She sucked in a breath. “No.”
He set the metal pendant back in place, and a quiver raced along his spine at the bare touch of his fingertips on her breastbone. Through the thin material of her bodice, she felt her nipples tingle and tighten.
“That must explain it, then.”
She stared at him. “Explain what?”
His eyes glittered with more than just magical candlelight. “You must have cast a spell on me.”
The accusation sliced right through her midsection. “Is that what you think? That the only way I can get a man inside my house is with witchcraft?”
Not wanting to hear the answer, she jumped up from the settee. Her elongated shadow on the opposite wall gave a warped leap along with her before settling back down near where she stalked to the mantle.
William was beside her in a moment without her hearing him make a sound. “Of course not,” he said, setting a warm hand on her shoulder. “I was just making a joke to lighten the mood. You seem a bit nervous, like you’re having second thoughts about inviting me here. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
What the hell was she doing? She was trying to attract the man, not shove him away in an adolescent huff. Considering what this was about to cost him, he had the right to say anything he wanted. Just so long as he still buried his cock deep inside of her afterward.
She turned to him and found his fiery stare somewhat clouded, but still sensual enough to stir butterflies in her stomach. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to act so ridiculously sensitive.”
“I didn’t mean to sound so ridiculously insensitive,” he said. His hand dropped from her shoulder down her upper arm, almost in a stroking motion before it fell away. “Guess my sense of humor could use some, well, sense.”
“It’s fine,” she said, suddenly unable to face him. Why did he have to be so damned nice?
She hugged herself, her hands gripping her upper arms tight while she stared into the fireplace, wondering when she’d last remembered to sweep out the ashes. The grandfather clock standing nearby made an odd click and began chiming.
Joslynn stiffened. Samhain midnight. The veil between this world and the nether was all but lifted. At no other time of year would William’s sense of reality be thrown into such a vulnerable, dubious state. Convincing him she was a desirable temptress would never be easier than at this moment. It was now or never.
She drew some of the surrounding energy into herself, then turned to face his erotic gaze. She leaned close to William’s ear, where her whispered glamour would have the most impact.
When she felt magical energy like a firestorm of needles on her skin, she said, “You want me, William.”
There was no response while she stood almost pressed against him. For a moment she remained, feeling his body heat flame even hotter than the magic in her flesh. She allowed his scent to fill her head until the effect of his maleness was dizzying. It felt awkward, invading his space while he stood there like a statue. She took a step back and risked a look at his eyes. They captivated her even more now. The green had darkened to the liquid smoke of a churning sea. His tongue flicked out, and though it was apparently just to lick his lips in order to speak, she found the motion so damned sensual. Enticing.
“I do,” he said in a voice that seemed cautious, but not quite shaky. “I want you.”
She stared in shock while he reached out to her. His fingers lightly grazed along her throat, down to the pentacle still nestled between her breasts. Goddess preserve her, it was working. She could see in his eyes the deceptive sincerity of his desire. If only it were real. She felt the thin cotton of her panties grow damp and a pleasant, heavy throb pulse between her thighs. Joslynn hadn’t felt like this in ages. The desire between them might not be real for him, but it was for her. She was horny as hell and getting hotter for him by the moment.
She swallowed when he stepped closer, bridging the already negligible gap between them. “May I kiss you?” he whispered.
He bent to her lips and barely grazed them with his own. Although the curse had diminished the sensitivity on the right side of her face, William’s mouth lit a fire that sent a pang of sharp, desperate lust straight through to her clit. On the way down, the electric jolt hardened her nipples until they tingled. She let out a gasp of part shock, part desire and circled his neck with her hands. Her reaction seemed to ignite his need as well, and his tender lips grew desperate. He pulled her to him, almost crushing her against his powerful chest as his tongue swept between her lips. She opened gratefully, and when he flicked his tongue into her mouth, she moaned at his minty taste. His longing filled her mind and senses until she could barely think anymore.
His hands wandered from their bear hold around her upper back, sliding over her waist and hips until they came to rest on her ass. There, he groped her cheeks and tugged her against his crotch with an aggressive little growl. She matched that moan when she felt what he was now rubbing against her pelvis. His cock was so hard that pressing it into her almost hurt, yet it felt delicious. It felt like salvation. His erection fueled her lust until she felt wetness from her pussy soak through her underwear and slick her thighs.
His mouth nuzzled lower, nipping and licking at the hollow of her throat. His hands moved to her breasts, and she sucked in a sharp breath when he drew circles around her nipples with his thumbs. They hardened even more with his teasing, and though he tried to keep up the torment of avoiding the hardened nubs, she wriggled her torso to get his touch where she wanted it. His laugh as he gave in was deep and sexy, sending a shiver down her back. The flimsy fabric of her dress only heightened the feel of him rolling both nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The sensations he aroused in her set her entire spirit on fire, and she wanted his hands to keep working their magic forever. But they didn’t have forever. They probably didn’t even have an hour before her spell weakened enough for him to return to his senses.
She reached down to palm his cock through his tight jeans, amazed at how huge it felt through the denim fabric. Would it feel that big inside her? The thought ended what little patience she had left. She needed him to ride her hard and fast while the midnight moon still rode high in the Samhain sky.
