Pretty Spelled by K.A Knight

Lilith

Idream of fields, of laughter and family, before black smoke swallows it whole and I wake in a sweat with a scream caught on my lips. I flinch, expecting pain, expecting her laughter and taunts, the coolness of my body—but I’m warm, really warm. I can feel the pumping of my blood, the solid thump of my heart.

I feel skin pressed to mine. I feel…

“You’re awake,” Attie murmurs, and I blink, staring at the low sun shining in through the open windows before me. The sound of crashing waves reaches me. I’m on a bed, under white covers, and his huge body is wrapped around me from behind. It’s just like how he used to hold me when I couldn’t sleep because of nightmares. Unlike then, he doesn’t pull away. He lets me feel every inch of his hard, hot body as he pulls me closer. Our legs are twined, and his hands are wrapped around my middle like he will never let me go, like he can’t get close enough.

I turn my head, and he lets me roll onto my back until I’m gazing up at him as he props up on an elbow, staring down at me with such love and hope that it makes me cry again. What happened is a blur, filled with bloodshed and pain. I was in the dark, then there was blinding light, and then he was there…then darkness again. Did he really do it? Did he free me? Am I…me again?

Alive?

Alone?

Is my body mine once more? I search inside myself for her but find nothing but the remnants of evil, darkness, and scars she left behind. “I can’t sense her at all,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

“That’s good, baby,” he murmurs, grinning wide and flashing straight white teeth. His face has a few older white scars, his bald head shining in the light. I can’t help it, I reach up and cup his cheek, stroking it. I need to touch him, to reassure myself he’s real, that this isn’t a dream. He’s here, I’m here.

He’s mine.

His eyes close and his lips tilt further as his other hand rests over mine, holding me to his face as if he never wants me to stop touching him. “You’re really here,” I whisper.

He blinks his eyes open and looks down at me. “I am, and so are you. I promised I would never give up, that I would free you, and I did.”

“I’m…I’m really free?” I whisper, still shocked.

“You are, she’s gone, she can’t hurt you anymore.” He presses his forehead to mine, holding my gaze. My mind whirls. How can she be gone? Am I really alone? What happens now? Where did she go? I have so many questions, but they all fade as I stare into his eyes, and then only one question remains.

“Am I really yours?” I query, searching his gaze for the truth, needing to know. Did he really mate us in the ritual of the supernaturals of old? I have loved him for so many years, but he always pushed me away… Did he do it out of love or duty? Does he really want me, or did he do it to save me?

“You always have been, Wildflower, I was just too much of a fool to tell you. Too scared of what might happen to you for me simply loving you. Yet the worst happened anyway, and I vowed I would never hide it again. You have always been mine, and I yours,” he offers truthfully, letting me see the vulnerability in his eyes.

Unsure what to say, I just stare at him. My body heats in a familiar way, and I feel a tightening in my lower belly—a tingle in my pussy, as she called it. My nipples pebble as I feel our mate bond pulsing through us like a living organ keeping us linked. I feel his love, his relief, and his desire pouring through it. It’s so pure and true that I can’t help but gasp. He really does want me, really does love me, and everything else fades.

The questions, sadness, and pain. The need to see my family, to assure myself this is real…it all fades to him. To needing him. I have always wanted him since I was a child. He was my first kiss, my first love, yet our time was stolen. My body too. And now we’re here, so close, I can touch him, the very thing I ached so long for. I can feel him, almost taste his breath, see those lips curling up, and all I want is that.

Him.

To feel what it’s like to be so fully loved and connected that we can never break away. To feel the truth in his actions. To know once and for all that we are one. Mated.

“Wildflower?” he murmurs when I remain quiet. “What’s wrong?”

I lean up and kiss him, my lips fumbling and inexperienced. He kisses me back, closing his eyes, and groans as I pull away slightly and drag my tongue along the seam of his lips, making him jerk. He opens his eyes as I reach up and grab his wide, muscular shoulders. My pussy is aching, throbbing in a way I can’t ignore. My cheeks heat from my own desire, my heart speeding up.

