Fiery Little Brat

Gideon

By the gods, this woman was going to be a pain in my ass. I had to choose one with such a fiery temper. Nevermind her temper, she was vengeful. Spiteful. She was absolutely diabolical. She was perfect.

The way she ripped his trachea straight from his throat was so masterful. The clean separation of his head from his body was going to be engraved in my memory forever. Oh, but the thing that got me the most, was watching her suck the soul from him. It made me hard just thinking about it.

If she could suck hard enough to pull someone’s soul out, it made me wonder how hard she could suck my cock. How well she could wring my seed from me.

I cleared my throat, shifting. This was not the place for me to be getting hard like this, but how could one resist? She was a goddess, ripe for the plucking.

“Sir, your insignia,” one of the auction staff said to me. He was trembling, the poor soul.

“I’m not binding her,” I snarled.

“Without binding her, you know our people will do as they please to her.” There was a warning tone in his voice. His eyes flickered to her sleeping figure.

I couldn’t stop the growl that escaped my throat. “They can try.” I glowered at him, daring him to try anything with the tiny beauty in my arms.

At first glance, I couldn’t stop my protective instinct towards her. She drew me in with her copper colored eyes. The anger and pain that seemed to swim in their depths had spoken to me. It was familiar.

“They will.” He smirked, pulling some paperwork from his desk. “Given that you’ve already provided the money for you purchase, we need a few documents signed for our records.”

“I know.” I knew their processes. He was doing my job.

I scanned through the documents, making sure there wasn’t anything that would legally bind me to give her back—not that there was an owner to return her to. I had no intention of giving the pale haired beauty back.

It occurred to me that I never actually read through the contracts at these auctions. I simply told these poor bastards where to sign and initial, and gave them their bill of sales.

After signing on all the dotted lines, and giving my initials in a few choice places, she was mine. Mine to do with as I so pleased. To breed. To enslave. To torutre or to murder. She was all mine.

“I still suggest you burn your insignia into her,” he mumbled under his breath.

“And I suggest that you hold your tongue before I cut it out,” I snapped. If there was one thing I hated, it was being told what to do.

I pulled her into me and I caught the faint scent of orchids in her pale hair. By the gods, I had never smelled anything so lovely. So delicately feminine. It matched her.

I looked down at her, brushing a bone-straight strand of hair from her face. Oh, how her skin was so soft, so creamy. It was a shade or two in contrast to her pale hair. Her button nose scrunched, and her heart-shaped lips pursed. She rolled further into me, and I got another whiff of her lovely scent.

I swallowed a groan and started towards the grounds exit.

“If you aren’t going to burn your insignia into her, at least mark her. Protect your property,” the man called out to me.

I had every intention of marking her, but not against her will. She had to want it, or else it wouldn’t mean a damn thing to either of us. It had to mean something.

Everything seemed to fade around me—us. What once was the auction grounds, was now growing woods. The smell of pines and evergreen filled my nose, a familiar scent. It brought comfort, almost as much as the dewy, cold air. It was crisp—enough to make the lungs hurt as you breathed in fresh air.

It had come to my attention that she was dressed in nothing but her underwear and bra. The nude fabric stuck to her skin, appearing as an extension of her flesh.

She should’ve been cold, yet the intense warmth of her body proved otherwise. It broke through the cold, and enveloped me. It was utter bliss.

I trekked onwards, winding around trees and fallen branches. Moonlight bled through the canopy top, grazing the forest floor with pale light. It was a sight to behold. Relaxing, and mystical.

I had to stop for a moment, resting my back against a tree trunk. Gods only knew why my home was so far of a hike. At least it was safe and secluded. At least when I finally got there, I would get to her down, and relax beside her.

Possible tasks came to mind. Would I have her cook first? Perhaps I would have her clean—in nothing. Even better, I would have her tend to me.

I’d have her on my bed, on all four. Her pale locks would be wrapped around my fist, and her lips would glide up and down my cock. Her mouth would be full, and so would her throat. Her eyes would be filled with tears, drool sliding down her chin and neck. She would take my loads, one after another.

I must have zoned out hard.

She was hovering above me. Her hand was wrapped around my throat, squeezing hard. Those lovely wings were stretched out, flapping. Her copper orbs were glowing, a gold hue pulsating beneath. She growled at him, the sound was absolutely carnal. There was a darkness about her, and it was hypnotic.

She squeezed, and the gold appeared to completely consume her copper irises. She flashed a pair of sharp fangs at me. For fuck’s sake! She looked every bit angelic as she did psychotic. She was a beautiful balance, and it was enough to keep me on edge.

“What do you want with me?” Her voice demanded my attention. “Huh?” She cocked a pale brow at me, looking me up and down.

“I want you.” I tried to pry her fingers from my throat, but her grip was like a bear trap.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Please.” She slammed me against the tree, releasing me.

I coughed. “Fuck me.” I rubbed at my neck.

“Perhaps. If you behave.” She smirked. I watched her little pink tongue flick out across her lips. Tracing them.

This woman was beyond entrancing. Worst of all, she knew it. She knew exactly what she was doing, there was no explanation. She knew how to get into a man’s mind—or at least mine.

I chuckled at her response. “You’re cute.”

Her eyes narrowed to two thin slits. “Cute?” She closed the distance between us. Her orchid scent enveloped me. “Cuteness doesn’t give men hard-ons when they look at me.” She leaned into my ear. Her hand flew to my cock, stroking it. “Cuteness wouldn’t have your pre-come waiting at your head, yearning for my tongue to lap at it.” She ceased all contact, and suddenly my body was screaming for her touch. “I’m hot. Get it right.”

I met her deadly glance. “No, you’re mine.” I spun us both, pinning her between me and the tree. “I own you, baby girl,” I whispered against her lips.

“No one owns me.” She seemed to soften against the tree trunk.

“I do. Paid for you, and signed the documents.” I tried to level her with a gaze, but she stood tall. Immobile.

“Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly.

“Woman,” I growled at her.

“Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

“Ansley,” I repeated as I snaked an arm around her waist. “You’re mine. I own you, baby girl.” My free hand wrapped around her throat.

She peered up at me through a thick shield of pale lashes, and smiled. Fuck! This woman was going to be the death of me. “Prove it,” she teased.