Wicked Witch: A Post-Apocalyptic Paranormal Romance (The Wickedest Witch Book 1)

by Meg Xuemei X

  Gabriel grabbed my hips with one hand and rolled me over, his other hand gathering two pillows and positioning them under my belly.

  My slick mound shivered in need.

  He trailed his hand over my back and down my ass, sliding his finger through the slick wetness I bared to him. His knee urged my legs open and I obeyed. Had I been this submissive before? Had his dominance made me hotter and wetter?

  His large hand rubbed my sex back and forth, his finger barely slipping into my heated channel before moving to circle my clit. The sensation blurred my mind and I raised my hips, anticipating the invasion and the deliciousness of the first thrust.

  The crown of his cock nudged at my moist entrance, then it glided in, one inch, then two inches, smoothly, then slid all the way in. I gasped at its heaviness and hardness. It filled me completely, leaving no room for anything else.

  With his hands gripping my hips, Gabriel started to thrust, hard, fast, unrelenting. He wasn’t making love to me. He was fucking me. His hand left my hip and snaked around my body, pinching my nipple, cupping the weight of my breast; his teeth grazed the column of my neck, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

  “Is this how you want me to fuck you, witch?” he asked. “I can fuck you like this the whole night.”

  In answer, I lifted my hips and pushed back toward him, meeting every beat of his thrusts.

  Every merciless thrust stoked the flame higher in my veins.

  Pleasure rippled through my core. It had no beginning and no end.

  Had it always been like that?

  With another hard thrust, he slammed deeply into my center. Then another thrust, equally hard. I was drowning in the dark lust.

  He withdrew, but before I felt the empty ache, he drove back in, claiming every inch of space and evoking the wild feline in me.

  My breasts bounced against my chest, his left hand trying to anchor me against the speed of his thrusting. A loud moan escaped me, and I buried my head into the bed to muffle my screams of pleasure.

  The Angel species was strong. No wonder Kaara had told me they were the conquerors in the universe. Had I ever fucked any of his kind before I’d been thrown here?

  If not, why did I have Angel wings etched on my skin?

  Gabriel pounded fervently between my thighs, his front rubbing against my ass. Every deep thrust hit my center. His weight was comforting and delicious.

  He wanted all of me.

  But if he thought he was conquering me, he was mistaken. I only let him think it so he could give me pleasure, every wave higher than the previous one; so he could cast out all the angst in me, at least for the moment.

  He groaned from his own pleasure.

  He shortened his thrusts, lazily filling me with his cock.

  Had he fucked me like this last time? Tomorrow, I wouldn’t remember the bone-shattering pleasure.

  His cock plunged into me again and again. He poured his lust into me, never slowing down.

  Kaara had acquired a mate lately. Did the wolf king fuck her like this every night in the suite beneath mine? Were they fucking right now?

  “Is this to your liking, witch?” Gabriel asked me hoarsely.

  I lifted my hips and rammed back into him in answer.

  His arm left my breast and he gripped my hips again, driving into me with abandon.

  I pulled away from him before he could slam into me, severing our joining. I turned around and regarded the fierce look he was giving me.

  “Witch,” he hissed, “stop taunting me.”

  Thick, dark lust gave his green eyes a completely savage look.

  I pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, his cock jutting against my belly, its hard veins pressing against my clit.

  I dipped my gaze to his proud cock. It was silky, beautiful, and hard as rock. It jerked forward in need and demand. Must his cock act as an alpha?

  I raised my hips and slid down him, filling my slick channel until our skin met.

  Gabriel gasped, his lustful eyes glinting like the stars.

  He’d come from the stars far away and fallen, hadn’t he?

  I moved my hips up and down along his large, hard length, faster and faster, slamming down to the base, swallowing every inch.

  Gabriel let out a string of ancient angelic words. He bucked his hips up to meet my merciless plunges. I pressed a hand on his hard chest, and he grabbed my bouncing breasts.

