by Rede, Lily
“Touch me,” murmured Gavin, and Felicia did, learning the spots that made him jerk with pleasure, fascinated by the heavy bulge in his pants that seemed to grow with every wicked stroke of her fingers and lips against his skin.
Through it, he held himself rigid, his breathing harsh. Unable to torture him or herself any further, Felicia hurried to undo his belt, impatiently shoving trousers and boxer-briefs aside to free his cock.
“Perfect,” moaned Felicia.
Gavin was long and hard and breathtakingly thick, with a fat, juicy, plum-shaped crown and a heavy sac below the neat thatch of dark hair at his groin. Felicia wrapped both hands around him, savoring the low groan that ripped from his throat almost as much as she reveled in the heat and heft of him. A bead of liquid pearled from the tiny slit as she stroked, and Felicia hummed in approval as she rubbed it back into the head before raising her thumb to her mouth to suck the digit clean.
“Mmmm…” she murmured.
“Naughty,” he breathed, eyes wide as he watched her mouth.
“I can’t decide what I want first,” she teased, and then squealed as Gavin lifted her.
Her legs immediately twined around his waist, her hair wrapping them up in a silken cocoon.
“Are you always such a tease, or is it just because you’ve literally got me under your spell?” he asked before taking her mouth like a warlord, his fingers digging into her ass.
Gavin didn’t bother waiting for an answer, but, using one hand to hold her, swiftly pressed the blunt head of his cock to her opening. Felicia hissed at the searing feel of him as he slowly began to part her folds for his possession.
“You’re protected?” he asked, panting.
“Yes. Uterozap,” she said, referring to a popular form of magical contraception.
He nudged in further and she tensed.
“You’re…thicker than I imagined,” she admitted, gasping as her body took the crown and he rocked his hips in tiny, sexy little nudges.
God, I’m so wet.
“You imagined my cock?” grinned Gavin tightly, pulling back slightly so that Felicia’s shoulders were balanced against the wall and he could watch himself work the thick stalk into her pussy, “Just like that, my sweetest witch. Take every inch. Look at that swollen little clit, so excited and hard as I fill you, like your lovely silver nipples. Is this what you thought about, Felicia?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
“What else?” he prompted, pulling out, clearly relishing the drag of his dick against her wet flesh before pushing back in with a sure, determined stroke.
He was even thicker near the base and she writhed, desperate to take more, wondering if it was possible for him to split her in two.
“I thought about you…in my hands. In my mouth. Everywhere,” Felicia moaned as he finally hilted, the feel of him more than just pleasure, more than just physical or magic.
This was possession, Felicia realized as Gavin started to move, his eyes blazing into hers as his hips worked, her hair winding around his wide biceps and even reaching down to curl around the base of his cock, squeezing rhythmically with every stroke. His face was tight with pleasure, his hands keeping her positioned so that every heavy, wet thrust ended with a hot rub against her clit.
“Tell me it isn’t just the spell,” she begged, needing his reassurance that this was more than magic.
His answer was lost as a deft brush of his finger to her clit had her coming again in a violent surge of pleasure that stole her breath and her sanity. Gavin caught her last cries with his mouth as his thrusts became more urgent, and his explosion triggered an aftershock of pleasure, and Felicia could only hold on as the hot wash of his come filled her quivering channel. Breathless, she pressed kisses to his jaw, his eyes, his temple – anywhere she could reach – as he slowly came back down to Earth.
Gavin kissed her, soothing and intimate rather than crazed and sexual, and Felicia was surprised to find herself blushing as he levered back slightly to look into her eyes, brushing a lock of hair back over her shoulder.
“I love your hair. If you hadn’t come like a banshee, I’d still know I satisfied you,” he marveled, as a tendril of the shimmering, clearly satisfied mane wrapped itself around his wrist.
“Since when did you have such a dirty mouth?” asked Felicia, amused.
Gavin grinned.
