by Simone Bern
“You like it rough. Good.” The words rumbled against her bare belly. Lee felt his teeth on her skin, sharp bites between wet kisses. A distant part of her mind said she should be afraid. But the sure strokes of his fingers were melting all rational thought into pure groaning lust and she didn’t care.
“Come for me, my little witch. Come on my hand and my tongue,” he murmured and pressed his face against her cunt. The flicking tongue sent a shudder through her body. She heard her own cries break the still night and lost herself in the ecstasy of his expert manipulation.
She slumped onto him and he wrapped arms around her, gently bringing her limp body to the ground. He tugged off her boots and pulled the jeans from her legs. Pushing apart her knees, he lowered himself over her but didn’t enter her. He licked and sucked the nipple of her right breast then turned his attention to the other. He inched higher, nuzzling her throat and growling.
Lee was burning for more than his mouth and fingers. She grabbed his face and brought his lips to hers for a bruising kiss. At the same time she wrapped her legs around his hips and raised herself up to his waiting cock. As she squirmed to fit him inside her he pulled back. His arms and the hard plane of his body seemed to have no trouble holding her weight. How could he resist entering her with the need and lust that filled him? His willpower was stronger than hers. Lee released his mouth to snarl at him.
“I want your cock. Inside me. Now,” she demanded.
“Then get on your hands and knees, little witch.” His eyes glowed hot. “I am a wolf after all.”
Lee let go of him and rolled over onto all fours. He entered her with a sudden, deep thrust that shot both pain and pleasure through her. She felt his thick, hot cock withdraw. Lee whimpered, wanting, needing more. An instant’s pause and he stabbed into her again. His hands gripped her hips with bruising strength as he released his pent-up lust on her body.
“Beautiful witch…maddening…enchanting…witch. Come with me. I want to hear you…shriek again.” His words reached her through the relentless pounding rhythm.
She panted and moaned, glad to offer him the sounds of her pleasure. Lee felt as if only his body kept her anchored to this world. His strong hands on her hips, his cock filling her cunt, they were her sole reality. Blackness threatened to steal away consciousness and her voice rose into a wild shriek. She heard a deep growling that escalated into a load groan.
He collapsed onto her and they sank down to the sand. They lay nestled together on their sides. She listened as his breathing calmed and her own heartbeat settled into normal patterns. The sand was cool but his arms and chest were warm against her skin.
He lifted his head and kissed her shoulder. “Thank you, beautiful witch. I can’t remember the last time I had such a satisfying hunt.”
She chuckled. “And I don’t think I’ve ever had such a wild ride.”
He pressed his nose against the back of her neck and wormed his way through her hair to nudge against the back of her ear.
Very softly he said, “My name is Jeremy Blake.”
She stiffened. He offered his name with such tightly reined hope that it almost hurt her to sense it. She had no intention of giving him her name. He had been wonderful. Utterly magnificent. The best damn fuck she’d had in a very long time. But a half-wild werewolf wouldn’t fit into her life. She’d worked hard to shape her daytime existence into something resembling normal. Jeremy wasn’t normal by any stretch of the imagination.
“If I were to search through all the local advertisements for psychics and tarot card readers would I find you?” he asked in a lightly mocking tone.
She turned her head to scowl up at him. Did he think she wasted her talents doing parlor tricks? “I’m a counselor. My gifts can actually do some good in that profession.”
“A counselor. Ah.”
She caught the surge of satisfaction and realized that he had deliberately provoked that response out of her.
“And what is it you do during the daylight hours?” she asked sharply.
“I’m a detective, RCMP,” he said and smiled into her surprised eyes. “My…gifts can do some good in that profession.”
So the werewolf was a cop. Maybe he wasn’t as uncivilized as she’d thought. Maybe he was just like her, struggling to fit in and do something worthwhile with his unusual talents. Then needing these midnight prowls to release the pent-up wildness after acting normal all week. She turned away from his intent expression and thought about possibilities and risks.
“Lee Gibson,” she finally offered.
