Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Playing With Fire ❯ Lust ( Chapter 14 )

Chapter 14: Lust

 

~ Warning: This chapter contains Limes! ~

 

Chase slowly advanced on Sage as she crawled backwards on the bed in a failed attempt at putting some distance between them. Before she could crawl away further, Chase's hand shot out and grabbed her ankle, dragging her forward again.

“Do you know what I usually do to witches, Sage?” he asked his dark voice sending chills down her spine.

“Annoy them to death,” she replied trying to seem unfazed by his actions. Chase chuckled softy, his voice suddenly deeper then before.

“Close…but try replacing annoy with rape,” he said grabbing her other ankle and spreading her legs apart before kneeling between them on the bed.

Sage stared up at him wide eyed as her fear began to seep in. “You…you wouldn't…” she said slightly shaking her head in disbelief.

“I wouldn't?” he repeated arching an eyebrow. He slowly leaned down towards her, their lips almost touching as his hand came up to firmly wrap around her neck, keeping her in place. “You know...you may talk a lot of shit with nothing to show for it, but I certainly do not,” he said his eyes flashing black.

Suddenly, Sage's expression changed from fear to fury in a matter of seconds. Her eyes narrowed as she brought her own hand up to grip the one he had around her throat.

“Do you get off on this? Threatening me?” she hissed, “Does it make you feel like a man knowing that the only way you can get between a girl's legs is through force or manipulation?”

A rough growl ripped from the demon above her, his hair shadowing his eyes as a slow smirk appeared on his face. “Force and manipulation, huh?” he drawled, “Funny…cause I don't remember having to use either when I was in your dreams.” he said meeting her gaze.

“What?” Sage said her eyes becoming wide.

“Sure…you don't remember?” he continued his grin widening. “You don't remember throwing yourself at me and begging me to fuck you? Or how about the way you rode my hand and rocked back and forth on my lap while I finger fucked you?”

Sage stared up at him in disbelief, her face flushed with embarrassment. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't seem to form any words.

“What? Is that not ringing any bells…or do you want an encore to refresh your memory?” he said smugly while making himself more comfortable between her legs.

Sage's wide eyed gaze narrowed. “That was you…you gave me those dreams, didn't you? You manipul—”

“Oh no, sweetheart,” he said cutting her off. “I may have given you those dreams, but you participated all on your own.” He said brushing his lips against her ear.

“No…no you're lying,” she replied feeling the heat pool between her legs as remnants of her dream came rushing back. “Get off me…”

“Make me.” He said running his fangs down her neck as his other hand trailed slowly up her thigh.

“Why are you doing this?” she said whimpering softy as his claws grazed along her inner thigh, dangerously close to her center.

“Because it's fun…and because you like it,” he replied his other hand releasing her throat and moving down to her breast, squeezing it through the thin material that separated them. Sage regretted the moan as soon as it left her mouth.

She wanted to pull away from him, fight him, punch him…SOMETHING! But her body wasn't listening to her. She was struggling to control her reactions, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he was affecting her. But her resolve crumbled the second the moan slipped from her mouth.

Chase was grinning like a kid in a candy store as he kissed his way down her neck, one hand now slipping up the front her shirt while the other began tugging at her panties. As soon as Sage felt his hand make contact with her bare skin, gliding its way up from her toned stomach, she instantly snapped out of her heated daze.

Before he could even react, Chase felt his head crack to the side from the impact of the strike. She had slapped him.

“Did she…did this fucking bitch just slap me?” Chase thought incredulously.

Chase slowly turned his head back to face her, a menacing expression set on his face. The red hand print that had formed on his right cheek as a result of the blow was already beginning to fade away.

“Bad move.” He growled raising his hand to her face as his claws began to grow. Just as he was about to bring them down, Sage rolled to the side and pushed her hand out, using her powers to fling him across the room.