“We don’t need to do this now, Wildflower. We have the rest of our lives—”

I cover his lips, silencing him. “I have been waiting for you since I was four years old. I’ve been in love with you all of my life. I’m tired of waiting.” I let some of the pain, the trauma, flow through me. “She made my body hers. I need to make it mine again. Help me, please, Attie. Make me feel alive, teach me the love between us, don’t let my memories be of her using my body for her own pleasure.” He winces at that, and jealousy and anger flash in his eyes before he blinks it away.

“Please, I need—I need—” I don’t even know, I never had the chance to explore the desire burning through me for this man, since he always kept me at arm’s length, and I could never take another. Not when he was the love of my life, I couldn’t hurt him or me like that. But she did, she ripped away my innocence, defiled my body, and I need to feel…whole again. He must understand, because he leans down and kisses my lips.

“I know what you need, Wildflower, just breathe, let me help you,” he murmurs, offering me everything I have ever wanted—him. But a dark part of me wonders if it will be enough. If after all these years, he really does want me the way I always wanted him, or if he’s just overjoyed and filled with elation at defeating her.

Is it really me he loves?

I shove that darkness aside, not letting it corrupt this moment between us, nor our love. I never had these horrible feelings before, I suppose it’s just another scar left behind in my soul from her that I will have to learn to live with, but when Atlas kisses my lips softly, it all disappears. I taste magic and love on his lips.

“Attie,” I breathe as he pulls away and rolls on top of me, his hands keeping him lifted.

“Shh, Wildflower. I’ve got you,” he murmurs as he nudges my head to the side and kisses across my cheek and down my neck, sending butterflies through my stomach as my eyes close and a smile curls my lips.

This is all I ever wanted.

He presses his lips to my skipping pulse before digging his teeth in, making me gasp. His hands slide down my sides, stroking along my skin, loving me, being tender. He raises his head and meets my eyes as he starts to strip me of the ridiculous outfit she had me in. He tosses the beads and necklaces to the side until I’m bare before him. I’m naked, vulnerable, but I feel nothing but strong. I see the lust on his slack face, the love in his eyes, and the tremor in his body simply from looking at me. He always made me feel like a queen, and even more so now as he murmurs my name like a prayer. The god is the lovestruck one for once.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs as he pulls the covers all the way off, sitting up at the end of the bed and staring at me. Nerves surge through me, but they are overshadowed by my desire, especially when he reaches down and flicks open the top button of his jeans before crawling up my body. He stops to kiss my belly and then slides his tongue up to my breasts.

“I’ve imagined this so many times,” he whispers against my skin as goosebumps race across it. “Imagined you being mine, tasting you the way I always wanted to. Stripping you of those teasing dresses to see your breasts underneath, to suck your nipples that used to poke through your slip when you swam.” He sighs, the breath blowing across my nipples, hardening them as I arch up slightly, needing more. His big hands span my waist and hips, keeping me still as he slowly lowers his head and licks around my nipple, teasing me. Tasting me.

But I’m not the same girl he once loved, nor is he the man I fell in love with. We are older, more scarred, and we know the darkness this world has to offer. I don’t want just fake loving. I don’t want to be held and made to feel like I am glass and breakable. I have been through more than anyone could have ever imagined, and I know what I want.

Him.

My general.

My mate.

Gripping his head, I yank him closer. I may be new to this, to us, but I’ve seen and heard enough to know. And although I hate that and it makes me angry, I use it now. I let the darkness leak out a little, and his eyes widen before blowing wide with lust.

I wrap my legs around his waist, guided by knowledge way beyond my years as I fall into the abyss of lust, letting my body do what it knows how to do. I see anger in his eyes that someone was here before him, that they took our first time, but right now, all that matters is him. Him, me, and the pleasure I feel ready to explode between us. Who knows how long we have?

She might come back, we might die, and if I have learned one thing, it’s to never take anything for granted, to live every moment like it might be your last, so that’s what I’m going to do here, even though it’s scary. Even though it’s beyond terrifying. I’m going to make the warlock god mine.

