A Demon's Witch

by Tena Stetler

  She gasped as he lowered his body over hers, felt her breasts crush against the hardness of his chest, and quivered at his touch. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust deeply into her. His tormented groan encouraging her to tighten her legs, taking more and more of him deeper inside until she’d taken his entire length. The rhythmic slap of naked flesh against naked flesh was the only sound until the organism ripped through her. He thrust violently into her, filling her once more.

  Normally, he kept a leash on his dominant male demonic nature. Tonight, she’d snapped that tether and took all he had to offer and reveled in it. The electrifying thrill of it sent shivers down his spine. Both sated, they lay motionless savoring the feeling of their fire, passion and finally contentment.

  “We can’t stay here,” she murmured, her head cradled in his shoulder with his arm wrapped around her.

  “Sure we can,” he replied sleepily. “I locked the door, we won’t be bothered.”

  “But they’ll know we…”

  “Spent the night here, together. I don’t think that is a news flash. Everyone knows I’ve taken you as my mate and with the carnal nature of a demon, I will continue to do so as often as possible. Now can we get some sleep, or.” His hand slid between her legs caressing her swollen lips and teasing her still damp entrance. “Would you rather test my stamina?”

  She reached for him stroking his semi erect cock. “Hmmm, let me think about it.”

  ****

  They got up before dawn and drove to her apartment, showered and changed, then sat in the kitchen at the breakfast table, sipping coffee and hot chocolate. Willow walked into the room, rubbing her eyes and yawning widely. “You guys are up early, since you didn’t get in before two this morning.”

  “Keeping tabs on us?” Bruce said with a broad grin.

  “Well no, not exactly. Caleb didn’t leave until around two. So I was still up, kinda.”

  “Sure you were and I don’t want to know about it.” Angie held up her hand and rolled her eyes giving Willow a knowing smile.

  “We do have some things to discuss with you, have a seat,” Bruce said. “Angie made enough hot chocolate for you or there’s coffee in the pot.”

  “Oh, sounds serious.” Willow said flippantly then poured herself a mug of hot chocolate, tossed a few marshmallows in, and sat at the table pushing the marshmallows down into the hot chocolate only to have them bounce back on top. Her eyes blinked slowly as she yawned again. “Getting too old to keep these kinds of hours.” Grinning she looked from Angie to Bruce, then her grin faded quickly. “Is something wrong?”

  “Sort of, well we think so.”

  “Stop trying to sugarcoat it, Angie.” Bruce launched into the whole story leaving nothing out, ending with Willow and Angie would need to relocate to a safe place until it was over.

  Willow’s eyes went wide in horror as she blew out a breath. “And you expect me to just disappear without telling Caleb? No way. What about The Krystal Unicorn, we are having a fantastic first year.” She crossed her arms across her chest, set her jaw, and leaned back against the chair shaking her head vigorously. “This can’t be happening.”

  Angie took a sip of her hot chocolate, looking over the rim of her mug at Willow, giving her time to digest what they’d just told her. “I understand how you feel, but the fewer people that know the better.”

  “He can be trusted.” Willow insisted warming her cold hands on the warm mug of hot chocolate, she’d yet to taste.

  Patiently Bruce explained. “It’s not a matter of trust. If you tell him, you’re putting him in danger. They could use him as a pawn to get to you and Angie and then me. This will be a battle of mental strategy as well as magical abilities, physical strength, and dominance. I don’t intend to leave anything or anyone behind that could be used against me or divide my attention.”

  “What about Owen, Tobi, and the salon?”

  “They’ve been through this before and are prepared. Since we are still gathering intel, you’ve a bit of time.”

  “But aren’t Owen and Tobi a direct line to you?”

  “No.” He didn’t elaborate, the less she knew the safer she’d be.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The Lear jet landed on a private runway at Faa’a International Airport in Papeete, Tahiti, where a sleek white limo waited. Bruce tucked Angie’s hand in the crook of his arm as they descended the stairs from the plane to the tarmac. The driver, a pleasant looking muscular man stood beside the open door, Bruce nodded to him as they entered the limo and he closed the door behind them.