Once she was free, she made a dash for the door but screamed when she felt herself being lifted off the ground and thrown into a wall. Her back connected with the wall hard, the force of the impact leaving her winded. Before she could compose herself, Chase appeared in front of her, closing the space between them. Sage had no where else to run as Chase trapped her between his outstretched arms and the wall. As he leaned down towards her, Sage turned her head to the side so that one side was pressed against the wall as a small means of escaping his wrath.

Chase grabbed her face roughly between his thumb and index finger, forcing her to look at him. She was scared, and he could smell it.

“Scared?” he asked coldly not waiting for a reply. “Good, because you should be.” He said while gripping both of her small wrists in one hand and pinning it about her head. He then used his other hand to hike her up around his waist, pressing her further into the wall.

“You don't fucking learn, do you bitch?” he said ripping her skirt with a flick of his wrist, leaving her in her panties. “And to think…I was trying to be nice, but you just had to go and piss me off…now look at what you're making me do…” he said while shredding her shirt to pieces.

Sage was now struggling desperately against him, but her attempts were in vein since she didn't have access to her hands. She knew that his iron grip on her would no doubt leave bruises later. She felt helpless, and the very thought brought tears to her eyes.

“Chase…don't” she said quietly her voice cracking.

“Don't what?” he replied a malicious grin quirking up the corners of his lips. He knew he was hurting her, but he was too far gone to care at the moment.

“You continue to challenge me over and over again and then do nothing but beg for mercy when I rise to the challenge. Well I'm sorry…but my patience with you is now officially gone.” He growled moving in closer to her, their lips almost touching. “I'm gonna deal with you right here…right now.”

Chase purposely pressed himself roughly into her core, making her feel how hard he was before reaching down to unbuckle his pants.

“I'm about to teach you a fucking lesson you'll never forget. And by the way…I wouldn't be screaming for help if I was you, since no one will be able to hear. But if you wanna scream then feel free…” Chase said with a lustful grin, “I like it when they scream...”

Chase then used his powers to keep her pinned to the wall, leaving both his hands free to wander her body as he pleases. He leaned his head into her neck, smelling her delicious witch blood as it pumped through her veins. It took everything in him to keep himself from draining her dry, even if he had a taste he wouldn't be able to control himself to stop. Usually his control was perfect, but the incident from the classroom had raised many questions. As soon as he smelt her blood, his mind had completely shut down. He didn't want to deal with that right now; he wanted to be in control.

Chase allowed his hands to roam her body, memorizing every curve and sensitive spot that could make her moan in both pleasure and pain. He hooked one of his claws under her bra; cutting it swiftly and watching as it fell to the ground. His hand was the first thing to latch onto her breast as it bounced free from its restraints. His callous hands roughly massaged her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between his fingers.

Sage bit down hard on her lip and continued to struggle in his hold. She hadn't believed him when he told her he was going to rape her, but now the truth behind his words were beginning to sink in.

“Chase, please…I've never…I mean I'm still—”

“A virgin?” he cut in with a lopsided grin, “Oh I know.” He said while continuing his assault on her body. Sage felt her eyes begin to water.

“Chase…” she pleaded whimpering as he replaced the hand on her breast with his hot mouth. Sage threw her head back against the wall, fighting the moan threatening to escape from her lips. His tongue swirled around her nipple, soothing the pain from his pervious rough treatment, while bringing his free hand up to roughly massage her other breast. He then sucked a nipple into his mouth, grinning to himself when he heard her gasp.

Chase's hand made its way up her inner thigh, looking to discard the last piece of clothing separating him from his prize…her panties. His claws then brushed against her covered damp core, causing a moan to rip from her lips.

“Chase, stop!” She begged panting heavily, her breath becoming labored. She tried focusing her powers to push him away again, but her body was too weak right now to gather enough energy. “Please don't do this…”

Chase looked up at her, his hand still resting on her core waiting to rip her panties off. It was then he fully took in her appearance. He still had her firmly pinned to the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her face was flushed and her lips were puffy from her biting on it so often. Her nipples were hard and still wet from his mouth's performance on them. Her chest was rising and falling slowly as she tried to control her breathing.

