Page 10 of Trick Me (Immortal Vices and Virtues: All Hallows’ Eve)

My heart stutters, and for a beat, I just kneel there, stunned by how badly I want him. Since when am I this girl? The kind who drops to her knees, breathless, begging, unhinged?

Apparently… since now.

Because I reach for him, fingers fumbling at the waistband of his pants. My hands are shaking from this need, wild and hungry and spiraling fast. I can’t stop touching him. I don’t want to stop.

He’s still standing over me, solid and massive and watching me like he’s trying not to lose his head. My hands yank at the zipper.

“I want all of you,” I breathe. “And I don’t want you in control. I want you wrecked.”

Who is this girl I’ve become?

My knees press into the ground as I stare up at him, the air thick with heat. There’s a war inside me. The part that seeks control and the one losing the battle for something darker. Wilder. Hungrier.

And Ash knows it.

He crouches beside me again, so close I can feel the warmth coming off him, and his mouth brushes my ear. “You want to be in control? Then don’t beg. Don’t tremble. Don’t look at me like I’m the only thing keeping you from coming undone. Show me your teeth, little wolf. Bite, scratch, take. Or?—”

His fingers curl around my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“Submit.”

The word cleaves me in half.

As he rises again, I breathe raggedly, watching him undo the button of his pants. I don’t think. I just move. I tug the fabric down, and his cock springs free. It’s thick, flushed, heavy with want, and I’m clenching my thighs with desperation.

My breath stutters. I blink once, twice. There’s no preparing for the sight of him. He’s large .

“Show me how much you need me,” he states, gaze heavy-lidded and full of fire.

I stare up at him through my lashes, defiant. “Oh, you think I won’t?”

I don’t even recognize the voice coming out of me. This isn’t who I was before. But then again, I wasn’t a wolf before either. I was never on my knees, mouth watering, body slick and trembling with need. He’s dragged something primal out of me, something raw and ravenous.

I purr, lips brushing the base of his shaft. “I’m going fuck your cock with my mouth.”

His fingers shudder as they slide into my hair.

I drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft, watching his eyes flutter closed and his jaw clench.

I slide my lips over his tip, taking my time to press my mouth down his shaft.

I claim him, slow but certain, tongue curling as I sink deeper, loving the way he shudders, the way all that Alpha dominance fractures at my touch.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hands hanging limp at his sides.

I pull back just far enough to speak, licking my lips. “Look at you,” I purr, tasting him. “I’ve barely started.”

His hands twitch, but he still doesn’t grab me. He lets me lead. Lets me take. And hell, the power of it sings through my blood like lightning.

I take him whole again, one slow inch at a time. He groans, chokes on it, and finally, finally, I feel him start to rock into my mouth, surrendering piece by piece. His hips flex. His hands find my hair, but there’s no force in them. Only reverence.

“You’re dangerous,” he pants, voice cracking. “Fucking deadly.”

I hum around him, sending a fresh wave of tension through his body.

His control is hanging on by a thread, and I’m the one holding the scissors.

I love that feeling. So I pump my mouth up and down his huge cock, pushing him past my throat, even if I’m tearing up.

The sensation to gag that I fight because I want to own him…

that sensation is engulfing me. To ensure he never forgets this moment.

He stiffens, his fingers tightening around my hair, his cock suddenly super hard, and then he bursts. Filling my mouth with cum.

He growls. “Fuck me!” His whole body jerks as I gulp down every last drop of him, working it down my throat. I let him feel it, the way I own this moment.

I keep sucking even after the last drop for a bit of teasing, which leaves me growling. I pull back and lick my lips, chin slick, pulse racing. I glance up at him, and this time, he looks hollowed out. Worshipful. Absolutely stunning.

“I never wanted you to stop,” I whisper, voice drowning with need .

He stares down at me, chest heaving like a man who just got devoured and fucking loved it.

I grind my slick thighs together, aching and unashamed. “I’ve never been so turned on before,” I admit with a raw throat.

He doesn’t respond right away. He just drops to his knees in front of me, eyes burning. “I think I’ve been yours since the first time you looked at me in the mansion like you could ruin me. And gods help me”—he cups my face, brushing his thumb over my swollen lips—“I want you to.”

