by Shara Lanel
“What would happen if you leave the house?” Her fingers continued on a path around his hip and down his thick thighs.
“Sweetheart, you keep doing that, and I won’t be able to answer any questions. My mind won’t be able to function.”
She grinned sheepishly and held her hand still on his thigh. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like it when you touch me.” He kissed her forehead, sending goose bumps along her flesh. “If I left the house, I would cease to exist. I can go out on the terrace or the roof of the tower, but nowhere else outside the walls.”
“I’ve never been in the tower. Rene kept it locked.”
“That’s where all the paintings of me are hidden. Tomorrow, we’ll go up there and have dinner on the roof. It has a beautiful view of the town and surrounding grounds. I spend hours up there just staring off into the distance. More than once I’ve contemplated jumping, just ending it. But thoughts of Rene and Kimberly always stopped me. If I ceased to exist, so would they, and they deserve to be set free.”
“It must be so hard for you,” she whispered against his chest. Placing a kiss between the valley of his pecs, she inhaled his musky scent and moved to place another kiss at his nipple. Her tongue circled it before taking it into her mouth and suckling.
A deep moan rumbled through his chest, and he buried his hand in her hair, pulling her closer. With a light shove, she pushed him to his back and climbed over him, her mouth working a path down his stomach to the dark patch of hair nestled at the base of his thick shaft.
God, the man was magnificent. Thick and long, and hard as a rock. Her fingers feathered down his velvety length, then cupped his balls.
Scooting down, she licked him from the base to the tip, slowly circling the head. Air hissed out through his teeth, and she glanced up at him before doing it again. She’d never taken anyone as big as him in her mouth, but for some reason she had to taste him, had to feel his throbbing cock buried in her throat.
She grasped him at the base and brought him toward her mouth. She swiped her tongue across the tip, then softly blew against him. His hips bucked, and he growled. Feeling encouraged, she did it again before wrapping her lips around him.
Drake moaned and buried his hands in her hair. Whether he was trying to pull her closer or push her away, she wasn’t sure. Relaxing her jaw, she took him deeper, reveling in the groans she could hear rumbling in his chest. Damn, the man was thick.
Pulling away from him, she gave her mouth a rest and worked her hand up and down his cock. He was such a contrast—soft velvet over hard steel. He was magnificent and she had to have him!
Rising above his hips, she straddled him and slowly slid down his length. His hands at her hips held her steady as he bucked, sheathing himself deeper. She gasped as he stretched and filled her, taking the very breath from her lungs.
Drake didn’t know how much longer he could control himself. How much longer he could keep from ramming himself into her over and over. She was utter perfection, and he would give his soul to stay like this forever.
Dropping her head back, she slowly began to move, rocking her hips. Her hair feathered along his thigh with her movements, and he cupped her breast with his palms. He kneaded them, weighed their fullness, and plucked her nipples. Anything to keep his mind off blowing apart inside her.
Sitting up, he cupped her head and pulled her to him for a kiss. His other hand held her hips still while his tongue plundered her mouth. It always amazed him that he could taste her, for he hadn’t been able to taste anything for almost four hundred years. She was so sweet, so exotic, and he feasted. She moaned, trying to move her hips against him.
“Shhh, my sweet, Jordan,” he whispered against her lips. “I just want to feel you around me … the heat of you seeping into me.”
Her small hands gripped his shoulders, kneading the muscles, and his fingers began a little exploring of their own. Up her back, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his touch. He tugged at her thick hair, exposing her throat, and his teeth sank into the sensitive flesh behind her ear. She shivered in his arms, and he held her tighter.
“Drake, please,” she moaned and wiggled her hips.
He rolled her to her back, keeping their bodies merged. With a shift of his hips, he drove deep, capturing her scream with his kiss. Again and again he thrust, as her legs wrapped around his waist forcing him deeper, hugging him to her.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed, as her whole body tensed. Drake groaned and let himself fall with her, his cock emptying itself deep within her tight channel along with his very soul.
* * * *
Celeste stood at the foot of Nina’s bed. Her short red hair splayed against the white pillow, and Celeste grimaced. A redhead. She hated red hair.
Celeste had felt her powers the second she’d walked into the house, but she’d waited, biding her time. This Nina girl was powerful, but she wasn’t powerful enough. In spite of all those protection spells, she hadn’t once thought to protect herself. And that would be her downfall, as well as Drake’s.
Spreading her arms, Celeste whispered a spell and her body began to float above Nina’s, almost nose to nose. Nina opened her eyes and gasped just as Celeste entered her body, taking over her mind.
With a smile, Nina settled back into the covers. It had been so long since she’d felt cotton this soft. She sighed and closed her eyes, wiggling her naked body.
“Tomorrow Drake and his little strumpet will be in for quite a surprise,” she mumbled, then giggled. “And there will be nothing this little earth witch can do about it.”
Chapter Ten
“Good morning,” Jordan sang with a smile, as she walked into the kitchen.
Nina sat at the table, a frown on her face as she stared at Jordan. “Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine this morning.”