“She is so fucking hot…” Chase thought to himself.

Even though she was begging him to stop, he knew she didn't want to. She was just afraid that he might actually rape her, which was exactly what he had intended to do since the girl was beginning to piss him off. But his anger kept fading away; he just couldn't stay mad at the bitch, and that alone was enough to piss him off all over again.

Chased turned an icy blue glare on her before replying. “This is your last warning, witch. Do not piss me off again or next time I won't be stopping, understand?”

Sage nodded releasing a sigh she didn't realize she was holding. Chase held her against the wall for another minute before allowing her feet to touch the ground, her body rubbing against his since he hadn't moved away from her yet.

“Now, are you gonna be a good little witch?” he asked fully releasing his hold on her but still blocking any means to an escape. Sage began to nod in agreement before his hand reached out and gripped her chin firmly.

“I wanna hear the fucking words leave your mouth.” He said shooting her a no nonsense look.

“I'll be good,” she said bringing her arms up to cover her chest from his view. She knew that there was no point since he had already seen it all, but she just felt uncomfortable under his piercing gaze. Chase grinned at her when she did this, clearly thinking the same thing. He simply scoffed before turning around and walking towards the closet. He tumbled through it for a while before pulling out a large black t-shit and throwing it at her, knowing full well that she couldn't put back on her now ripped clothes that lay scattered across the floor.

Sage accepted the shirt and turned her back to him, as if trying to maintain what was left of her dignity, before slipping it on. The shirt was bigger then the last one he had given her, coming to reach her knees instead of her thighs, for which she was grateful.

There was a moment of silence between the two as they stood in the dark room. The power had yet to come back on even though the worst of the storm was over and it was now gently raining outside.

Chase then turned and made his way out of the bedroom.

“C'mon,” he through over his shoulder as he walked past her. Sage figured that telling him to “fuck off” wouldn't be the right way to go, so she followed him.

“Good choice,” he said reading her mind.

“Can you not do that…it's an invasion of privacy,” she said now clearly timid around him.

Chase rolled his eyes. “Well since you put it that way, now I have to stop,” he drawled sarcastically.

Sage glared at him but continued to follow him down the stairs. Since she couldn't see where she was going she held onto the railing. She was about to create a fireball but figured he might not like that. She didn't want to risk him thinking it was for him and attack her, so she kept her magic to herself.

When she neared the bottom of the stairs she missed a step and tripped. She closed her eyes waiting for the impact against the floor but it never came. Strong arms circled around her waist before she could hit the floor, bringing her back against a hard chest.

“Clumsy bitch,” Chase scoffed before releasing her once she regained her balance and turning to walk away.

“Wait! I can't see…” she said grabbing his hand before he could walk away. Chase looked back at her, his demon eyes allowing him to see a light blush appear on her face.

“You don't mind do you…I mean it's the least you could do.” She said refusing to meet his bright gaze. She didn't know what was wrong with her, one minute she was terrified of him and the next she was gushing like a little school girl.

Chase remained silent as his hand curled around hers, his face giving away none of his emotions. He continued to walk them towards the kitchen before stopping in front of the fridge and opening it.

“Before me and Kel came home to find you two planning your great escape, we stopped to buy whatever food you people eat in this world,” he said well looking through the fridge.

Sage look at him stunned before tiptoeing over his shoulder to peer into the fridge. She was surprised to see that it was fully stocked with everything from meat, fruits, chocolate cake, salads, a variety of drinks and other foods as well. She looked behind her to the counter and noticed a large amount of junk food piled on top the table, everything from cookies to chips and some other stuff she's never eaten before. Sage turned back to Chase, the shock evident on her pretty face.

“Wow, um…thanks I guess,” she said unsure of what to say. “That's so sweet of you guys.”

“Yeah well, after your little escape stunt we should take it all back and let you bitches starve.” He scoffed.