“William,” she said against his lips. “Now.”
She pushed him backward until the two of them were again on the settee, but when she tried to tug him down, he shook his head. “I can’t.”
Joslynn froze. “Why not?”
“Not here. There’s no room on that tiny couch.”
She heaved out a sigh of relief, but a little shock of panic raced through her chest. It had to be here, where the spell had been drawn. The magic compelling him would lose its grip on him entirely once back in the bedroom. She couldn’t risk it.
“We’ll make it work,” she said. Then she stepped back and began pulling at the tie securing her wrap-front dress, and his eyes seemed to devour her when she shrugged off the garment and stood in nothing but skimpy cotton panties. She knew that whatever he might see from the neck up, the rest of her wasn’t likely to send a man running. Her breasts were full with taut, pink nipples, her waist was slender, and her thighs were shapely. None of it seemed to escape his notice, and her heart pounded with the decadence of standing almost naked in front of a stranger.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
She shut her eyes to fend off the prickle of tears his unexpected comment provoked. While they were still closed, she reached out and fumbled for his jeans zipper. He took the hint and helped her slide them off of him. When she stepped out of her panties, he went for her immediately. Their bodies rubbed together in a maddening sort of bliss while he kissed the breath out of her. The feel of their naked flesh sliding over one another somehow drove her to insanity and serenity at the same time.
“I have to have you,” she said through fevered kisses. “Now.”
With a none-too-kind push, she shoved him down onto the settee. Right before she straddled him, she
got a look at his smooth, muscled chest and red, thickly veined cock. It stood out a promising distance from his lap and twitched in apparent anticipation as she climbed onto his thighs.
“I suppose this is fitting,” he said.
“What is?”
“You riding me on top. I’d planned to make love to you nice and slow, with you beneath me. But if you’re going to do this to me, then you might as well do this to me.”
Her eyes narrowed at the words. “If I’m going to do what to you?”
“You tell me.” He arched and hissed out a breath as she slid down on his cock, and for a few blissful moments, all the jumbled thoughts and doubts in Joslynn’s head ceased. His steel-hard flesh inside her felt so hot and stretched her wider than she could remember being stretched. Her pussy clenched around him greedily, and her clit throbbed a demand that she shove his cock in and out with mad fury.
Both of them let out a groan when her bottom hit his thighs. “Whatever it is you’re doing,” he said through grit teeth, “keep it up. God, you feel good.”
His hips moved under her, and he reached up with what seemed some effort to take hold of her breasts. “Shit, I’m so exhausted all of a sudden,” he said. “But still on fire for you.”
She closed her eyes and began to rock herself back and forth, feeling the exquisite spikes of pleasure with every stroke of his cock in and out. When she leaned forward and pressed her breasts into his bare chest, she felt a new sort of heat that wasn’t nearly as pleasant. A few moments later, she couldn’t stand the burning sensation anymore and sat back.
William was wearing a marble-sized sachet, hanging from a black cord around his neck. She’d seen similar things in the mystical trade, and she gazed at it warily. “What is that?” she asked.
William glanced down and shrugged. “It belonged to my mother. She died last year, and I found it earlier tonight. It reminded me of her, so I wore it.”
Joslynn unclenched her jaw. “Oh.” She relaxed and slid herself up against William again.
The hot tingle where the pendant touched her returned. “What the hell?” She yanked back and gazed at the sachet. “That thing is hot.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“It is. I felt it.” When she reached out a careful hand, however, the tiny sac was only as warm as William’s chest.
“The only thing that’s hot in here is me,” he said, gripping her hips. “But you keep stopping before I can show you how much.”
She ignored him. “Take it off,” she said.
“No.” The tone was playful, but apparently serious since he resumed thrusting and ignored the request.
Fine. She’d make it a command. Joslynn closed her eyes and leaned over and whisper in his ear. “Take the pendant off so it can’t touch me.”
He pulled away and gave her the same smile he had when she’d glamoured him on her front porch. When he took hold of the necklace, she nodded. To her surprise, however, he simply swung the cord around backwards so the little fabric ball rested behind him.
“There,” he said. “Now it can’t touch you.”
She frowned, but the feel of his hands going back around to squeeze her ass altered her decision to pursue his sketchy obedience. His eyes closed and his head dropped back. “Your cunt is so damned hot and wet, Joslynn,” he said, and she couldn’t help herself. Hearing how much he liked her sex got her hips moving. “Yeah,” he went on. “Fuck me just like that. Back and forth.”
Joslynn complied, her pussy throbbing and the sensation of climax-building tension gathering in her pelvis. Soon, she was pumping herself up and down on him like life depended on it—which it did, in a manner of speaking. She fucked him so hard her breasts bounced up and down with each stroke. There was a slap each time her ass hit his thighs. Both of them grunted and panted, and William ground out dirty words of appreciation. Prickles of sweat broke out over her chest and forehead. Shit, she was so close to coming. Was he, too?
