Blackwater (24 page)

He looks up at me through his thick lashes, and grins. I'm shaking with need. His face splits into a huge smile. He maintains the eye lock and lowers his face onto my breast. His warm mouth covers my nipple completely, sucking and nibbling. I'm about to get lost in the pull of it when his fingers dip below my waistband. He slides a finger between my lips, seeking out the moisture. He drags it up and down my slit, brushing against my sweet spots as if accidentally. He only brushes my clit lightly before sliding back down again. I'm ready to scream when his finger finds my entrance.

He slides one finger in slowly. My nipple is cold when I realize he is kissing his way down my abdomen. His finger leaves me and my panties are ripped down. He spreads my legs and buries his face in between my thighs.

He sucks my clit and slides a finger back inside. I cry out and jolt upright. His finger moves faster than before. His flicking tongue and pumping finger, start making a twisting feeling in my belly. My body starts to clench. He pushes me back on the bed and grabs my nipple. He rolls it between his fingers and I lose it.

He sucks and flicks me until the waves and spasms are too much. My hands fly at him, holding in place as I convulse against him. I'm twitching and shaking and confused. I've given myself orgasms before, in fact Murray Daniels gave me one when we were fourteen but this…this was different. I'm still clenching his finger when I feel his body slide over mine. His finger is replaced with his hardness. He slides the head in and whispers to me, "This might hurt a bit again." I nod but honestly couldn’t care less. I want him inside of me. He bends his face over mine and sucks my bottom lip as he pushes in. The difference between his finger and his erection is considerable. Even with the moisture from my orgasm it's a tight squeeze.

He moans into my mouth, "You are all mine forever. Say it, Lorelei."

I nod, I still don’t know what's happening. I wrap my legs around him and mutter, "I'm yours forever."

His thrusts are gentle and slow as his tongue slides in and out of my mouth, caressing mine.

His hands are everywhere, squeezing my ass cheeks and cupping my breasts and lifting me up to arch my back better. His thrusts have become pumping, making me writhe in the sheets.

"Do you love me, Lorelei?" he asks in my ear as our bodies are gliding against each other.

I nod, biting my lips and trying to press back against him, "I do."

"Say it."

I swallow and whisper, "I love you, Whit."

He nibbles my ear and kisses my neck but I'm lost in the buildup happening between my legs.

He pulls out as I feel my orgasm starting build. I open my eyes. He grabs my arm and rolls me on my belly. I push up with my arms, "What are you doing?"

He spreads my legs and enters me roughly. He grabs my hips and pulls back, "I want to watch your ass. You have a beautiful ass." He kneads my cheeks and slams into me. I cry out into the bedding. He pulls out and enters me again, plunging in and out. I get dizzy as a million feelings and emotions cram into a single moment.

His body is ramming mine and I'm loving it. He controls the motions and me. He chooses how it feels. He grips my ass like he's trying to take some of it home with him. I push my butt back into him, trying to take back some of the control but he lifts my hips more, taking me.

His hands slide around front and cup my breasts. He rolls my nipples and slams me until I can't see straight. He's taking me close and stopped so many times when I do orgasm it's so intense I can feel myself twitching and jerking. I lose my arms strength and flop onto the bed.

"Not yet." He says and lifts me back up. He's pounding and groping me harder and harder. He holds me tight to him as his orgasm does the same to him. His body jerks against mine. We flop onto the bed, moaning and breathing frantically.

"You are mine." He kisses the back of my neck. "All mine."

I don’t want to argue. I can't talk anyway.

He's wrapped around me completely. We've slept through the sunshine. I can see the glow of the sunset in the tiny crack of light between the wall and the thick curtains.

I can feel a variety of things I want to wash off all over me. I lift his thick arm and slide out from under him. I tiptoe to the ensuite and close the door. My reflection greets me. My dirty blonde hair is everywhere and my gray-blue eyes look sparkly in a way they have never before. I lean in closer as a face appears in the mirror. I jump back when I see Maria.

She puts a finger to her lips and whispers, "
You in danger."

I shake my head, "How? I'm already dead."

She looks around the bathroom, "
She knows you got magic now. She gonna try to take it. You gotta go see Momma Holt."

I nod and shudder; she looks creepy in the mirror like that. My reflection and hers blend. It's remarkable how much we actually look alike, except the hair. My hair is dark blonde and hers is light, like my momma's.

I never realized I looked like my momma before. It makes me sad and breaks my heart a little.

"Maria, was she mean to you?" I ask and look at my reflection, even dead I can still see the places she convinced me weren’t perfect. Too wide of hips, too thick of thighs, too large of breasts.

Maria shakes her ghostly head,
"No. She weren’t mean to me. She made me stay inside. She never let me be around them other swamp folk and she always took the beating from Daddy. She weren’t mean until the day I woke up and I was in her tired body. It felt different, dirty. Daddy comes in the house and start smacking me around, thinking I was her. He done bad things to me. I didn’t know what was what. She came to me after and told me she was gonna free me. She was gonna save me. I let her do it. I let her cut my wrists and drain the blood out. I just wanted to be free of it."

I feel sick but I can't risk her getting emotional here. She'll poltergeist and destroy this house.

"I gots real tired and I fell asleep. When I woke I was in Blackwater and that mean old man, he was there. He tried to swing at me but I vanished. I stayed a ghost till he done died. I go back now; I stay with Momma Holt sometimes. I can be real there. Only in the bayou though. Everywhere else I look like this."

I nod, "I'm going to get her. I'm going to kill her."

Her eyes flare with sparks of something, "
You need Momma Holt to help you. But you need to hurry. I been watching her. She up to something."

I nod, "Okay. Thanks Auntie."

She smiles, "
You my kin. You shoulda been my babies. She never deserved y'all."

