I shrugged, “Talk to me, Amber.”

  She hissed, “You arrogant asshole. You have some nerve laying out your perverted male fantasies as fact. You are so arrogant and deluded that I don’t even know what to say.”

  I snorted, interrupting her, “Then tell me, Amber. Have you dreamed of me the last two nights? Thought of me? Wondered what it might be like to surrender to the desires and needs you feel. Surrender it all to me and let me take care of you, guide you, and yes, own your body. If you can honestly say no, I’ll stop talking and go inside, but the real reason you’re so angry is because my words, even my arrogance, is hitting all the right notes inside of you. And you hate it.

  “I also know it’s not easy, not something you can just flip a switch on. But while you struggle with it you can’t be the way you’ve been. You can’t take it out on all of us. You can’t judge Lily and June for accepting what you want but can’t accept for yourself yet. I am who I am, without apology or remorse, they are mine, but I am also theirs. Always. And yes, I know how arrogant my earlier words were, I’m trying to shock you into thinking, instead of just reacting with the bullshit that’s been drilled into your head. I’m trying to make you feel that truth.”

  I wasn’t even sure if she was capable of hearing or understanding what I was saying. If she was so lost in it that no amount of proof or facts, even her own desires, could break through it. I was also arguing for her sake. Not for a sexpot sheathing my cock, but for her sanity, her happiness, and her life. Even as I was kind of disgusted with her, she was still mine to take care of and guide.

  The closest analogy I could think of was a parent with their child. Not that, obviously, but a child could do no wrong that a parent wouldn’t eventually forgive, and a loving parent never gave up on their child. We were bonded through our power and mantels, and even as this ugly person she was still mine. I didn’t want her to go through life miserable, hating herself. It sounded like hell.

  There was no point telling her that part of things though, she’d never believe it. Not now, anyway.

  She said angrily, “I’ll never be yours. I won’t let this control me.”

  I winked confidently, and I said as arrogantly as possible as I stepped closer, “But you ache to be. Don’t you? Desire to be drilled by me, long to be claimed by me. Admit it, you’re wet for me right now. You might hate me, but your body is already mine, isn’t it?”

  I wasn’t quite in her personal space, but I was right on the edge of it at that point.

  Maybe I was shallow, because all my arrogant statements and talking about it had me really wanting to do it. I suspected she really was wet, and she’d had an equal effect on my body despite her angry stance. I wanted to pound her into submission with my driving cock. As much as she disgusted me, or rather her hateful actions did, I kind of did want her by that time in the conversation. I wanted her sexpot body warming my cock, and to watch those huge D cups bouncing wildly for me as I plowed her into submission. I wanted her to be my breathless and adoring sexpot, what she should’ve always been. I wanted to turn that hateful anger in her hazel eyes into addled-pleasure and submission. That also didn’t mean all my other intentions and points weren’t true too.

  Of course, I’d never do it, force her I mean. Rape wasn’t my style. If it was, I’d have solved this days ago with Influence. It wouldn’t take me long to deprogram the toxic beliefs pounded into her, but that would be a rape too, of the mind. This was her fight, all I could do was try to guide her.

  I knew the best way to change someone’s mind was an emotional argument, which is why I was being such an inflammatory and arrogant jackass. A logical argument would never work on her, that much I was sure of. These efforts would probably fail too.

  “You utter asshole,” she yelled.

  I chuckled low, and said salaciously, “I’ll take that as a yes, since you didn’t deny it. I bet you’re dripping for my cock.”

  Her eyes went wide in outrage, and she hit me in the chest, twice, before I grabbed her arm with a chuckle, then the other one.

  “You dick.”

  I winked, chuckled, and then let her go as she twisted away from me, giving her a sharp swat before she got out of range. Not too hard, but in response to her punches.

  Then she lunged at me, and I thought for a second that she was going to strangle me, but her hands went behind my neck, not around it, and she pulled me down as she kissed me angrily. Her lips hot on mine, her breath and taste divine, as she devoured my lips angrily. It was a hateful kiss, but it was also a hot kiss.

