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Lust had its hold on her tongue, and while she didn’t know whether she was making the right decision, the words out of her mouth felt sinfully right.
“Please, please… help me,” It was a whispered plea, bold and timid all the same—wanting, needing both of the men to manhandle her, give her release.
Her fingers wouldn’t let go of Marc’s shirt, wringing it with all that balled up tension, ready to snap. And Frank’s hand left her hair, rough palms smoothing down her sides, digging possessively into the fat of her thighs.
Marc leaned forward, lips hot and greedy against her neck, his teeth dragging bluntly against the column of her throat—the whimper that left her was pathetic, so needy.
Frank’s hands smoothed to the inside of her thighs, achingly close to where she needed it. Her head fell down to Marc’s shoulder, her lips parted to beg yet again. Foreplay was torture in this moment.
“I do not remember this being a required training drill,” A voice, clipped and baritone and entirely displeased broke the moment.
Both Marc and Frank pulled their hands away from her body like they had been burned, their dark eyes glued on the figure standing right at the entrance to the training grounds. She knew who it was, her face still hiding against Marc, and she spared a shameful glance towards Erik—those blue eyes of his full of disgust.
Magneto took another step—she could feel his frustration in the air, suffocating and electric, his magnetism prickling against her skin. His tone remained collected, “To waste your precious time hounding on a girl well out of her mind, instead of putting forth your energy to say…”
“Fight for a cause in order to save this universe?”
She moved her head away from Marc, sitting up on her knees, her gaze was heated and filled with a blooming humiliation. She was getting far too used to that feeling.
But she was able to drown out her embarrassment, noticing that Magneto’s armor had splatters of copper, blood all over him. And she eased when she didn’t see a scratch on him.
He must’ve gone out on a mission.
“Relax, Erik, we were just trying to help her out,” Frank’s glare was irritated, she could see how his jaw moved, teeth gritting.
Marc remained quiet, pushing up and crossing his arms. When Frank finally decided to break whatever staring contest he had with Erik, he stood too. His calloused hands gently grabbed her by her elbows, guiding her up with him.
Magneto didn’t look away, nor would he back down, stepping closer again, “She is in no position to ask for help.”
That made Marc scoff, the weary smirk on his face lacking humor, “She’s an adult, she can make her own choices.”
Erik cared little for his words, eating up the space between them and, despite his anger, he softly grabbed her wrist. It was a small tug, more so a silent command rather than an attempt to move her.
And she moved, practically falling into him as her side pressed against his body. She was too worked up, sickening arousal still heady and intent on making itself known. She tried not to think of the proximity, tried not to think of his large hand and how it placed lightly on the small of her back. Protective, possessive.
No—just protective, it had to be, he was her mentor.
When the other two men shifted, Frank’s frown deepening as he took a step forward, Erik scowled.
“Don’t be foolish enough to try anything,” And he guided her away, out from the training grounds.
She spared a glance back at Frank and Marc, her eyes wide with confusion… and that wicked need still high, skin tingling where they had once touched her.
Her brain was mushed and muddled, she had hardly recognized she was walking the entire time. Even all the way back to his quarters. She blinked when she realized she was staring at his bed, and then it started to crash down on her.
She had allowed her teammates to touch her, had begged them to help her find relief, and she had liked it all, and she felt empty now that she was here.
She should feel dirty, she thought, but that wave of aphrodisiac told her it was what she needed. Her gaze went to Erik slowly, her hands wringing together. He probably thought her sinful.
His expression was neutral, even as she could feel the disapproval coming off him in cold waves.
“Is this really what you wish to be reduced to, my dear?” The pad of his thumb brushed over her quivering bottom lip, his chin tilting down as his eyes narrowed, “Used for the fleeting pleasure of useless, dense men… who care so little for you that they’d jump at the chance to take advantage of your state?”
