8: What could go wrong?
Warning, sexual content
Lucien
I had a mate... I had a mate! The thought ran around in my head the entire time as I searched for my silent 'Cinderella' through the woods. I wanted to see her face again, more clearly this time, because all I could recall were her eyes, her dark, deep green eyes.
"Hello? Little Cinderella, are you out there?" I yelled trying to trace her scent. It was all over the place and almost impossible to identify apart from mine. The only slight differences I could pick up were subtle scents of rose and lilies which I assumed was her true scent.
"I'm losing my patience Love!" I shouted. How could a woman just disappear into thin air? Unless... was I seeing ghosts? I froze suddenly, analysing the thought in my mind and then shook it, as I clearly remembered her literally throwing people out of the way just to get away from me. It was a strange concept for me to grasp. Usually women were running toward me, not away from me.
I searched for a moment more before I began to contemplate the thought of going back to the disaster of an engagement party... nay, the Battle of Forks. However, just as I passed one of the few pine trees near the edge of the woods, I caught sight of something rather familiar. It was a dark baseball cap, one which I distinctly remembered being worn by my mystery mate. I chuckled, wondering if she really was Cinderella, and then picked it up before bringing the cap to my nose and sniffing. It still smelled just like her, not only that, but I could tell the young woman had good taste in shampoo.
I looked up and took a final glance around, in hopes of finding her somewhere here. Once I realised that she'd probably been able to get away- making her the first woman to successfully blatantly escape me- I sighed and shook my head. "Honestly, is she a fucking magician's assistant in her spare time. How did she disappear?" I uttered as I began making my journey back home.
Once inside, I was greeted by the confused faces of both Jasmine and Damon.
"Where'd you go Lucien?" Damon asked.
"Yeah, we were worried you tried to escape."
I hesitated a moment before answering, contemplating whether or not telling them what had happened just moments before. I then realised that perhaps it would be best not mentioning it at all, fearing that saying something would ruin the chance of ever seeing her again- it was not that I was superstitious, I was merely... cautious. So, I hid the cap behind my back and began my beautiful lie. "Nowhere. I just went out for a breath of fresh air." I said with a grin.
"Then what's that behind your back?" It was Loren who aggressively chirped in. Clearly someone was still upset with me.
"Your sex life." I uttered, sticking the cap in the waistband at the back of my jeans and then bringing my empty hands to the front as proof.
Loren scowled at me and I simply smiled in return as she did so. "You're acting really suspicious."
"See and that's what I mean Lorry. If you were getting a healthy dose of sex every now and then, well then you wouldn't be in my business, now would you?"
The point was not so much for it to make sense, but rather to get rid of Loren, and as predicted, it worked like a charm sending her storming off in the opposite direction.
Admittedly, I was quite impressed with myself. My brand-new ability to repel woman was actually coming in handy. Jasmine and Damon, however, were not so impressed.
"Did you have to bring her sex life into it?" Asked Damon with his arms folded in front of him.
"Yes. A person's sex life says a lot about them. Yours, for example, like Loren's has become non-existent, transforming you into a boring, sexually frustrated pain in the ass."
"I think you're describing yourself," Jasmine said. As soon as she did, Damon laughed and held her closer to him. I rolled my eyes at the both of them and was just about to leave the room and find someplace quieter to inspect the one thing I had of my mate, when Damon called out after me. I turned around quickly, wondering if he'd seen the item I'd tried to place back into my hands.
"I was wondering-" I sighed in relief, "-whether you'd like to join me at work tomorrow?"
I was taken aback for a moment. It was such a strange request, especially given who I was: Lucien Lucifer Michaels, King of Seduction. I didn't do 'work'... work did me, in a sense.
"You want me to go to work with you... why?"
Damon scratched the back of his neck and shifted his weight from his left foot to his right- an immediate indication that his innocent little request wasn't all that innocent.
"Let me guess," I began with a smug smile, "you need a little bit of charm?"
"I will retract my offer if you get too cocky. It's just... I'm not really in the position to be charming at the moment," he turned towards Jasmine with a nervous smile and she shot back a deep scowl (someone was about to get a one-way ticket to the couch tonight).
"And so, you want me to do the dirty work for you?"
"I wouldn't say that. It's just, I've had a few important potential investors who aren't quite convinced that they'd want to invest in my business. Now I have tried my best to be civil but without a dazzling smile, I'm afraid I have a rather awful personality."