Keeping my hand on his neck, I press him closer until his mouth finally opens and sucks my nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling the stiff point before he sucks harder. A wave of pleasure storms through my body and heads straight to my pulsing sex, until I can’t help but lift my hips and rub against him. He pulls on and bites my nipple before popping it free of his mouth and giving the other the same treatment, leaving me a panting mess.

“Attie, please, I need you,” I mutter raggedly. I need him inside me, need him to take the doubt and darkness away, to see his face set in lines of pleasure rather than anger. To see him above me and feel him inside me, instead of those she fucked.

His jaw clenches, and his hands tighten on my sides. “Lil,” he warns. “Don’t push me. I’ve been dreaming of fucking you since I was fourteen years old.”

“Then get the hell on with it,” I snap. I would have never snapped at him before. I see his eyes widen for a moment before they darken and the possessive, dominant warrior I am used to surfaces, not my loving mate. The man who would kill someone for looking at me, who broke every bone in a boy’s body after he made me cry…the man who kissed me like he depended on me for air before he charged into battle.

I see him in those eyes I love so much, and my breath hitches, my heart hammering as I squeeze my thighs around him, needing something. He grips me tighter, and I almost cry out as he suddenly pulls me down the bed, grabbing the pillow from under my head and tossing it away, so I’m flat on my back beneath him. His magic swirls around him so strongly, it’s almost hard to breathe, but I’ve been breathless since the moment we met.

Keeping his eyes on me, unblinking, he reaches up and tweaks my nipples before he grabs my breasts hard and squeezes, letting me know exactly who is in charge of my body right now. He grounds me in the moment, wiping every other disgusting memory from my body until only the feel of his harsh, coarse touch remains.

His hand drags down my body and cups my pussy, making me gasp and arch into his touch. His gaze keeps me trapped as his fingers casually stroke down my wetness. With a groan, he pulls them away and licks them clean.

“Fuck, Wildflower, you taste like nature, like the fires of our homeland,” he whispers before reaching down and sliding his hand back down my pussy and licking it again.

Shaking his head, he drops to his knees between my legs, parting them farther, his big hands spanning my thighs to keep them open. My cheeks heat in embarrassment, but he doesn’t allow me to hide. He stares at my pussy before his tongue comes out and drags all the way down from my clit to my ass and back up again. I gasp at the sensation as my back automatically arches.

His fingers dig in as he growls like a feral animal. “Fuck, your taste is my new favourite thing. I could have lived on this for centuries.” I don’t have the brain power to talk, his tongue stealing all my thoughts as it circles my clit again and again. He teases me until I whimper, and only then does he flick the little nub, and the shockwave of pleasure has me crying out while he chuckles.

“Oh, Wildflower, I’m going to find every single spot on you that has you moaning and screaming and then use it against you. This body is mine now to do with whatever the fuck I want. I’m going to worship it every day for the rest of my life, and spend my hours making you scream my name, so you never forget who you belong to.”

His words have my head thrashing as the pleasure builds within me, collecting low in my stomach. I know what is happening, I’ve seen her experience it, but I’ve never had my own orgasm, and Attie is determined to claim them all.

His magic presses against my entrance suddenly, and I jerk. He soothes me with a kiss on my clit, stroking my thighs. “Relax, baby, it will feel good.” The slight buzz of the magic retreats a little until I relax, and then it presses to my entrance again. It’s firm, like a hand, but also so much more. Slowly, it starts to push inside me, my tight channel forcing it to go slow. It’s too much, too many sensations, with his tongue licking my clit while his magic begins to fuck me.

My eyes close, but he slaps my thighs. “Eyes on me, Wildflower,” he snarls.

I whimper and open them, rolling them down my trembling body to lock on his as that magic pulls out and then pushes back into me. The buzz of it drags along my walls and has me crying out over and over, the intensity almost too much.

“That’s it, baby, let me feel you come all over my tongue. I want you to brand me with it until all I ever taste is you again.” He grunts against my pussy, and the vibration has my legs and belly quivering.

I clamp my thighs around his head as I grip his hair. His hands glide up my belly to my breasts, squeezing hard, and it sends me over the edge. I scream my release, my thighs clamping tighter, my pussy pulsing around his magic. He licks me through it, lashing my clit with his tongue as his magic moves inside me like fingers.

