<span style="font-family:Calibri">Ayra stood in front of a man. His short black hair and dark eyes taking in the smaller blonde as she eyed him rather aggressively. "Ms.Willis." His eyes glanced up to an older woman who smiled kindly at the young man. "Mr. Black. It's good to see the East Shore Coven has come to offer such a deal with us." She glanced to the blonde and sighed a little. "As heir of the Black Willow Coven, Arya will accept your terms despite her bad manners." Arya's violent gaze turned to the woman as she stayed silent. The anger beneath her skin boiling. The young man found his gaze looking over the blonde he stepped forward and touched her chin. "It'll be well worth it. I think." He smirked a bit as Blake's icy gaze followed him. Still not a words left her full pink lips as his thumb ran over them. Pulling them apart slightly before he removed his hand and chuckled. "Well worth it. I must go, have plans to make. I do hope that Arya keeps herself... Well behave." He chuckled and then bowed his head taking taking his leave. That was when Arya turned to her mother. "HOW DARE YOU!" She snarled out looking at the woman. "East Shore coven? I want nothing to do with him, Him of all people!" She had tears in her eyes as the woman's cold gaze stared at her. "I don't care what you want Arya, you are my Heir and he is the only warlock brave enough to match you." She sighed and walked out to her daughter reaching out only to find her hand smacked away from the blonde. "You should not have given birth to me! I AM NOT A PET!" She screamed back, turning and taking off.<br/>
<br/>
How wrong she would end up being. She just wasn't owned by the right person yet.<br/>
<br/>
Arya ended up at a fellow witches house. "Carol!" There were tears in Arya's eyes as the redhead opened her arms. Hugging Arya for a bit, patting her back and head as she consoled her friend. "A fight with your mother again?" She purred out in a soothing voice. "Lets go out tonight?" She spoke softly and Arya nodded. "I can stay here a while?" Her friend only laughed and nodded. "Of course."<br/>
<br/>
That night Arya dressed up. Her skirt short, blouse nearly see through to her breasts. Angry did not suit the young witch very well, but she wouldn't let others decided for her. That wasn't how she worked. She'd do what she wanted. The club was loud, the music making it hard to hear. The drinks making her blood flow. That was when he had found her. Large hands on her hips as she tilted her head back to look up to the man. A grin crossed her face as she turned around hand crawling up his chest to around his neck. "Play with me Big Boy?" She led him to the bar and that's where they drank until she ended up on his hips, lips locked in his. Her heated kisses let him know she was enjoying it all. Each kiss was more aggressive, more needy. <br/>
<br/>
The shirt came off only to reveal perky breast and the way they bounced as she let out each wild breath. Her blue eyes locked onto his and at this point she was realizing just how not human he was. She loved it. The way he was hungry, aggressive. His eyes caught her attention before his hand tangled in her hair pushing her to a rather large bump. She hissed out at the aggressive yanks on her hair but she took it. "No more games, big boy." She let her hands crawl up his legs and slowly undo his pants pulling them down she let her tongue run over the boxers that could barely hold him in. She let her fingers crawl up and hook onto his boxers and pull them down. Letting her blue eyes take him in. She cocked a brow. So well endowed. Her fingers curled around his length and let her tip flick the tip. Not bad. Another flick then her fingers moved to let her lick the length of him before she took him all in her mouth. She was doing this for herself as well as the fact to stick it to her mother and this new man who wanted to be called husband. She sucked him harder her mouth and tongue working against his length.</span>