William’s head stayed flopped backward, his eyes closed, and he let go of her ass cheeks. “Jesus, it’s like you’re draining the life out of me,” he said, his arms limp at his sides. “I’m going to come so hard I may never be able to move again. But you feel so fucking good that I don’t ever want it to stop.”
The hex was draining him that much already? She clamped her lips shut and tried to ignore the thought as waves of impending orgasm spread through her pelvis. Oh, God, his cock inside her felt more than good—it wielded powerful magic. The weaker William seemed to feel, the stronger she became. She could conquer anything. Break any curse. Sex had never made her feel invincible before. She felt as though coming with this man inside her would catapult her into a new galaxy of awareness. She had to come, she was so close, and his grunts and words told her he was right behind her. This was it. She would be free of the torment of the past three years.
She tossed her head back and pinched her nipples, using her thigh muscles to piston herself on William’s cock. She had never wanted to come so bad in her life. It was just out of reach, climbing, taunting her with promise of a new life. Her body began to hum with energy, and she made a series of throaty, almost animal noises. William rallied a bit to the sound, though he still couldn’t seem to move.
“That’s it,” he said, each word stuttered out because of her thrusts. “Come for me. I want to feel you drench my cock with your cream before I explode. Do it now.”
The last was almost a desperate plea, and more than anything she wanted to comply. Let herself go, let the magic surrounding them shoot out into the universe and shatter the curse.
“Please, baby,” he was saying in a whisper that sounded more like half-conscious agony. “Make me come.”
She tried to pick up one of his hands and lay it on her breast, but it just fell back down.
“I can’t,” William ground out. “Sorry.”
Magic tingled through her skin, ready to break free and end this sexual insanity. Her life was about to change. The first ripples of orgasm licked over the top, ready to peak.
Then with a sudden shove and grunt, she pushed away from him and jumped to her feet. “No,” she said through heaving breaths. “I can’t.”
William opened his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“This.” She gestured at the two of them, trying not to stare at the glistening, swollen cock pressed against his stomach. “Me.” She turned to where she’d left her dress in a heap and snatched it off the floor to hold in front of her.
“What just happened?” William didn’t seem much closer to getting vertical again, but he’d managed to lift his head enough to shoot her a puzzled stare. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to let my hand fall away like that. It had nothing to do with you.”
Joslynn glanced away, studying a curled up seam in the wallpaper above the chair rail molding. “It had everything to do with me. You should go.”
Now William straightened up, pressing his fists into the firm cushions of the settee to scoot himself upright. “Joslynn. Don’t be mad.”
She clutched the dress to her tighter. “I’m not mad.” She sighed. “You just need to leave.”
“Why?”
After blinking and shaking his head as though he were clearing cobwebs, he managed to get to his feet. Good. At least she hadn’t permanently fucked him over, literally speaking. He was still erect, but his cock was flagging as he walked over to her. Jesus, but he was magnificent. Her magic must have been extraordinary to get a man like William to fuck her.
She tried to back away, but he took her by the arms. “Do you really want me to leave?”
Joslynn swallowed the truth. “Yes. Now. Before I change my mind.”
“Why?” His eyes searched both of hers, and she saw how that necessitated shifting his gaze higher on one side and lower on the other. “You were so damn good. I thought you were enjoying it, too.
“I’m not good,” she spat out. “That’s the point. You just thought you were enjoying it. But how could you?” She
yanked away from him, and her dress came away in his hands. “Look at me. You shouldn’t want to be here. No man would. I made you come.”
He shook his head. “Not yet, you didn’t.”
“I’m not joking. You’re a nice guy. Take the chance to get out of here and run while you can.” She clutched at her stomach to quell a wave of nausea at the thought of William lying lifeless on her prim, floral-covered couch because she’d literally fucked him to death. What then? Bury him in the backyard and go on as though it had never happened?
“If I hadn’t wanted to be here, I wouldn’t have shown up.”
“Yes, you would have.” She let out a deep sigh and held up her pentagram pendant. “I’m a witch, William. I glamoured you into coming back.”
“You didn’t glamour me.”
Why was the man in such denial? “I know it’s hard to accept that you were robbed of your free will, but it’s true.” She raised a hand, and the dress he still held snapped back to her. “I knew it was the only way a man could see my cursed face and still go to bed with me.”
“Maybe I saw something different in you.”
“All you saw was my magic. I’ve been glamouring you since the minute I saw you on my doorstep. I’m sorry.”
He shook his head and reached behind his neck to fiddle with the black cording he wore. He slid the fabric pendant around. “You mean like when you ordered me to take this off and I wouldn’t?”
She frowned, but didn’t answer. William dropped the pendant and folded his arms over his bare, hard chest. “I know you’re a witch. That’s why I wore this.”
Her frown deepened. “How do you know what I am?”
“It’s not exactly a town secret.”
She supposed that was true enough. And yes, there were whispered rumors as to how her face had come to be so scarred. Most believed one of her own spells backfired. Others said it was God’s punishment for witchcraft.
“And the pendant?” she asked.
“I wasn’t lying when I said it was my mother’s. She was a witch too. It’s a charm that creates a barrier against other witch’s magic.”
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