  Settling in the driver’s seat the man turned the key and the engine purred to life. The limo left the airport via a private road and turned onto what looked like a main road. “The smoke glass partition between them faded away. Nice to see you my lord, you’re looking well.”

  “Thanks Joab. How’s Lin, still keeping you in line?” Bruce said warmly.

  Joab glanced backward with an appreciative smile. “Yes sir.”

  “Cut the crap, it’s Bruce and you know it.” He put his arm around Angie. “This is Angie Shandie, she’s my mate.”

  “So it’s true.” His eyes met hers in the rear view mirror and he nodded. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Shandie.” He returned his attention to the road. “Andre and Matiah are looking forward to meeting you.” Smiling he said under his breath, “They didn’t think there was a woman alive that could tame him.”

  Unsure of whether he was talking to her or to himself she decided to set the record straight. “Well, I don’t know about that Joab, but we seem to be able to handle each other well enough so far.” She giggled as Bruce’s hand slipped down to tickle her ribs.

  “Yes ma’am.” With that, the partition between them reappeared.

  The limo took a wide curve and appeared to drive right into the side of a mountain. Before Angie could catch her breath, the vehicle plunged into darkness. Panic rose in her throat, she opened her mouth to scream just as Bruce leaned over and kissed her lips whispering, “It’s all right, just the magic boundary to my parents place. We’ll be on the other side in a moment.” As the words left his mouth, the darkness faded into a thick mist surrounding the limo. The vehicle continued on and the mist lightened then finally disappeared altogether, replaced by lush green foliage as far as the eye could see.

  A bluish-gray and rose stone villa with a decorative gated courtyard sat nestled in the center of the greenery. Waterfalls cascaded down the towering cliffs behind the villa creating a mist that floated above and behind the structure. The driver pulled the limo into a circular driveway stopping at the multihued stone path that meandered through the open decorative wrought iron gate and across the courtyard. Several panels of stained glass depicting a large golden dragon frolicking with a variety of faeries, wood nymphs, and water sprites adorned the arched front door.

  Angie was still coming to terms with the whole situation when the limo door opened. Bruce slid out and reached for her hand to assist her from the vehicle. She turned toward the villa door just as it opened. A tall muscular man with silver streaked sable hair stepped out, an older version of Bruce, and beside him, the most beautiful woman Angie had ever seen. She had light reddish blonde hair that hung in graceful curves over her shoulders, slight build and bright blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled.

  Rooted to the spot, Angie couldn’t take another step as fear and anxiety gripped her. Then his mother turned slightly to speak to his father and the tips of frosty white wings feathered with charcoal at the edges were just disappearing into her back, she shrugged her shoulders, like Willow did as her wings retracted. But Willow’s wings were nothing like these.

  Angie’s eyes rounded in utter astonishment as a soft gasp escaped her lips. “Oh my stars, your mother—she’s an angel!” she said louder than intended. Immediately her cheeks flushed and she lowered her lashes in an attempt to hide her embarrassment.”

  “She is.” He sprinted up the path dragging Angie behind him. “Relax, li’l
witch they’re looking forward to meeting you.”

  Composure restored, Angie planted both feet on the path, yanking him to a skidding stop. “Quit dragging me you big demon,” she said with a grin. “What do I call them? Lord and Lady, by their names or what?” she whispered a slight quiver in her voice.

  His dark amber eyes glittered with amusement. “Don’t use Lord or Lady unless you want to set my Father off. Address them as Andre, Matiah, or Mother and Father. Whatever feels right, believe me you can do no wrong in their eyes, they are thrilled to meet you.”

  “What if they don’t like me?” She gripped his large bronze hand in her two small creamy white ones while searching his eyes for reassurance.

  He encircled his arms around her drawing her against his warm chest. “They already love you, because I do. You can’t do anything to change that, so relax.”

  The color rose in her cheeks as surprise spread across her face, she quickly willed both away. This whole situation set butterflies loose in her stomach and her heart pounding. She drew in a deep breath, released it slowly caressing his cheek with her hand, then let her arm fall to her side.

