Wicked After Dark: 20 Steamy Paranormal Tales of Dragons, Vampires, Werewolves, Shifters, Witches, Angels, Demons, Fey, and More

by Mina Carter

  “I’m on it. If Luke hasn’t already spilled the beans.” His brother smiled at him, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, there was a sliver of happiness behind his dark eyes. Remington traced away.

  “If you need to stay here, Roark, we will.”

  Roark pulled her in his arms. “What? No. Never. You belong up top. In the sunshine. With your family.”

  “You are my family now.”

  Roark didn’t want to let Kayley go, even for the short time it would take to step through the portal her father had left open. He wanted to meld her to his very soul so he would never be alone again. Stroking his thumb over the corner of her lips, he urged her mouth to open. He bent his head, taking her lips in a kiss meant to show her just what she meant to him. The whole damn world. She welcomed him inside. Their tongues, tangling and tasting. He tucked her between his thighs to hold her close. The touch of her breasts, her supple thighs made his cock swell. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer. He rubbed along her mound, hurting. He wanted her naked. Now.

  His fingers slid into her hair, cupping the back of her neck. Again and again he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, trying to eat her alive. Damn, she was as addictive as any heavenly ambrosia ever could be. And she was his. The realization hit him all at once. She was his and he could have her any time he wanted her.

  He pulled back, looking at her, his eyes drinking her in. “Baby.”

  “Has anyone very told you that you are a very, very, very good kisser?” Kayley’s legs shook and her pussy was drenched with want by the time the kiss was over.

  “No one that mattered.”

  Roark smoothed the hair from her face as she stared up at him. He was so damn handsome he usually made her want to cry from his beauty. Today, she wanted to cry from the look of love pouring out of his gaze. “And I matter?”

  “God, yes, Kayley. Haven’t I shown you that?” A humbleness in his voice soothed her soul. It was worth everything they’d suffered in the last few hours.

  “You have, Roark.” Closing her eyes, Kayley melded her lips to his, giving him every ounce of love she had in her soul. He didn’t move, didn’t react for a moment. Then, she felt the softening of his muscles beneath the palms of her hands. His lips beneath her mouth. She pulled back and saw the golden streaks in his dark eyes once again.

  “Now this is my kind of magic,” Kayley whispered, smiling up at the demon who had stolen her heart.

  ONE MONTH LATER…

  Kayley stood inside the huge walk-in closet of her new house, trying to decide what to wear. Usually she wore her most comfortable jeans and oversized sweater for Thanksgiving dinner. This year was different. This year, she was meeting Roark’s parents for the very first time. She was still overwhelmed to find out her mother-in-law was an angel. It certainly explained the Conroy boys’ heavenly good looks.

  “What are you doing, Kayley?”

  She turned to see Roark propped against the door.

  “Trying to decide what to wear.” She smiled at him, still unable to believe this was now her life. A month ago, she’d bemoaned the fact she was going to celebrate All Hollow’s Eve alone, again. Now she had a demon of her very own.

  He moved, wrapping his arms around her middle. “What do you usually wear to Thanksgiving dinner? You didn’t say anything about your family dressing up for the holiday, baby.”

  “No, we usually don’t, but —”

  “No, buts.”

  “Your parents are going to be there.”

  “And your parents are going to be there.”

  “Yeah, but you’ve met my parents already.” She knew she had him there, even though his first meeting with her father hadn’t been under the best of circumstances.

  “Well, we still have an hour before we need to be there.”

  “And it will take me that long to decide.” She was nervous about this meeting. If his parents didn’t like her…

  His arms tightened around her when she started to pull away. He lifted one hand and slid his fingers through her hair, tilting her head to the side. “I thought maybe we could spend the time doing something else.” He nibbled along the length of her throat.

  “Oh, what did you have a mind, demon?”

  “A little of this, a little of that.” He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. They had bought a house not far from Kayley’s parents. Roark was still doing retrieval work for Luke, this time on a paying basis. He’d wanted her to quit her job, but she decided she needed to stay for a little while longer. She smiled thinking of the Christmas present she would give him this year. If she managed to keep her secret until then.

  He put her down on the bed. He’d just come home from work and was still wearing the leather pants and vest that looked so damn sexy. He pulled the oversized t-shirt she wore over her head and unfastened her bra. In seconds, she was naked and he was sucking her breasts. Her nipples tightened as the room’s cool air teased her wet flesh. She licked her lips as he took off his clothing. His cock, long and thick, saluted her from a thatch of dark hair. His scrotum hung full and heavy beneath.

  She didn’t stop to think, she simply acted on instinct. She moved to the edge of the mattress, sitting between his legs. She slid one fingertip down the length of his cock, wrapping her hand around him, or trying to. He was too wide for her fingers to fit around him completely. She tugged him forward until his knees almost touched the mattress. She stroked him up and down, loving the feel of his hot cock against her hands and fingers.