Jordan glanced at her friend in surprise while pouring a cup of coffee. “What’s wrong? Didn’t sleep well?” she asked, as she took the seat across from her.
Nina was normally cheerful in the mornings. Sometimes too cheerful. Jordan never understood how someone could be so happy so early in the morning. The surly, angry attitude emanating from her this morning was definitely not typical Nina.
She cleared her throat and set her cup back down on the table. “Sorry. Just tired this morning. I have a slight headache.”
Jordan raised an eyebrow at her friend’s unusual attitude, but shrugged it off. She’d had too good a night to dwell on it too much.
“Sleep well?” Nina asked.
“What little sleep I got was okay, I guess.”
When Nina didn’t comment, just continued to stare at her eggs, Jordan frowned. “Honey, you must really feel bad to let that comment go by without remark. Have you taken anything for your headache?”
Nina shook her head. “No. Not yet.”
Jordan stood and walked over to the cabinet, pulling out the aspirin bottle and handing three to Nina. “Here, take these.”
“What the hell is that?” Nina asked, her brow creased in a scowl.
“Aspirin,” Jordan replied. “What did you think it was, sugar cubes? What’s with you this morning?”
Celeste racked her brain for something to say. Her head pounded furiously. It had to be Nina doing it somehow. Nina’s spirit was fighting her possession. With a trembling hand, she took the aspirin and quickly swallowed them. Jordan watched her intently, making Celeste nervous. She couldn’t raise Jordan’s suspicions yet. It was too early.
“What do you have planned for today?” Nina asked.
“Drake and I are going to have dinner later on the tower roof.”
Dinner on the tower. How sweet.
Inside Nina’s body, Celeste fumed. How dare this woman come along and steal the man she loved. The man who belonged to her. She would take care of the little thief later, and finally make Drake hers, forever.
* * * *
Jordan followed behind Drake as they strolled through the tower. Inside its hall were paintings of him at vari
ous ages in his life. Her favorite was the one in which he looked just like he did now. His back was to the painter, his white shirt stretched across his back. He stared into a mirror, his reflection shining back at him. His eyes were ablaze with blue fire, his white shirt partially open, showing off a wide chest hard with muscle.
“That had to have been painted by a woman,” she mumbled as she ran her hand along the painting.
He gazed at her in amusement. “What would make you say that?”
“The way you’re portrayed. A man would never paint you like this. Not to mention that the artist had the perfect view of both sides.”
He frowned at the painting, studying it as though for the first time. “How am I portrayed?”
“With a look of smoldering passion. A man would never give you that look.” She turned to him with a grin. “Well, at least not a straight man.”
“Are you insinuating that the man who painted this picture was gay?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “You know what ‘gay’ is?”
He shrugged. “We have television here. I know what a lot of things are. But, now that I think on it, he did look at me rather oddly when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.”
Jordan chuckled, then grinned mischievously. “Did he pose you? Place his hands on your backside and lift, making it stand out more?” She reached out and gave his firm ass a pat.
He narrowed his eyes, the blue darkening seductively. “Are you insinuating I would enjoy such a thing?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered, moving behind him and giving one butt cheek a squeeze through the thick cotton of his breeches. “Did you?”
He turned to face her, his gaze smoldering, burning her flesh. She gasped at the intensity of that action and what he could do to her with just a look. A gaze. Her eyes raked down his length, taking in his trim waist, his narrow hips, his long, thick legs. Bringing her gaze back to his, she grinned. “You haven’t answered my question.”
“A woman never questions a man’s masculinity.” His voice rumbled deep in his chest as he moved forward. For every step he took toward her, she took one backwards, keeping the distance between them constant.
“What happens when they do?” she taunted.
“They get spanked,” he growled, just before he lunged for her.
She squealed and took off up the stairs, toward the roof door at the top of the tower. Drake was close on her heels, and she knew he could catch her easily. He was enjoying the chase just as much as she was. She jumped the last step and sprinted for the massive oak door. Twisting the wrought iron handle, she opened it and stepped out into the fading sunlight.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped at the sight that greeted her—a three hundred and sixty-degree view of heaven. The setting sun cast the surrounding area in shades of gold and red. A soft breeze blew, whipping her hair in her face. She brushed it aside and turned a complete circle, trying to take in everything.
A small table and two chairs stood to the side, covered with food and a bottle of wine. She knew the wine would be old, for in the basement of the castle was a wine cellar hundreds of years old. Drake had made sure to keep it hidden from previous owners, wanting to keep it for himself, despite the fact he couldn’t taste it.
Her gaze moved to the darkening horizon. She could see for miles—the town tiny below them, the road in the distance leading toward London, the rolling hills at the far side of the property. “This is amazing.”
Drake caught her around the waist and lifted her up in his arms. “Drake,” she yelped, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He smiled at her, his eyes shining in mischief and passion. “I believe I owe you a spanking.”
She frowned. The very thought sending a ripple of pleasure through her veins. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I certainly would dare. I assure you…” he purred, “…nothing would please me more than to lay you across my knee and swat that adorable ass of yours.”