A surge of inner joy rushed through him and she couldn’t help but smile in response. His lips sought hers and she accepted the leisurely, sandy embrace. Sometimes life gave you unusual gifts, you might as well enjoy them.
Chapter Two
Jeremy held Lee Gibson in his arms and enjoyed the feel of every curve and angle of her delicious body. Perfect perky breasts jutted into his arm and he alternated between the desire to taste their rosy tips again and not wanting to leave the pouting mouth and her teasing tongue. She was maddening, this woman. So small and delicate but with a strong, fearless spirit. Green eyes that burned both hot and cold. A face that shifted from irritation to amusement, from childlike to sultry in the blink of an eye. She was a bundle of contradictions. And she wasn’t afraid of him. The miracle of that still had him stunned. This bit of a woman had seen him as a wolf and offered him her hand. Then she’d watched him walk out of the trees and not even blinked. Lee Gibson. There was no way he was going to forget her name or her scent. She smelled like a ripe peach, sweet and lush, fuzzy with desire.
She pulled away from his kiss and raised an eyebrow. “Again?”
He chuckled. “Werewolves have amazing recuperative powers.”
Jeremy rocked his hips slightly back and forth. His penis was still sheathed inside her and the slight movement brought him back to rock-hard readiness. He wanted to go back to plumbing her depths but he restrained himself and watched her face carefully. He’d been pretty rough earlier and may have hurt her. Maybe she wasn’t ready for more. She stretched and arched her back like a cat, bringing him deeper inside her.
“This all right then?” he asked, just to be sure.
“No. This is definitely not all right.”
He froze.
She grinned. “It’s fucking marvelous and if you don’t get moving again I may have to turn you into a frog.”
He let out a fake growl and bit her shoulder. There was a strong temptation to really sink his teeth into her. Most women roused that impulse in him but with Lee it was even more pronounced. Jeremy knew that he could never give in to that urge. The vast majority of people who were bitten died.
He lifted his mouth from her tantalizing skin and concentrated on feeling his cock sliding in and out. His hand cupped her breast and he toyed with the nipple. She moaned and writhed, pressing her glorious rounded ass against him. He thrust harder and was rewarded by a quickening of her breath. Jeremy wanted to hear her orgasm again. She made such fantastic animal noises. The gasping cries were starting and he took control of her hips to ensure steady powerful strokes as she disintegrated into a shrieking, quivering mass.
He stilled and waited for her to collect herself. Then he pulled out and rolled onto his back. “Ride me, my wild witch,” he coaxed.
She straddled him. “Like this?” she asked teasingly and moved up and down so that the lips of her cunt only brushed his shaft.
“If you wish,” he said and grinned at her, knowing she would want more of him soon enough.
Her pout became more pronounced. “Don’t you want to be inside me?”
“I want to taste every part of your body, dive into the deepest parts of you, make you scream and moan until you’re hoarse. I want to fuck you all night long and then wake up and fuck you again.” Jeremy kept his gaze locked on her face. He wondered if he had been too blunt or too crude.
She looked at him with wide eyes. Then she lowered herself onto his co
ck and he felt himself slide into the glorious wet center of her. She leaned down to kiss him.
“We should be able to manage that,” she whispered against his lips. “But we’ll have to find a room.”
“My place isn’t far.”
“Good. I might be too sore to ride my bike far after this.”
“You cycled down here?” Jeremy was pleased. She must live nearby.
She shook her head. “Motorcycle. From downtown.”
Another surprise. His witch rode a motorcycle. “Guess it’s faster than a broomstick.”
She chuckled. “Much faster. Less conspicuous too.”
Then she closed her eyes and began to move on top of him. He reached up and took a breast in each hand. It was pure pleasure to watch her as she rose and sank on his cock. Lee was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The moonlight put shadows under her cheekbones and the perfect little ski-jump nose. Her swollen lips were the color of old blood.
