Chapter 12

Kildare, Ireland – Monday.

Rae.

I spent the night with Ciara, awake, making sure she slept it off and didn’t end up throwing up and lying in her own vomit all night. I imagine, other than being super tired, the drugs won’t have as much of an effect on her as a werewolf as they would have a human. Whoever we are dealing with is clearly just some scorned human woman who doesn’t know who she is dealing with, thankfully.

“What the hell happened? I feel like I was hit by a truck,” Ciara croaks out at me as she rolls in the bed toward me.

“You were roofied,” I tell her, getting it out there in the open.

“Who the fuck?” She rubs her forehead and moans. “I feel like I’m going to die.”

“You’re not going to die, but you might want to kill me. It was meant for me, not you.” My cheeks flame with my guilt.

“What? Still, I ask, who the fuck?” She sits up and rubs her eyes.

“Some angry girlfriend of who knows who. She keyed the hell out of my car, and tried to slip me whatever she gave you. Then showed up here and smacked me in the driveway. I almost ate her.” I wink at Ciara and watch as her eyes widen. “It’s a joke!” I tell her, upset that she would jump to the conclusion that I did almost eat her. While she is justified in her conclusions, it still stings.

“So, I’m paying for your misdeeds? You owe me big time.” I purse my lips and nod.

“I’m so sorry.” I give her a one-armed hug.

“Any idea who she belongs to?”

“Honestly? There are too many to even begin to wonder about.” I rub her back and wince at my own words.

“But you’re done with that now? Something is going on with you. I want to know what it is, Rae. Something has changed. Please, tell me?” Her tone is whiny and I roll my eyes at her.

I send a half-hearted smile in my friend’s direction. I want to tell her but I can’t, not yet. I still need to figure things out in my own mind before I tell the world that I am falling in love with Edmund. I stop at my own thoughts. I’m falling in love with Edmund.

“What it is, Rae?” Ciara asks again.

“Nothing, I’m going to go get cleaned up and head down for breakfast. You coming?”

“Ugh, no, my stomach feels like shit. I’m going to shower and try to sleep off whatever this is.” She motions to herself.

“All right, babe.” I head out and cross the hall to my bedroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror I see the tiny bruises covering my ass from the vampire gloves Edmund used on me, the bruises still on my breasts from his bites. Smiling, I trail my fingers over them. I want more time with him, I wanted it last night and I want it now.

Quickly I shower and get dressed, then head through the castle, hoping not to run into anyone on my way to Edmund’s apartment.

When I cross through the great hall there are already plates set out on the table for breakfast, and not for the first time in my life, I wish this family wasn’t full of werewolves, vampires, and warlocks who are all hundreds of years old and independently wealthy. If these people had regular jobs and spent time out of this damn castle I could get some time to myself without having to worry about being caught all the time. Well, not so much time to myself as time with Edmund.

I don’t knock when I reach the apartment, instead, I try the handle and when the door opens for me, I slip in. I’m sure to lock it behind me so no one else can do the same and interrupt us.

Making my way through the space, I see coffee is already brewing and I know he is awake, but I don’t see him in the living room. When I head down the hall the bedroom door is open and I don’t see him there either, but I can hear the shower, and I smile. Biting my lip, my stomach does a flip and my inner muscles clench at my excitement in getting to surprise him. As I open the bathroom door steam fills the room and Edmund looks over at me, his dick in his hand.

“Whatcha doing there?” I ask, pointing to him, wiggling my eyebrows. The heat spreading through my core to my thighs at having caught him makes me blush.

“Thinking about you.” He winks at me and pushes the glass door to the shower open. “Get your ass in here and I’ll show you what I was thinking about.”

“Yes, sir.” I pull my shirt off over my head and kick out of my leggings quickly, almost falling as I do.

Stepping into the shower, the hot water stings my skin and I hiss out a breath as Edmund wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him. The water runs down between our bodies, my breasts pressed against his chest.

“Thought about you all night. Wished you were here in my bed. I couldn’t help myself this morning,” he whispers in my ear as he kissed down the side of my neck and over my shoulder.

“I thought about you too. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here.” My lips find his.

“You’re here now.” He takes me by the shoulders and turns me, facing the tile wall with him behind me. I arch my back and push my ass out to him.