  This wasn’t just any male, any lover — this was her demon. Keeping her hand on him, she leaned forward and pressed kisses onto his beautifully sculpted chest. She teased her tongue against his nipples as he had done for her, sucking and nipping, licking. His cock surged in her hand. She wrapped her fingers just a little tighter.

  She kissed her way down his belly to the outside of his hips, stopping to lick and suck his skin along the way, marking him. She looked up at him as she swiped her tongue on the dripping end of his cock. When she pressed her tongue against the slit, he groaned. His cock swelled even more. She thrust her tongue against his slit again, twisting her hand as she stroked him up and down.

  She was dripping wet from her administrations to his body, totally turned on by his taste and the velvet heat of his cock against her tongue.

  “If you’re going to suck it, suck it,” he growled as he buried his fingers in her hair. She felt the sharp bit of pain and more cream poured from her body. She caught another drop of moisture on the tip of her tongue before steadying his dick, holding him around the base. Yes, he was a two-handed job. She knew she wouldn’t get half of his length down her throat, but she would certainly give it the old college try. She giggled as she took him in her mouth.

  That tore another growl from him. She bobbed her head up and down his length. What she couldn’t take in her mouth, she stroked with her hands. She wanted him satisfied. Satiated.

  “More,” he ordered. She felt the steel touch of his fingers on the back of her head. So far, she’d been in charge, free to take things as far as she wanted to. Now, he demanded more. And she gave it to him. She opened her mouth wide and took him down her throat. When she could take him no further on her own, he pushed the back of her head again. “Relax, baby. Take me down your throat. Take all of me, Kayley.”

  His fingers were harsh but his words held a note of desperation that made her want to please him even more. She deep-throated him and his cock swelled.

  “Now, Kayley.”

  She knew he was warning her he was about to come. The warm wash of his release flowed over her tongue and she swallowed his seed. When he was done, she pulled away, licking her lips. He tasted salty. And delicious.

  “On your back.”

  She obeyed, cat-walking on her hands and knees as she made her way back to the top of the mattress. She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Are you sure that’s how you want me?” She fell down, stomach first, stretching out.


  “Do as I say.” A sharp slap to her buttocks had her gasping in protest but obeying him.

  She turned over and watched him as he continued to stand at the foot of the bed. He stroked his cock as he watched her. Despite coming, he was still long and hard. Deciding to tease the demon a little more, she bent her legs, letting them fall to the sides, exposing her pussy. She knew it glistened with her juices. Sucking him off had turned her on. She pinched her nipple with one hand and the other traveled down the rise of her stomach to her core. She was no longer worried about the curves she thought she had in all the wrong places. Roark said that they were just right. Her finger found her slit and she rubbed up and down, closing her eyes. Adding another, she slowly circled her clit, pulling and pinching her nipple.

  “Tell me what you want, baby.”

  She closed her eyes, savoring this moment of perfection. Opening them, she stared straight into his. “I want you in me. I want to feel every inch of you pushing inside me, taking me.”

  “Kayley.” He dropped on top of her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close.

  “I need you, Roark,” she whispered against the stubble-roughened skin of his jaw. “I need you so much.”

  His mouth captured hers in that hard and demanding kiss that she loved so much. Roark braced on one arm to keep his weight off her. He stroked his other hand over her breasts, down the curve of her hips. With no more hesitation on her part to give him full access to her body, his hand found its way to her mound, teasing the patch of curls guarding the secrets of her femininity. He explored her further, running his finger lightly along her pussy lips. “You are so wet for me, baby. So fucking wet.”

  She was wet for him. Ready for him to claim her, make her his. She shuddered beneath his touch, arching her hips up, trying to get him to penetrate her hole. Something. “If you’re going to do it, do it, damn you,” she moaned, throwing his words from earlier back into his face.

  He rose to his knees and clasped his hands behind her knees, pulling her to him. The move widened her legs and tilted her hips to meet him. He pressed the head of his cock to her sopping opening. He penetrated her in a hard and punishing thrust.

  Kayley grinned up at him and Roark felt his heart beat fully for the first time in decades. Thanks to this little, curvy witch. With each stroke in and out of her body, he felt as if he’d never touched another woman before. She was the beginning and the end of his life.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Hell, no.” She tried to grab him as if she could make him move faster. “More. Give me more.”

  “Oh, yeah, baby.” He grinned as he fell forward, catching himself on his hands. His body arched into hers. “Look at us, look at me taking you.” He’d never seen such a wonderful sight as her pussy lips stretching to accept his girth. His cock was swollen and tight, the head, when he allowed it to leave her body, a purpling red. He was ready to explode again. She was growing tighter, climbing higher and higher with him.

  “Come with me, Kayley. Come for me.” He reached between them, found her clit, and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. She screamed as she climaxed, drawing her nails down his back and marking him. He found the skin above her left breast and bit into her flesh. The hot, heavy stream of his seed jettisoned inside her, marking her womb as he marked her flesh.

  He threw back his head and roared, shaking the walls of their new house.

