Spell Bound

Arabella

The question that Lucian asked me has been ringing my head for whoever knows how long.

"What did your former coven do to warrant you wanting revenge against them?"

He isn't in the wrong for asking this, plenty of those have while I searched for a way to make myself mote powerful. I never answered. There were simply too many answers and the last thing that I want from anyone is their sympathy.

"Arabella." He commanded softly, pulling me away from my thoughts.

I stare at him through my eyelashes as I try to come up with some way to dodge the question. I bite my lip as I turn away from him. This is ridiculous. "I just don't see why you don't just comb through my memories, get all the information that you want. I just don't see how it is fair that you can do all of these things and I can't!" I shouted, the jealousy that I am feeling becoming evident.

I feel the bed shift under his weight as he moves closer to me. "Never." He whispers before placing a kiss on my cheek. "I want you to be the one to tell me. As for having access to my thoughts. The more accepting of me you become, the more easier it will be to hear my every thought. I will never hide anything from you, my little spitfire."

Growing up I always heard that wolves were nothing less than savage beasts. They always took what they want, when they want with no regard for anyone else. That they would risk the safety of anyone as long as they got what they wanted.

Abducting Alpha Lucian has caused me to start questioning what I was taught growing up. My ancestors have probably turned their back on me, because of my disgraceful behavior.

“I need to understand why you need revenge.” Lucian kept his voice gentle as he spoke. “Let me in.”

I glared at him as his hand palmed my face and his thumb began to stroke my cheek. I would never admit this to him, but his touch did things to me. Soothed me. Almost made me safe.

I roll my eyes at myself. There is no harm in telling him some of the truth.

“My mother never failed to let me know how disgusted she was by me. I would think that she would understand how it feels to be different. She was originally from a small island and was sent to our coven to learn from them. They were all excited until they actually saw what my mother looked like. They treated her different because she didn’t look like them.”

I remember the stories that she would tell my siblings and I as if she told me them yesterday.

Her skin was tan compared to the pale skin of those apart of the coven.

She had dark unruly curly hair compared to the pin straight hair the witch’s apart of the coven usually had.

They viewed her as lazy and careless and feared that she would influence those around her to act the same.

The only person who treated her like a normal person was my dad.

He loved everything that they tried to change about her.

So when my grandmother first explained to me what I was, I wanted to tell my mom. I thought she would understand how it feels to be different.

Yet, when my mother found out that I was different from other witches she was the loudest voice in the room, demanding that I be executed. It felt like the ultimate betrayal. My coven didn't support her demands, but they weren't accepting of me either. Having a witch who can't practice magic the proper way is even more frowned upon than being a girl born without magic.

Instead, the leader of the coven decided to banish me instead, and my mother was the first person within our coven to support me being exiled.

“If revenge is what you want Arabella, then it is what you will get.” The look in his eyes lets me know that he was probably inside my head, and heard my thoughts of my mother.

It doesn’t matter though, because I’ll be done with him once this is all over.

He is just a means to an end.

His arm snakes around my waist, and before I have time to react he moves me so I am sitting in his lap. He cups my cheek, forcible turning my face so the two of us are looking directly into each other's eyes. "Tell me you understand." He commands.

I watch in awe as I witness his eyes that are usually an odd obsidian black turn into an amber gold. It is common knowledge that with werewolves are almost like two beings in one. The human may have one personality, and the wolf may have a different personality. No matter what personality the wolf may have, they are more primal, dangerous, and deadly.

Yet, I have never been around a werewolf whose wolf was in control of the human form. Alpha Lucian is the first werewolf that I have spent a significant amount of time with. My ex coven always described the wolf side of a werewolf being released is a danger to all that are around them, but in this moment I feel no danger.

My thumb brushes on the skin under his right eyes. "Fascinating." Is the only word that I can get out.

A low rumble leaves his chest, and it causes the room to slightly shake. He grasps me by my hips, lifting me off of his lap by a few inches.