The cold air leaves and I think she's gone. I trace my finger down the frosty mirror.

In the frost I can see my reflection. I am alone in the mirror.

I turn on the lights and the shower. When it's hot, I climb in and lean against the wall. I don’t know what to do about anything. I lather my body with the soap and wash my hair. He doesn’t have conditioner. I grimace, "Yikes." That’s gonna be interesting later.

I stand under the spray and let the hot water rinse me free of the millions of feelings burdening me. I don’t even hear when the shower door is opened. I just lean against the wall and let the hot water spray down on me.

His warmth wraps around me. He kisses my neck and back.

"Good evening."

I look back at him and smile, it's weak. He looks troubled when he sees it.

"What happened?" he asks suspiciously.

I shake my head, "I need to go see Grandmamma. She has shit she needs to tell me about. Ways to stop my momma."

He looks confused, "She can live her life and you live yours. When Luke finishes the repairs to the house and you have the Emily problem sorted out, I want to go home. I want you to come with me."

I feel my face tensing, "No. Maria thinks she's plotting something. Besides, I left once. I can't leave again."

He shakes his head, "We can't decide this today anyway."

I feel my walls coming up, "We aren’t a we. I told you, when Em's happy. We shouldn’t have done this."

He towers over me, pinning me against the cold tiles. "We are a we." His eyes look fierce, "You are mine."

I shake my head, "Not yet."

He leans in and kisses my neck. His huge hands cup my breasts, massaging them under the warm water. His body against mine is intense and intimidating. He's huge in the small shower. He drops to a knee and spreads my legs slightly.

I gasp as he plants a soft kiss against my lips. He parts them with his fingers and licks the length of me. My eyes close as my head tilts back.

His tongue flicks as a finger slides inside of me. I moan, feeling my legs start to weaken. His fingers pump roughly as his mouth trails down to my thigh. His fangs sink into my thigh. Sounds I don’t recognize leave my mouth. His fingers and fangs bring me to orgasm.

"Say you wish to be mine forever," he whispers.

My hands are gripping his hair. I mutter it out, "I wish to be yours, oh god, forever."

He speeds the rhythm up, as I'm orgasming and he sucks my clit again. My legs collapse but he scoops me up into his arms.

I open my eyes and shake my head, "You have to stop this. You're making me crazy."

He grins, "I can't. I've waited so long. I wanted to do this to you for so long."

My legs wrap around his waist. He buries himself inside of me. He rams me against the shower wall opposite the water.

I shudder and melt into him as he fucks me against the tiles and kisses my neck. I bite into his shoulder and suck his blood from him. He does the same and we come at the same moment in a messy series of bucking thrusts and whimpers.

I'm exhausted and spent. He lowers me to my feet.

"I will never get tired of this."

I laugh. I don’t want to be mean but I'm tired of it. I have too many things taking precedence in my brain.

I rinse off and climb out of the shower. I need to be away from him. He's clouding my brain and taking up all the energy and emotions, just like I knew he would. I knew he would become everything.

I wrap in a towel and stalk out to get my clothes. I abandon the underwear and destroyed bra and slip on my pants and shirt.

"You're leaving?" He comes out after and I nod.

"Why?" He looks pissed.

I shake my head. "You're taking it all up like before. I made everything about you and missed out on the fact my friend was dead and my other friend was raped and my sister was being poisoned with magic. I let you become everything, Whit. Everyone I loved lost everything."

He looks hurt, "You love me, why shouldn’t we be important to each other?"

I cover my eyes with my hands, "Baby, you're not a normal man, this isn’t a normal love. It's all consuming. I don’t even know if I love you or am sucked into your juju." I sigh and look at him, "I need to help my family and stop my momma and fix the shit I ruined." I walk for the door but he takes a huge step and stops me from leaving.

He looks down on me with his dark brooding eyes, "Let me come with you."

I swallow and try not to look at him, "No."

His eyes pull me in, "Let me come with you."

I nod, "Okay." I know I'm fighting him but it's not working. He's winning. I shake my head and force my brain to snap out of it, "No. No." I shove him back and open the door, "Don't do that to me. You can't force me into things. That’s wrong."

I stalk down the hallway and down the stairs. I leave the house and break into a run. I don’t even know where I am. I run until I'm sure I'm rid of him. I walk up to a truck parked in a driveway and open the door. I pull down the visor and catch the keys. I smile and start the truck. I put it in reverse and drive fast for the bayou.

Grandmamma is standing with the door open when I arrive. She looks at me once before turning and walking back inside, leaving the door open.

I hop out and run for the door.

Ramón is there, standing at the table. I smile when I see him but he doesn’t smile back.

"What's wrong?" I ask, closing the door and sitting on the tiny chair in the corner.

Grandmamma shakes her head, "She gonna try to take you magic."

I frown, "What?"

Ramón's eyes are filled with emotions, "We never got to explain everything last time. Yo momma, she gonna try to take your magic. If she murders you, she gets the magic. Witches can steal the power from other witches."

The uneasy feeling in my stomach is making me sick, "So, she took Maria's?"

They shake their head, looking exactly the same doing it. Grandmamma lights a sage stick and starts burning it, "No Cheri. You can't no take power from a witch dat you steal da body from. She no gets power from Emily or Maria. She can't no take power dat ain't been claimed either."

"I never claimed my powers, I don’t think I did." I feel like the bad news is still hovering in the air around us.

Ramón shakes his head, "You didn’t. But that means if you don’t, you can't help Emily or Maria none."

I lick my lips, "If I claim the powers then I can save them but she might also be able to steal them from me? If I don’t, Emily and Maria are stuck, trapped in the mansion and the bayou forever as ghosts. And I won't be able to help Angie?"