“Well, I think the coven might object if I express my desire to bend you naked over the conference table during our weekly meeting.”
“It’s always the quiet ones.”
Felicia tightened on the half-hard flesh still firmly embedded in her pussy, and the grin vanished.
“I wish we could stay on this rooftop, just like this,” he said, and the wistful note in his tone conjured up an answering pang in Felicia’s heart.
“We have a little while,” she said, not wanting to return to reality quite yet, either.
“I don’t want you to get cold,” insisted Gavin.
“Believe me,” said Felicia, taking a delicate bite of his shoulder, “the last thing I’m feeling is cold.”
“Oh, really?” teased Gavin, “Well, in that case…would you like to join me in admiring the view? You can lean on the ledge and admire all the sparkly lights of the city, and I can admire your gorgeous ass while I fuck you.”
Felicia laughed, but the sound became a moan as she saw that he was completely serious.
“When you put it like that…”
But they didn’t get any further because at that moment, the door banged open and out tumbled Fae, a dozen partygoers, and Gavin’s sheepish bodyguards.
Oh. Shit.
The words formed in her head, but Felicia was too stunned to react as her golden-haired sister stared at them in shock.
“Oh. My. God.”
“Fuck,” muttered Gavin.
THE CIRCUMSTANCES WERE NOT ideal. A man didn’t necessarily want to confront an adversary with his pants around his ankles and his cock buried deep inside a gorgeous, naked witch whose sister was currently looking at him like she was trying to decide whether to drop a vat of boiling oil on his head or simply transform him into one giant, oozing sore.
With more calm than he felt, he carefully eased himself out of Felicia and grabbed his shirt to cover her before hitching his pants up and tucking his still-engorged cock away. He was sure most of the drunken party witches and a handful of satyrs and fairies got a good look, and he felt fairly certain that he’d heard the snap of a cell phone camera. But Gavin couldn’t concentrate on the PR nightmare of his erect junk pics making the magical rounds. Fae was ready to blow.
Felicia was scrambling to button Gavin’s shirt and head off the disaster.
“Fae! What are you doing here?”
“Me? What the hell are you doing here, other than fucking the man who ruined my life?”
“He didn’t ruin your life, Fae. You’re young. You’ve got plenty of time to have a position on the Council.”
“I had the votes!”
Gavin tried to step around Felicia, but she blocked him. The entourage just watched, fascinated.
“You’re not ready,” said Gavin, aiming to look authoritative despite his lack of a shirt and recently-fucked hair.
Felicia’s hair was agitated, whipping out of control.
Fae shrieked, and a bolt of power zoomed by, striking the edge of the rooftop ledge, which disintegrated into dust.
“Fae! Calm down!” ordered Felicia, as her sister struggled with angry tears.
“How could you sleep with him? After what he did?”
“Because I love him!” shouted Felicia, and Gavin was stunned.
“No, you don’t,” insisted Fae, and power started to glow around her.
“Don’t do this,” begged Felicia, “Please, Fae.”
“Me? I didn’t get naked on a rooftop for this creep. Did he even make you come? He’s going to ruin your life just like he ruined mine and move on to next available nymph who’s willing to spread her l
egs for him!”
Gavin snapped.
He didn’t even have to think about it. A surge of magic and suddenly Fae was lifted off the ground to hover over the edge of the rooftop, nothing between her and the ground but endless stories of thin night air. Felicia cried out.
“Stop it! Both of you!”
Fae struggled, but couldn’t break his magical grip. She could, however, still hurl, and Gavin felt the wave of heat as one of her bolts singed the ground near his feet, eating away at the cement. She screeched in frustration, and the rooftop fairly pulsed with magic. Their audience beat a hasty retreat to the doorway, but didn’t leave entirely – danger to life and limb notwithstanding, apparently this was too good to miss.
“Fae, you have to stop this before it gets any worse,” pleaded Felicia.
“Let him kill me! Let him banish me,” said Fae resentfully.
“No! Whatever he does to you, he has to do to me, too.”
