I Want Your Hex

by Renee George

  "You certainly are," he agreed.

  I laced my fingers behind his neck. "Who's watching for the bad guys?"

  He smiled. "They can watch themselves for a minute."

  "Oh. It will only take a minute, huh?"

  Baz dipped his head and nipped my lower lip. "Maybe a little longer."

  "A girl can only dream."

  I squealed when he picked me up and swung me around, knocking the complimentary packaged soap off the vanity. “Cripes! This bathroom is tiny.”

  I rubbed my wet center against his stomach and kissed him right below the ear. "There's a perfectly good bed in the other room."

  "It'll take too long," Baz said. He kissed me, the heat of his mouth setting my libido on fire. He set me on the counter, spreading my legs with one hand, while his other sought my waiting heat. “You’re incredibly wet,” he murmured.

  "I'm incredibly horny," I said. After all, it had been never since the last time I'd had sex.

  “I'm incredibly lucky.” He slid a finger inside me, then two, sliding in and out, doing something tricky with his fingertips that sent shivers of ecstasy washing through my groin. I leaned back, my breath coming hard and quick as he kissed his way down my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and finally, dear Goddess... Finally!

  His tongue twirled and tugged, flicking and sucking my aching nub as his fingers continued to thrust inside me. I've had orgasms before. Like lots. I mean, I have multiple vibrators ranging from the bullet all the way up to Boogie Nights, and I've gotten really good at giving myself pleasure over the years. However, the tension in my body right now as it coiled and uncoiled, expanding and contracting, and threatening to explode was like nothing I'd ever experienced.

  "Up, up," I panted. "In me. In me now."

  I liked a man who could take orders, and I didn't have to tell Baz twice. He moved up my body and sank his tongue into my mouth as he impaled me with his rigid shaft.

  We both cried out as my necromancy unexpectedly washed over me until I could feel everything he was experiencing, and by the look in his eyes, I think the same thing was happening to him.

  "What is that?" he asked, his breath shallow and ragged.

  "It's me," I said. Then I shook my head. "It's us. Oh, Goddess," I cried out, as he drove his hips against me. My necromancy allowed me to feel the intense, frenzied ecstasy that Baz felt with every thrust, while also experiencing the gratification of being taken by a man I seriously could love.

  "Angharad," Baz said. "My beautiful Welsh princess. My queen." He kissed my neck, his tongue dancing over my pulse, his teeth grazing the skin, but never crossing the line to fang.

  But I wanted him inside me. All of him. "Bite me," I commanded. And he did.

  Endorphins rushed through me as my blood went into his mouth, into my mouth, and it was not about hunger, at least not the kind most thought about when it came to vampires. No, his bite was lust and passion. Desire in its purest form. I moaned as I stretched back to that more of his torso was touching more of mine. Baz moved from my neck to my breast, still moving inside me, and he bit down just above my nipple.

  An orgasm exploded inside me as Baz threw his head back, buried his shaft deep with one final thrust, and shattered to his own climax. Which, of course, sent me into another orgasm, trigging me to come again. It happened a few more times, in smaller less intense bursts, until the orgasms finally subsided.

  Baz and I collapsed in a sweaty heap on the sink, the faucet digging into my ass, as he slowly withdrew.

  His eyes were bright red when he finally looked up at me. "Is that what women mean when they say multiple orgasms?"

  I bit my lower lip then laughed. There was a hole in the wall behind him. "We're not getting our deposit back."

  Chapter Eleven

  Baz held me all night, well, in between a lot of snogging, and it was the most peace I'd ever felt. "Do you realize this is the first time I've ever been with anyone? My ability never allowed me a real relationship. Every other man I've ever even considered made my skin crawl whenever I felt any kind of desire for them. I can't keep my shields up when I'm in lust, apparently."

  "You're a virgin?" Baz asked.

  "That's your takeaway?" I laughed. "Technically, yes, I'm a virgin. I've never had a man or a woman pop my cherry. But here's the thing. Mechanical boyfriends never gave me the heebie-jeebies, so I guess you can say, I popped my own cherry many, many years ago."

  Baz grinned that secret grin that men sometimes did when they felt a sense of smugness.

  "All right, fang-boy." I patted his chest. "I'll let you have this one. You rocked my little virgin world."

  "I'll take it," he said and kissed my forehead.

  Baz was extremely good looking and didn't have all the magical hindrances that I did. I couldn't help but wonder about the string of women he must have had all over the place. "Do you have many lovers?"

  "Over the years," he said. "But not in the recent past."

  "How recent?"

  "Ten years ago, now. A vampire doesn't have the same desire for sex as for blood. Until you came along, I'd started to lose interest. That happens in vampires over a hundred years old. Apparently, the sex drive eventually goes completely dormant."

  "That's probably what makes old vampires evil," I said. "When you stop caring about sex, plotting to rule the world is the next logical step."