  “Ready?” He guided her hand around his waist as he rested his other hand at the small of her back eventually moving it to just above her hip. “Let’s not keep them waiting any longer.” Smiling he brushed his lips across her still blushing cheek.

  Andre leaned toward his mate and whispered. “She’s nervous, he’s lovingly reassured her, who knew our arrogant son could display such tenderness?”

  “I don’t need a play by play, I can see with my own eyes,” Matiah chided Andre. “He’s always had that in him and just chooses to exhibit the arrogance he learned from you.”

  His father snorted then pretended to sneeze. Like father, like son, huh?

  “Exactly.” She tilted her smiling face up toward him.

  Seizing the opportunity, he swept her off her feet with his arm curved around her waist, lifted her to him, then his lips were warm and sweet on hers. “That’s not all I taught him,” he murmured against her lips. Loosening his hold, she slid down his taut body landing lightly on her feet. She turned only to be caught in her son’s embrace. He whirled her around and kissed her cheeks setting her down; he patted her back whispering, “You didn’t get them tucked in time.” Then with a raised brow, he said, “Arrogant? Have you forgotten I have preternatural hearing and I suspect Angie does also.”

  She shrugged and kissed his cheek. “I don’t try to hide anything, especially from family.”

  Bruce grinned and smothering a laugh said, “So we saw.”

  Angie stood beside Bruce extending a hand to Andre who took it pressing a kiss to her palm then turned it over and did the same to the back of her hand. “Welcome to the family,” he said in a deep smooth voice not unlike his son’s and tugged her into a strong embrace.

  “Thank you,” she said quietly as Andre released her.

  “My daughter.” Matiah said lovingly, stepping to Angie drawing her into a warm embrace. “I didn’t think this day would ever come.”

  Andre reached for Matiah’s hand gesturing toward the door. “Let’s all go inside, get you two settled, and then enjoy a glass of wine out back on the veranda, where you can watch the falls.” He winked at Angie, noticing her interest in the waterfalls.

  “That would be wonderful,” she said eagerly her hand held tightly in Bruce’s.

  Andre led them across the entryway tiled in white marble veined with turquoise to the rich wood floors of the living area. “We took the liberty of renovating your living space in the right wing of the house, once you told us the exciting news.” Andre said over his shoulder to Bruce. “We didn’t think she’d appreciate your bachelor pad paintings of naked women and various other items from your conquests.”

  Bruce grinned looking at his father. “I imagine you’re right, she wouldn’t appreciate it. We’ll just go on up and get settled. Meet you on the veranda in about thirty minutes.”

  Andre raised a brow and looked from his son to Angie, nodding. “No hurry, take your time.” The corners of his mouth turned up in a knowing smile.

  Shoving an elbow in his side, Matiah gave him a mild rebuke. “Don’t start.” She smiled over at Angie. “Join us when you’re ready.” She took Andre’s hand and led him through the room and out the double glass doors.

  “Lead the way.” Angie entwined her fingers with Bruce’s as her eyes wandered over the walls where a variety of watercolor paintings hung. The furniture was European, the wood polished to a gleam. A fireplace took up one entire wall, Angie’s violet eyes widened beneath raised brows. “A fire place in a tropical climate?”

  Bruce shrugged. “My mother is a hopeless romantic. She’ll turn the air conditioner up just so she can coax my father into building a fire and they can cuddle together in front of it.” He touched the small of her back and guided her to the right. “This way.”

  Torch shaped wall sconces flickered as they walked down the hall. Bruce opened an ornately carved wooden double door. Angie stepped into a sitting room where Polynesian art hung tastefully on the walls. Two white leather chairs separated by a frosted glass table with scalloped edges faced a maroon fabric love seat settled against the wall. A large orchid plant with deep purple flowers sat in the center of the table. Angie ran her fingers lightly over the smooth scalloped edges of the table as she admired the orchid. It was one of her favorite flowers, though she’d never been able to grow them herself.