Gavin’s stomach clenched. Despite their interlude, Felicia would choose her sister if push came to shove. Which it had. He’d never had anyone who was that unconditionally loyal to him. For a moment, he was jealous, but then he shook his head, bringing himself back to reality – Fae was her sister, her blood, her family. Felicia may say she loved him, but he’d done nothing to prove he was worthy of that kind of loyalty. Not yet, anyway.
He shook Fae in the air until her teeth rattled, and Felicia gasped in distress, but the bolts of energy promptly subsided. He tugged her back over the roof ledge, but kept her suspended.
“Do you see what your sister is willing to do for you? She’s willing to give up her life, her friends, her powers, all for you. You think I vetoed your vote out of some personal dislike, Fae? You’re wrong. I vetoed it because you’re young. There’s more to leadership than popularity. You can’t see it yet, but you have so much to learn. And challenging a fully mature warlock with centuries more experience than you is proof of that. You have huge potential, but if you continue this reckless behavior, someone’s going to disintegrate you before you get a chance to prove it.”
Fae pouted, but Gavin noted with relief that she seemed to be considering his words. He set her down.
“Say you’re sorry, Fae. Withdraw the challenge,” whispered Felicia.
“I withdraw the challenge,” muttered Fae sulkily, and Felicia sagged with relief.
“What about the punishment?” yelled someone from the crowd.
Gavin’s neck felt hot as the sisters turned fear-filled eyes to him. And so did their audience.
Oh, this is going to suck, he thought.
At least she’d withdrawn the challenge – he wouldn’t have to kill her. But if he simply let her go, every young idiot who disliked one of his rulings would step up to try and take him down. The magical community was volatile and, underneath its civilized façade, strength and power still had a tendency to hold sway over diplomacy, unfortunately. Banishment was the right thing to do, but Felicia would insist on being banished as well, and Gavin couldn’t face that. Suddenly, his introverted private life with the occasional meaningless sexual partner seemed unbearable.
The thought of never tasting Felicia’s lips, or her sweet silver nipples again, caused him physical pain. The thought of losing her bright laugh and the way she teased his grumpiness away was an arrow to the heart. She was still glowing, clad in his shirt in front of a dozen witnesses, for God’s sake. He wasn’t going to let her go without a fight.
“What are you going to do to us?” breathed Fae, clearly terrified.
“The infraction calls for one punishment, not two,” muttered Gavin lamely.
Felicia’s eyes widened, and she snapped her fingers. A heavy book fell into her hands, old and musty. She quickly flipped through the pages, stopping midway through.
“Then I volunteer to take my sister’s punishment,” she said, “It’s an old custom, but perfectly legal.”
Gavin felt fury curling through his abdomen. Uncaring of who was watching, he yanked her close.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he gritted.
“I can survive. Fae won’t,” said Felicia, “And besides, I ensorcelled and enraptured you. Temporarily at least. That’s grounds for punishment.”
“That’s different.”
A young woman in a tight red dress and jaunty cat ears stepped up, and Gavin recognized her as Gwindle, the Council Librarian.
“In the old days, the punishment fit the crime. If Felicia enraptured you, it only stands to reason that you should return the favor for a period of time. If she insists on taking on her sister’s punishment as well, just extend the sentence.”
“I’ll do it,” said Felicia, blushing.
“No!” gasped Fae.
Gavin’s stomach sank, knowing he had no choice here. He had to humiliate them both to save her.
“Felicia Dawes will voluntarily become enraptured to me for a period of three months, after which she and her sister will both be free from any consequence of these actions. Fair?”
Plenty of nods and grins from the crowd, and Gavin fought the urge to roll his eyes. Being enraptured meant little more than being a sex slave, and even if he never touched her again, the community would assume she was begging for his cock day and night. Worst of all, Gavin realized that if he ever wanted another chance with her, he couldn’t have her around. Her little smitten spell going haywire had showed him the depth of their attraction for each other, and the last thing he wanted was to have that tainted by an inability to say no, magical or not.