  Baz laughed. "You're probably right. My sire was pretty diabolical toward the end. But he was over a thousand years old by the time he had true death."

  "How did it happen?"

  "He decided he wanted to keep an alpha werelion as a pet. They both died in the taming process."

  "Ouch."

  "Uh huh." He stroked my hair.

  "How do you feel about me starting your heart?" I asked.

  "I'm not sure, yet. But mostly, I feel all right about it." He rubbed his belly. "The cookies were delicious, and I can't remember sex ever feeling quite that wonderful."

  "If your body is alive, does that mean you're not a vampire anymore?"

  "I still have fangs, and my ability to mesmerize is intact. Also, feeding healed my wounds, so I'm pretty sure the thing that makes me a vampire is still alive in me as well."

  "I'm still sorry. You shouldn't have life-altering choices made for you by a reckless necromancer."

  "A reckless necromancer who did it because she thought I was dying a true death." He brushed my lips with his. "If it had been you, and I had the ability to bring you back from the brink of death, I would do it."

  I smiled. "You did do it," I told him. "In the cave. You kept those breaths in your lungs so that I would have a last chance when the air finally ran out."

  "It was a little thing."

  "It was everything," I corrected him. "And if I didn't say it before. Thank you."

  "Do you think Dee and your partner are with the others at Gigi's safe house?"

  "I hope so. You really care about her, don't you?"

  "I love her," he said plainly.

  "Were you two an item once? Is that why you chose to turn her?"

  His smile thinned, and he shook his head. "No. Dee is my child."

  "I understand the whole sire-vampling relationship. What was she before that?"

  "My child," he said again. "From before. When I was still human. I married a lovely girl named Solbetta. She had been arranged for me by our parents. She was earnest. A little serious, but likable. So, I agreed to the marriage. She got pregnant in our second year together but died during childbirth. I gave her the name Desma. My pledge to Solbetta that I would care for the babe until the day I died."

  "And then you died," I said.

  He nodded. "I watched Desma grow into a wild and wonderful child. She got her mother's eyes, but my rebellious streak. When she was twenty, my father, who had been raising her, offered her up to a neighboring rival as a way to form a truce. Desma began to whither. I couldn't stand to watch, so I offered her a way out."

  "She was only twenty w
hen you turned her?"

  "No, she left with me from my father's estate, but wasn't ready to take the turn for another eight years."

  "Does she know she's your daughter? Your real daughter?"

  He nodded. "But she has also been my closest friend."

  "I'm glad she made it out of the car," I said.

  "I'm glad your friend Time Bomb is safe as well."

  The phone on the nightstand lit up as a harsh braaaaang! sounded, reminding me this was no time to be caught with my pants down.

  I scrambled from the bed, tugging my clothes on, while Baz answered the call.

  "Yes," he said. "Okay. I'll meet you in the parking lot." He hung up the phone.

  "Was that the sweaty manager?"

  Baz shook his head. "It's my uncle. He's here with an escort to take us to safety."

  "Your uncle?"

  "Rogerio," Baz said. "He's one of those thousand-year-old vampires we were talking about. He was first in line after my father, and now, if it's true that I'm am the last of my father's line, then Roggerio is first in line to the throne after me."

  "Don't forget that an aged-out libido means they have to get their jollies elsewhere." I gave him a what's up nod and sniffed. "World domination, baby."

  Baz chuckled, but not like he found my observations amusing.

  "Do you trust him?"

  "He's family," Baz said.

  "Yeah, but do you trust him?"

  Baz was quiet for a moment.

  "I'm going to take that as a no." I put on my weapons vest and loaded it up with the gear I'd taken from the bunker. "Do you think he's working with the Saturn assholes, or is he simply taking advantage of a bad situation?"

  "Most likely the latter," he said.

  I threw my arms around him. "I won't let anything happen to you," I told him.

  He cuddled me back. "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

  "If it makes you feel better," I said. More seriously, I added, "I don't want this to be the last time I'm in your arms."

  "Don't worry," he said. "I won't let anything happen to me either."

  "That actually makes me feel better."

  "Chances are, my uncle is here to help. I might be paranoid."

  "Paranoid is a sane man's fire alarm," I said.

  "What's that supposed to even mean?"

  "It means it's not paranoia if people are out to get you."

  "How do we play this?" he asked.

  "I'm muscle," I told him. "You're the team leader. You give me some ass to kick, and I'll kick it."

  "I told him I'd meet him out back, but if he's here for a nefarious purpose, he'll most likely have someone watching the front of the motel. Wait for a count of one minute before you leave. Stay low. I'll leave the door open, so they won't see it swing when you exit."

  I nodded. "Let's do this."

  It was dark out, and the outdoor lights on the second-floor walkway cast a myriad of shadows. Vampires were excellent at hiding in the shadows.

