Chapter Eleven

You're hotter than a summer's day in California
You got me melting like a sundae, I want you
I know you've been waiting; you've been waiting a long time for me.
If you wait a little while longer this is how we'll be.

(Oh, it's gonna be)
Hot like fire.
Take you higher.
You can't resist,
Kiss, kiss, and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss...

You shouldn't have said 'take our time'
I'll let you know when I'm ready if that's alright
I won't keep you, I won't keep you, I won't keep you holding on
If you wait on me I promise you it won't be long.

(I'm gonna take you)
Hot like fire.
Take you higher.
You can't resist,
Kiss, kiss, and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss...

—The XX (Aaliyah Cover)—

The air in the room had become dense as Cassie placed her hands on Faye's waist and pulled her closer; both of their bodies close enough to hear the other's heartbeat as their breathing mingled in harmony. A growl emanated from deep in the brunette's throat, she was craving for control and she was going to get it back.

Faye grabbed the back of the blonde's neck as she counteracted the soft kiss with a rough one of her own; parting Cassie's lips with her own and eagerly delving into her mouth, giving and taking with her tongue; finding a rhythm with Cassie's before softly biting her lower lip, drawing her closer.

With her teeth tenderly clamped around the blonde's lip, Faye put her hands around the small of Cassie's back. As the blonde reached around the brunette to rub tender circles on her back, Faye freed her mouth and drove her lips to Cassie's neck; brushing her tongue and lips against her skin desperately. She threw her head back and the urgency sent thrills of excitement racing through Cassie's body that made her legs go weak; forcing her to fall onto the bed on her back with Faye straddling her.

Cassie leaned up and took off her shirt, pulling it over her head and letting it drop on the floor beside the bed. More clothes were removed until the pair were both left bare. Cassie squirmed and moaned in anticipation; she could feel herself getting wetter from each touch. The brunette lowered her body onto the blonde's, putting her thigh in between her legs forcing her to spread them as she kissed feverishly at the skin covering her collarbones.

''Ah, Faye…'' the blonde moaned. Just hearing the sounds of Cassie's moans and panting was driving Faye insane; the heat growing between her legs knew this as well.

The brunette began to caress the hot spot she found between the blonde's thighs, Cassie squirmed in pleasure, "Please…oh God, please," she begged.

"You're so wet,'' Faye groaned; moving her own hands down to the blonde's breasts, feeling how hard her nipples were, drawing circles around them with her fingertips. She began kissing and biting gently down her neck…her chest…her stomach…

Faye returned hastily to the Cassie's mouth, offering restless, eager kisses as their tongues found one another. In between the panting and groping the blonde decided to turn the tables and suddenly began to stroke Faye's wet core; causing the brunette momentarily abandon her control and putting herself in the driver's seat. Cassie slipped a finger inside of her. Faye began to grind herself onto her hand, and the blonde watched as her eyes slid closed and a light sheen of sweat appeared on her chest.

Her body ached. She couldn't wait any longer. Faye threw her thigh over the top of Cassie's, with the blonde not understanding as to where she was going with her not-so-subtle move, quickly molded herself to interlock with the shape of the brunette's body; still caressing each part of her with her tongue—she was happy to submit as she felt her own heart skip beats.

''Oh fuck, Faye,'' Cassie moaned feeling the brunette's hips roll underneath hers and fingernails dig roughly into the nape of her neck, which only spurred the blonde on more.

The pair moved simultaneously together, as though they were one, giving and taking their hips moving over and under. Their skin covered in a layer of sweat as they leaned into each other's foreheads and continued to move against one another.

''I'm so close'' Faye panted.

Adrenaline surged through their veins, the grips they held on each other tightened as the pair continued to grind into one another ferociously. The air crackled with fire and electricity, their energies mingling with the other with a purring sound. The chemistry between the two of them was overwhelming; whatever one felt, the other felt it too which only meant that being intimate was taken to whole other level. Another level that affected everything around them; the atmosphere was captivating and sensual, as if the room was tinted a deep crimson color and they were the only two people for miles around—well in their minds, they were.

''Oh fuck,'' Faye moaned throwing her head back, biting her lip trying to muffle the sound.

Limbs began to tremble as they were starting to reach their climax. Cassie bit down hard on her own lip, forcing her to wince, her eyes closing and her grip tightened around the brunette's curved hips; while Faye's fingers curled and dug further into the skin on the back of the blonde's neck, pushing her to let out a seductive growl. The sides of the bed was alight in flames, just like in Cassie's dream, moving in time with their hips only growing larger as did they were reaching their impending orgasms.