The pleasure only grows, until my vision goes black and my mouth is locked open on a continuous scream as his magic forces another orgasm from me, and then another.

When I can’t take anymore, I slump and push him away. He surges above me, his chin and mouth coated in my cream, and leans down and kisses my parted lips, letting me taste myself on them. “You are so fucking perfect,” he growls harshly. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life between these thighs. Right now, I need you, need to feel that tight cunt around my cock.”

He strips from his jeans, his huge cock standing upright and leaking as he watches me. I can’t help but lick my lips, wondering how that will even fit inside me, but I relax, knowing he would never hurt me. He grabs my limp legs and tosses them over his shoulders, dragging me down the mattress until my pussy and ass are against his pelvis. I feel his hard length pressed to my dripping core and shiver as his hands stroke down my legs.

“Relax, Wildflower, we were made for each other, every inch of us. It will feel so good,” he promises, kissing my ankle before he lifts me with his hands on my ass and drags his cock down my dripping pussy, over and over again, like he’s fucking it, coating it with my release, the tip bumping my clit. My pussy is pulsing, my need to come growing once again.

I relax into the bedding, and I feel the head of his cock press to my opening. I’m impatient, needing to be filled, to feel that inside me. I kick at his shoulder, but he ignores it and slowly starts to push inside, stretching me so deliciously before pulling out slightly. I don’t want slow.

I narrow my eyes on him, feeling that darkness rise. “Fuck me, Attie. I’ve had centuries of foreplay. Get inside me.”

He stills, and then for once, he forgets his protectiveness and slams into me. I scream, my neck arching back as he forces that monster cock into my pussy before pulling out and slamming back in. I jiggle from the force, and he steals my breath. My eyes almost cross, the pleasure too much.

“Oh god, keep going!” I almost yell, uncaring if anyone else can hear us.

He pummels into me faster, over and over, forcing me to stretch around him. The wet sound of our bodies coming together is loud, even over our pants. My cream drips from me as he circles my neck with his hand and squeezes, reminding me who is there and who is touching me. He’s making me his in a way no one else could.

It’s what sends me over the edge again.

I can’t even scream, his huge length stealing my voice as I spasm, my pussy clenching around him. He continues to thrust into me, fucking me through my release as a grunt finally escapes his lips. His hands are straining, cutting into my skin, his muscles bulging, teeth gritted.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I want you too much. Need to—” He groans and stills for a moment before he suddenly pulls out of me. I gasp as I’m flipped. He grabs my hips and yanks my ass into the air, my back arching as he pushes my head down.

His cock presses to my pussy again, and in one smooth move, he buries himself back inside into me. The new angle has my hands clenching in the sheets on either side of me, whimpering. I can’t possibly come again. I’m too oversensitive, it’s too much, but he doesn’t care.

He is taking me, every single inch of me.

Showing me that I am his and giving himself to me.

My nipples drag along the sheets as he jerks me back onto his impaling cock, and the added sensation has that pleasure building once more, even though I don’t think I could possibly come again.

He releases my hips as he leans over me for a moment and presses a soft kiss to my neck, sliding his hands down my arms to meet my own, which are twisted in the sheets.

Our hands twine in the fabric on either side of my head as he powers into me over and over again until, as one, the pleasure explodes through us, carrying us away.

When we come down, we are curled on our sides, our bodies still connected. His breathing is ragged in my hair, his hammering heart pressed to my back, his hands clenching around me to hold me closer.

My eyes close again as I snuggle back, happier than I have ever been. Right now, the world is perfect. I may still be a monster, but there is always a bigger monster out there. Always evil lurking in this world. But there is also so much love, family, and friendship that it can fill the gaps of that darkness. As long as there is love, our monsters will never be alone. I might have been warped, changed, and never be the human Atlas once cared for because of what I have been through, but he loves me anyway. He doesn’t just love the thought of me from afar, he loves me now, darkness and all.

After all, how do you stop a monster?

You love it, all the broken dark pieces of it.

It’s only a monster if you fear it.

Otherwise, it’s just another person, just another being in this world waiting for love.