Chapter 13 - Lucy

When I saw Fiona and Rider arrive, I was so relieved I could have cried. The time alone in the house while Peter is outside has reminded me how peaceful my life was before any of this happened, and how much I want it back.

I can’t spend another night in here stuck with him, I just can’t!

Peter returns while I’m talking to Rider and Fiona. I do my best to ignore him. When Rider joins in playing with Caleb, I grab Fiona’s arm and usher her into the living room.

“Fi, I can’t do this,” I groan. “I can’t spend another night here with him.”

Fiona goes over to the book cabinet and pulls out the bottle of tequila that we kept hidden behind a stack of cookbooks. She gives me a little wink, reminding me how we’d stay up late sometimes doing shots and laughing about our problems until they seemed unimportant.

“I see you still keep it in the same place,” she says, grinning.

“I never bothered to move it.”

“Well, I think you could use a shot right now.”

Fiona reaches up to pull out the two glasses and pours us both a nip. I take it gratefully, slamming it down in one gulp. She pours us another, and we sit down on the couch together, just like the old days.

“It’s okay, Lucy,” she says, putting an arm around me.

“But how?” I ask, my voice cracking as I try not to cry. “He’s been an absolute beast—all day. He can’t say a single nice thing to me. I want to just go and lock myself in my room so I don’t have to talk to him, but I’ll never be able to relax knowing he’s out here, potentially trashing my house and waiting to make fun of me first thing in the morning.”

Fiona sighs, handing me the glass. I try to drink this one a little slower, but it disappears in a couple of gulps.

It’s not even helping. I feel worse, if anything.

“Lucy, I really don’t have any advice. My early days with Rider were nothing short of hell, but I knew, the whole time, that I loved him.”

“Well, it’s not like that for me,” I counter. “I can’t stand Peter! I’ve had enough. I just want my peaceful life back.”

“Then why did you do the spell?” Fiona asks, watching me with a serious expression. “You did the spell because you were desperate to make a change to your life. You got what you wanted.”

A sick sense of horror slowly creeps into my guts.

She’s right!

“Lucy, are you sure you’re being honest about your feelings? Maybe the spell worked perfectly, and you just need to accept that.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! The spell went wrong—it was just a stupid mistake. There’s no way Peter is my true love.”

Fiona shrugs, taking a sip from her drink. “There seems to be a lot of chemistry between you.”

“You don’t see what he’s like when we’re alone,” I say miserably. “He can’t say anything nice. I feel like he just criticizes everything I do.”

“I’m not making excuses for him or taking sides, but I know that he and Rider had a terrible time growing up. Maybe this really is the best he can do. You could help him learn some empathy and kindness.”

Frustration rises in me, but before I can retort, Rider comes through the door, holding Caleb in his arms. The little boy’s head is resting on Rider’s chest, his tiny fingers gripping the edge of his shirt.

“Time to get this little guy to bed,” he announces. “Sorry to break this up, girls.”

“No worries,” Fiona says, getting up to stroke Caleb’s hair and give him a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll talk to you in the morning, Lucy.”

“Sure,” I say, raising my glass in the air briefly before swallowing another shot. “Sounds good.”

Fiona leans over to hug me quickly, rubbing my back. “Just give him a chance,” she whispers in my ear. “Think about what your life would be like without him, and if you really want to go back to that.”

I nod, trying not to cry. “Okay. Thank you, Fiona.”

I listen to them leave, staring down at the floor while my mind spins in wild circles. I hear Peter’s footsteps in the hall and look up as he comes into the room. He’s still wearing the tight slacks and fitted shirt, but they’re a little smudged now from when he took them off to go for his run. The way his long red hair is tangled down the back of his neck makes him look like a creature born of the forest. Savage, free, and barely human.

“Mind if I have a shot?” he asks.

“Go ahead.”

He pours himself a generous splash, using Fiona’s glass. He downs it and pours another immediately.

“I guess we should talk,” he mutters.

“What is there to talk about?” I mumble, focusing on the warm, relaxing feeling of the tequila finally hitting me.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going crazy here. How long until your mentor can come?”

“Another few days at least. Maybe a week.”

“I don’t see how we can last until then.”

“I agree. But Peter, you could try to consider my home, my business, and my routine. You’ve done nothing but wreck my house and my job.”

“Excuse me?” he growls. “All I’ve done is try to help!”

“How is making a mess helping?” I reply, exasperated. “I tried to make you feel welcome, and I’ve admitted the situation is my fault. Why can’t you at least try to get along with me?”

“I have been!”

“That’s it!” I yell, standing up. “How does making snide little comments help this situation? You haven’t said one nice thing to me this whole time!”

“Why should I?” he asks, leaning in to glare into my eyes. “You trapped me here.”

“I apologized!”

“That doesn’t excuse anything.”

I clench my fists by my sides, shaking my head. That intensity is building in the air again, and I know I can’t fight it. The urge to kiss him is so strong, I feel like I’m being pulled towards his body. His lips are all I can see.

Is this the spell, or is it me? Is this real?

“Lucy,” he says, suddenly sounding desperate. It’s the way a person might sound if they were drowning, reaching desperately for a lifeline before they sank under the waves.

Fuck it!

I grab his shoulders and tug him closer, pressing my lips against his. He groans, a powerful shudder rippling through his body as he wraps his arms around me.

I press my hips against him, grabbing him around the waist so I can writhe against him. Peter’s hands run down my lower back, and he grabs my ass, squeezing so hard that I jump in his arms and let out a little yelp.