Her heart pounded in her chest. She’d never been into the whole spanking thing. Although she’d written about it, the concept had never really interested her. But she was definitely interested now. The image of being thrown over his knee, his hand whacking against her bared bottom sent a tremor down her spine—and not a tremor of fear.
“I thought we were here to eat dinner.”
“Dinner, can wait. You need a little lesson in how to speak to your man, I think.”
He sat in the chair and turned her, laying her across his thighs. Jordan didn’t fight, she remained still, waiting anxiously for him to lift her skirt and realize she wore nothing underneath.
His palm slowly slid up her thigh, sending little sparks of current through her flesh. She shivered as the wind blew across the backs of her legs and, eventually, her bare ass.
His palm feathered across the skin, from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs. She bit her lip, waiting in anticipation for that first stinging slap. It didn’t come, at least not right away. Instead he smoothed his hand along her hips, teasing her.
“You have such a nice ass, Jordan,” he whispered. “It almost makes me hate to do this.”
He slapped his hand against her left buttock. It stung, but it didn’t really hurt, and she wiggled against him, silently begging for another.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Jordan,” he taunted, his voice full of amusement and slapped her again, this time just a bit harder. “Coming up here with no … what do you call them … panties?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed, as he slapped at her again.
His palm massaged her butt cheek, working out the sting as his deep voice continued to drive her crazy. “I only intended this as a joke, but I’ll be damned if it’s not turning me on,” he mumbled, as his hand whacked her right cheek, again, not hard, but with enough sting to send her senses reeling.
Working his fingers between her legs, he moved the tip along her slit. Oh, God, she thought, spreading her legs, giving him better access.
“Maybe this is something we should explore more often,” he whispered, as he slid one finger deep within her wet channel.
She gasped and bucked her hips upward, trying to take his finger deeper. She never dreamed someone hitting her ass could be such an erotic experience. If he kept this up, she’d come for sure.
He removed his finger, and she moaned in protest.
“Quiet,” he demanded, and slapped her butt again.
She smiled and groaned inwardly, then bit her lip as he again slid his finger within her depths. She could feel her juices flowing, coating his palm.
He continued to alternate slapping her ass, then sliding his fingers into her aching pussy. He increased to two fingers, curving them slightly to hit her g-spot, and she moaned her pleasure. Her vagina tensed and convulsed around his knuckles, and she struggled to keep from coming. She was enjoying this too much, and didn’t want it to end just yet.
Unfortunately, Drake was just as relentless. His palm slapped at her ass, his fingers worked her dripping pussy, until she screamed her release, her limbs shaking from the intensity.
“Geez,” she breathed, as the spasms slowly subsided. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
Drake chuckled and lifted her to face him, helping her to straddle his hips. She dragged her pussy along his length, and he leaned his head back, closing his eyes with a sigh. Bloody hell, she feels good. Never in his life would he have imagined something like that being so erotic. He’d almost come himself as her pussy clenched around his fingers.
Her lips moved along his neck, nipping, biting, and he bucked his hips, pressing into her. Reaching between their bodies, he unbuttoned his breeches, freeing his shaft. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d explode.
“Take me inside you, Jordan,” he rasped against her lips.
Raising up slightly, she positioned herself at his tip. She took too long, and he gripped her hips, dragging her down his length. Her pussy sheathed him like a hot glove, and he g
roaned at the feel of her muscles clenching, spasming around him.
Slowly, they rocked against each other, his lips sipping at hers. She tasted of peppermint and tea. Why was it he could taste her and only her? He could even smell her scent—jasmine mixed with sex—and it fueled his desire, made him harder.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. “So hot and wet. So bloody tight.”
She moaned in response and bit at her lower lip. He could tell she was close. Her walls constricted around him and her body tensed in his arms
“Yes, Jordan. Come with me,” he groaned, as his own release ran through him like a shot, and he lost himself in the euphoria.
She sagged against him, her face buried in his neck. Her hot breath brushed along his flesh, and he shivered. He held her tight, one hand stroking her soft hair, as they slowly floated back down to reality. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
She snorted. “I’m not sure I have the energy to lift a fork. God, that was amazing.”
“It’s always amazing,” he said, smiling down at her. He lovingly patted her behind. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s eat. You need your energy for later.”
She glanced at him, her lips twitching slightly as she stood and smoothed out her skirt. “Later, huh?”
He refastened his clothing and returned her flirty grin. “Absolutely.”
“Well, aren’t the two of you just adorable,” Nina sneered from the tower doorway.
Jordan frowned and turned to face her friend. Drake watched from his seated position. Something was wrong, he could feel it.
“Nina?” Jordan asked. “What are you doing?”
A nasty grin spread Nina’s lips and a cold shiver ran down Drake’s spine. Bloody hell. “That’s not Nina.”
“You’re quick, Drake,” she snarled and raised a gun, pointing it directly at Jordan.
His heart stopped as fear unlike anything he’d ever felt gripped him. This couldn’t happen. He couldn’t let Celeste take Jordan.
“Celeste?” Jordan whispered. “What have you done to Nina?’
Celeste smiled nastily, her eyes glowing neon green. “Nina isn’t here and soon, you won’t be either.”