  They were considerably more than an hour late to Thanksgiving dinner, but no one seemed to mind.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR…

  Marie Mason has always known, somewhere deep in her soul, that being a writer was what she was born to be. Thanks to the new and exciting world of self-publishing, Marie is finally able to make her dream come true. Part two of the dream is to be a full-time writer, spending the wee hours of morning creating new and exciting characters for her readers. That part might take a little longer.

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  The Witch, The Wolf and The Vampire

  Book 1

  By

  A K Michaels

  © 2013 by A K Michaels All Rights Reserved

  This book, or any portion thereof, may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission by the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  DEDICATION

  I would like to dedicate this book to my husband and daughter for their support in my writing. Giving me the confidence to follow my dream. Something I thought I would never do – so thank you very much. I love you dearly.

  Also a particular mention to two special people – Colette Wills and BreAnna Eichhorn. Their kind words gave me a boost just when I needed it. Thanks girls!

  Chapter 1

  Peri was tired, she had been following this deadbeat for days. Finally she was near. Her spell had worked and she was closing in, thank God.

  She needed the money she would get for the bounty, her funds all but gone. She was going to have a nice rest, after this one. She was sick of dealing with these lowlifes. She was fed up of the bruises, too, she was still healing from the run-in she had with this creep’s neighbor.

  It had to be done, though. She needed something personal of the guy’s, so she could track him. When the drunk neighbor found her rummaging through the few possessions in the dingy apartment, she wasn’t sure who was more surprised, her or him.

  The guy had been huge, but luckily for Peri, it was all blubber and not muscle. After a bit of a tussle, she had him down and out, not before he had thrown her against the filthy kitchen counter top, though. She had a lovely big bruise along the top of her butt.

  She could’ve used her magic to heal herself, but she didn’t like to abuse the power she had. Plus, the more magic she used, the easier it was for others to track her. Ones that she so did not want to find her. So she would get this guy and move on, again. Always moving, always looking over her shoulder.

  One suitcase of clothes was all she had, she always went everywhere traveling light, she never knew when or if ‘they’ would catch up with her.

  She had her car and a suitcase of clothes...shit, that was pitiful. She shook her head, better than the alternative.

  She was cold waiting outside for her target. He was inside probably getting drunk. She hoped so, drunk ones were always easier for her to take down. They were always so sure of their male prowess in front of a slim girl. Not once did they expect what they got from her.

  A cold, hard smile came over Peri’s face. She thought she would give this one a couple more hits, just for making her wait in the cold.

  Vegas. Again. Why do all those shits run here? She had been in Vegas for the last three out of four deadbeats she tracked down. Vegas was fine if you were here for fun. If you had the cash to have fun that was. She had never had any fun in Vegas, not once.

  Peri looked at her watch, again, wishing the shit would just leave. She had the number of the ‘official’ bounty hunter she worked with on speed dial. As soon as she had the guy, he would pull himself out of his nice hotel room and come pick him up, letting her do all the work for half the money.

  It rankled her, but she had no other option. She had to stay under the radar, paid in cash, no bank accounts, no paper trail. It was a hell of a way to live.

  Her attention had wandered, and it took her a few seconds to realize her guy was leaving with another in tow. Shit. Two. Oh well, here we go. Peri took a deep breath and moved out from the large garbage dumpster she had been behind.

  “Hey – Ross Simpson! I’m taking you in, hands behind your back!” Peri moved towards the two men, both looking at her now with shock and more than a little amusement on their faces.


  “Aw shucks, little lady, why don’t we have some fun instead,” the larger of the two men drawled. Not her guy, she ignored him.

  “Ross Simpson – I won’t say it again, hands behind your back!” Peri pulled out the plastic ties she used and walked on, now near.

  Her guy cursed and the other laughed. “Are you shitting me? You think I’m gonna let you take my friend here, go away before you break a fingernail!” The large guy was now frowning in annoyance at her intrusion.

  “Not going to happen, I’m taking him in. Sorry, but I need the money.” Peri smiled and her smile took them off guard. It was all she needed.

  Her spell was in her mouth and spilling forth before they took another breath, and she took down the larger, mouthy one first. He flew backwards, hit the wall hard, and slumped down, a surprised look on his face.

  “Ross – hands, now!” Peri was shouting now, and she saw the moment he decided to fight. Not again. Peri thought, why don’t they ever come quietly? Ross’s hand shot out and punched her, landing on her shoulder instead of her face. It hurt and she was now getting angry. If that had landed, he would’ve busted some teeth, and she couldn’t afford to get them fixed.

  Peri used her power as a Witch and her martial arts together, having done this numerous times before. She struck out with her leg down low, a side sweep, and Ross went down. As he tried to grab her, she used her power to throw his hand aside, shock evident on his face.

  Peri jumped on top of him and punched him in the face. She heard his nose crack, and she thought she had broken a knuckle or two. Shit. That hurt.

  Quickly, and with practiced ease, she had him turned over and her plastic restraints on him. She pulled him up and started to walk to her car, pulling her phone out to call the bounty hunter. All she said was “Done!” and hung up, knowing he would be there soon.

  It was at that moment she realized she had a problem, a big problem.