I’m suddenly very aware that I’m only wearing a long, loose dress. I’d just gotten out of the shower when Lucy and Rider arrived, so I threw something on, not bothering with underwear.

Peter’s hands roam across my waist and hips, breathing hard as he traces the places my panties should be. I pull back a little so I can look into his eyes. His face is so intense and serious, it almost scares me.

His lips part, and I see a hint of his sharp, white teeth. He looks hungry, and I don’t know if I’m more turned on than I ever have been in my life, or just terrified.

Peter kisses me again, his hands running down my arms to grab my wrists and hold my hands tight at my sides. I writhe against his hard body, tilting my head back and opening my mouth to let him tease my tongue. Closing my eyes, I focus on the intense feelings rushing through my body, my nipples hardening and the throbbing ache inside me that begs for his cock.

When he pulls away from me, his eyes look wild, shimmering the way an animal’s do when caught by a light in the dark. His hands loosen on my wrists, and I run my hands up his arms, trailing my fingers across his chest.

It feels like my hands are on fire as I touch him. My mind goes completely blank, and all I can focus on is his body under my fingers. When I reach the line of buttons, I let out a short grunt of frustration and grab the edges of the shirt, yanking on them so hard, it rips open. Buttons scatter wildly across the floor.

“I guess Rider isn’t getting this back,” he remarks.

I shake my head, running my hands across his bare chest. He stiffens, muscles going hard under my soft palms.

“Shut up,” I murmur.

A frown crosses his face, but swiftly disappears as I keep touching him. Slowly, he runs his hands down my back again, toying with my skirt, almost lifting it. When I look back up to his face, he’s wearing a satisfied grin that makes me want to slap him.

“You like that?” he asks, pulling up my skirt. “You want me, don’t you?”

I want to scream, shove him away, to slap his shoulders wildly and run from this room—run from him, from everything. Instead, I’m frozen, like prey, and I understand exactly how a rabbit feels when a wolf pounces on it.

“Yes,” my voice comes out in a wail. “I like it. Fuck me, please!”

“That’s a command I can obey without question,” he whispers, lowering his mouth to mine. His kiss is so hard, it bruises my lips, and I can feel his teeth as his tongue searches for mine.

I tear wildly at the shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. He shrugs it off, then immediately puts his hands back on me, squeezing my breasts and rubbing my nipples through the soft fabric. His fingers close on the neckline, and with a sharp tug, he tears the dress right down to my waist. My breasts bounce free.

Before I can react, he grabs my hips, bending me towards him. When his mouth finds my nipple, I grab the back of his head and shriek, writhing like I’ve touched a live wire.

Peter growls, a predatory sound that chills me to the bone and worsens the pounding between my legs. He grabs my thighs, lifting me a little before tossing me onto the couch. I gasp in surprise as I bounce a little on the cushions, but he pounces on me immediately and holds me down.

He attacks my breasts with his lips and tongue, licking long trails between both nipples and pausing to suck on each, very gently. The combination of soft and hard makes me go crazy, and I thrash under him, moaning as the burning inside me gets so intense that I can’t stand it.

While Peter runs his tongue around one nipple and slowly sucks it into his mouth, he reaches down and rubs my pussy firmly, teasing my clit and the lower lips. I’m so wet that his fingers slide around easily. I cry out, burying my head against his shoulder as he teases me.

“You really do like it,” he whispers against my ear, his breath tickling my neck. “You’re so fucking hot for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” I moan, clinging to him as my hips thrust against him. “I want you!”

“Good,” he growls, reaching down to open his pants. I hear the noise of the zipper and grab his shoulders, thrusting my hips at him. I’m so wet that as soon as I feel his hard cock pressing against me, he slides straight in, one sharp movement burying him deeply inside me.

He stays completely still, resting his forehead against my shoulder as he pants with excitement. I wrap my arms around him and dig my fingers into his back, thrashing and writhing against him. He waits for me to stop, then looks into my eyes and softly presses his mouth against mine.

The kiss is incredibly gentle. His lips knead at mine, and his tongue explores slowly into my mouth. I answer it with my own. Sensations collide inside me, and my pussy clenches hard around his cock, a massive orgasm rippling through me, making my nipples burn as goosebumps rush across my skin.

Then he tightens his arms around me, one clamped around my waist, the other tightly gripped around my shoulders. I’m completely pinned, trapped under him as he starts to thrust.

I cling to his back, my knees loosely around his waist as his movements become faster and more powerful. He rams me against the couch cushions, growling and groaning as his cock thickens deep inside me, pushing my limits with a pleasure so intense, it’s almost like pain.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, feeling the crest of another orgasm. For a moment, I’m caught at the top of that wave, my entire body in perfect stasis.

Peter tightens his grip on my body even more, thrusting harder and faster. I wrap myself around him, shrieking with joy as my pussy contracts around his hard cock. My body goes into convulsions as the pleasure roars through me, reaching every inch of my body, wrecking me and leaving me trembling and breathless.

Peter gives a few more long, deep thrusts, his cock getting thicker and harder with each one. Finally, he gives one extremely hard stab with his hips, hitting the end of me and triggering another orgasm as his cock shudders and blows as deep inside me as it can possibly go.

We cling to each other, trembling, sweating, and panting. I know all our problems are waiting not far away, and any minute now, they’ll be back to frustrate me. This moment will only make everything more complicated.

But right now, I don’t care. I just want to hold him and keep this perfect moment forever.