His words had a shiver down her spine—something itched in her brain, a chant of yes, yes, yes eager in her ear. It was wrong, he was right, but that’s what she needed, wasn’t it? She needed relief, needed to be satisfied, wanted the craving sated and gone for good. Lost in the filth and sin of carnal pleasure, what a fool she’d be to deny any of the obviously attractive men who’d want to take her. And as much as Marc and Frank’s touch had overwhelmed her, it was what she longed for in this moment.
She didn’t think of it as if they were taking advantage of her. She knew what she was doing, or at least she thought she did. Was she not still of her own mind?
“Even after all that cursed wizard caused, I allowed him to let you loose. I should’ve refused—kept you locked up in my room. I knew you’d be so foolish to throw yourself to the first inch of release you could get…”
“I am done allowing anyone else to decide for you, I am done letting you think you know what’s best. You don’t, and I do not expect much from a girl your age—that was my fault,” Erik leaned down, the frown on his face deep and the chill in his eyes littered with worry despite the bite to his words, and her name off his tongue was whispered as if it was fragile, “Do you understand?”
She didn’t, she truly didn’t want to accept that he was right by any means. He always was, and each time it made her smaller and smaller. Was she not an adult, was she not like them—powerful, capable, respected?
But the look directed at her would not give way and she knew, if it really came down to it, she had zero chance at fighting against his whims. He meant well, he meant to protect her, so she nodded her head.
Erik eased at that, “Good.”
His arm stretched out casually, his hand facing upwards and she thought he was offering to her, but then tidbits of metal rose. She watched in wonder as small pieces merged together, formed something, formed links. A small chain.
The slender chain brushed over his palm like it was a snake, and his fingers wrapped around it, taking hold of it as he walked towards her once more.
“This is for your own sake, child,” He said. Simple, calm.
Her breath caught in her throat, her gaze following his as her neck craned the closer he got to her. He was so, so close… her eyelashes fluttered, her heart racing.
Was it the aphrodisiac that made her quiver and ache, fluttering butterflies sappy and warm, blooming from a potent drug? Or was it something lingering, something that had always been present?
His fingers brushed against her neck and she felt a chill settle against her skin. The chain, now a necklace… a collar, perhaps.
“Now, behave and stay here until we find a remedy. Don’t give me a reason to use this…” A force tugged lightly at the metal, a hum of a magnetic pulse and a shiver down her spine, “… against you.”
“No more chances for you to go off and let foolish men meddle with you,” He hummed.
And he turned to leave, but she didn’t like that. She didn’t want to be left wanting again and again. He had denied her what she needed that Frank and Marc were willing to give, and now he would just leave her to suffer.
Her hand went to his wrist, delicate fingers shaking at being so bold, at initiating touch with him. She knew she shouldn’t have, but she stood her ground.
“Then… then why don’t you take me, if you know what’s best?”
Erik paused, his blue eyes flashing to her again—he didn’t yet pull from her grip, but she could feel the tension. His arm flexed, his face twitched,
“No,” It was a firm denial, but his voice wavered, “Do you truly think I am one of them? You are not in your right mind, you are driven by a lust so sickening that it is all you pursue.”
She bit her bottom lip, trying to keep from frowning and showing her frustration… more so the look of a kicked puppy. She shouldn’t be so childish, she shouldn’t allow this… affliction to affect her so.
“But you wanted to, didn’t you? I saw the look in your eyes when you fought with Stephen to stay with me… or do you really agree with his words for once?” She bit, hurt by the rejection. That immaturity in her had her clawing at anything she’d know would push his buttons.
The chain tightened enough a silent gasp left her, her fingers going to the metal, trying to dig beneath it. The fury on his face was something she only saw in battle, a snarl directed at her this time, “Do not presume I desire you in any way, girl—do you forget your place?”
Tears pricked her eyes, but from his words or how the chain dug hard into her neck, she didn’t know.
Erik stepped closer, and she felt her body drag backwards… slowly, the metal chain guiding her with his powers, until the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell onto it. But seeing him towering over her, feeling the magnetism control her body by the collar he made for her—all those heavy, needy feelings rushed back and it was intense.