“I never want to stop bringing you pleasure.” I have no idea if it’s me or the hunger inside of me talking, but I’m so lost to him.

Ash stares at me like he already knows.

“You were a good girl,” he murmurs. “Taking control like that. Making me beg with my body when I swore I never would.”

His mouth finds the shell of my ear, and I gasp as his lips brush it, sending a shiver down to the backs of my knees. “But now…” he whispers, “it’s my turn.”

He draws back just enough to meet my gaze. “Will you be mine?”

The words crack something open in me. The ache flares hotter, sharper, more desperate. The wolf inside me purrs for him. And yet some piece of me, a fierce, unbroken, sarcastic piece, still claws its way out.

I smirk up at him.

“You’re awfully polite for someone who keeps me naked in the woods.”

His grin is feral, low and dangerous, like it wants to swallow me whole. “Say it.”

I tilt my head. “Say what?”

“You know what,” he growls.

Help me, but I do. “Yes, Master.”

That grin turns lethal. “I fucking love that.”

Before I can catch another breath, he moves—swift and sure. He lifts me into his arms, lays me down on the jacket he’d spread earlier, and stretches out over me like he belongs there. Like I’m his.

“You don’t need control,” he breathes, kissing the center of my chest. “You need to be adored.”

He kneels between my thighs and pushes my legs up and open, high and wide, exposing everything. The cool air grazes my inner thighs, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in his gaze.

His hand slides down between my legs, and he groans.

“You’re gushing,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Drenched. Fucking perfect.”

Two fingers slide inside me without warning, slick sounds echoing as he pumps them deep, watching my face twist with pleasure. My hips rise to meet him, desperate for more, and I cry out, panting.

“You’re ready to be taken,” he growls. “So I will.”

The pressure disappears, and I moan at the loss. But then he’s there, his cock, heavy and rock solid once more, nudging against my entrance.

The stretch when he presses in is sharp and brutal and perfect. There’s no teasing. No slow slide. He sinks into me in one deep, claiming thrust, and my breath punches out of my lungs.

I clutch the jacket beneath me, body arching, needing more even as I reel from the fullness.

“Let me fuck that innocence from you,” he snarls.

“Master—don’t be gentle,” I gasp, grinding up to meet him, dizzy with need. “Please.”

He drives into me harder, deeper, and every inch of him rubs me in all the ways I didn’t know I craved. My thighs shake as he sets a punishing rhythm, and all I can do is take it.

“You were made for this,” he pants, voice harsh and trembling. “Tightest fucking body I’ve ever had.”

I groan, loud and wanton, completely lost. “I’m yours,” I whisper. “I’m so yours. I’ll never forgive you unless you fuck me so deep I forget my name.”

He chuckles. One hand grips my throat, not to choke, just to hold, and he leans closer, sweat dripping down his temples as he slams into me again.

“I want to ruin you,” he growls, dark and reverent. “I want to own every breath you take.”

“You do,” I choke out, body thrumming with pleasure. “Master, I want that too.”

I don’t know when the tears start falling. From overstimulation. From the release building too fast. From the way this man is dragging me to pieces and putting me back together with every thrust.

He fucks me harder, and I can’t stop the scream that tears from my throat. Slick is everywhere, dripping down my thighs, coating his cock. The sounds are obscene and relentless. My back arches, clenching, orgasm ripping through me so violently I swear I black out for a second.

He doesn’t stop.

“I’m on the draea charm pill,” I breathe, dazed.

His hips stutter. “I wasn’t going to pull out unless you really wanted me to.”

And then he groans, lowering his body flush against mine, pounding into me with a hunger that burns. His mouth finds my neck. “This is the start of everything we were meant to be.”

My body quakes beneath him, raw and soaked, and I feel myself spiraling again, clenching around him as he fucks me through it.

His lips graze my ear as he whispers, “I was sent here to find my mate.”

My breath catches.

“And I think I’ve just found her.”

My eyes widen, but then his hips jerk, and he growls, deep and broken, as he comes inside me. Pulse after pulse, thick and hot, filling me until I’m gasping from the sensation .

He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t move. Just holds me there, shaking, stretched, claimed.

“I want to carve my name into your soul, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “So you’ll never remember anything else but me.”

