Elijah raised the partition in the car to separate them from his driver and lay back along the seat, draping Nadya's unconscious body on top of him. They had a long drive ahead of them, and he wanted as much skin to skin contact as he could get with her before they arrived at the house. Or she woke up and started fighting against him again. She was amazingly resistant to the form of control he wielded so easily over every other woman he touched.
He hadn't known it was possible to have two completely separate witches in one body, but since it looked like that's what he was going to be dealing with, he definitely wanted to be in control.
Running his hands under her robe, over the smooth skin of her back to her ass, he pulled her tighter against him. Spreading her legs around him he slid a hand between her thighs to push two fingers into her slippery sex, still wet from the orgasms he'd forced from her.
He ran a finger down the side of her face, then over her throat. He remembered she had liked being bitten. He bit her again, and she moaned in pleasure. He bit down harder, feeling her clench around his fingers when he did. Her mind might be more resistant to his control than he was used to, but her body responded to him more eagerly than he'd expected, even unconscious.
Elijah released her neck from his teeth, and she relaxed against him. He hadn't planned to do more than run his hands over her skin on the drive to the house, working on making her bond with him, but since she was resistant to his touch, maybe he should take more extreme measures. It was two against one, after all. And no one had ever accused an incubus of playing fair. "Show me how I can use your body against you, little prey," he murmured in her ear.
Nadya mewled as he pulled his fingers from her. He shifted their bodies around so she was lying under him. He slid his fingers back into her, thumb working her clit in circles. She sighed and let her legs fall open. After a few minutes, she started rolling her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. Letting her rub herself against his hand, he turned his attention to her breasts. Her nipples were already erect. It was chilly in the car, but he liked the contrast between the temperature in the car and the temperature in her cunt. He lowered his head and sucked on a nipple, using his free hand to roll the nipple on her other breast. He licked, and bit, and pulled, and pinched, measuring her responses to him.
He worked his way up to her throat. She writhed, pushing herself deeper onto his fingers. He bit, sinking his teeth deep into her flesh. She came hard, arching her back and moaning loudly. "I can definitely work with that," he murmured. Raising his head, he looked out the window. They were still an hour away from the house. He debated going to a closer one, but decided to keep to his original choice. He wasn't above fucking Nadya in the car, and he really wanted to fuck her, but he wanted her awake, at least the first time he took her. To watch. To know she couldn't stop him. To know she wanted him to do it. To understand she would do whatever he wanted her to. And while he forced pleasure on her, from her, he would feed.
Deciding it was too tempting to have her so wet and spread open under him, he sat up and arranged her body over his legs. He arched her back over one of his thighs, and let her legs fall open over the other. He laid her arms on the seat over her head, baring her completely to his roaming hands. He fucked her with two fingers, randomly tweaking her clit. He wanted her desperate for him when she finally woke. He let his fingers explore her sex, not setting any rhythm. Instead, he let her have feathery, gentle contact, but no real stimulation, pulling away from her when she moved her hips, and ignoring her clit entirely.
His phone rang. He reluctantly tore his gaze, but not his fingers, from Nadya's body and scooped up his phone.
"What?" he answered.
"Have you seen her?" a woman's voice demanded to know.
Elijah chuckled as he ran his eyes over Nadya's naked form sprawled across his lap. "Yes, I've seen her."
"What did she say?"
"She doesn't appear to know anything. She thinks she's going crazy."
"Can you still...deal with her?"
"It's going to take longer than one session. Did you know there are two witches in her? They're completely separate. They even taste different."
"How do you know that?" the woman's voice was sharp.
"I know because I tasted both of them," Elijah's voice was amused and full of satisfaction.
"I didn't tell you to do that," the woman said.
"Well, how did you expect me to do what you want me to do without, you know, doing what I do?"
"I know perfectly well you can do what you do without using your tongue."
Nadya moaned.
"My god, do you have your dick in her right now?" the woman demanded.
"No, I don't have my dick in her right now. Just a couple fingers."
"Stop," the woman ordered. "Just. Stop."
"Look, this was your idea. I can do what you want, but it's going to take time, and require more of my particular...skills. It'll be easier if she's craving me."
"I swear, if there was any other way to do what needs to be done..."
"You knew what I am when you asked me to do this for you."