“I am your mentor. Everything I do is to protect you, not to cater to your fantasies,” He said, words final.
She couldn’t listen, her head went blank and her blood pulsed hot. Her thighs squeezed together, the arousal quickly taking over. She hadn’t realized that tears slipped down her face until his face fell ever so lightly, one hand reaching out to brush a tear away.
A strangled gasp left her this time—not from the chain, instead from the agonizing spike of pleasure that quickly teetered onto tortuous pain, having been denied far too long.
Her eyes were squeezed tight as if she was trying to hide from the pain, and before she could react in time to open them, she felt her body joustled and moved. She felt something at her hips, felt something warm seeping into her, back pressed against a solid wall.
When her eyes finally opened, she stared blankly down at the large hands resting at her waist, gentle and she could’ve sworn she could feel how they trembled with restraint. Her head lolled back and she realized what it fell onto was Erik’s shoulder. She was in his lap, being held by him—in the lap of the man nearly thirty years her senior, the one who took her in without hesitation.
It made it so, so much worse. A desperate whine fell empty from her lips, her legs spreading subconsciously. Thoughts of Stephen’s word rang in her head, how the aphrodisiac amplifies desire already there. She always wanted this—would let her mind drift in the late nights, let her fingers wander along her body like it was his hands instead of hers.
But she’d tell herself each time it was just a fantasy. It was normal to have those curious dreams about someone she was around so often, someone she strived to gain praise from, someone rough and powerful yet soft in all the right ways.
She didn’t realize he was calling her name before he took her chin between two fingers, guiding her to look up at him.
A stuttered breath left her and her thighs squeezed tightly together for a moment when another sharp wave of pain wracked her body. Erik frowned at that.
“Have you tried… alleviating yourself?” There was a pause to his words, one that made her think back to when she had walked out of his room after trying to pleasure herself, only to find him right there in the living room. Surely, he knew.
But she answered anyway, “It… doesn’t help at all. It’s like I don’t feel anything when it’s my own hands.”
He went quiet, studying her with those eyes swirling with aged emotions she was yet to understand.
“I will help you, if I must,” He said calmly, voice betraying the conflict in his blue eyes. His fingers fanned out to her jaw, idly moving upwards to gently thumb over her cheek, “Only to alleviate your pain, I cannot watch you suffer.”
“You must understand, there is no going back from this—is this really what you want?” His breath fanned warm against her ear, the timbre of his voice wracking her with blissful shivers.
She nodded in her daze.
But that didn’t please him, his hand at her hip squeezing lightly, a sigh leaving him, “Answer me, use your words, libeling.”
“Yes,” She sobbed, hating how utterly long it was taking to get relief, “Yes, I want it.”
He moved then, hand trailing down to her thigh this time, large fingers dwarfing her as he slowly grabbed her leg, spreading her open to give himself access.
Her head was reeling, she was nervous despite her enthusiasm. Magneto was going to touch her, to give her pleasure, to take care of her. She didn’t have this rush of anxiety when Marc and Frank wrestled her to the ground. Shy, sure, but this was uncharted territory with Erik, it was different bedding one of the leaders of the group.
The chain tightened like a tease around her neck, rewarding it with a small gasp fallen quietly from her lips. Her eyes shut again as his thumb brushed under the waistband of her shorts, and a shiver went down her spine when the warmth of his breath fanned against her ear.
“What’s the matter, little one?” He hummed, his tone cold but she could practically feel the playfulness just beneath the surface, “Weren’t you so bold just seconds ago, asking me to take you?”
She hadn’t expected him to play with her like that. It made her face hotter than it already was, cheeks rosy and flushed. She stayed quiet, leaning further into him, her back arching.
Her body shuddered with need, a helpless whine leaving her when his lips pressed to her pulse point, a weak attempt at distracting her from how he slowly pulled her shorts down, letting them bunch at her ankles.
Erik sighed then, the sound of a man giving himself to something he shouldn’t, or maybe something he desired for far too long.