  I rocked on top of him, twisting around the tip of his shaft and letting it rub on my sensitive spots.

  It was as if my body remembered something, finally, and that pleased me to no end.

  How I enjoyed riding males like a dark storm!

  I heaved my hips, my folds teasing his crown before I crashed down inch by inch and swayed on his length. The need to come became priority and I abandoned all my finesse. I sank down to his base in rapid plunges.

  I could do what he did with the same blinding speed.

  Gabriel’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his foul mouth cursing, and a beastly growl tore from his chest.

  Liquid heat exploded in me. I convulsed and collapsed on Gabriel, my teeth sinking into his hard shoulder to muffle my scream of pleasure.

  My body trembled as waves of my climax rolled over me.

  Gabriel thrust wildly through my orgasm.

  And he found his own release, his seed jetting deep inside me.

  He groaned erotically and with great satisfaction, his hands grabbing my buttocks.

  I raised my head from his neck as the waves faded and gazed down at him. He peeked back at me, his eyes brighter than the stars. How could I remember stars if there were never any shining in the sky on Pandemonium?

  Gabriel gazed at me as if he’d found the wonder in a forgotten world.

  Had any male ever looked at me the way he did?

  But I knew better than to seek an answer. All this was but the afterglow of wild sex. I might have had greater experiences than this before I’d been thrown down here.

  I tore my gaze away from him, so I wouldn’t fall into the dazzling depth of his eyes. Only a foolish girl would grow attached to a male when she didn’t even know her real name, when she had to fight every day just to continue breathing.

  After he left, I would use my magic to record my breakup with the Dark Prince, the imminent war with his vampires, and sex with Gabriel.

  I would need to space them carefully since I didn’t have enough skin to spare.

  If I were smarter, I wouldn’t have fucked anyone in the first place. But my blood boiled for this winged male. I would wither if I didn’t ride this Angel or let him ride me.

  But I had to keep this purely physical.

  I rolled off him.

  Just when I was about to thank him and dismiss him, Gabriel leaped off the bed.

  “Thank you,” he said with a grin. “This was fun, Lady Fiammetta, but I have to go now since I have more important matters to tend to.”

  He rushed to pick up his clothing and hauled it on as if he couldn’t wait to get out of here.

  Had he been this rude the last time he’d been here?

  Anger seeped into me. But if I scolded him, I would be perceived as needy and clingy. I was ready to be rid of him anyway. But when he was so eager to discard me right after sex, it set my teeth on edge.

  “You’ll have to leave the way you came, Angel!” I said.

  “I know my way up and down,” he said, his stupid, wolfish grin lingering on his sensual lips.

  I wanted to pick up my slipper and throw it at his face to wipe the smugness and satisfaction off his face.

  He put on his trench coat, secured his sword on his back, and sauntered toward the open window. He even whistled a warrior song.

  The Angel didn’t bother to glance back at me.

  Like a lithe leopard, he leaped onto the windowsill. Then he jumped, his massive wings spreading, and disappeared into the night like a dream.

  I stared at the window where he had vanished,
sizzling in anger.

  I was the Wickedest Witch who had the coldest heart. My lust for that despicable male would fade in no time. I decided not to waste half an inch of my skin to record anything about that creature.

  And I refused to dwell on my thoughts about him as I tossed and turned in the long night, dreading that sleep would not come and dreading even more that it would come and wipe off everything in my mind.

  24

  The Angel

  I climbed to her tower every night for the next three nights.

  We stripped our clothes and fucked.

  Fiammetta didn’t talk much. Kaara constantly inquired about my glorious origin and everything about Angels, but Fiammetta didn’t ask anything about me. I hadn’t met a woman who had no interest in great Captain Gabriel as a person but focused purely on my body. I knew I had a marvelous body that females usually drooled over, but I wasn’t her whore.

  I had more than a body to offer!