The woman sighed. "Just make sure you keep to your end of our agreement. Did anyone see you at her apartment?"
"Just her friend, but I sent her away and she won't remember me. I took Nadya. It wasn't safe to leave her alone."
"What do you mean it wasn't safe?"
"Your girl has been consorting with vampires. She was with one last night, and another came to her her apartment tonight."
"Vampires are better than mages, but not by much," the woman said. She sighed. "If she comes to any harm.."
"I will take excellent care of her. She will want for nothing."
*****
Nadya's head spun. She couldn't think, and her head hurt. How was it fair to feel drunk and hungover at the same time? She tried to move, but her body was made of lead and was too heavy. She tried to move just an arm or a leg, but even that was too much effort. Even her eyelids were too heavy.
It was very quiet. Normally she always heard something from her apartment. Traffic. The elevator. Voices in the hallway. Something. But she heard nothing.
Gradually, memories started coming back to her. She was in her apartment. Jasmine was here. No, that wasn't right. Jasmine wasn't here. A man was here. A man with the greenest eyes she had ever seen. A man asking questions she didn't know the answers to. He had asked her what she was. She was crazy, clearly. Losing her mind. Not quite as sane as she had been last week. But she wasn't the only crazy one. Witches. He wanted to know what kind of witch she was. Who asks that? In what world is that a valid question? And he'd called himself an incubus. Surely there was no such thing, just like there was no such thing as witches.
He had asked about her mother. She'd never known either of her parents. Her mother had died when she was born, and her father died when she was a little girl. He'd never told her anything about her mother, and she'd grown up with her aunt and uncle. Her father's sister and her husband. They had only ever told her the basics about her father, and absolutely would not talk about her mother. She knew next to nothing about her parents. She'd tried looking into them, but could find nothing. It was like her parents had never existed other than to have her, and then die.
He'd asked her how she had stayed hidden. Hidden from what? She didn't have any enemies. She didn't know anybody's secrets. She hardly even left her apartment. But she'd left two nights in a row to go to a club. The man in her apartment had seen her at the club with the man she thought had bitten her. But he hadn't bitten her. That was ridiculous. She didn't have a bite mark, and people didn't go around biting each other after they had just had their mouths... well, people just didn't go around biting each other.
She remembered the man had drugged her. Drugged her hot chocolate! She felt indignant. She didn't approve of drugging any drink, but drugging hot chocolate crossed multiple lines. Hot chocolate was meant to be safe, and warm.
Warm. She was warm. Too warm. Her blood was on fire and she could feel the path it blazed as it flowed through her body. Could she still be feeling the effects of whatever drug he had given her? How long had it been?
He had drugged her. Stripped her. Interrogated her. And when he didn't like the answers, he had put his hands and his mouth all over her. She had let him. She had liked it. She hadn't fought him hard enough. She should have fought harder. She had tried to fight, but every time he spoke of pleasure her mind had fogged up. He had made her feel so good. She wanted to feel that good again. And again. Was he still here? Oh no, what if he hadn't left? What if he was still here?
With great effort, she struggled to open her eyes. It didn't work. She focused on trying to open just one eye. She felt a huge sense of accomplishment when her eyelid moved, just slightly. Once she had managed to crack one eye open the rest was easier, and she got one eye fully open, then slowly, the other. It was dim, but light enough for her to see she wasn't in her apartment. There was no window where there should have been. Her clothes rack wasn't there. An opened door led to a bathroom the size of her apartment.
Where was she?
Getting her eyes open and realizing she had been taken somewhere sent a jolt through her body. The heavy, leaden feeling vanished and she tried to sit up. A band across her body was holding her down. No, not a band. It was an arm. An arm that came from behind her, laid on her waist, and ended in a hand that covered one of her breasts possessively. Another arm was under her, a second hand splayed low over her abdomen. Trying to move aggravated her headache, the spinning, and the heat in her blood. She slumped, realizing just then her entire back of her body was in contact with the entire front of another body. The arms tightened around her, fingers clutching her breast. She felt a semi hard cock lying against her, pressed between her legs.
"Finally," Elijah said into her hair. "You slept almost the entire day."
"Burns," Nadya said in a raspy voice. "Too hot. Let go."
"Moving away from me won't help," he said.
She squirmed against his hold, then stopped as she felt the semi hard cock harden against her. "Bathroom," she said.