  Bruce brushed past her through the arched doorway into the bedroom. She followed and found the room definitely masculine, a massive king size bed dominated the center of the room. Its four posters speared toward the mirrored ceiling.

  A slow seductive smile curved his lips as his warm amber eyes glanced around the room. “Well at least they left the ceiling intact. It always was my favorite part of this room.” Angie stirred his blood like no other as he imagined watching the mirrored images of their naked entwined bodies on the bed. His eyes burned with lust as they slid over her.

  “Oh, no you don’t. I want to freshen up and join your parents on the veranda. We can indulge our fantasies tonight,” she purred glancing up at the ceiling, and then stepping to him, she brushed her hand inside his partially unbuttoned shirt.

  He caught her wrist, pulling her to him curving his body against hers and laid his lips on hers warm and possessively. “Tease,” he hissed then sighed motioning toward the other end of the room. “Follow that curved marble wall, it opens into the bathroom. I imagine my mother made sure everything you need is there.”

  He stepped out the glass doors onto the small balcony that faced the white sandy beach. Several ocean birds screeched then swooped above and dived into the frothy waves. The light wind tousled his shoulder length hair as the cool ocean breeze, heavy with brine, wafted into their suite. Hip propped against the railing, he turned to gaze at Angie.

  She watched him a moment longer then followed the curved wall, letting her fingers glide along the smooth surface. It opened up to a large room with marble walls. Angie stood in awe as she spun around taking it all in. On one side of the room, several water nozzles, set at different heights, imbedded into the wall and the floor sloped to a small drain in the corner of floor.

  On the other, double sinks set in a white marble counter top with veins of gold running through it, heated matching tile floor and a tub big enough for both of them. A crystal vase with fresh bird of paradise blooms sat between the sinks. The mirror above the vanity reflected the rows of crystal jars filled with creams and lotions along with bottles of shampoos, liquid and bar soaps.

  Yes, his mother had thought of everything and I can’t wait to try it all, she thought, picking up a lilac colored jar and sniffing. A pleasant floral fragrance wafted in the air before she replaced the lid. She splashed water on her face and washed her hands before dipping her fingers into another jar of cream that smelled of orange blossoms, smoothing it over her hands. She ran a brush though her hair an
d deemed herself presentable. The large diamond paned window above the tub looked out at the waterfalls. She stood mesmerized watching the water crashing to the rocks below. There were bright orange birds of paradise growing between the moss-covered rocks and lush green foliage surrounding the area. Tall trees grew beside the falls creating the effect of a mini rain forest.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Bruce stood behind her, reaching out he ran his hands down her arms gently then turned her toward him. “Let’s join them, before I do something neither of us will regret.” He let his hand slide to her lower back and guided her out of the bathroom and toward the door.

  “That was quick,” his father said with a grin as they walked through the door and out onto the veranda.

  “Andre, I’m warning you. Now quit with the innuendos, you’re making Angie uncomfortable.”

  “What? I just meant.”

  “We know exactly what you meant. Now stop it.”

  “Angie didn’t want to keep you waiting, so I’m forced to wait until later.” Bruce chuckled and kissed her cheek.

  Matiah blew out a breath and shrugged her shoulders. “These two have always been incorrigible. I guess we’ll just have to live with it.” She leaned back against the chair, her wings unfurled on either side of the chair, the feathers ruffled by the light breeze. “Have a seat.” She gestured toward the double swing next to them as she handed Bruce and Angie a glass of wine.

  “This is absolutely spectacular, it takes my breath away.” Angie stood, her hands on the railing watching the falls for a moment then crossed the veranda and sat on the swing next to Bruce who put his arm around her shoulder. “Willow would love it.”

  “Your friend isn’t joining us?” Andre frowned and glanced from Angie to Bruce.

  “No, she decided to go to ground with her soon to be mate. She’s probably in Ireland by now, her family came from there generations ago, and she’ll be safe inside the faerie mounds beneath the hills in Ireland. Caleb will be welcomed there as well, I hope.” Angie chewed on her lip worrying about her friend.