  When I asked about her past—though as casually as possible—she turned unnecessarily harsh. “Do you come here to fuck or to talk?”

  “I like dirty talk, witch,” I said to disarm her. “We can talk while we fuck.”

  “Well, I’m the wrong woman for that, Angel. Maybe you should get out of my tower and go hunt another.” Her voice was husky, cold, but there was undeniable sexiness and heat underneath her iciness. It always got me, making my cock harder than granite.

  I fucked her harder, which only solicited moans from her rather than words.

  I’d been paying attention to every inch of her skin, but none of her glyphs manifested again, even when she was overcome by the orgasms I gave her.

  No one on this planet knew much about her save that she was the Wickedest Witch who commanded the power of ice and darkness.

  I’d been working on Kaara. The violet-haired girl would reveal everything except information about herself and her mistress. When I’d further questioned her about the First Seer’s prophecy, Kaara had said, “All you need is to serve Lady Fiammetta well, and we all will have a happy ending.”

  Had she expected me to be the witch’s boy toy as well?

  That was more than outrageous!

  Kaara had only looked at me with amusement I didn’t like.

  If the Wickedest Witch was my only chance of getting out of being stuck in the past on this planet, I could be a bit more accommodating. I also got a lot out of this pleasure business. In fact, I’d never felt this degree of heat and gratification with any other woman.

  Wild sex couldn’t get her to talk. Winning her heart was out of the question.

  The old wisdom used to say once a male fucked a female good and solid, the female would give him a piece of her heart. But Fiammetta had no heart.

  However, I never went astray from a path I’d set.

  First, I needed to understand her, and to do that, I needed to get to her secrets.

  The fourth night, right after I satisfied her with multiple orgasms, I didn’t jump out of the bed and leave like the other nights. I wanted to hold her for the long night. Not because I wanted her dark secrets at the moment, but because it was appealing to me to see her wake up beside me in the morning.

  I saw the same longing in her gray eyes, though it was only there for a fleeting moment. Her expression turned cold, distant, and she silently waited for me to leave.

  I had tried the usual fuck and run to hurt her feelings, but the Wicked Witch had no feelings. She was the first woman I’d met who didn’t want tenderness, affection, and worship from her lover. I would have cheered in the past if every woman was like her, but now her callousness and lack of caring only injured me. And these new feelings confused me.

  The more she refused to give, the more I wanted it from her.

  But I brushed my sweetness and pining aside, got off the bed, and left without a word.

  I reached the windowsill, holding on to a slim hope that she would call me back and beg me to return to bed.

  Her ice trailed after me to send me off.

  I plunged toward the ground, my broken wings managing to spread wide enough to slow my descent. I was still pissed.

  I listed all of her shortcomings to find solid excuses to dump her.

  First, she was too cold for my liking. I had always preferred warm, soft females who were eager to please me. But my male instinct roared at me to admit Fiammetta burned hotter than anything when she rode me.

  She became the flame.

  The pleasure was mind-blowing, even though she considered only her own satisfaction and never for a second went out of her way to please me, or ensure I enjoyed it.

  Despite all of her faults, her body was perfect for me, like it was made for me. I doubted Fiammetta even cared if I decided I wouldn’t fuck her anymore.

  She treated me like a whore, yet she’d never summoned me.

  I volunteered.

  I took great pains every night to climb to her tower, knowing she would never call me to her chamber.

  That bothered me greatly.

  I refused to fall for her.

  A few nights of wild fucking wouldn’t get my heart all messed up. The only reason I was so hot for her was because of the fucking lust spell she’d cast on me.

  My male pride was hurt.

  I wouldn’t allow her to use me and discard me like that!

  I was an Archangel.

  I would make her want me more and more, and one day she would go down on her knees and beg me to fuck her, but I wouldn’t give in. So I’d swallow my humiliation and bide my time.

  For the fifth night, I climbed the tower to her chamber again.