As soon as he said this, I burst out laughing. An awful personality? Damon had the charisma of a rock and now that he wasn't single anymore, it was clearly starting to show. The only person, or people perhaps, who could muster up some pleasant aspects of Damon's personality was Jasmine, London, Loren, Landon and myself. To other people he was a complete robotic asshole.
I took my time to think over his offer. It wouldn't really be a burden to me, seeing as I had absolutely nothing to do except occasionally check in with my Vixens and George from time to time to make sure that business was still booming. I also could find a replacement for Nancy as my 'distraction'... but the most convincing reason was the possibility of being able to meet more people and, as a result, perhaps my mate. The young woman hadn't left my mind since she'd entered it and, although I had spent the equivalent of a second with her, she'd gotten me rather curious. I wondered why she'd run away from me, and I wondered for a moment, what would happen if we were to meet again. Would my feelings for Jasmine finally disappear? The thought was near impossible, especially considering how much I actually did love Jasmine, even now. But just the slightest bit of hope of being rid of this awful, depressing unrequited love for her, had me more motivated than ever to find the owner of the cap I still clutched between my fingers.
"Fine," I said, "but I expect to be paid for my services."
"Done." Damon uttered.
It seemed the Michaels brothers were teaming up again. What could go wrong?
Damon
Loren was right, Lucien had been acting suspicious the moment he'd returned from his 'breath of fresh air'. In his possession, he had a baseball cap, one which I know did not belong to him, and one which he continued to analyse the entire rest of the party. Even when all the guests had left and gone home, he still sat at the dining room table, studying it. I wondered where he'd gotten such a thing from, and to whom it belonged. I assumed, however, that whoever it was, had some sort of importance to my brother. A friend, perhaps.
The baseball cap, however, was not the only suspicious thing about him. In fact, I found the fact that he had agreed to come and work with me in the first place to be the epitome of suspicion, especially because I initially meant for it to be a joke. But as Jasmine had discussed with me the previous night- right before falling off to sleep and leaving me sexually frustrated for yet another night- it would do both Lucien and I well to spend more time together, and what better way than to have him work for me under the false pretense that I, Damon Caesar Michaels, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack and CEO of the year for five years in a row, needed help. Perhaps his pretty little face could be put to good use though.
"Hey, lost in your thoughts?" I heard Jasmine say as she neared me from behind. I turned towards her and gave a smile. "What gave me away?"
"The fact that you have been trying to unbutton your shirt for the past ten minutes." She chuckled and then began tugging at my shirt before undoing the buttons for me.
"I wanted to ask you something," she began, "do you think Lucien was acting a little suspicious tonight?"
"So, it wasn't just Loren and me?" I uttered.
She shook her head and then started helping me shrug off the shirt. "I don't think we should be worried though. He seemed more up to his old mischievous tricks than diabolic evil." She said with a little laugh at the end. Goddess, how I adored her little laugh. And as I thought this, I leaned down, grabbed her chin and brought her lips to mine before gently kissing at them. Jasmine's hands snaked around my naked torso and she tilted her head slightly so as to deepen our sweet little kiss. My hands began making their way under her thighs and soon, I picked her up and lead her to the bed. When I placed her down, I parted from our kiss and smiled down at her. "You can't escape me tonight, Mistress."
She giggled in response, placed her hands around the back of my neck and then brought her face closer to mine. "I see you're craving a bit of punishment?"
I licked my lips seductively and whispered lowly, "I've been such a bad boy, craving you all the time-" I then took her hand in mine and began grazing it across the surface of my abdomen before leaning down and whispering in her ear, "- and I've been touching myself to the thoughts of you without your permission."
Immediately when these words left my mouth, I saw her lips perk into a wicked smirk and her eyes became a deeper shade of blue, resembling the deepest parts of the ocean. Her hands then traveled to my arms where she tugged at them and then pushed me over so that I was now on my back. She then gripped at the zipper of her dress, pulled it down and then removed the black piece of clothing from her body, leaving her exposed in her black underwear. She then got onto her hands and knees and began crawling towards me, until she was hovering right above me. By now my excitement was through the roof and I could barely believe that we were finally about to have sex!