“They keep calling us bitches yet they're the ones who pms more then any bitch I know…” Sage thought to herself.

Chase suddenly growled deep in his throat, turning around to glare at her.

“I dare you to say that shit out loud,” he threatened.

“Saying it out loud wouldn't make it any less true,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. Chase started walking towards her as she skirted around him and over to the fridge.

“I'm joking, relax. Besides they're my thoughts and you shouldn't even be listening to them,” she said her eyes scanning the contents of the fridge. She heard Chase growl behind her, but since she wasn't being thrown into any walls she figured he must have let it go.

“Oooh…Ice cream!” she said excitedly before pulling out a large tub marked cookie dough on it.

“I don't think that's food,” Chase said looking at the substance as she peeled off the cover.

“The hell its not! Clearly you haven't spent much time in this world,” she replied while digging a spoon into the frozen treat. Sage chose to eat it straight out of the carton instead of putting it in a bowl, arguing that “it's better this way.”

She raised the spoon to her mouth, her eyes fluttering closed as she closed her lips around the ice cream, a satisfied moan spilling from her as she did so.

Chase watched her in slight fascination. Her reaction to ice cream was the same he had when drinking blood, which is a thought he found amusing all by itself.

“Can I have a bite?” he asked with an amused grin.

Sage narrowed her eyes at him as if trying to decide whether or not she should share with him, the spoon still hanging from her mouth.

“I don't know…only if you promise to be nice from now on,” she said with an amused smile of her own.

“Sorry baby, I don't make promises I know I can't keep.” He replied walking towards her, titling his head adorably to the side. “You don't wanna share with me?”

Sage stared up at him, her eyes clouding over. “Why does he have to be so sexy…” she thought before she could stop herself. A smug grin appeared on his face, indicating that he had undoubtedly heard her thoughts once again.

“I don't share with jerks,” she said before scooping up some more ice cream and putting it in her mouth. Chase then took a step closer to her, backing her into the fridge.

“Please.” He said his voice deep and husky.

Sage blushed as she felt the heat pooling between her legs again, praying that he couldn't smell it.

“Fine, just one…” she said before scooping up some more ice cream and holding it out to feed him.

Chase smirked in triumph before leaning his head down and allowing her to feed him. He slowly ate the ice cream from the spoon, making a show of it and enjoying the fact that he was making her blush. When he was done, he licked his lips while keeping his heated gaze locked on hers.

“I've tasted better,” he said now closing the distance between them.

“Like what?” she asked softy, pressing herself against the fridge.

“Your blood,” he replied huskily bringing his lips within an inch of hers. Sage struggled to tear her gaze away from his, but when she did it drifted down to his lips. Before she could stop herself, she leaned in closing the remaining distance between them, crushing her lips against his. Both their lips were cold from the ice cream, but instantly heated upon contact.

As she caressed her lips with his, she noticed that he wasn't kissing back. It was then that she remembered Kel telling her that he won't kiss a girl unless he likes her, and if she kisses him and he doesn't kiss back then it means he doesn't like her.

Sage felt her heart sink when he didn't respond to the kiss and she was about to pull away, not wanting to embarrasses herself any further. Just when she was about to pull away, she felt Chase raise his hand only to tangle it in her curly light brown locks. To her surprise, he began kissing her back. She felt his tongue run across her bottom lip, asking for permission rather then taking it by force. She complied, opening her mouth and allowing his skillful tongue to slip past her lips. She moaned into his mouth as he titled his head, deepening the kiss. He dominated the kiss, his tongue thoroughly exploring her mouth before pulling away to gently gnaw on her bottom lip. Both still had their eyes open, but when he began sucking on her bottom lip Sage dropped the spoon she was still holding before snaking her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. Chase wrapped his arms around her waist, turning her around and hiking her up onto the counter. He didn't have to ask as she spread her legs, tightening them around his waist once he was positioned between them.