  25

  The Witch

  My markings said Gabriel climbed to my room every night and that even my enhanced, rewired ward couldn’t keep him out.

  What was so special about him?

  My body lit up for him.

  White flame coursed through my veins at his every touch.

  I wondered if every time with him had been like fireworks exploding in my every cell. My mind couldn’t conjure the exact feel. It was like looking at the wonder through a distant glass. How I wished I could shatter it!

  And my markings relayed to me that every moment I’d spent with the Angel, I’d felt alive.

  I added each of his visits to my skin.

  On the sixth night, while he pounded passionately between my thighs, he asked, “Are you going to treat me like a stranger again tomorrow morning?”

  That stopped me cold, but I didn’t miss a beat as I answered between my labored breaths. “Does it matter?”

  “Probably not,” he said after a pause, and then bent my knees to my chest and drilled into me harder as if to punish me.

  It only brought more pleasure to my core.

  A moan tore through my throat. Gabriel growled, forgetting his own questions. He was as enamored with our coupling as I was. That was why he took great pains to climb to my chamber to have it again and again.

  Pleasure rocked me senseless, yet I knew what we had wouldn’t last long.

  But the concept of the Angel and me apart and our bodies no longer joining filled me with aching hollowness.

  That was unexpected.

  This attachment would lower my guard. It would become more dangerous than all the monsters I faced.

  If I wasn’t careful, it would damage me worse than I already was.

  “We’ll always be strangers, Angel, no matter how many times we fuck,” I said, coldness seeping into my voice, even though my body was in the burning lake of lust. “That’s the reality on Pandemonium. Don’t expect anything from me.”

  “That’s your reality, witch,” he sneered. “But I don’t expect anything from you and never will.”

  “Good,” I said. “Then we have a perfect understanding.”

  I had to drill this into his mind so he wouldn’t grow suspicious when I didn’t recognize him the next morning. Gabriel seemed to have the power of observation.

  I was glad he�
��d brought up the subject first. Now we could move on.

  “We do have a perfect understanding,” he said hoarsely, and flipped me over.

  In one raw, powerful thrust, he slammed in to the hilt.

  There was no gentleness about it. Had he always been so blunt?

  I couldn’t know, for I hadn’t been able to spare any more skin to record my sexual journey.

  I’d been stranded on this planet for three years. The longer I lingered here, the slimmer my chance to return home.

  Gabriel drove into me again. I gasped at his raw strength.

  I lowered my torso, my breasts prone on the sheet, and raised my rear for him, inviting him to penetrate me deeper.

  Gabriel growled like a beast. His steel rod thrust into me wildly. I could feel his hardness and hotness burning into my flesh, imprinting me to make me his.

  Though we didn’t really know each other, our bodies spoke their own secret language and got along extremely well.

  Gabriel let out a string of words in a language somehow distant to me, but I could still make out its meaning. He’d called me his own. He’d said, “Mine!”

  My heart fluttered at his secret declaration and my body purred.

  But my will and logic rejected his claim.

  I was no one’s. I couldn’t be anyone’s.

  A man would say anything in the heat of mating.

  “You prefer fucking a stranger? Is that it?” he accused, recovering from his own passion and switching to the common language. “Does fucking a stranger make you hornier?”

  I ignored his harsh words. His cock was hard inside me. That was all what mattered. I melted into the incredible rapture at his sequence of thrusts.

  “I can pretend to be a stranger,” he hissed. “Is that what you want?”

  “Perhaps,” I breathed.

  He drove back into me with more raw force.

  “Oh, yes,” I cried. “More of that.”

  “I’ll give you more of that, witch!” he said heatedly. “I’ll fuck you like a complete stranger. I’ll fuck you as if it’s our first time every time!”

  For me, it was.

  Gabriel bent down on me, his one arm wrapped around my breasts, the other around my belly to pin me against him as he thrust into me.