"Is your father the reason you have those marks on your pretty little face?" Callan questioned while glancing over his shoulder to see them again.

I stopped covering the scars after I realized they were going to take a long while before they'd heal. Instead of constantly smearing makeup over them, I left them alone and let everyone see it.

"Yes. He was far more crazier than I could ever be," I whispered while watching myself in the reflection of the mirror inside my bedroom. My finger trailed over the cheek. "Well, he's the one dead now and I'm alive."

"Why do you want to meet his family?"

I turned away from the mirror and walked closer to Callan who I invited into my bedroom after we had reached the court. There was something lingering in my mind, itching me. My arms fell over his shoulders as I leaned in.

"I'm tired of the questions," I said in a low whisper. "Kiss me and maybe we can finish what was going to happen in the woods." My head rose, yearning for his mouth to meet with mine again. I didn't care much about my virginity. It never clicked in my mind when I wanted sex or when I didn't, not until all these years later when I had bewitched a man into lusting after me—accidentally.

He placed his hand on the back of my head, tugging some of my hair while his eyes darkened, "You want me to deflower you?" He asked, sounding a bit taken back by my request.

What did he expect?

"Have you not before?"

"Never a virgin," he responded, shaking his head in a bit of disappointment. "I wouldn't know how to control myself or rather the habits I have built."

"You don't have to—"

"You'll be limping by daylight. Don't burden yourself with something you can't take, little witch. Mercy doesn't belong in my glossary." He wrapped his hand around my face while inching closer to my mouth. His voice became husky and low like a melody to my ears. "And neither does fidelity. I won't be able to promise you myself."

"We'll see about that." I smiled, stiffly.

He watched the rush of emotions in my eyes and all the tricks of a witch. "Try as hard as you want. I'm no ones."

I gave my head a light nod while my stomach turned into knots. Slowly, he lowered his mouth onto mine. My lips parted. His teeth brushed against my lower ones, threatening a bite and maybe even a little bit of blood. But he didn't.

He slipped back and whispered, "Take off your clothes. I would but then they'd be torn."

His hand moved from my jaw and my fingers reached for the buttons of my shirt. I pulled it over my shoulders and then unbuttoned my pants slowly before letting them fall over my legs. My entire body tensed as he watched me, still only an inch away from me. I could feel the heat from his body engulfing mine, but as it was dark in my room, I couldn't see his hardness.

When I slipped my underwear off my legs and reached ahead to toss it over the couch, he grabbed it from my hands.

"I'll keep that, little witch." He bundled it all up and placed it inside its pocket. "Get on the bed and start playing with your pussy. It will be less of a trouble when you're dripping on my cock."

I moved to my bed near the wall and laid back down while he moved closer to me and removed his shirt. I bit back my gasp of surprise as his chest became bare to my eyes. There were muscles covering every inch of him, and I hadn't noticed it until now. Or maybe I did. He was big, and I began to wonder if something else was big too.

But I couldn't tell much as I had never seen a cock in my life, or even felt it.

Now, I was intrigued and hoped it would fit. Only my fingers and his had entered my sex. Nothing else.

I turned my eyes away from his and trailed them down to his body while my fingers reached below and settled over my throbbing clit. I sucked in a heavy breath and began to play with myself.

His hands grazed over my legs before he grabbed my thighs and pulled me forward to the edge of the bed. In a quick motion, he spread me wider and watched as I rubbed myself and prepared. He played with the insides of my thighs while letting me rub. My nerves became all tight and tensed at his touch.

What was it about him?

"Quicker, little witch. Finger and stretch yourself," he said while narrowing himself over me and placing his hand on either side of my head. His mouth lowered to my ear, my sensitive spot. His breaths and his whispers furthered the heat in my core, "Pretend you're all alone. Fuck yourself like no one's watching you, like you do every night."

My eyes fluttered shut and my head sank back into the bed as I began to pound my fingers in and out of my tightness. My walls expanded as I inserted another finger, hoping to take him next. I wondered how it would feel, his cock, replacing my fingers. Just the thought of it increased the pressure.

My feet brushed over the mattress and fell over the edge, just as I did.

