Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Ronan’s POV
Lila’s breasts pressed against my back. They were soft and warm. She slid over my skin. My body burned with desire, all naked beneath her. The air was thick with the scent of oil and sweat.
I felt drops of oil on my back. She had poured more oil there, letting it drip down my spine. Her hands moved, slowly, kneading my shoulders. I felt her thighs against my butt.
My cock hardened, straining against the silk sheets. Her body glided on mine, and all her curves touched my body. It was a Nuru massage.
She was killing me with her movements. My breath quickened, my chest heaving. Soon, she leaned away, her weight lifting so I had the chance to turn.
Now I was face up. My cock throbbed, ready to claim her. Her eyes locked on mine. They were brown and defiant, as usual. My eyes roved her body. It was glistening with oil.
he climbed onto me, straddling my hips. Her pussy brushing my cock, teasing. She didn't let me into her. Not yet. My hands grabbed her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh, urging her closer. I needed inside her, needed to feel her clench around me.
Damn it! I had been looking forward to this for so long.
My heart pounded with anticipation. Every part of my skin burned with I touch. I grabbed my dick and slowly guided it to her entrance.
“Wait. Let's do this in a spicy way.”
My cock throbbed. My entire being was hungry for her.
She grabbed my wrists and raised my hands above my head. Cold metal clicked. Those were handcuffs, brand new. She locked me to the bed.
It looked like she wanted to dominate me. She slid off me and I suddenly felt cold. I heard fabric rustle. What was she doing? My eyes followed her and suddenly she was clothed.
She snatched a knife from the nightstand and stepped toward me. Her eyes shone with the desire to kill. My cock went flaccid and fear gripped me. How did we get here?
"No!" I yelled as she approached.
I jolted awake, my breath ragged. My cock throbbed. It was rock hard. That was one hell of a wet dream.
It felt real. The warmth of her body was burned in my memory. A mix of desire and rage swept through me. She was my undoing, always unraveling my control. I needed to know what she was planning, if she’d try to run again.
I rolled out of bed, my robe sticking to my damp skin, and grabbed the com machine
“Vera, I want to see you now."
She showed up almost immediately.
"Is Lila plotting anything?”
“No, my lord. She’s been quiet since the clinic.”
“Keep watching her every move.”
"All right, sir."
I couldn't believe I was dreaming about making out with Lila. Her defiance, her escapes were affecting. I wanted her broken, craving me as I craved her, not just for the curse, but for me. I was obsessed, yeah. I couldn't deny it.
I dressed up and strode out into the city. It was time to meet those who will help us bring down he witch. As I moved around on my robot horse, my cock still ached from the dream. It felt like my body betrayed me.
I clenched my jaws, trying to ground myself.
The warlocks’ meeting waited in a crumbling hall with scratched walls and dusty hair. Seraphine stood at the head, her eyes glowing with alertness. Three warlocks flanked her, their robes pristine black.
I walked deeper into the hall and sat. “Have you found a solution."
"We are on it."
"What do we know?” I asked.
One old and hunched warlock leaned forward. “The witch’s name is Farah. Her parents fell to undead years ago. She wants your kind wiped out, every last one. Her hexes grow stronger, her vampires faster. The captured warlock is under her spell now, fighting for her.”
Farah. I saw her tower in my mind, glowing green. I couldn't forget her mocking smile. She’d killed my troops, stolen my warlock, mocked my curse. My shoulder ached. “How do we save warlock and how do we kill her?”
Another warlock spoke. “We need a binding spell to break her hold on him. Then we hit her tower with everything. Plasma cannons, steel traps, fire. She’s not invincible.”
"I agree," Seraphine said.
Her voice was steady, but her hands shook, betraying her fear. My mind spinning with plans, but Lila’s face kept slipping in. How could I forget her body sliding against mine in the dream. My cock twitched, and I cursed myself, shoving the thought down.
“Lila,” I said to Seraphine.
The room froze, the warlocks’ eyes darting to me. Seraphine’s brow furrowed. My face burned, my hands clenched the chair. A mistake, a stupid slip. Lila was in my blood, my bones, ruining me.
I cleared my throat, my voice hard. “Seraphine, ask the warlocks what we need to do.”
She nodded. “We’ll need rare herbs for the spell, and a blood sacrifice. It’s risky, but it’s our only shot.”
My mind raced, calculating, but Lila’s voice was all I heard. “I’m not afraid.”
My nose flared. I had to stop this, had to break her hold on me. She wasn’t just a key to my curse. She was my obsession, fast becoming my undoing.
The meeting dragged on and on, different plans forming, but my thoughts kept straying to Lila. It was a struggle to focus.
“Prepare the spell. I’ll handle the rest.” I strode out.
Back in the mansion, I paced, my boots thudding, my heart racing. Lila was plotting, yeah I knew it, despite Vera’s words.
My hands raked through my hair. I wanted her broken, on her knees, craving me as I craved her. Not for the curse, but for me.
My body burned, my cock aching, the dream's effect lingering on me. I’d punish her again, make her feel me, make her beg. But my chest ached, her pale face flashing from the clinic, her body convulsing. I didn’t want her dead. I wanted her to be mine.
I’d break her, make her want me, or I’d lose myself trying. I’d summon her soon, but first, I’d crush Farah, end this war. When my kingdom is secure, I would turn my attention back to Lila and make her surrender to me.