She grabbed the front of Chase's shirt pulling him towards her as their lips connected again. This time, the kiss wasn't hesitant or teasing like before, it was rough, slow and passionate all together. They devoured each other as if it were the only chance they'll ever have. The kiss became more intense as Sage ran her hands through his snowy white hair, wanting him closer even though it wasn't possible.

 

Chase's P.O.V

 

He had no idea what the fuck he was doing. One minute he was teasing her about the fucking ice cream, and the next they were making out on top the kitchen counter. He honestly wasn't expecting her to kiss him in the first place, more like push him away for being so close after threatening to rape her. But the little witch did the exact opposite.

The first kiss had left him speechless, which is something that hasn't happened in centuries. He wanted to pull away and slap her, but as her lips continued to caress his he felt his resolve shatter. When he felt her about to pull away, he gripped her hair and pulled her back, returning the kiss heatedly. After that he just couldn't stop himself, it was like smelling her blood all over again.

When he placed her on the counter, he saw her eyes cloud over with lust, no doubt mirroring his own. All he could think about was how much he wanted her. As she gripped his shirt and roughly pulled him back into their little make-out session, he felt his dick harden.

“Fuck…” he thought as he ran his hand up her thigh, desperately needing to feel her bare skin against his. He knew he was a horny motherfucker when he was ready, but this sudden heat was unlike anything he has ever felt before. Her hands grasped his spiky hair as her legs tightened around him, wanting nothing more then to bring him closer. He knew what she wanted…which was weird because a little while ago she had wanted the exact opposite. But this time she wasn't begging him to stop.

He braced one hand down on the counter to steady himself as he continued to kiss her. He knew things were becoming intense, but he couldn't bring himself to stop to even let the girl breathe. That was when he felt something…

He felt lightheaded in a way that wasn't from lack of oxygen. His entire body began to tingle as he instinctively tightened his hold around her, bringing her body flush against his. If he was hurting her, she didn't complain as she welcomed the attention, moaning loudly. It felt right having her in his arms in a way he didn't quite understand.

Suddenly, it was as if his entire world shifted and was now only centered around her. He suddenly felt strange and uncomfortable in his own body as if it had changed somehow.

“Chase…” she moaned drawing his attention. He loved the way she said his name and wanted nothing more then to hear it again…

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” he thought reluctantly pulling away from the kiss.

“What's wrong?” Sage asked panting. Her lips were swollen and the over sized t-shirt was falling off her shoulders, revealing even more skin since it was already hiked up around her waist.

Chase looked down at her noticing that the tingling sensation he was feeling has yet to disappear. He slowly pulled back from her, and as he did so he was able to feel an invisible force pulling him back towards her, his instincts urging him to continue even though he wanted to stop. He suddenly found himself fighting to regain control over himself as he detached her legs from around his waist and fully stepped away from her. It was only then that he was able to compose himself, the haze he was trapped in slowly disappearing.

Sage looked at him, the lust fading from her eyes and replaced with confusion. Coincidently, Chase stared back at her with the same expression but for a different reason.

“Was she somehow responsible for this?” he thought scolding himself for letting his guard down around the witch. There was already so much he didn't understand about the girl, like why his powers didn't work on her, and now he had yet another problem to add to his list.

“Don't tell me this bitch has some kind of power over me?” he thought while shooting her a heated glare.

“What the hell is your problem…why are you looking at me like that?” she asked still confused.

“Nothing, I gotta go. Stay here and do whatever you want, just don't leave the house,” he snapped before quickly vanishing from the room.

Sage sat on the counter staring at the spot where he stood moments ago, a dumbfounded expression on her face. No matter how many times she played it over in her head, she couldn't figure out what she did to upset him this time.

“Him and his fucking mood swings…” she said angrily herself before hopping off the counter and making her way upstairs, trying vainly to ignore the dull ache between her legs.

“Stupid jerk…” she said plummeting face down onto the bed with a permanent blush on her face.