“I am. What are you going to do about it?” As the water runs down my back and over my ass I feel him slide his cock up and down my slit. I am ready. I need him.

“Fuck this tight pussy, then make you swallow my cock like a good girl.” He tells me his plan and I nod. When he slips a finger inside me, I arch my back even more, and I moan.

“Please, sir.” I don’t want the teasing, don’t want the foreplay. I want it hard and rough.

“Please what, Rae? Say it.”

“Fuck me, Edmund, please fuck me. Now.” I clench my teeth and grind out the last word at him, his finger still swirling inside me is driving me mad, and my need to be filled keeps growing.

“Now? You don’t want to play?” He slips a second finger inside me and spreads them, crooking them and finding the perfect spot, pushing on it. My muscles clench down around him.

“No. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me hard and fast. Please?” My voice turning into a whine.

“Hmm. Maybe,” he says, pulling his fingers from me. His hands move to my wrists and pull them above my head, pinning me to the tile wall, he pushes me forward, his erection pinned against my ass as he does.

The cold tile against my breasts, with the heat of the water on my back, and Edmund’s body pressed against mine is causing a mix of sensual sensations that has my belly in knots. I’m panting already, at just the thought of having him fill me, by the time he slips the head of his dick inside me.

“Mmm.” I moan and try to push back on him, but he has me pinned and I can’t move, can’t get him further into me. I am completely at his mercy. “Sir? Please?”

“Since you keep begging like a little whore, I guess I can give in. But you know, sometimes,” he slides into me slowly, barely another inch, “the teasing is the best part.” I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together trying to pull him into me.

“Edmund!” I shout his name and he laughs, it echoes off the glass of the shower and I smile at him over my shoulder.

“Yes, Rae?”

I stomp my foot and pout at his questioning tone. He is still inching into me slowly, so slowly, that I squeeze my eyes closed and growl at him. I finally relax forward against the tile, giving in to him, knowing that he is not going to give me what I want. As soon as I relax he rams forward into me and buries himself completely in my soaking pussy. I feel his balls slap against my clit as he does and I cry out.

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” he says and the cockiness in his voice makes me giggle.

As he picks up the pace the hard tiles bite into my skin, pinned against them as I am, as he fucks me relentlessly. This is what I wanted, what I asked for. Shifting my wrists so that both are in one of his hands, he slips the other hand down over my body, stopping at my breasts, then pushes his hand between me and the wall. I arch my back giving him better access to them. Groping each one, twisting my nipples, and bringing me closer to my orgasm as he does. Edmund bends and nips at my ear, my neck, my shoulders as he pounds in and out of me.

“I want you to come all over my cock, kitten.” His words are rough and I know he is holding himself back, he was already in here jerking off when I came in. I can tell by the sound of his voice that he is close.

“Rub my clit,” I say, turning my head to the side and taking his mouth with mine. I kiss him hard, hungry, and demanding. Slipping my tongue into his mouth as I do, I run it over his, and nip at his lip, my fangs digging into him slightly, I can taste blood.

His free hand slips down over my abdomen and hip, finding my clit quickly he matches his pace and rubs circles over it, as he continues to fuck me. When he pinches it hard, so hard that I scream, I come, coming through the pain that is shooting through my clit straight to my core. I don’t stop coming while he pounds into me, I can feel the slickness spreading between my legs, down over my thighs as the water rushes over me and my come rushes from me.

“Sir.” I gasp against his kiss and he laughs, fingers still pinching me roughly, he doesn’t let go of my clit as he pounds me against the wall harder, faster.

“My turn,” he growls in my ear. As he drops my arms, I collapse against the wall, and when he steps back from me I turn, and look up at him. “On your knees,” he commands me.

I nod at his command and lower myself to the floor in front of him. Taking him into my mouth almost instantly, he grabs my hair and pulls my head back, freeing himself from my mouth.

“Did I give you permission to suck my cock?” he asks me.

Startled by his response, my eyes widen and I just look up at him.

He doesn’t move. Finally, I say, “No, sir.”

“Good girl,” he tells me. “You will take what is offered and not what you want.” I nod, understanding dawning on me. “Open your mouth.”

