~BOOK 4/PART TWO~ Paranormal: The Battle's Only Just Begun (Multi-Bandom FanFic)

Chapter 13

"You wasted so much time on her, Brendon," She murmured, her lips millimeters away from his, a thin golden smoke flowing from her mouth into his, "She never loved you, not like I did."

"You love me?" Brendon asked. Natalie nodded her head, cuing the wizard to go in for a kiss, but to his surprise, the supreme moved away, and shook her head to tease him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not so quick. You hurt me before, Brendon." She played with his raven black hair. "So you need to apologize and earn me, earn us."

"I'm sorry," The wizard replied unconsciously, his eyes trailing up and down her torso and his heartbeat racing, "I'm so sorry, Natalie. Please forgive me."

"Your petty sorrys mean nothing to me, Brendon," The witch muttered, pushing herself off the wizard and taking a few steps away from him, provocatively unbuttoning the first few buttons of her black blouse, "You have to show me you're sorry, not just tell me."

Lust filled his eyes as he stood and grabbed the witch by the hips, throwing her down on the couch and immediately climbing on top of her.

Natalie giggled as her dreams turned into reality, reaching up to grab the wizard's face, only to have her hands restrained by one of Brendon's. He brought them above her head while grinding his hips into hers then leaning down, passionately kissing the blue eyed and brown haired demon's host. Natalie wrapped her legs around Brendon's hips and rubbed them together for further friction. Both felt the room heating up and needed to release the pressure building inside of them both.

Brendon used his free hand to rip open Natalie's shirt the rest of the way, then released her to relieve her of the cloth blocking their skin to skin contact. Meanwhile, Brendon tugged at the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it over the side of the couch before returning his attention to the half naked witch underneath him.

"Oh god, Brendon," Natalie moaned, her head tilting back as he went in and began sucking on the nape of her neck. Natalie's eyes rolled back in her head out of pleasure as she felt Brendon's lips curl up into a smile, continuing his trail of kisses to her collarbone, over her chest, and down to her stomach.

Thing was, Brendon didn't see the brunette, but her sister. Rachael was there with him and he was making love to her. Every moan, each and every errotic movement wasn't to pleasure Natalie, but the woman hundreds of miles away from the wizard. Unbeknownst to the girl, he was playing out a fantasy in his head.

Brendon slowly undid Natalie's jeans, still kissing lower approaching the end of the naval, and looked up to see his blonde beauty biting her lip. The wizard peeled the jean fabric off in a way so his fingers would linger on Natalie's skin just long enough to cause goosebumps to form.

The young witch wiggled, antsy as he separated her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs, moving his hands closer and closer, that same heat rising again, this time stronger. "Brendon." The wizard hummed as he kissed over Natalie's black laced underwear. "Please." The wizard allowed a low chuckle to escape his lips, he had control over the situation now.

"Please what?" He wanted to hear Rachael say that she wanted him, that she wanted him to make love to her like they did months ago. He wanted her to say that she loved him. He bit at the fabric, causing Natalie to almost scream at his action. "Tell me what you want," He commanded.

"I want...I want..." She started to say, finding the words caught in her throat.

"You have to tell me, otherwise I'll leave you here all alone and needy."

"I want you to fuck me, Brendon!" She exclaimed, her voice resonating in Brendon's ear as Rachael's.

The corner of his lips curled up into a smirk, whispering "As you wish" before hooking his finger underneath the girl's underwear and slipping them off.

The two paranormals lied beside one another, the wizard fast asleep and the witch staring at the ceiling, a dreamy expression smeared across her face. Her attention was drawn to the evil entity leaning over the back of the couch, grinning down at her mischievously. The dream-like state she was in disappeared.

"So...you finally got what you wanted," The demon sneered, "You must feel so special. Brendon finally fucked your pathetic sorry little ass. What was it like? Was it everything you ever dreamed of?"

She scoffed. "You really know how to ruin a great moment."

"A great moment that I'm sure you'll remember forever. Yet you can't seem to remember that you and I have a mission to complete."

"I sent those kids after Kenya, and what was I supposed to do about Rachael? She ran right out of town and wouldn't tell me where she was going. I've tried tracking her, but she's put some kind of cloak over herself and Halsey."

"You should've stopped her and Kenya when you had the chance," The demon retorted coldly, walking around the couch and standing at one of the arms, "But no, you let them both walk right out of town. Kenya sent our brothers and sisters back."

"But how? She's just a lycan," Natalie responded.

"You fool, she's not just a wolf. She's a hell hound, Cerberus's own flesh and blood."

"Cerberus, the myth?" Natalie laughed a bit to herself. "He's not real."

"This is no laughing matter, you idiot. He is real and he is a she."

"I'm sorry. She?"

"Yes, she. Why is that such a surprise to everyone?" Before the girl could answer the rhetorical question, the demon continued, "But because of your mistakes, we have to be careful now. I have some other hosts working on dealing with Kenya, but you? I want you to find Rachael, because no one is closer to her than you."

"What do you want me to do if I can't find her?"

The demon wordlessly nodded down at the man lying beside her, hoping the witch would catch on to what he was trying to get at.

Rachael's sister noticed this and asked, "What about him?"

"What do you mean 'what about him'? You're going to lure your sister back with this moron. Because once she finds out that he's in danger, she'll come running back to save him." Natalie looked over at Brendon as he lightly snored, then gave her attention back to the demon. "You know what you need to do." The demon faded away from the witch and she heaved a sigh, debating if she could go through with the spirit's commands.

Natalie was head over heels about Brendon. Could she hurt him, use him? Well, she just did.

Why was this so hard for Natalie, to have a moral compass when it came to a man that certainly did not love her?

Why didn't he love her like he loved Rachael? If Brendon could open his eyes and see that Rachael wasn't right for him, that she was weak, maybe then he would realize he was meant to be with Natalie - a real woman who knew what she wanted and went after it. This gave the supreme the motivation she needed to go through with the demon's request.

Natalie was now determined to destroy her sister, but also claim Brendon as her own, and no one was going to get in the way of that.