking began, shaking the whole door.

The door was pulled open and Zainab lowered her fist, glaring angrily up at Maia.

“You!”

Maia blinked. “Princess. Good morning.”

Zainab didn’t return her greeting, instead taking her gaze down the length of Maia’s body. She scoffed, shaking her head at what she saw.

Feet bare and legs exposed, Maia wore the shirt Rogan had had on last night, her body obviously naked beneath it.

Raising her gaze back to Maia’s face, the princess’ eyes grew so icy, the silver orbs went blue. “How *dare* you?”

Maia shrunk back. “Pardon?”

Zainab scoffed, again shaking her now hairless head. She ran a hand over the edgy buzz-cut she’d gotten early this morning and felt even more furious at the memory of how Rogan had burnt her hair!

“What are you doing here?” she asked Maia, her voice betraying the anger she felt.

Maia lowered her gaze. “I… I live here.”

“Oh, really?” Zainab demanded. “Who gave you permission to?! Huh?!”

An arm wrapped around Maia’s waist. “I did.”

Zainab looked at Rogan, feeling her heart break in her chest. He was really doing this to her?

“Rogan,” she began, hating the feel of the wind against her ears. God, she missed her hair. “Why are you doing this?”

“Go home, Zainab,” Rogan told her.

The Princess looked at him, noting the red marks on his neck and bare chest. Her teeth gritted with fury when she saw similar marks scattered across Maia’s neck.

How dare they? Both of them?! She wanted to kill them.

“Is that what you went to do when you left last night?” she demanded.

Rogan pressed his lips together. “I told you to leave.”

“You looked at my *naked* body!” Zainab bit out furiously. “Something I’ve never let anyone else do! And *still*! You dare to do this to me?”

The rage in her eyes was like that of a disastrous snow storm, unstoppable and uncontrollable.

The next moment was a flash, but Rogan had been ready.

Zainab flicked icy daggers out at Maia, but Rogan already had her out of the way, flinching when the daggers caught him in the chest.

The Princess gasped, her eyes going huge. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Rogan!”

Behind him, Maia tried to see, but Rogan wouldn’t let her.

Zainab came forward, reaching out for where she’d pierced him but Rogan slapped her hands away, his own temper rising.

“Listen here,” he told her. “The next time you try to hurt her or injure her like that again, I’ll kill you myself, Zainab. You understand?”

She stared at him, the blue of her eyes fading to its usual silver. With tears gathering, Zainab slowly nodded, feeling defeat weaken her.

Not waiting to see that she’d left, Rogan slammed the door closed, cursing over how she’d ruined their morning.

Maia tried to turn him around the moment the door closed, so he yanked out the daggers so she wouldn’t see them sticking out of his chest.

The wounds alone were enough to have her gasping though.

“Oh, no!” she cried, staring at his chest. She glanced at the door. “Why would she do that?!”

“She was aiming for you,” Rogan murmured. “I took the hit.”

Straightening, Maia stretched out her hands. “Let me heal it!”

Rogan made a face. “No! Stop that, it weakens you.”

He started for the kitchen and she followed, concern etched in every inch of her face.

She was concerned, yes, but Maia had other thoughts going through her mind too.

While she watched Rogan mix potions and pour them over his chest, she frowned in thought.

“Rogan?”

“Hm.”

Her head tilted. “Why… why did she say that you saw her naked body?”

Rogan winced as the potions suddenly bit into his wounds. What was this? Why did it hurt this much?

“Did you see her naked?” Maia asked, her brows drawn together.

Rogan clenched his jaw together at the burning pain going through him as the potions fixed the damage done by Zainab’s daggers.

This wasn’t right. He hadn’t felt pain while using his potions ever since his aunt put the curse on him. That damn curse that kept him alive.

“Rogan?” Maia called.

He was frowning deeply.

The curse. Rogan placed a hand on his chest. Had the curse broken?