  I returned it with equal ardor, her gasp of lustful anger turned me on beyond belief, when I grabbed her juicily bubbled ass firmly and ground my cock against her possessively.

  She bit my lip, hard, then stepped back with a hateful smirk, but her breath was shallow, and she was also taking her pants off.

  I pushed mine down as well, kicking of my shoes and stepping out of them, and she was looking hotly at my eight in cock when I stepped into her and tore her shirt over her head, then unsnapped her bra to let her tits out. Gods, they were gloriously firm and supple, proud heart shaped D cups on her petite body at five foot three.

  I gripped, squeezed, and then pinched her nipple hard as I grabbed her hair and kissed her possessively, angrily. And I was, angry as she was, pissed at her for being such a bitch, but I was also completely lost in lust. Lust for her body, lust to possess her and finally make her mine. I didn’t know why she kissed me in her anger, and I didn’t care. All I cared about was fucking her hard and making her mine.

  I think we were both insane in that moment.

  She yelled, “Asshole,” as I swept her legs and lowered her to the grass, mounting her firmly, and then she was kissing me again, deeply, angrily, and desperately.

  “Sexpot,” I said as arrogantly and possessively as possible, in a way that I knew would piss her off, even as I speared her sex with my cock. I hadn’t even checked, because I already knew she was soaked for me.

  She hissed in discomfort, as her labia parted and her silken sheath took me in, and I started to harshly squeeze, pinch, roll, and twist her nipples as I pounded my way inside of her. She really seemed to enjoy it, even as she glared with bitter hatred into my eyes, they were filling with a fog of pleasure, lust, and a euphoric mix of pain and pleasure. So like Lily, she liked rough tit play, not that I cared in the moment, as I finished drilling my way into her tight grasping paradise.

  Her hot cunt was clenching so hard around me, milking me hard, and she wasn’t idle. Even as her hate filled eyes glazed over in pleasure, she was bucking up against me desperately, as hot and needy as I was to have my eight-inch fat cock buried in the depths of her wicked sexpot body.

  “Asshole,” she said breathily, “I fucking hate you.”

  I grinned arrogantly, not because I thought what she said was amusing or funny, but because I knew it would piss her off.

  I growled, “Bitch, my sexpot,” then started to pound her with everything I had, slamming down into her, but the sexpot was no stranger to a rough tumble, and her eyes narrowed as she started to slam up into me just as hard.

  Her legs wrapped around my middle like a vise to give her even more leverage, and she started to roll her hips powerfully. She was even clenching around me, squeezing, her body working for my pleasure even while her eyes spewed hatred up at mine. It was intense.

  I’d never had a hating grudge fuck before, and it was wild, so much passion, and such a thin line between love and hate, and I felt overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure radiating into me, mixing with the anger, thrill, and possessiveness. She may have been a manhater, but she knew how to fuck.

  Her eyes widened further, glazing over, and she accused, “You’re an asshole!” then she howled and came apart wildly around my pounding cock.

  I was driving into her punishingly. Literally, trying to fuck her into submission, which was probably a little insane, as I glared down at her bucking, writhing, and trembling body as she came so hard for me. Splintered apart around my cock, milking me with convulsions and rippling waves of bliss as I pounded her through it.

  “Sexpot,” I growled, deciding that’s what I was going to call her from now on. That was her pet name, my first thought and the one that had pissed her off so much.

  Her eyes narrowed in disgust, and then widened again as she was catching her breath, “Oh my god, you utter piece of shit asshole!”

  Then she was cumming for me again, squirming wildly and bucking against me. It was too good, too intense to power through two potent orgasms in a row. I wondered if she’d be calling me an asshole every single time that I made her cum for me.

  I accused angrily, “Sexpot,” then grunted deeply, as I started to unload in her. Pounding down into her two more times with angry possessive authority, as I pinched, pulled, and twisted her nipple punishingly, which only made her cry out in ecstasy harder.

