Chapter 50
If Taker was going to end things with her right off the bat, he sure as hell wouldn't be bringing her back to his tower. That was just too much of a hassle and he was also tired. It wasn't even all that late in the day. No, he would make his decision based on what Abigail had to say, though he wasn't able to promise he wouldn't go hunt Ambrose down at a later date and force feed him his own tongue.
"All right, Abbie," He said once they were up in his rooms, dropping down on the edge of the bed, hands dangling between his parted legs as he took her in. "Let's hear it. What happened between you and Ambrose?"
Abigail didn't want to tell him because everything would change, not for the better either. However, he deserved to know the truth and, if the shoe was on the other foot, she would want to know if Mark had screwed around with someone else. She took a deep breath and walked over to sit on the bed beside him, clasping her hands in her lap, going back to that night under the stars. It seemed so long ago, with everything that happened, but it actually wasn't.
"I didn't have sex with him if that's what you're wondering. It was the night I…nearly died." That really was the best way to put it. "Dean knew the whereabouts of the invisibility cloak and took me there on our way to rescue Malcolm. That's how we got out of the castle without being seen." She swallowed hard, remembering the guards Dean had killed without a second thought. "I had to be the one to retrieve it. Dean couldn't because someone had to pull the other up and there was no way I could pull him back up. He was against it, but I convinced him to let me go retrieve the invisibility cloak and I did…but then the mine started…caving in, I guess. I don't really remember a lot of it except being pulled to safety by Dean. He…he kissed me. It was quick, more like 'I'm glad you're alive' instead of a passionate 'I wanna fuck you' kiss. He was scared I wouldn't make it out of the mineshaft, but somehow, I did with the cloak."
"Anyway, we set up camp a little ways from the mineshaft, just in case the ground caved in. It was a beautiful night and I cleaned myself up and I remember thinking of you. I missed you and I was worried about you because you were human, you didn't have your magic to protect you. We were looking at a map and trying to decide the best route to take to get to the castle and I laid down with Dean. I wanted it to be you there with me, not him, but it was him and I…I didn't know what was going on between you and me at the time. I didn't know if you'd even make it back to Wonderful and…briefly, I thought maybe Dean was the one I wanted and not you." That couldn't be easy to hear at all. "And he kissed me again…and I didn't push him away, I just let it happen to see how I truly felt. I was confused and…a bit hurt because you weren't there with me. You disregarded my idea to go save Malcolm, but Dean jumped on it as soon as I asked for his help. You two are like night and day, complete polar opposites and I didn't know which side I wanted to be on. I remember burning, I was burning up and feeling guilty, so I started to cry and told him no. I told him it hurt, and I couldn't figure out why I was in pain, why I was burning. He took us into the river to help both of us and it didn't work. The next thing I knew, we were fooling around with foreplay and I made it clear to him no sex. He was fine with it."
"Afterwards, I felt…weird, strange, it felt good, but I…I realized what a mistake I made with him and I told him that. I told him I didn't want him, and we could only be friends because I love you. He knew I loved you, or at least had strong feelings for you when we fooled around, and that should've been my warning sign. The fact he would do that with a woman he KNOWS is in love with someone else. I don't know why I did it either. I don't know if it was the adrenaline from the mineshaft near-death experience or the fact I was a little resentful towards you for not being the one there with me, for not coming with me, for making me ask someone else for help. I wanted it to be YOU there, not Dean." Standing up from the bed, Abigail began walking slowly back and forth in front of him, tears falling down her cheeks. She barely felt them. "After it was said and done, the next day, I told him it could never happen again, and I didn't want him as anything other than a friend. We both promised each other to never speak of it again, it was a relapse in judgment on both of our parts and I thought he felt the same way. I was wrong though. I trusted him…and he lied to me about not having feelings for me." That much was obvious, especially after today.
"It only happened once, and I'm stupid for letting it happen, for doing it. I regret it happening and I wish I could go back in time to change it, but I can't. Even if I was confused about my feelings, and my adrenaline from nearly dying was running high, and resenting you for not being there, I never should've let it go that far. And there's no excuse for it. It was wrong to do, and I never should've listened to Ambrose. He was trying to poison me against you by making me believe you were a hypocrite, a dictator, but he's wrong, you're not any of those things. I just wish I would've realized what he was doing sooner."
She was not wrong, none of that had been easy to hear and he could feel the darkness cresting inside of him with each word that fell from her lips. Jealousy was not something he wanted to feel, but here it was knocking on his door. His usually emerald eyes had slowly been turning to acid and when Abigail was finished, just staring down at him with tears running down her face, he inhaled deeply. Taker had thought he had been prepared for what she would say; he knew something had happened, thanks to Dean's mouth, but hearing it was just painful. Logically, he knew adrenaline did play a big factor in things like that, he could only imagine how it would have been between them in that situation. Triumphant, 'we're alive' sex, probably. Taker didn't know whether to rage at her, forgive her or fuck her senseless, and establish dominance, that was just feral. Maybe all three, he mused, running his hands through his hair as he stared up at her.