He grunts, and for some reason I know what he wants me to do. Without a word being exchanged between the two of us I raise both of my legs and wrap them around his waist.

He hums out his approval as he slowly sets me back down onto his lap. His hand slowly slides up my back until he reaches the nape of my neck. He grips onto my hair, and yanks my neck back.

I gasp at his brutality, but I can't even pay attention to the pain that prickles at my scalp. I am too focused on watching his canines extend slightly.

"Tell me." He demanded. His chest rumbled along with his words.

I take in a deep breath of air before he pushes my body into his, our bodies meshing together perfectly. I try to form my lips to tell him that I understand. That I acknowledge that he is going to help me on my quest to help take down my ex-coven, but his eyes and lips are just too distracting.

He uses his grip on my hair to slowly bring our faces closer to one another. I wait for him to kiss me as our noses begin to brush up against one another.

As the moments pass by I feek myself become more desperate. So, I sink my teeth into bottom lip to stop myself from begging for a kiss.

Just as I felt my resolve break and went to lean in for a kiss, he grip on my hair tightened. I gasped as he yanked my head to the side, and began to stroke the mark on the base of my neck with his teeth.

"Tell me you understand Arabella!" He growled out his words.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to ignore all the pleasurable sensations that are running through my body because of him. "I understand." I whisper hoarsley.

If my ancestors didn't have a specific place that will be my version of hell after I leave this earth, I know they do now. A siphon witch and a wolf agreeing that they will wipe out an entire coven? This will probably be the most despicable act a witch has ever done to their people.

I hook my ankles together and grip one hand onto his shoulder to keep myself from falling out of his lap as he switched between kissing and biting at the mark that he left at the base of my neck. I use the other to grip onto his beautiful blond strands, trying to encourage him to keep going in my own way.

Every kiss drew a needy moan out of me, wordlessly begging for more. While every scrape of his teeth caused my grip on his hair to tighten as I attempted to pull him away from the area.

I found his actions to be nothing short of erotic, but I am greedy for more.

I bite my lip to hold in my moans as one of my hands glide from his hair to my shoulders. I squeeze the top of his shoulder as hard as I can to gain his attention, but his only reaction is a low warning growl before nipping at the mark on my neck.

"Lucian." I whisper, before squeezing on his shoulder again. "Please."

I shut my eyes as he continues to concentrate on the mark that he gave me, ignoring my pleas as he begins to suck on the already tender area.

My hand that is holding onto his hair tightens before I begin to try to pull him away from my neck. "Please."

He lets out a low hum of acknowledgment before skimming his nose up the column of my neck slowly. The slow deliberate movements sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. My legs tighten around his body as a rumble forms in his chest. I look at the ceiling praying that no other noises exit my mouth now that he isn't assaulting the sensitive area on my neck.

He presses a light kiss on my jaw before pulling away and staring at me with his oddly beautiful eyes. The amber gold color letting me know that Lucian's wolf was still in control.

He and I continue to observe one another in silence. I know that he and I want the exact same thing in this moment, but I know that if I go for it all chance of redemption for me is lost.

There wouldn't be anything that I could say or do that would be able to fix the damage that I am about to cause. My ancestors will not be accepting or gracious to me in death. They are probably cooking up a punishment for me right now. Yet, that isn't enough to sway me from what I am about to do. They probably wouldn't accept me anyways because I am a siphon witch, so I should be allowed to do whatever I please in this lifetime.

My thoughts are interrupted as I feel his thumb brush back and forth over the mark on my neck. His eyes intently staring at the area. I've always known that Lucian loved looking and caressing the mark, but his wolf is on a whole different level.

"Lucian." I weakly command, causing his eyes to quickly connect with mine. "Please. Kiss me?" I softly request.

Before I have time to react he gripped both of his hands onto my hips and maneuvered our bodies to the middle of the bed. He pinned my body under his, and smirked as I squirmed underneath him. He held both of my wrists together in one hand and caressed my mark with the other.