  It was so weird, and a thrill of sorts, if a dark one, to glare at each other so vulnerably, while she came for me and I filled her sex. It was wrong, and so hot, as our lust and anger drained.

  She glared up at me, daring me to kiss her or try to cuddle, and of course I took the avenue of wisdom, pulled out, and rolled off of her.

  “So, where does this leave us?”

  She snorted, “You are such an asshole, Mark.”

  “I get that. So, did you want to move back in?”

  She sighed, “Am I welcome?”

  I said, “There would be rules. You can be a bitch to me if you want, until you work it out, but you will be polite to everyone else, and treat them and their choices with respect. You will also apologize to Brenna. If you can do all that, and convince them to let you, then yes. It’s fine with me, but we won’t have you ruining our day every time you come into a room either, and try not to insult me in front of the others.”

  She snorted, “So, it’s up to them?”

  “Yes, sexpot. I already told you, it was their choice that had you thrown out. I’ll admit I brought up the option and vote, because of what you did to Brenna, but they decided.”

  She sighed, “Asshole. I’ll think about it and do my best to avoid burning down more bridges. I just… I look at them and I see what disgusts me about myself, and it pisses me off.”

  I waved, “That’s fine too, and if you feel itchy, come fight and fuck with me.”

  She snorted, “You wish.”

  I grinned at her, an honest grin, “I really do. That was hot. You know you want to.”

  She blushed at that last, so she really did want that, “Asshole. And my name’s Amber. Not sexpot.”

  I snorted, “I might remember that, if you can remember my name isn’t asshole, sexpot. But that’s officially your new pet name, so maybe not. Admit it, you love it that I want your body, and that you’re my sexpot. It makes you all tingly inside,” I said the last two sentences of that with a teasing tone.

  She stood up with a violent blushing snort, grabbed her clothes, then shook her head, “I hate you.”

  I almost wished I could say the same. It helped not to take it personally, she really didn’t hate me, she just hated that she needed and wanted me. I also thought it was likely a part of her liked being called sexpot. At least, by me.

  “And need me.”

  She snorted in derision, then with an armful of clothes, teleported away.

  When I went inside, I opened my mouth, but June held up a hand.

  June said, “No need, we watched all of it and heard every word. I’ll give her a chance, if she comes around far enough to offer a true apology and shows regret. That’s all I can promise. I get it, sir. You feel the need to guide her and take care of her, like you do us, because you’re not rejecting your mantel. I’ll… do my best, but only if her best is good enough.”

  Brenna nodded, “I’ll forgive her, if she means it.”

  Lily shrugged, “I’m onboard, but she was smart to leave, if she can’t help poisoning the well. I think you did the right thing.”

  “How so?”

  Lily said, “Being deliciously commanding always hits us hard, it brought out the part she’s trying to bury. That’s why she jumped you. Don’t show her your sweet gooey side again until she surrenders, or she’ll backslide further. Tame her first, then woo her.”

  “I’ll take that advice, gorgeous.”

  I pulled June against me and hugged her, and she sighed and melted against me, all the tension running out of her all at once.

  “I’ll soften your displeasure later. It’ll be my mouth’s pleasure to make you squirm and scream, sexy.”

  She giggled, “Yes, sir. I look forward to it.”

  I let her go reluctantly, and we got back to our interrupted dinner.

  I wasn’t sure how it would work out, because it was entirely up to Amber.

  Chapter Twelve

  The vampire’s mansion burned merrily at five in the evening, tomorrow. I stared at it in disbelief, as well as three more guys who quickly jumped into a car this time, and they drove away like a bat out of hell. It was just a dream vision of course, and it wouldn’t actually happen for another fourteen hours or so. I was currently snoozing snuggled between June and Brenna, while Lily was snuggled into Lily’s back.

  My witch usually retired to her room after our four-way romps, but that night she’d fallen asleep at the end snuggled into my side, and none of us had wanted to or had the heart to wake her up. My witch was almost painfully beautiful when asleep, her face fully relaxed, and her supple body pasted against mine.