Lee tossed her hair back and moaned. His hands moved down to help her keep up the rhythm. The indentations around her hipbone seemed made for his fingers. Responding to her growing urgency, he lifted and then slammed her down onto his cock again and again. She liked it hard and deep. Got off on his strength and power. He’d never felt so free to be himself. It gave him an erection like a fucking mountain. Her smell, her sounds, her body, her fearless spirit, they all served to rouse him to a fever pitch of lust. And she’d said he could fuck her all night. The intensity of his desire and the anticipation of more to come made him groan.
He met her downward plummeting body with a hard push up. She was letting out those strangled shrieks again and each one sent a hot poker of desire into his groin. His balls ached for release. Deep growling sounds escaped his throat. He wanted to explode in her. She was his. His witch. The tension drained out of her and Jeremy arched his back and howled into the night as tortured ecstasy ripped through his body.
He slumped into the sand, panting.
“Holy fuck,” he said when he got his voice back.
Lee choked out a laugh. “A witch and a werewolf? More like the most unholy of fucks.”
He chuckled in agreement. “If this is hell, I’ll take it over heaven anytime.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
She lay back down and snuggled against him. Jeremy wrapped his arms more tightly around her. He closed his eyes and breathed in her rich, fruity smell. She shivered.
“Are you cold?” He almost never got cold but there was a crispness in the air that even he could feel against his skin. The damn sand was starting to feel pretty clammy as well.
“A little,” she said but made no move to get up.
“I guess you should get dressed.”
“Mm hmm.” Lee lay there for another moment. She gave his nipple a playful lick before climbing off him. He watched as she brushed the worst of the sand off with her t-shirt then pulled it on. She finished dressing and stared down at him.
“Are you going to change back?”
He shook his head and stood up. “My car is at this end of the park, with my clothing inside. I can give you a ride back to your bike. Or you could leave it here for the night and we can come pick it up tomorrow.”
“No. I don’t like leaving it outside overnight.”
“There’s room in my garage,” he said and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her cheek.
She looked up at him in silence for a while. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? This…moon-fueled madness might seem completely different under the harsh light of day. Maybe we should part and think about it. See how we feel when we wake up.”
A hollow formed in the pit of his stomach. “I told you what I want and I meant it. But if you need to leave…”
Lee lifted a hand and brushed sand off his arm. She followed the streak up to his shoulder then stepped behind him. “You’re a mess.”
He stood still as she took off her t-shirt again and cleaned his back. She spent longer than necessary brushing sand off his ass. Then the small, cloth-covered hands moved downward and wiped his legs clean all the way to his ankles. Damn, but he was getting hard again. She came back around to face him. There was a funny little smile playing around her lips.
“I have tomorrow off,” she said and slipped her hand into his.
Jeremy smiled. She was his. His witch.
Chapter Three
Lee woke up to the sound of a man’s deep breathing and her eyes flew open. She looked around the strange room and for an instant couldn’t remember where she was. Then her eyes settled on the long line of Jeremy’s back and memories of last night rushed into her—the wolf, the man, the sex. The damn unbelievable sex. Her body ached inside and out. She probably had bruises on her hips and marks on her neck and breasts. Lee smiled. He was so strong, so wild. It was like being fucked by a god. One of the old pagan gods, horned like a stag and hung like a horse. She giggled softly.
Jeremy stirred and she put a hand on his bare shoulder. The sleep suggestion would not hold him if he really was ready to wake up but it would smooth out the disturbance caused by her getting out of bed. She didn’t want to wake him. There were some things she needed to do before she greeted him this morning. Lee looked at the sun pouring in through the crack between the curtains. More likely it was afternoon already. Jeremy had taken his promise to fuck her all night very seriously. The darkness had definitely been lifting by the time they’d curled around each other and fallen asleep.
She slipped out of bed and padded naked to the washroom down the hall. Lee saw the wet towels lying on the bathroom floor and smiled. They’d taken a shower together and it had been wonderful, slippery fun. Being fucked under a stream of hot water by a tall, incredibly gorgeous guy was one of her favorite sexual fantasies. Jeremy had fulfilled that particular wet dream and then some.