Slowly he leaned down, his gold eyes flickering from looking at my eyes to my lips. He almost looks nervous as his lips hover over mine. All I would have to do is lean up and our lips would be connected, but I want him to be the one to kiss me.

He smirks again before turning to press a kiss on my left cheek, nipping it before moving to do the same to the right.

My back slightly arches off of the bed as he continues to tease me. He groans out loud as our bodies pressed against one another, the soft electric sensations that stem from our contact rake throughout our body.

He grips my chin and tilts my head back slightly. Our noses brush against one another as he slides his hand to cup my cheek. "Mate." He murmurs, his warm breath caresses my lips before he finally presses his lips onto mine.

Unlike the other kisses that the two of us have shared the past, this kiss was mostly just his lips brushing against mine. He allowed me no control in the matter. Each time that I would try to deepen the kiss he would pull his lips away, causing me to let out a soft moan in protest.

Each smirk grew bigger than the last, seeing how desperate I am for him in this moment no doubt pleases him. I know he is waiting for me to voice my wants one more time. He wants me to beg for a real kiss.

"Lucian. Please." I concede to him. "Kiss me, please."

He releases my wrists, and reached behind my neck yanking my lips to his.

Our lips crush together, and my hands immediately shooting into his hair. I tighten my grip as Lucian begins to completely dominate the kiss.

His sharp teeth scrape against my bottom lip causing me to moan. My fingernails rake through his scalp, no doubt messing up his beautiful hair.

He swept his tongue inside my mouth, causing me to tug on his hair as he caressed my tongue with his.

My vision goes black, as my eyes roll back involuntarily. His hand travels from my cheek to my neck. Holding a tight grip on my throat, limiting the amount of air that I intake between our kisses.

I release his hair and grip onto his shirt tugging on it slightly, trying to signal that I want more.

He pulls away from our kiss, quickly obliging to my request. As soon as he ripped his shirt off of his body his lips were pressed against mine again.

I moan into his mouth as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth once again. His hand tightens around my throat, the lack of oxygen causing me to feel lightheaded.

He lifts his mouth from mine and pins my shoulders into the bed. Another rumble leaves his chest as he stares down at me. His eyes pleading with me to say what he wants to hear.

I know what he wants, and I want it to.

“Yes.”

My statement wasn’t more than a whisper, but that was all the permission that he needed. His hands met at the front of my shirt before tearing through the material. He quickly tosses it aside before leaning down to kiss me once again.

In between his rough and dominant kisses he violently undressed both of us.

"Be gentle, please." I whimper out as he grabs a hold of the front of my bra. "It's my first time."

He throws his head back and lets out what only could be a howl at my words. The walls shook at the sound and I gripped onto the bedsheets to keep myself steady.

As he turned back to face me the gleam in his eye screamed mischief before he tore my bra and panties off of my body.

He began to slowly press kisses near my mark, but not actually making contact with it.

Just as I opened my mouth to beg for another kiss, I feel his thumb gliding up and down my slit. Softly caressing the soft, wet flesh.

I feel his lips curve into a smile as I let out a strangled cry. He finally presses his lips against my mark as he slips his pointer finger inside me slowly, his thick finger stretching me wide.

I reach down and grab his wrist to try and stop his finger from entering me all the way. That only earned me a low warning growl and his teeth sinking into my shoulder.

He continued to push his finger into me until he was knucke deep. He then began to purr before licking the small wound that he left on my shoulder.

All of this was painful, but also exhilirating.

"I can't wait." I beg. "Please."

My pleading falls on dead ears. He slowly withdraws his finger from me, and maintains eye contact with me as he slowly begins to lick my essence from his finger.

He smirks as he hears the whimper that escapes my lips. He continues to taunt me as he closes his eyes and lets out a moan when his finger exits his mouth.

