Frankie (Through Time 4)

She saw Darmon’s face and it hurt her beyond reason to see him look like that, like a wounded and broken animal.

Darmon turned and shifted into his black wolf and as he loped off, his howl caught in his throat before another fully loaded and mournful cry hit the wind.

She turned on Pestale, blinking herself into her clothes and said feeling a horror clutch at her throat, “You knew he was at the door and you did that on purpose? Did you compel me Pestale? Did you compel me so that he would see us like that?”

“Yes,” Pestale answered unashamed. “It is time he stopped calling on you.”

“But, Pestale, that was cruel, and I don’t appreciate you forcing me to...”

“Was I really forcing you? You love me and want me. No, I don’t think so. I think you have been leading him on, allowing him a friendship when all he wants is to bed you and make you his. That, my dear, is cruel. You can’t give him what he wants yet you don’t let him move on.” Pestale shrugged, “Now that won’t happen any longer.” He put out his hand. “Come back here…”

“No,” she said still upset.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close, lifted her and set her facing away from him. He pushed the chair away as he blinked her clothes off, bent her over and slammed into her again over and over and suddenly she forgot why she was angry as she responded to the magic he filled her with. Was she still compelled? She didn’t think so, yet?

She heard his voice in her head, in her ears, his voice was so beautiful, “A human would break from such wild passion as we have, but not thee, not my little wolf, my hungry little demon. You have all the passion without the frailties. You are what I want. You are mine, make no mistake!”

Some little voice told her that she was in too deep, but she shoved it away. She believed that she filled him with joy and that she would influence all the good that was buried in him to the surface.

Someone as dark as he reportedly was said to be, couldn’t feel such joy, she told herself. His behavior had been bad, but all males were often misled by jealousy. It was normal to feel jealousy. Still, he had actually allowed Darmon to see her naked and in such a position just to prove a point. That was not normal.

Was it? No, that was not…but then he brought her to a climax with his feral machinations of her body, and for the moment, Eslym forgot all else.

He took her then, over and over again, until they lay satiated by each other’s side, when all at once he lifted himself onto his elbow and asked, “Are you ready for your journey?”

“Hmm, I only wish you were coming with me,” she looked into his burning dark eyes. She had begun traveling through the portal he had created to the human world. His magic could send others, but the wards his father had installed to prevent him from leaving Conglam were still intact and unbreakable.

“I will be going with you Eslym, one day soon, you will be my queen, and we will rule. In the meantime, just remember me, think of me, and feel me, and in that way, I will always be with you,” he took her hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. “I need you more than I have ever needed anything or anyone before.”

She grabbed hold of his hard dick and groaned, “I love you, Pestale.”

“And I, you, my all, my everything,” he answered as he took his manhood and shoved it between her lips.

Afterwards, when he was gone and she was alone again, she wondered if he meant those words. Was he capable yet of real love? She wasn’t stupid enough to think so, but she did believe he was ready for it. She believed a cold knot somewhere inside of him was always ready to erupt and take over, but he had been telling her for months now that she was his ‘one’. She knew that there was some truth to it, as he had not taken any other since they had met.

She showered and went out for a walk when leaves crunching beneath footsteps caught her attention and she turned.

“Essie!” Darmon’s voice sounded broken.

She ran to him, her hands reaching for his, but he stepped away and said, “Don’t.” He shook his head, “I don’t blame you, Essie. I know that was his doing. I don’t blame you for any of it. You never stood a chance once he decided to have and keep you. He has the magic to compel you Essie and you wouldn’t even know it.”

“Oh, Darmon, I know, but he does love me and I know that in spite of what I feel for you…I love him,” she said gently but she had to tell him the truth. She had to make him forget her.

He looked away and she saw his shoulders hunch a little. He was tall, well built, with a winning smile and a handsome face. His clear blue eyes always seemed warm and twinkling. She knew one day soon another would steal him away. And that thought made her hurt inside. She should be happy to see him go off with someone and make a life. What was she doing? She shoved those thoughts away and said, “Darmon, you have to forget about me.”

He stared at her intently, “Never.” He paced, “I’m not a fool. I know why this happened today. He wants me out of the picture. He is afraid one day you will wake from the compulsion spell you are under and see me, want me. I’m willing to wait it out.”

She said nothing to this. It would all be useless.

Suddenly he took her hand and said intensely, “Essie, I’m worried.”

“Why?”

“A portal has been created near our colony.”

“What does it mean?” she asked looking into his eyes and finding a great deal of emotion there.

“Has he asked you to travel in the portal?” He put up his hand before she could answer, “Please, don’t bite my head off. I ask, because my pack…all the packs had a meeting last evening and are concerned. We had promised the Dark Ki