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Ambrosius could have easily snatched the bow back, and briefly thought of manifesting his extra limbs to subdue her. But there was something in her eyes—a confidence that had been lacking since he met her—that drew his attention. Slowly, Ambrosius positioned the cello next to his chair. He followed Gwen’s direction as she gestured to the bed and sat at the end. Ambrosius eyed the bow that Gwen once again aimed at his neck like it was a dagger.He wished it was.
“Ever since you came into my life, everything has beenfucked.Today my reflection moved on its own and it tried totalkto me. I’m honestly questioning my sanity, though I’m sure you're just jazzed about that, huh?” Gwen licked her bottom lip, little tongue gleaming in the soft candlelight.
“How a haunting manifests is dependent on the individual,” Ambrosius said. “I told you, all I did was give you a push into the unknown. How things play out is on—”
“If you are honestly feeding me some line about how all of this ismy fault,I will find a way to stab you with this thing,” Gwen threatened, pressing the end against his skin. “I’m not fucking happy about how this happened—”
“Obviously—”
“But,I’m willing to work with you, youfucking prick,if you would just—”
“You could have saved us a lot of trouble if you—”
“Shut up or I’ll make you, I swear—”
“You can certainly try, but I—”
Gwen tackled him to the bed, the bow clattering to the floor.
She wasn’t particularly strong, as Ambrosius had discovered from their previous encounters. Gwen pulled on his hair hard enough to hurt, but not enough to do serious damage. Yet, he fell back against the sheets easily, hands finding the small of her back as she furiously kissed him.
Ambrosius greedily ran his hands past the crochet skirt and to her thighs. She was hot, a flush dampening her skin. Gwen’s tongue pushed insistently into his mouth, sliding along his own with needy strokes. She gripped onto the lapel of his vest tightly and coiled against him.
This wasn’t slow, butrather desperate. Ambrosius could feel it in the way Gwen went easily under his hands. The way she gasped against his mouth as he slipped beneath her skirt to cup her ass, canting her hips down. There was no way she couldn’t feel his cock pressed against her entrance, separated by so few layers of clothing. Clothing Ambrosius could slice his way through if he so wanted. One of his fingers quickly became more claw-like, the tip sliding against Gwen’s skin before coming to—
“I spent an entire day making this outfit. If you cut it off, I’ll leave,” Gwen warned. “I’ll leave, and never come back.”
The threat sounded less convincing as Gwen rocked her hips down, causing Ambrosius’ jaw to drop as teasing pleasure spread. Ambrosius was never one to back down from a challenge, but his desire for her outweighed his need to go against her. They both wanted this, so Ambrosius’ claw became human once again.
“What would you—”
“I told you, you’re gonna stop talking,” Gwen said, pausing to nip at his neck. “I get to do the talking now.”
Her hands came down, undoing his belt and opening the front of his pants. Ambrosius bit his lip at the first touch of her hand as Gwen pulled him free. An unusual weakness, thisneedfor her touch. He watched her eyes dart toward his cock and when she gasped, Ambrosius searched her face in confusion.
“What?” He asked.
Was there something in his human form not to her liking? Or had he slipped into his more demonic form without notice?
“Nothing, it’s just…” Gwen licked her lips. “You’re a lot bigger than I was expecting.”
Ambrosius blinked, “What—”
“Daddy,” Gwen said with the familiar mocking tone and a squeeze to his cock. “What did I just say about you talking?”
Curse him for eternity, but Ambrosius groaned. Her hands were human and completely harmless, but his skin burned beneath her touch. Her corruption was as seductive as any siren’s call, stronger than any vampire enthrallment. Arousal grew with every little move of her delicate fingers, and curse her, he was foolishly weak to it.
“Good,” she said with a pleased sound. “As I was saying, I think I like being a monster … could enjoy it even. It feels better than being human. And I might even be open to working with you…”
All of it sounded like music to his ears. Ambrosius had only wanted a warlock to work with him, it wasn’t too much to ask. It also didn’t hurt that Gwen kept stroking his cock as she talked. Her thumb circled the crown with an ease that implied she was a more experienced lover.
The thought of others she had touched made something hungry and jealous grow wild inside. His hands moved and settled onto her hips, feeling the material of her skirt ride up. None of them mattered anymore. Gwen was here, her hot hands touchinghim.
“But I can’t just be some underling. I’m not going to playIgorto yourDr. Frankenstein. We have to come to some kind ofmutualagreement.”
This olive branch she was extending, in all honesty, sounded too human. Ambrosius didn’t need her compromise, he needed hercompliance. He needed her devotion, her utter submission and fealty. If he didn’t have that, then there was no way she would ever help him the way he truly needed her to.
“A warlock is made for one reason, my bittersweet. They exist entirely for their—”