My whole body shudders. His words should worry me, except here I am swooning, holding on to him.

And when he finally pulls out of me, we collapse across his jacket. He wraps me in his arms like I’m something sacred. His lips find my cheek, then my temple.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he whispers. “How are you doing?”

“Never felt anything like this in my life.” I glance at him, smirking, and he steals a quick kiss.

My pulse is still too fast. My thoughts, too loud. I try to make sense of it all, not just the sex, though that’s its own entire spiral, but the shift, the wolf, and the man beside me who somehow took command of my body with a single look and made me want it.

His arm tightens around me as if he can feel me slipping away already. “I meant every word I said earlier.”

My breath catches again.

No one has ever spoken to me like that before. Like I’m not just a moment or a body, but something that matters.

And of course, it has to come from the man I barely know, the one I met after I’d just arrived at the party and a shift that nearly tore me apart.

I sit up, brushing pine needles from my thighs and pretending I’m not still buzzing from everything that just happened.

He watches me for a moment, something turning behind his eyes. “As I was saying earlier, before you bewitched me with your beauty and body, I think we switched abilities from a spell cast by that witch in the mansion. From the apple you threw at me.”

My brows rise, realizing how I haven’t had any ghostly visitors in a while.

I smile despite myself. “She said you were rude. That you needed a lesson.”

He huffs, muttering under his breath. “Fucking witches. Come on. Let’s go find her and get this fixed. And then…”

I narrow my eyes. “Then?”

“Then,” he repeats with a sly smile, “maybe we can take more time to get to know each other.”

“You want that?”

His gaze softens just enough to sting. “You don’t seem to listen when I say something, so I’ll say it again. I keep my word, and I want you. I think we’re connected by more than some enchantment or some lesson.”

My heart stutters.

I look away before I can do something reckless like fall for him twice in one night. “There’s just one issue,” I say, trying to sound casual. “The spell the witch gave me said my mate’s name starts with a C .”

He blinks once, then chuckles, a deep, low sound.

“What?”

He shifts to his feet and pulls something from the back pocket of his pants. A folded handkerchief. He crouches again in front of me, nudging my knees apart slightly. I tense.

“What are you?—”

He’s already wiping me clean. Gently. Quickly. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

No guy has ever done that.

Not one.

He finishes and stuffs the cloth into a pocket of his pants. Then he helps me to my feet before pulling his jacket on me and buttoning it up. It swallows me, long enough to cover me past mid-thigh. The fabric is warm from us lying on it, and it smells intoxicating like him… delicious.

I stare at him, stunned.

“Okay,” I mutter. “Who are you?”

He grins and leans in like he’s about to kiss me, but instead he whispers against my ear, “My real name is Cassius. But everyone calls me Ash.”

My mouth drops open .

He winks, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“No way.” I blink. “No. Freaking. Way.”

“Told you,” he says, standing and stretching. “You never listen.”

“Cassius,” I repeat, testing the sound.

He smirks.

“That’s just unfair,” I say. “You’re hot, mysterious, cursed, and prophecy-approved?”

“What can I say? I’m the whole damn package.”

I snort a laugh.

“And you’re glowing,” he says. “Which is impressive, considering you’ve got pine needles in your hair.”

I smack his arm, and he just chuckles. He pulls his pants up, zipping them up, then grabs his shirt. He dusts it off before putting it on.

In no time, we’re walking, laughter trailing behind us. The jacket shifts with every step I take, brushing my bare legs. The night feels beyond surreal, and I’m convinced I’m dreaming it all.

We move slowly, the distant pulse of party music threading through the trees. If I weren’t barefoot and half dressed, I could almost pretend we were just another couple sneaking off for some fun.

But the wolf is quiet in my mind now, lulled and watching.

Still, I can’t ignore the way the night hums around us .

A branch snaps ahead of us.

We stop.

From the shadows between the trees, two shapes step into view. Not drunk. Not playful.

They’re armed. Dressed in dark leathers. Faces mostly hidden.

One of them points directly at Ash.

“You fucker,” he growls. “There you are.”

Ash doesn’t flinch.

But I do.

Because I’m suddenly very aware that this night isn’t done screwing with us.