She began sliding her hands delicately along my chest again and then they roamed down my abdomen, to the belt buckle of my pants. "Someone's excited!" She exclaimed as she began unbuckling and then unbuttoning my pants. I said nothing, more focused on the feeling of her hands against my legs as she stripped me of my pants. Once she'd gotten them off, she smirked and laughed mischievously before returning to my hips and now hooking her claws into my underwear. Then, with a swift, quick moment, she tore at the fabric, ripping it apart and leaving me completely naked underneath her. I loved feeling so exposed and vulnerable with Jasmine, it always made me feel strangely safe and protected.
Slowly she began wrapping her hands around my length, making my toes curl and causing me to release a few involuntary moans. She then began rubbing her hands up and down my shaft systematically but awfully slowly and teasingly. She did this for a while, and I could tell she was enjoying the look of torture written all over my face.
"F-faster... please can you go a little faster Mistress?" I asked in a little pant.
"I don't think you deserve it." She uttered, now removing her hands completely leaving me frustrated and even more desperate. Next, she began leaving wet, warm kisses right along my stomach, and chest.
"You're teasing me!" I whined before I gasped at the feeling of her tongue against my sensitive nipple, making me arch my back, ever so slightly. Just this feeling of her skin against mine was absolutely euphoric and her teasing, just the tipping point of pure pleasure.
Soon, she removed her mouth from my nipple and instead brought it to my favourite soft spot, the crook of my neck where she'd once marked me. She began slowly sucking against the flesh and I'd begun panting and moaning loudly which seemed to excite her as she started biting at the skin as well. Slowly her hands began to move back down my body, between my legs and her fingers began caressing the tip of my length making it throb and pulse in painful desperation and I wondered how much longer I'd be able to take of her teasing before I completely lost it.
Now from the moment we'd gotten undressed, Jasmine had been in control. This, however changed the second her lips touched mine again and I realised that I was too far gone to take her teasing any longer. I needed her right this moment, and nothing was going to stop me from taking every inch of her.
With my lips still attached to hers, I gripped at her shoulders and flipped us around so that I was now on top of her, much to her surprise. She pulled away from our kiss and looked up at me confused. Her confusion, however, disappeared when I began tugging at her bra, removing it and then taking the rest of her underwear off of her body, leaving her completely naked underneath me.
"I'm sorry Mistress, I'm going to have to be a really bad boy tonight. I just don't have the patience to be-"
But I was cut off by her lips which hungrily claimed mine. It seemed I was not the only one being guided by my lust and desperation. Slowly I began tracing my fingers against her inner thighs and as I neared her hips, I began digging my fingers deeper into her flesh making her moan very loudly.
"Damon!" She yelled out desperately. She never ceased to underestimate my capabilities in bed, clearly.
Carefully, I began to part her legs and spread them open before adjusting myself and then lowering into her. The moment I entered inside of her, her back arched, she bit her lip and a distorted moan resonated from between her lips. I on the other hand, let out a low growl as I started to feel the absolutely decadent sensation of her wet, warm walls tightening around my shaft as I went deeper and deeper. I gripped tighter at her thighs and cried out in pleasure as I began pulling out and pushing in with slow, deep thrusts. I didn't know why, but today I really wanted to feel every single inch of her. I wanted to feel connected to her in the most intimate way possible. And so, I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me as I continued thrusting still slowly and still as deeply as I could. Her moans were soft and sweet, and I covered them up with a passionate kiss, allowing my tongue to explore the depths of her mouth.
Eventually, I found myself beginning to reach the delicate sensations of an orgasm, and so I parted from Jasmine's lips and looked down at her flushed face and into her heavily lidded red eyes.
"I love you," I whispered before I clutched onto her tighter and felt the intense ripples of one of the best orgasms I'd ever had, pulse through my body. Jasmine was not far behind and after a final thrust of her hips into mine, she clutched at me and moaned out lowly as she released as well.
"I love you too." She uttered breathlessly as she stared up at me. Her hand then made its way to my face, caressing my cheek and I gently placed my hand over hers. We were both soaking wet and panting heavily, but neither of us moved. The feeling of pleasure still lingered, and it was clear that neither of us wanted to part from it. And for a moment, just a moment, everything fell silent and nothing, but the beating of our hearts and the panting of our breathing could be heard in the room.
It was at that point that I wondered, with everything being so absolutely perfect, what could possibly go wrong?
A sweet little mature scene because some of us have been missing our fair share of Damon and Jasmine love!
Stay safe! Stay healthy! Sending my love!