Doing as I’m told, I part my lips, licking my bottom one as I do, ready to taste him. When Edmund wraps both of his hands behind my head and shoves his cock into my mouth, I gag on him. I don’t move, don’t fight him. I let him give me what is offered and I smile around him, enjoying it.

“Good girl,” he tells me, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. He was testing me and I passed. I beam internally at the thought.

“Suck my cock,” he orders, the water still falling down my back as I take his balls into my hand and wrap the other around the base of his cock. I feel him tighten in my mouth. The further into my throat I take him the more he tosses his head back and moans and I know I am pleasing him.

I don’t slow down, don’t tease him with my tongue on his balls. I simply suck his cock, hard and fast. I want him to come for me, and I want it now. I am eager to have the taste of him spread over my tongue as his come fills my mouth, and I know I have succeeded in pleasing my sir.

“Eager thing aren’t you?” he asks, pulling me off of him for a moment. I pant, gasping for breath, spit coating my chin.

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

Edmund reaches behind me and turns the water off. I am instantly cold, the cooling water was giving me a chill, now I am shivering. When he opens the shower and gets a towel from the hook he wraps me in it. Then wraps another around his waist and scoops me up from where I’m standing. Carrying me to the bed and tossing me on it.

“I’m still wet,” I protest.

“I bet you are.” He winks at me and crosses to the dresser. When he turns around he has a small foil packet in his hand and I watch as he slips the condom over himself. Excitement shoots through me at getting to have him fill me again. “Come here.” He steps to the end of the bed and crooks his finger at me.

I shimmy down the bed to him, my towel still haphazardly wrapped around my middle, my wet curls splayed on the bed above me.

Edmund takes hold of my thighs, bending my knees and pushing them up to my shoulders, I am open and exposed to him.

“Hold on to your thighs,” he commands and I nod. Following his instructions and taking hold of my thighs, crossing my arms behind my legs and gripping my wrists.

He slips the head of his sheathed cock up and down my slit then, pushing slowly into me as he passes my entrance.

“Mmm, I want to come buried deep inside this pussy, kitten.” He stills and positions himself at my opening. “Don’t let go.” He bends down and looks into my eyes, his hands pushing on my arms wrapped around my thighs.

I shake my head, agreeing to not let go of my legs. Then he moves, pounding forward into me so hard I move up the bed. Edmund shifts his hands and positions them on my shoulders pulling me back down the bed to him and shoving me down onto his cock as he does.

I cry out, he doesn’t stop then. Fucking me hard and fast. I feel him at the entrance of my womb and I want to scream. I want to come all over him. Need to feel him deeper inside me with each thrust.

He smacks my pussy then and I yelp, smiling at him and biting my lower lip. “Come all over my cock while I come, kitten.”

I nod, his hands splay over my ass and he grips me, pulling me down on him. When his thumb finds its way to my asshole and he slips it in, I am over full. I suck in a sharp breath. His other thumb finds my clit and he mimics the circular motion of the one in my ass as he fucks me. Fingers move over me in perfect unison as he fucks me.

“Come, Rae, I can’t hold back much longer. I want you to come. Now.” He grits his teeth and I watch his eyes flash amber as he says the last part, I know he is fighting to maintain his control.

I nod. “I’m coming, sir.” Just as I say the words a rush of moisture flows from me, out around his cock, onto my ass and thighs, he slips a second finger into my tight hole and I buck against him coming again, almost instantly.

Edmund chuckles. “Mmm, we’re going to have fun with this ass of yours, kitten.” Thrusting into me again, as I ride out the second orgasm, Edmund bucks and then stills, I can feel the twitching of his dick as he comes deep inside me.

After cleaning up we head to breakfast with the family. I get more than one glace from my father and Uncle Finn. I suspect they know, they can smell us all over each other, but that doesn’t make me ready to put it out there in the open. And it doesn’t mean I’m ready to talk about it.

We spend the morning talking about moving Ciara and me to the cottage and the men make plans for the work that needs to be done to it. They reassure me it is just painting and some small repairs so it should be finished within the week and we can move by the weekend.

I try to smile and pretend I am happy. Ciara is still up in bed after her night spent drugged and Edmund is sitting across the table from me pouting, all in all it is a fairly typical morning for this group.