  I hunkered down the floor near the door with a silver fragment grenade. It wouldn't kill any rogue vampires, but it would slow them down. I threw up my shields, not wanting to risk another meltdown of my ability without Baz near me, and waited for a minute, well, thirty-nine seconds, which in my estimation was close enough. Then I low crawled out the door, trying to blend with the shadows like a master vamp, and doing fairly well at it.

  Or so I thought.

  "You," a man said from the stairwell. "Stand up." He was holding an AR-15 assault rifle, so I did as I was told. I was fast, but not fast enough to outrun a spray of bullets.

  "I think I dropped a contact," I said lamely. "There it is." I pretended to pick something up from the concrete walk before I stood, but really, I'd pulled the pin on the grenade. "See I said," holding up the ring with my non-dominant left hand. "Here it is." With my right hand, I gave the grenade a toss then I ran as the explosion shot silver everywhere. The man with the gun screamed, bullets ripping into the air briefly before he went silent.

  It wouldn't take long for the vampire to recover, so I ran past him. Only, he wasn't moving at all, and there was so much blood. A lot more than I expected with a vampire unless he'd drained a whole human right before he'd arrived. His eyes were open, his pupils fixed and dilated, and not a drop of red in them. This was not a vampire. The man wore a ring on his right middle finger, silver, confirming again. Not a vampire. There was the same Akkadian writing we'd seen in the cave.

  "Oh, Baz," I whispered. It wasn't just his uncle who'd found us. The Saturn boys had probably been tracking the old man the entire time, and the fool led them straight to us. I dug the satellite walkie-talkie out of my bag. This wasn't a coup d'etat. It was an ambush.

  I held down the mic button. "Two Ninety. State Route W. Boonville, Missouri. Agent Drag Jones requires back-up. Unknown number of hostile vampire hunters and possible hostile vampires at location. Translocate one mile out and come in silent. Out."

  I sighed with some relief when Gigi's voice sounded through the speaker. "On our way. Out."

  Now that the cavalry was coming, I made my way around the backside of the hotel to the no longer empty parking lot. Baz and his uncle stood inside a circle of armed men who didn't seem to be threatening them. On the contrary, they appeared to be protecting them. They must have heard the grenade blast and gone on the defensive.

  "Take him!" the man in the circle with Baz shouted. "Take them all."

  A slew of men in green and brown camouflage gear poured out from the trees that backed up to the hotel into the well-lit parking lot. The vampires in the circle acted as if they were frozen in place as five guys in hooded robes walked out from the crowd of hunters. They raised their arms, and I saw glowing letters cut into their skin as their sleeves fell away.

  I opened myself a little to their power, and under the current of human buzzing, I felt a brief moment of joy that magic so perfectly, for once, matched the harmony of my own. My joy was short-lived. These were necromancers, not my people. My people consisted of my team and Baz.

  And these asshats wanted to kill my people.

  Chapter Twelve

  I don't know who was more surprised, me, the necromancers, or Baz's uncle when Baz punched Rogerio in his handsome, smug face. I don't think they expected Baz to be able to resist their undead binding spell, but Baz was no longer undead. He was alive and fighting in the most glorious manner. I was captivated by his fluid grace as he took on the eight hunters who had charged him.

  "That's my guy." I ran to the staircase, eager to jump into the fight. But then I realized, most of the bad guys here were not vampires, which meant, my witch magic was sufficient to take them down. I readied a fireball in both my hands and lobbed them toward the panicking unit of men. Screams and cries of pain rose up like a chaotic chorus, and frankly, I could listen to it all day. But I wouldn't. These were dumb ass humans on a dumb ass quest, and if they could run, I should probably let them.

  But not the bathrobe guys, they were part of my world, which meant, they had to live by supernatural rules. First, do no harm. Wait, no, that was doctors. It was something like that, and while they might not be witches, they were definitely doing bad shit and needed to be stopped.

  I threw two more fireballs in the directions of the necromancers, but my defensive magic bounced away from them when they waved their hands as if they were swatting at plastic bubbles.

  "Well, screw a gnome." That hadn't worked at all.

  "The net!" I heard a woman screech. "Stretch it wide enough to cast!" I looked up to where the voice had come from and saw, to my utter amazement, Shirley Brothers riding a broom. She was holding one corner of a silvery woven net, and the other three corners were being held by three other council witches. "Drop it now!" Shirley commanded.

  The net dropped covering all five of the necromancers, who tried without success to break free.

  "Now, now, now!" Shirley yelled.

  That must have been the rallying cry, because Time B
omb, in full bear-scary, roared around the corner of the motel, pouncing on top of necromancers, stomping and clawing over the net without mercy. Baz staggered forward. His hand clutching his heart, and my stomach sank as blood, lots of it, covered his shirt.

  "Baz!" I leaped over the second-floor railing and hit the parking lot at a run. Gigi and Monty, along with a really tall, dark-haired stranger were effectively dispatching and corralling the Saturday crazies. The vampires that had been frozen were free now, but they looked too confused to be of any use.