His balls were going to be very blue for the next few months.
Felicia stepped up, chin up, pride in every graceful line.
“I’m ready,” she said.
“Not here,” said Gavin.
There was a chorus of protests, but Gavin wasn’t about to give them anymore of a show than they’d already had. With one stern look and a raised eyebrow, the onlookers vanished down the stairs. Gavin turned to Fae.
“Don’t think you’re getting off so easily. As of this moment, your sister is on leave. In her absence, you will take on her duties in the PR department. You will work hard, you will represent your family and this coven to the best of your ability, and if you put one little toe out of line, I will send you down the Amazon on an extensive mystical slime-gathering expedition.”
Fae nodded, eyes wide.
“What are you going to do to Felicia?” she asked, worried.
“Just what she deserves,” said Gavin.
FELICIA FINISHED DRYING HER hair and clipped it back, and then tightened the belt of her borrowed robe before stepping out of the lavish bathroom of Gavin’s condo. His bedroom was a warm, masculine space of deep reds and browns, very comfortable. She’d glanced wistfully at the big bed as he bustled her into the bathroom with a stern order to shower and get warm. It was so easy to imagine waking up curled in Gavin’s arms, feeling safe and secure.
She wasn’t sure what she was doing here.
Gavin had been silent on the way back, and his bodyguards in the front seat made intimate conversation somewhat awkward, so Felicia had simply let him pull her into the car, sitting as far away from her as he could in the enclosed space. Awkward. He’d taken her like he couldn’t get enough on the roof, but now that he was going to be stuck with her for three months, maybe he was having second thoughts.
Enraptured.
The word made her shiver. Stronger than a smitten spell, being enraptured would ensure that all she thought about was sex – any way he wanted, anytime. Nothing was too extreme or off limits, and though Felicia was sure Gavin wouldn’t take it too far, the thought of losing her free will, even to Gavin, made her anxious. A spear of regret lanced her as she remembered that she’d done exactly the same thing to him on the roof.
Time to take your medicine, Felicia.
Gavin was waiting for her, sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room, and Felicia was surprised to see a pile of suitcases on the floor next to him. He’d changed
from his elegant suit into worn jeans that fit him like a glove and an old t-shirt.
God, so hot.
His black eyes gave nothing away.
“Going somewhere?” she asked.
“No, but you are,” replied Gavin.
Felicia frowned.
“But, the spell –”
“Fuck the spell. If they all want to think I’ve got you magically drugged, waiting on me hand and foot, twenty-four seven, for the next three months, let them. I’m sending you somewhere you won’t have to deal with all that crap.”
“That’s dishonest,” said Felicia, but scanned the brochure he handed her, eyes widening.
The resort was in French Polynesia, a million miles from anywhere, five-star beach luxury all the way. Some punishment.
But –
“I don’t know about this, Gavin. I’m willing to accept the spell.”
Gavin thrust his hands through his hair, frustrated.
“I know you are. I’m not. I don’t want you to want me because you have no choice, and I don’t think I’m strong enough to have you around, desperate for me to touch you because magic told you to.”
Warmth exploded in Felicia’s heart.
Oh, Gavin.
“I don’t want to spend three months on an island by myself,” she murmured.
“There will be other people there. Just be careful with the magic. They’re all mortal.”
Felicia toyed with the belt of the robe, pleased when he noticed the movement, his body tensing.
“You’re right, maybe I’ll meet some nice human. He can keep me company and rub sunscreen all over me and hold my hand when we walk down the beach.”
Gavin’s jaw ticked, and Felicia smothered a grin.
“Do you remember when I told my sister that I loved you?”
“That was just…it was the heat of the moment.”
“Ah,” said Felicia, and undid the belt, “If you say so.”
Slowly, she let the robe slip off her shoulders, leaving her naked, thrilled when he gripped the armchair as though trying to avoid reaching for her.