CHAPTER 8 – RICHARD
I step out of my bathroom with a towel around my torso. I'm drying up my hair with another towel but I pause at the sight in front of me.
There's a naked female draped on my bed, lying on her front with her feet in the air. Her amber hair cascades to her big ass. She's flipping through a magazine and yet to spare me a glance.
With her scent and her bold, daring act, I know who it is. No other female will have the balls to walk in here uninvited and lie on my bed.
"Lucy," I say her name. "I didn't know you were back,"
She turns to me with a flirtatious grin. "I wanted it to be a surprise,"
"Right," I toss the towel for my hair and it falls on the vanity seat. "When did you get back?"
"About an hour ago?" She muses, closing the magazine and throwing it to a corner.
"How did it go?" I fix my gaze on her. I'd sent her on an important mission right after I returned with Jane. I need to know if the mission is a success or not.
"Great. The Mage will be here soon," She replies. She sashays to where I'm standing and slowly takes off the towel wrapped around my waist.
"Lucy," I hiss, but she just smirks, planting soft kisses on my lips.
"Tell me something, Richard," She says In a whisper. "Why are you so obsessed with that girl?"
The spite in her voice goes unnoticed and I try to control the urge to snap her neck. No one talks about Jane like that, except me.
"None of your business, " I try to walk away but she blocks my path again. Fucking persistent!
"It is," She returns my glare boldly and runs a hand on the long scar on my chest. A scar Vishal left on me. "We're in this together, ain't we?"
"Sure. We are, but there's a fine line between business and personal issues. Jane is strictly personal,"
"Still, I need to know. I can't bear the thought that there's a girl who drives you crazy. A girl that isn't me," She sighs. Her long nails trace my scars to my waist and then to my shaft.
I take a sharp breath, fighting to be stoic to her touch. I can't always play to her tone. If only I knew she was this possessive, then I might have reconsidered making her my partner.
Lucy used to be an Alpha female of her pack, but she got overly ambitious, killed off her family, and then got dethroned. Our stories are very much alike.
When she saved me in the dark forest and offered to be my ally, I accepted because I needed it. She helped me find my way around the dark world where I got my new powers, gathered and she's been beside me since then.
So yeah, I let her act possessive over my life and my dick, but I just can't give her my heart. It isn't part of the deal.
"How about we don't talk about this?" I try to brush her off.
"Why not?" She insists, cupping my face. "I'm prettier than she is. I'm sexier. I understand you better than anyone does. I ride you better. We'll make a powerful couple, Richard. You and I,"
"But you're not my mate," I retort, taking her hands off me. "So we can't be more than we already are,"
"She's not your mate either," Lucy reminds me. "JANE HAS A MATE!"
"She was!" I bark, pushing her out of my way. "Jane was my mate and would have still been if Vishal hadn't showed up and ruined it all,"
"You rejected her,"
"And I would have taken her back just the same. But Vishal ruined the chances of that ever happening. Good thing I'm about to change all that,"
She eyes me closely, coming to hold me again. "What are you planning on doing?"
"None of your fucking business. I think the mage should be here by now. Go tell her I'll be down in a minute," I push her off and head to the closet to get something to wear.
Her fingers caress my ass and then she sneaks them to my shaft, grabbing me from behind. My arms are resting on the door of the closet.
"The mage knows she has to wait. So you don't have to be in a hurry," she ducks my arm and is now in front of me.
"I'm not in the mood, Lucy," I say with utmost irritation.
"Not fair. You promised I could ask for anything as long as I bring the mage here,"
Fuck. Why did I make such promises?! Too late to back away, and I'll never renege. I've always been a man of my word.
"Sure. Ask away. What do you want?" But I already know what she wants. She's being very obvious about it.
She leans back on the closet door and runs her tongue over her lips.
"You know what I want, Richard,"
The fuck I do!
I lower my gaze, fighting off my irritation and trying to muster any bit of sexual urge to fuck her.
"Fuck me, hard and fast," she grabs my ass cheek and pulls me closer. "Fuck me, Richard,"
My dick is pressed against her stomach and she gives my cheeks another squeeze.
"Hard and fast, huh?" I mutter. It won't be possible when my mind is clouded with thoughts of Jane.
She's unconscious and lying in a room downstairs. Having her so close has me in knots. I can't fulfill Lucy's sexual demand right now, except I picture Jane's face on hers.
I glance up at her and I imagine her to be Jane. It works. Her face fades and Jane's smiling face is all I'm seeing. I know it's just an illusion but it gets me hard and ready to fuck her.
I kiss her abruptly, holding her waist and pulling her closer to me.
She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I lift her and her legs wrap around my torso. I aim the tip of my dick at her pussy and shove inside her.
Her screams of delight tears off whatever restrain I had and I fuck her hard, pinning her back against the closet door.
"Yes, fuck my tight cunt harder," She rasps, bouncing off my arm at my thrusts.
It feels like Jane's voice in my ears and I go crazy, shoving deeper into her sleek cunt.
"You love how hard I'm fucking you?" I grunt, pounding her tight cunt.
"Yes, fuck, yes!" Her voice oozes with pleasure and lust.
I carry her to the edge of the bed, bend her over, grab her hips, and shove into her ass hole.
Another minute of intense screams and grunts until she's grabbing the sheet hard and muttering a tone of gibberish.
Her screams grow as she has her release and then she jerks away from my dick.
"Cum in my mouth," She begs, grabbing my shaft and rubbing her hands over it until my cum floods her mouth.
"Shit!" My hips buckle and I thrust forward to feel more of her sucks.
"Hmmm, yummy," she giggles, licking up the whitish fluid.
"Now go tell the mage that I'll be down in a second," I hiss, backing away from her.
"As you wish, Your highness," she grabs her nightgown on the floor – I hadn't noticed it was lying there– and leaves my room.
With a sigh, I head back into the bathroom, for another quick shower.