  I shook my head. Last night when I’d seen it, I’d just assumed they were the bigots they appeared to be and that was it. Just violent racists burning the evil vampires. And they were that, but apparently they were more. It was just too much of a coincidence.

  Regardless, last night I hadn’t done any research past very basic info, tonight I’d have to do more.

  That night I did enough research to discover there was a whole hate group behind it right here in Chicago. One that professed they were peaceful protestors trying to enlighten the world about the evils of the supernatural races, and that humans needed to be put first. They called themselves Humanity First.

  Obviously, the Chicago chapter of this peaceful hate group had been infected with violent agitators.

  I snorted.

  So I did the research on the three new men involved, but also the leadership team of the local chapter which was two women and a man. They had somewhere around forty members, but I figured that was good enough. We needed to take down the three new thugs and go after the leadership. The FBI could trace and track down the rest if they wanted, but I figured the whole group would disperse if six members and the leadership were jailed in a twenty-seven-hour period.

  I flinched, and there was nothing else to see, so I woke up.

  June and Lilly giggled naughtily as they kissed my neck, my witch was gone so had probably woken up on her own and moved. I wondered what my goddesses were up to, and I didn’t have long to figure it out. The first words made it obvious this was another seduction skit.

  Lilly said doubtfully, “Men don’t like that sort of thing, I’m sure he’d think it was gross.”

  June sighed mournfully, “You think? I mean, I think it would be so hot to be split roasted. I mean, having him fuck my face while you plow me with a strap-on. Are you sure he’d be disgusted? Each time he slammed into my throat he’d be fucking me back against you too. I’m so hot just thinking about it, being helplessly pinned between a hard cock and toy, unable to escape while they violate my body. Thrusting, deep inside me, I’d cum so hard for it. Yes, please.”

  I was already hard, but they were pretending not to notice.

  Lily said faux doubtfully, “I don’t know, we can ask him when he wakes up, I guess? I’m kind of hot thinking about it too, and I know Brenna liked the idea. Maybe both you and Brenna can take me at either end with a strap-on, I mean, if he doesn’t want to.”

  June giggled, “That could be fun. Oh I know, maybe if we tell him he can cover us both in his cum, when he’s ready to blow, he’ll do it. He seems to like that, a lot more than I thought he would, I mean. And I love the way it feels, splattering on my skin, warming it, the scent of his manly seed and the taste of it was we clean each other up.”

  Lily said breathily, “Brilliant. I think he might do it, even if it disgusted him, if he got to do that at the end. Watch us play together in his cum, while we cum for him?” She giggled in that empty-headed way that drove me crazy.

  June asked in a concerned yet still heated tone, “What if he thinks I’m a naughty slut?”

  Lily giggled, “You are a naughty slut.”

  June gasped, then said softly, “I guess I am, for him. The idea of him knowing that kind of turns me on, even as it scares me. I even sometimes wish he’d claim my ass, even though I’m glad he hasn’t and isn’t interested. You know?”

  Lily said breathily, “Yes, because we want all of our bodies to give him pleasure. It seems a shame to waste such a tight hole that could be pleasuring his cock. We do belong to him, and he could take it if he wanted to, anytime he wanted. The idea really turns me on too, even if I wouldn’t cum from it.”

  Huh, where was this going? We’d had that conversation last month, and while I liked playing with their sexy asses, full anal penetration wasn’t my thing, and Lilly had told me she didn’t get pleasure from it either.

  June tilted her head, then gasped, “But you might cum really hard for it, feeling him pound home into your cute little bubbled ass, if you were also riding me while I wore a strap-on.”

  My cock twitched, despite myself. Double penetration? There was a lot of mental fodder in that, despite me liking the feeling of a mouth or pussy far more.

  Lily bit her lip in thought, “I’d be willing to try anything once. Just to find out. It sounds fantastic, but then I’m a slut too.”

  June giggled.