Page 86 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)

He lets go of the now sensitive bud, blowing on it, and the cool air hardens it to a point. Taking his time, he kisses his way over to my other breast, capturing that nipple in his mouth, and sucking.

“Loki…” I whimper, pulling his hair tighter. He chuckles at the action, the vibrations tickling over me.

“Yes, Lilly, my love?” he asks, and I can hear the self-satisfied smirk in his tone.

“Fuck me now, Loki,” I order him, desperate to feel him move inside me and fill me up until I'm a mindless mess.

“What's the magic word?” he teases, grinning as he pulls away from me, one perfect auburn brow raised.

“Please,” I growl. Fucking dickhead.

“Good girl,” he says approvingly. He takes a small foil packet out of his apron pocket, moves the garment aside, as he tears the packet with his teeth and rolls the condom on. Then he unties the apron and lifts it off, dropping it to the floor.

My breath comes sharply at the sight of him naked and erect. It never gets old, never ceases to amaze me, that this beautiful man is mine, and I can have him whenever I want.

He steps back into me, his cock brushing up against the inside of my thigh, and I shudder with anticipation. Using his fingers he moves the crotch of my silk knickers aside, rumbling out an appreciative growl at how wet he finds me.

“Look at you so slick and ready for me,” he hums out, lining up his pierced tip with my slick opening.

I let out a low moan when he starts to push forward, soon filling me completely. His hands gently push me down, until my back hits the cold marble countertop, my breath hissing out as my fevered skin makes contact with the frigid stone.

He drives into me, a bruising grip on my hips holding me in place as he thrusts his hips hard and fast. It’s like he can’t get enough of me. A feeling that I return wholeheartedly.

My arms come up overhead, trying and failing to find some purchase as he keeps up his relentless pace until I’m screaming my climax, my pussy quivering and fluttering around his hard cock.

He doesn’t slow down, if anything my orgasm spurs him on more, and I can see the sweat dripping down his chiselled abs as he works.

“Touch yourself, Lilly,” he orders, voice strained as he keeps relentlessly pounding into me.

My hand snakes down my body, and he falters slightly as his eyes track the movement. I start to rub circles around the bundle of nerves, sending zings of pleasure skittering all over my skin. His pace picks up even more, encouraging me to go faster, and I can feel another orgasm building.

“Loki, I’m so close,” I gasp out in a moan. “Come with me, Loki,” I beg, feeling the sparks of another release begin.

“Fuck!” he growls, then suddenly pulls out, whipping the condom off and shooting hot ropes of spunk all over my stomach and breasts. His withdrawal triggers my second mind shattering orgasm, as I scream his name, clawing at the countertop.

I lie there, my whole body liquid, panting, and my heart racing. I watch Loki as he walks over to the sink, switches on the tap, and gets out a clean cloth from underneath. He comes back to me and cleans me up, sighing as he wipes his seed off of my abdomen.

“You look so pretty covered in my cum,” he admires as he wipes it all off. He helps me off the counter, kissing me breathless. “Right, now let’s go shower, and we can get baking!” he orders, swatting my arse as I turn my back on him.

Arsehole , I chuckle as we head up the stairs.

W e spend the rest of the day making the Christmas cake. Loki even got me an apron to match his, only mine says, “My favourite boyfriend is a redhead.” The others are gonna go ape shit when they see it, which is probably why he got it for me. Bastard.

We leave the cake to cool, we’ll ice it in a few days after we’ve fed it copious amounts of alcohol. Usually, you do this over a number of weeks, but I’m sure this way it’ll taste just as good.

The next day, I tell Loki I really must go into town, as I’ve not bought a single gift yet, and Christmas is only a week away.

I know we won’t be seeing the others for a little while, as long as Jax is up for it, and I know they all have everything they could ever want, but I want to get them each a gift anyway.

We take Loki’s red Lamborghini and head into Brompton Lakes.

It’s another stunning day, although the temperature has dropped quite a bit now.

We’ve had a few bouts of snow over the past week, but nothing that has settled too much, although apparently, the mountains are more covered, and ski season is upon us.

We pull up and park in town, and I can’t help feeling a little nervous. I have literally no idea what to get any of them. I mean, they’re rich entitled brats that have pretty much everything they want stuff wise. What do you get boys who have everything?

I’ve made them a playlist on Spotify that has all of our songs on it. The songs that we’ve danced to, played to, made love to. I was going to add them to it so that they can listen to it whenever they like. But I want to get them something else, I just don't know what.

We get out, and I convince Loki to split up so that I can wander around, hoping that something genius comes to me as I gaze in shop windows. My uncle gives me a generous allowance, so I don’t need to worry too much about the cost.

I pass by a combat sports shop when like a lightning bolt, inspiration strikes.

Fucking perfect!

I emerge thirty minutes later, with four huge bags, containing four black gift boxes. Luckily, Loki sees me struggling up the street, and races to take them off me.

“What’s in the bags?” he asks curiously, starting to bring them up to his face.

“Good things come to those who wait, Loki,” I tease, lightly smacking his chest to discourage his investigation.

“But I hate waiting,” he whines like a small child, pouting, and I can't help but laugh at him.

“Oh, poor baby,” I coo, pinching his cheek. “Don’t worry, I have something extra for you for Christmas Eve.” I wink, and he perks up as we walk back to his car.

We're a few cars away when I spot Ash walking towards us, a scowl on his beautiful face. I smile wide and take a step to run up to him, when I stop, noticing the two people walking behind him. One of them I recognise instantly as Ash’s father, and my smile freezes as he meets my eyes, a feline grin tugging his lips up.

“Ah, Lilly Darling, what an unexpected pleasure,” he purrs in his dark voice, so much like Ash’s, and yet totally different. His is like the cold whisper of a crypt, there's no warmth or life in it.

Ash's head snaps up, something like panic rushing across his face before he schools it again into a blank expression. I hear the rustle of bags next to me, then feel Loki's warm hand firmly grip mine, tugging me closer to him.

“Julian,” he says, his voice almost a growl.

“Loki,” Julian nods, keeping his steel grey eyes locked on mine. I shudder at the attention, and I can't help but feel like I've caught the gaze of a predator.

What a fucking creep.

We stand there, the silence just this side of awkward.

“You must be Ash's mum,” I suddenly blurt, shifting my gaze to the dark haired woman next to Julian.

She's stunning, tall with raven hair, the colour of Ash’s.

“Pleased to meet you…” I trail off as she turns to look at me.

Her blue eyes are dull, vacant, and lifeless, like she's somewhere else entirely.

“This is my wife, Samantha,” Julian’s dulcet tones interject, before Ash’s mum, Samantha, can say a word.

I risk a glance at Ash, his brow is even more pinched, and he won't look at me at all.

“Well, we best get back,” Loki tells them, tugging my hand and stepping past their group.

“I'll see you soon, Ash,” I murmur gently as I pass him. I wish I could just kiss him, or grab his hand, anything to take that blank look away.

He looks up, and his eyes soften minutely as he gives a quick nod.

My gut churns as we start to walk away.

“Don't be a stranger, Lilly,” I hear Julian call out after us, and I can't repress the shiver that cascades through me, leaving me cold in its wake.