After using the facilities and cleaning her teeth as best she could with only toothpaste and her finger, Lee found her way to the kitchen. She didn’t bother with any of the appliances, not even the coffeemaker. The kitchen door led into the backyard. She was about to step outside when she remembered that she was naked. Jeremy lived in a fairly rural area and the houses were far apart but still, it probably wouldn’t be the best way to meet any neighbors. She went back down the hallway and found the linen closet. A big blue towel made a decent wrap.
There was a concrete patio with a white plastic table and four chairs. A barbeque was tucked up against the house. She walked off the edge of the patio and her bare feet touched the soil. She stopped and closed her eyes. Centering herself, she cast a line of will into the ground.
“Mother Earth, make my body as strong as your mountains, my mind as clear as your waters, my spirit as light as your air.”
It was a simple spell meant to ease a tired or overworked body. As usual, however, Lee felt a strong pulse of power flow into her. It wiped her clean—the aches, the tiredness and any traces of a bad mood were all gone in a flash. Earth magic was her core power and when she called it answered, sometimes with more force than was absolutely necessary. Spirit was her secondary power. Which was why she needed to touch a person before delving into their minds. A true spirit witch, like her mother, could do that at a distance. Lee preferred her set of talents. She really didn’t like to hear other people’s thoughts, reading their emotions was generally enough and it left them with some privacy.
She took in a breath and let it out slowly, allowing herself to merge with the deep, ponderous beat of the world. Whenever she rested there Lee felt like an elemental power. The ability to open the ground in gaping cracks, to pull down mountains or heave up rock lay within her. She’d never done anything so dramatic but knew in her bones that she could. If there was ever a need the talent and strength were there.
Lee couldn’t imagine being called on to use her full power. The minor spellwork was enough—statue spell, healing spell, soil enrichment, search spells, things like that. Search spells were particularly useful. She could find anything buri
ed in the ground. If she ever got tired of the counseling gig Lee figured she’d become a geologist. Finding gold or oil under solid rock was child’s play for her.
Opening her eyes and drawing her senses back into herself, Lee took an appreciative look around. The lawn surrounding the small house was neatly mowed and trimmed. Jeremy’s property stretched back in a long rectangle. The majority of the backyard was untamed—trees, brush and blackberry bushes. It suited him. She could see him sneaking out at night and hiding in the trees to strip and change into his wolf form. Thinking about Jeremy naked sent a tremor of excitement through her body. He was still in bed, waiting for her. Lee smirked and went inside.
She leaned on the bedroom door and just watched him sleep. He’d rolled onto his back and the blanket had slipped down around his hips. She admired the well-muscled arms. His shoulders were nice but he wasn’t as broad across the chest as some of the men she’d dated. Jeremy was long and lean, sinewy rather than beefy. He was probably six-two, a good foot taller than she was. A dark shadow had grown around his chin and mouth. The stubble added a rough edge to otherwise too-perfect good looks.
How did a gorgeous hunk like this not have a girlfriend? Lee looked curiously around the bedroom. There had been no signs of another woman in his bathroom, no second toothbrush, no stray blonde hairs. There hadn’t been any pangs of guilt last night either, nothing which indicated he was cheating on someone. Of course some guys were capable of two-timing without it even registering. Still, it really looked like he was unclaimed territory.
She walked over to the bed and knelt on the mattress next to him. Then she leaned over and, holding her mouth just over his left nipple, sent a puff of hot breath onto his skin. Her tongue flicked out and traced the ridges that were already forming. She brought down the pressure of her lips and teeth, sucked and tongued the nipple for a few seconds. Her hands ran down his chest and stopped at his hipbones. His breathing had accelerated but he still seemed to be asleep. She began to track kisses downward. By the time she got to his cock it was swelling but not yet fully rigid. It hardened under her hot breath and teasing licks. When she took one of his balls in her mouth he groaned and a hand reached up to cup the back of her head.