The smirk returns to his lips as he repositions our bodies slightly. I will myself not to look down and see how big he is. I know that if I were to actually see it I would freak out and shut all of this down. That is the last thing that I want to do.

So, instead I stare into his eyes and I wait.

His pupils are dilated. His alluring amber gold iris just a small ring in comparison. His breathing gets heavier and his body starts to slightly shake.

I reach up and cup his cheek, and that is when I notice the perspiration coating his body.

"Gentle." He rumbles out.

"Yes, yes please. Gentle." I say back.

He nods before gritting his teeth.

I gasp and tense as I feel his tip touch my entrance, but that only lasts for a moment. Even through my nervousness, the sensations that rush through my body from our contact is enough to relax me.

He ran one of his fingers through my hair, carressing my scalp while the other fondled with the mark on my neck.

He slowly began to push forward, his thick length moving through my slick flesh.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from screaming. The pain is sharp, burning and seems to only get worse by the second.

He stopped as a pained cry exits my lips. He pressed down on my mark, somewhat alleviating the pain shooting through my body with pleasure.

I know that he is a few inches in, the uncomfortable sensation that stems from our conjoined bodies lets me know that. I try my best not to panic about the situation.

I want this.

I want him.

I opened my eyes to look at him. His brows are furrowed, his breath is unsteady and sweat is dripping off of his body onto mine. Even now there is no denying how beautiful this wolf is.

Even though he has me caged in between his body and the bed, and is desperate for more he doesn't push for. He waits.

I feel my body start to relax as the stabbing pain turned to pleasure shooting through my body. The relief on his face lets me know that he noticed too.

He slowly began to move again, pulling back slightly only to begin moving forward again. Even though the pain returned as he pushed deeper inside me, I was too caught up in the pleasure to truly register it.

Both of us let out a pleased sigh once he made it fully inside me. My eyes flutter close, not being able to deal with all of shockwaves of pleasure that are pulsing throughout my body.

With every breath that I take I feel my inner walls tighten its grip on his length causing his body to tremble as he lets out low growls.

It takes a few minutes to adjust to his size, and I can't help but be amazed by the patience that he is showing me.

I nod my head slightly and I feel him slowly pull out. My inner walls protest as he slowly exited. Tightening around his length in an attempt to suck him back in.

He stopped until only his tip was at my entrance, and then slowly entered me again. He continued to move in a slow rhythm, as I try to get use to this feeling.

It was still slightly painful, the mind numbing pleasure that came with it made it more than bearable.

He grunted and started to move a little faster as soft pleas left me lips for him to go faster.

Even though I begged him to be gentle with me, I never expected him to actually be able to execute it in a way that would be pleasurable for both of his. He is still firm and dominating, but making sure not to push my body for something that it is not ready for.

He is probably one of the most dangerous creatures on this planet, yet here he is following my request even though I can tell that he wants more.

I long ago let go of the grip that I had on his hair, I was too afraid that my constant pulling might eventually tear his hair out. Instead I gripped onto his arm with one hand, and ran my fingernails down his back with the other.

My hips began to buck, as I attempted to meet his thrusts. The pleasure becoming too much, sitting still becoming too overwhelming.

He reacts by leaning down and biting on my shoulder once again, the pain from his bite momentarily distracting me from the pleasure.

He grabs my hips and lifts my legs so they are back around his waist before thrusting deeper than he was before.

My eyes shoot open and the grip I have on his arm tightens as a loud cry exits my lips.

His grip on my hips tighten as I feel my orgasm begin to build, and I am sure that it is the same for him.

Lucian continues his slow deep thrusts, the sound of our skin slapping together and our moans filling the room.

I call out his name as I feel my body begin to convulse.

I scream as my orgasm tears through me in rippling waves, no doubt his continued thrusts extending it.

My vision starts to slowly fade to black, no doubt from the intensity of my orgasm.

I feel chaste kisses being pressed all over my face as I fade in and out of consciousness.

"Good girl." Is the last thing that I hear Lucian rumble out before I pass out.