Chapter 22: Coven Mission
Gessia’s POV.
By the time he came in my mouth, I was confident that I was bleeding. My lips were swollen, and the sides of my lips were most likely torn. It hurt badly enough for me to pull away with a frown stamped on my face.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked gently, stretching out his hand to touch my hair with a gentleness I knew he didn’t feel. Rex was damaged—that much I knew. He had demons he tried to hide, and he sometimes liked to unleash them on me.
Pulling away, I scrambled to my feet, dusting my knees as I moved toward the door to grab my cloak. "Clearly you aren’t in the mood to make love tonight," I told him, realizing that if I let him anywhere close to the space between my legs, he would show me hell.
He had done it before, and I had no intention of waiting to find out. Grabbing my cloak and putting it on—
"I shouldn’t have hurt you," he said, with not a word of apology on his lips, which made me wonder why I kept trying.
Clearly, he only wanted me for the sex. Yet some part of me—which should have known better—actually thought things could change. That after a while, through bodily contact, he would grow to love me.
Am I not a fool? I wondered, turning to fix my gaze on him as he sat there, not even getting up to try and console me—something I knew might actually work.
"Gessia! Come back!" His voice was gruff and hard, with a hint of lust. "I’ll be gentle. Are you just going to leave without being satisfied?" he asked, a knowing look on his face as I glanced down at the still-hardened member between his legs.
"Come closer and I’ll satisfy you," he said, but the throbbing pain on my lips was a fresh reminder as I stood by the door and said words I had never said before. "Come to me..." I told him in a tone that sounded more like I was pleading.
I needed him to prove to me that we were making progress—that I wasn’t just a warm body in his bed. I needed him to show me that we had something special. But instead, he just sat there and groaned.
"If you’re not interested, then leave!" he said, falling back on the bed, even as his cock rose up, facing the ceiling, showing its magnificence. I could almost feel the pleasure that would thrum through my body once I impaled myself on it. All I had to do was get on top of him—that was clearly what he was asking for.
But instead of doing that, I did something I had never done before. I turned around and left, shutting the door behind me as I hurried down the stairs before I could change my mind and go back to him.
Was I angry? No. But I was immensely disappointed. The entire reason I had begun sleeping with him was to feed him the potions I made—ones that would make him easier for me to control. But what was I to do when he refused to drink them?
Worse, it worked best right before sex, or I would have already slipped it into his food. Annoyed, I headed down the stairs, hating the strange feeling between my legs—the need for something to fill it.
But I had just gotten downstairs, contemplating going back up and begging, when I saw Thor seated at the table by himself in the dark. A single light in front of him was enough to illuminate his blond hair as he leaned slightly toward the flame, his eyes fixed on me as he took me in.
I only spared him a glance before I moved to walk past him, only to hear him speak. "...if you bend yourself in front of me, I’ll satisfy you," he said, and my footsteps instantly slowed. My eyes widened in shock at his words as I glanced at him, making sure I had heard correctly.
"You clearly look unsatisfied, and I’m bored," he drawled, rolling his eyes as if to emphasize his point. Still, it was hard to believe that someone who disliked me would suddenly desire me. It became clear that he likely wanted to humble me.
Shrugging the coat off, I stepped closer to him, allowing the light to illuminate my body through the thin material I had on. My breasts were full, and I felt a thrill of pleasure as his eyes landed on my nipples right before he stretched out his hands to fondle them.
A sly look spread across his face, one that only heightened my desire. If I could sleep with Thor once, then I could sleep with him again—and moreover, the goal was to gain control of all three of them.
I couldn’t offer the potion to him yet. Besides, my core was already aching in anticipation of him.
"Bend down and bare yourself," he ordered, and I obeyed, bending forward and lifting my hips up, pulling the sheer material aside.
My hands braced against the ground as I waited for him to take me from behind, only to feel a heavy slap land on my butt—one that bordered on painful, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to push himself into me—only to feel a much harder slap, one that nearly knocked me forward.
"Whore!" he growled from behind me, and just as I gasped, waiting, I heard his footsteps move away. He walked past me and headed toward the stairs, pausing only to glance back with a smirk.
"...you look better like that, on all fours," he whispered before continuing up the stairs.
Anger settled over me like a storm cloud. I was turned on—but beyond that, I was furious, having been made a fool of.
Hurriedly, I grabbed my cloak before storming out of the building, more enraged than I could contain.
The only thing that brought me any sense of peace was the thought that once my Coven’s mission was complete, Thor would be dead. Rex and Axel would be my mindless slaves, and the werewolves—whatever remained of them—would be nothing more than servants.