''Oh God…''

''Fuck, Cass!''

Their muscles suddenly clenched and tightened, making the pair moan and writhe against each other; they grinded into one another more forcefully than before; riding out their mutual orgasms as they both came hard, feeling their heat between each other with beads of sweat trickling down their bodies. In the midst of the orgasms, Faye buried her face in the crook of Cassie's neck, biting down hard.

Pulses of pleasure raced through their bodies, like tiny electric shocks reaching every muscle. They fell limp and collapsed in on one another, panting with thirst. Spent, Faye mustered what little energy she had left to rise from the bed until Cassie wrapped a hand around her wrist to stop her.

"Stay…" she whispered as she was slowly regaining control of her breathing. With a breathless sigh and a nod, the brunette returned to lie on the bed, with the blonde wrapping her arms around her to keep her close; laying her head on her chest. Faye didn't mind as she snuggled into her partner and resting her chin on the blonde's head.

The salt-laced knife was lodged into Thomas' thigh, yet he refrained from showing an ounce of fear and pain. He kept silent as he watched his captors walk endlessly about the dirty room they had confined him in. Strapped to an old wooden chair that creaked every time he moved, the belts were damp with holy water and it burned his skin. Not to mention the pentagram drawn with chalk on the floor beneath his feet, known as a devil's trap; keeping him physically bound to the circle. Immobilizing him and restricting most of his powers.

"What do we do with him?" One of the witch hunters asked until he was scolded by a man who looked to be Thomas' age, it was clear that he was their ringleader.

"Don't say 'him'," the leader snarled before looking over at Thomas. "It is a demon, a vile creature, just like the rest of them running around this town parading as high school students!"

What do they know about the children? He thought curiously, before he bit his tongue to hold back the groan that was threatening to escape him when another witch hunter stabbed him with a knife, this time dipped in holy water.

"Jake!" The ringleader bellowed and suddenly Thomas heard a door creaking open before a few seconds later it was closed.

Walking from the shadowed areas was young man; who looked to be in his late teens, tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, a spitting image of Douglas Armstrong. With astonished eyes, Thomas watched as Jake Armstrong walked into the light, wearing a black hoodie, jeans and boots. He held his face in a cold and emotionless stare, but his eyes betrayed him. There was either fear, or sadness, or a combination of both—the false demon didn't care, he just wanted to know as to what the son of his late coven mate was doing with a group of witch hunters.

"What is it Isaac, I'm busy—"

"Doing what? Coming up ways to worm your way into your old witch coven, I highly doubt that it requires that much planning." The man named Isaac said with a scoff.

"So you say, but in order to get to Cassie Blake I'll have to use Faye first to assert my position in the coven. She won't trust me right off the bat." Jake stated firmly, looking at Isaac intently mostly to refrain from looking at Thomas.

Unbelievable, the false demon thought in disbelief tilting his head to capture the teen's attention. It did, and when it did, he shivered. The smell of fear exuding off the Armstrong boy was filling the air of the dusty room. Foolish little boy, you play with what you do not know.

"And it's taken you this long? We need to have all the members of your coven by the full moon in order to do the ritual." Said another witch hunter with a frustrated tone.

"I'll get the job done, don't you worry about that," Jake said with a steady voice before turning around to leave the room. "I'm going home."

With the Armstrong boy gone, Thomas was left in the room with the adults again. Oh how he wanted to escape the devil's trap he was bound to and rip them all apart. He received a few more smug and disgusted looks from the ignorant hunters before feeling another wet blade pierce his body, there were four now that were wedged into his skin yet he remained silent.

"Let us leave, it won't talk now." One of the witch hunters proposed and the rest agreed leaving the room and slamming it shut, he heard the rustling of some chains and lock be clicked closed before there was silence again.

It was a while until; Thomas coughed and felt a familiar presence join him in the suffocating room. He coughed a "come closer" and cautiously a teen who was the same age as the other witch coven members of Chance Harbor appeared out of the darkness dressed in dark clothing, his face partially hidden by the black hood over his head. The teen took off the hood and revealed himself, wild dark mahogany hair, stubble along his jaw and chin and piercing green eyes.

"Lee, you've got some nerve infiltrating the hideout of a group of witch hunters." Thomas said sternly. "I thought I taught you better than that."

"Hey, if someone's going to save you from them it might as well be me. Look at what they've done to you; they'll leave you here to bleed to death." The boy said with worry stepping closer.

"Better me than you, I've died enough times. You on the other hand, are partly human; once you're gone, you're gone." The false demon said cracking a smile amid the pain.