His silence was deafening, and the tension was thick in the air again, just as it'd been the day of the storm…the day she had raged at him and then he'd taken her virginity. It was thicker this time because she had betrayed him by being with Dean, even if they didn't have sex. Foreplay was just a step before it. Abigail wiped her tears away angrily, breathing heavily, and figured he needed some time to mull over things. Not that she blamed him. If this had happened to her, if he'd been intimate with another woman, she would've lost her mind, probably. The fact he remained silent and simply sat there was the signal she needed to leave. Grabbing her bag, she zipped it up since everything was already in it and swung it over her shoulder, trying to keep what little dignity she had left, if there was any. Rolling his eyes, he clenched his fist, watching that bag drop off her shoulder as she came flying backward. Again, right into his waiting arms. He held her still, wondering how this woman made it so he felt no shame at abusing magic in tiny ways. Taker was truly out of his mind.
"You don't run from me, Abigail." He informed her in a growl, his lips at the shell of her ear, hands caressing her stomach before moving to the front of her pants. "Ever."
"I-I wasn't…running."
Her breath had been temporarily stolen because she hadn't expected him to make her literally FLY backward into his arms. He scared the hell out of her! The feeling of his hands on her body, his hot breath on her ear and neck, felt incredible though. Abigail could not move, due to his magic hold on her, and felt the button of her jeans unsnap.
"I just…thought you would need some time to think things through…" What was happening? She just confessed she'd been intimate with another man and he was holding her, caressing her…bewildering her. "Mark…" Her eyes closed, it was the only thing physical she could do when his lips sealed to her neck, just under her ear.
"You are mine, Abigail." He informed her, working his way down the column of her throat and back up again.
Taker was angry, he couldn't deny it, but he loved this woman, good and bad. He also knew she'd had sex with Dean, she just didn't consider it sex because there was no vaginal penetration. Sex was sex, and Ambrose knew that. There were just degrees of sex, different ways of doing it. She did not.
"I took time in the forge to think."
He had known then it would be bad; he hadn't counted on not immediately being able to process what he technically already knew. Taker was still working through it and having his way with her was helping. It was distracting him while, at the same time, reaffirming she was his. Now that her jeans were undone, he leaned back, taking Abigail just a little with him, giving him enough room to slid a hand down the front of both jeans and panties.
"Y-Yes I am…"
He was a mixture of lust, anger and love, his fingers delving into her hot sex somewhat roughly. Mark left burns against her skin from his goatee, not that she minded. Abigail was too perplexed to really fight him, just as she'd been the first time they had sex. Why was it every time they had sex, it was due to something awful happening prior? Her jeans began deteriorating, the material vanishing into thin air and she knew he used magic again. Along with her jeans went her panties, so she was naked from the waist down while his fingers drove in and out of her, still not able to move. This was torture, all she could do was moan, breathe and blink her eyes, wishing he'd let her move to writhe against him. Maybe this was his form of punishment.
She was right, it was a type of punishment. He would have her begging for her release before they left this tower and, if he was feeling kind, he'd even allow it. Taker used his free hand to take hold of her top, feeling the material dissolving under his fingers, and cupped her breast. Her arching into him as finger and thumb rolled a pert nipple told him she was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing magically and as himself.
"You'll never feel anything with any man as intensely as you do with me." He informed her, his voice tinged with darkness, a low baritone.
"I-I know…oh god…please! Please!" She cried out, her entire body burning, her pussy quivering under his touch and STILL couldn't move.
Mark forced her to feel every bit of this, making her endure the yearning and beg. Fresh tears poured down her cheeks as he stopped just before she could fully go over the edge, making that burning, that hot coil inside of her, settle within her stomach. Without her ability to move, all she could do was watch him move to where he stood in front of her, his tongue sliding up each trail on her cheeks before lowering himself in front of her. He expected her to stand there, completely still, while he took his time pleasuring her with any part of his body he wanted. She couldn't grip his hair or grind herself against him, it was all under his control and Abigail suddenly loathed magic.
Intensity had just been taken up several notches.
That burning sensation she had described, that she had let Dean Ambrose 'help' her with… Taker was going to teach her about fire and what it meant to be consumed in an all-out inferno. And she would definitely learn there was only one man able to quench the flames. Taker loved her, he knew that, but…everyone knew, angry sex was great sex. Abusing his power even more, he watched as her body drifted up, her sex eye-level with him, and smirked, reaching up to run a finger up along her drenched slit, seeing her own juices beginning to coat her thighs.
"Amen." He growled, about as close to a dinner prayer as he had come to in years, and leaned forward to feast.
By the time he finished, still not letting her climax, Abigail was out of tears, out of fluids, her voice hoarse from crying out so many times. Her body floated down from being in the air and her feet touched the floor, but she still couldn't move. Her body wasn't just burning, it felt like it was dipped in hot lava, and sweat actually coated every part of her from the intensity. Trembling from head to toe, Mark yanked her roughly against him and captured her mouth with his, kissing her roughly while his fingers buried in her unraveled ebony tresses. All she could do was kiss him back, whimpering and longed to touch him, to feel him, to show him how sorry she was for being with another man.
"You may undress me." He informed her arrogantly, having gotten the impression that Abigail enjoyed being dominated so thoroughly.
That was interesting, and something he definitely did not mind exploring with her.
In private of course, he would never degrade or embarrass her publicly, he had seen what she had done to Ambrose. He was not getting a hose of ice-cold water at high pressure to his balls. Stepping away from her quivering form, Taker extended his arms, raising an eyebrow at her. Would she go along with what he wanted or was he pushing Abigail too hard, too far? Abigail was a hot mess, the sight of her physically and emotionally aching for him did a lot of strange things to him, including making his cock jump in his jeans.
Not that there was much room for jumping.