He pulled my earlobe into his mouth, kissing it before burying his head further and placing a trail of wet kisses over my neck. I moaned loudly while my hips rose in the air. Wetness dripped onto my fingers, coating both of them. I slid in and out with ease, keeping the same pace until his hand came wrapping around mine.

My legs trembled as he forced my own fingers in and out of me at a quicker pace. The sounds of my wetness slamming against my skin echoed in the room along with the sounds that escaped my mouth.

"You're quite loud for a virgin," he whispered in my ear before lifting himself up and drawing his hands away from me. He began to unzip his pants. His hardness poked through the cloth and the pressure heightened in me. I pushed my fingers back in, filling myself up while my eyes lingered over him, watching as he let his cock free.

It was long, thick, and probing against the air. It wouldn't even fit. I knew it. It was the size of my wrist, veiny and thickening even more in his hand as he fisted it before moving himself between my legs.

I drew my fingers out as my heart raced. The shock of his size was going to take a moment to settle in.

"It won't fit, Callan." I breathed out.

His eyes, dark blue, landed over me and he smiled, "Oh, I'll make sure it does, little witch. Don't worry."

He placed his free hand over my inner thigh, rubbing it while I pulled my other leg to the side. My feet dangled from the edge of the bed. I forced myself to be at ease as he lowered his cock to my wet entrance. It should be enough.

I bit the inside of my cheek while my hands fell over my lower belly, waiting eagerly and desperately for the impact of his cock searing through my virginity. It wasn't planned and I was glad it wasn't. I didn't want to spend nights thinking about what it would feel like and if the pleasure was anywhere close to what I gave myself.

The tip of his cock ran against my slit, sliding my wetness all over my pussy and lapping against it. A shuddering breath left my throat and my clit throbbed.

He leaned a bit over me while wrapping his free hand over my breast and playing with it. After giving my nipple a tight pinch, he said, "As much as I want to fuck you like some worthless whore, I won't. If you're in pain, tell me. I'll stop." His eyes went back to my entrance before he let his spit drip from his mouth and onto my pussy. "All for you, little witch."

He rubbed his cock once more, down and up my folds till my insides were all wet and ready for his thickness. I gripped onto the flesh above my ass and kept my legs parted as he began to slip himself inside.

The very tip of his cock stretched my entrance and I grabbed onto the sheets as pain spread between my legs. It stung, terribly but as the seconds passed, the pain began to diminish and the feeling of fullness was better than I ever thought it would be.

"Fuck," Callan growled in my ear as forced more inches of himself inside me. "You're tighter than I thought you'd be."

My insides gripped around his thickness as he tried to pull himself back out slowly. Moisture continued to form. I traced my fingernails over his back while moaning into his chest loudly. He held my hair beneath my head while moving his hips back and forth. At a gentle pace, he fucked me.

"It feels so good, Callan." I moaned. My legs wrapped around his torso.

Pleasure replaced pain and I enjoyed it, way more than I thought I would. My fingers were nothing compared to his thickness expanding my walls and slamming against my g-spot at every soft thrust.

He groaned once more and his head fell over the mattress while his thrusts became even slower.

"Fuck. I can't hold it, little witch. You're fucking milking me," He whispered while pressing his mouth over my shoulder. "And the smell of your blood..."

His fingers dug into my waist, holding me tight. When he leaned back up, his eyes were bright red with both lust and hunger. He drew himself out entirely and found the blood on his cock. Fuck. His gaze met with mine and I shuddered at the monster I might have woken.

He lowered my body to his cock as if I was that light. His cock seared through my deflowered entrance and I gasped in surprise as the feeling of fullness returned. My head went back. He slammed into me, harder and harder with every thrust. Toes curled and screams filled the room.

I held onto his wrists as my core was set on fire. My insides convulsed and tightened around his shaft before I came. My legs trembled as the pleasure spilled. Every inch of me quivered in delight at the orgasm I had never experienced before.

"Fuck, Callan." I cried out.

My eyes went tight shut. He quickened and buried his cock back into my pussy, wanting to feel the sensations of my orgasm around himself.

Suddenly, Dion's face appeared in my mind along with the mark of the pentacle and then his cock, tearing through me.

Fuck no.

When my eyes struck open, Callan was still inside me, and there was more—his cum, pushed deep in.

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