Wicked Legends: A Dystopian Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy Collection

by hamilton, rebecca

  “It’s —”

  His fingers trail from my neck, down between my breasts, and to my stomach. With a shiver, I grab the side of his hoodie and ball the fabric up in my fist. I thought kissing him felt good, but being touched by him… I can’t even.

  Weird noises start coming out of my throat, a cross between a groan and a whimper. His fingers stop at the edge of my panties. He slips one finger under and traces a line underneath them.

  He rubs his bottom lip against my earlobe. “Are you sure you want this?” he asks in a thick, almost vulnerable voice.

  Either he’s a complete tease or that much of a gentleman. Or maybe a little bit of both. It takes all my strength to nod, but I manage to. As soon as I do, his fingers cross over my stomach and around to my back. He trails them upward and loops one finger under my bra clasp.

  I struggle to breathe as he unhooks it. Pressing my hands over my chest, I prevent my bra from falling to the floor.

  Charming laughs and grabs one of the hands guarding my nearly naked chest. “You sure are attached to your clothes,” he breathes with a chuckle.

  Gently, he pulls one hand away then the other. My bra joins my jeans and tank top in the pile on the floor.

  My mouth opens to reply, but all that comes out is another weird moan. Charming’s hands tightly cup my breasts. His tongue runs along the back of my neck and his hands lightly rub across my nipples, making them impossibly hard.

  He pinches the left one between his index finger and thumb. I bite down on my bottom lip and moan.

  “You’re so soft,” he whispers against my ear, trailing one finger down my abdomen to the lining of my panties. He runs his finger over my clit on the outside of my underwear.

  I almost stop breathing. With his other hand, he brushes my hair out of my face and kisses my cheek. Tenderly. Then he slides his finger into my panties from the side.

  “Oh!” I let my head fall back into the crook of his neck.

  “And so wet,” he adds, pinching me between his fingers, causing every muscle in my body to clench. He nibbles on my earlobe. “Are you wet for me, baby?”

  I gasp and nod as he rubs his thumb over my clit. My eyes roll back into my head. He stops, and it’s torture. I try to turn around in his arms, but his grip on me is too strong.

  “I said, are you wet for me, baby?”

  It’s some kind of game for him. A very hot game.

  I clear my throat and force myself to speak. “Yes, Charming.” My voice shudders. “I’m wet for you.”

  “Good,” he whispers.

  Then I’m flying through the air on a wave of magic. I scream before bouncing onto the bed Charming spelled into the room, and he’s on top of me. His hands and lips are everywhere. His tongue flickers across one nipple while he pinches the other between his fingers. His nails scratch down my stomach. Then he’s pulling my panties off with his teeth and spitting them to the side.

  I gaze down at him with wide eyes. He smiles and winks up at me. Then he gently brushes his lips against my stomach and runs his tongue down, down, down…

  His tongue flickers across my clit, and I grab the sheets and let out a loud moan. My muscles tense as he flicks fast, fast, faster. I reach down and dig my fingers into his scalp. He holds onto the sides of my thighs and stretches my legs as far apart as he can get them. Then he mumbles something I can’t hear.

  “Mm, Charming. That feels so…”

  A rush of heat fills my body, and I start to squirm underneath him. It feels so good. Too good. So good that I can’t stand it. I try to get away from him. He holds onto my legs tighter and looks up at me.

  “Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere. I want to taste your orgasm.”

  It almost happens just at the sound of his words. I bite down on my lip, and he disappears between my legs again. This time his tongue is slow. Searching. Massaging me in slow, careful circles. I turn my face and bury it in the pillow.

  He’s driving me crazy. My legs start to shake, and before long, it’s a whole body tremor. Within minutes, my body clenches and releases with orgasm. I let out a satisfied whimper and try to push his head away.

  He’s not having it.

  His tongue goes on with its wonderful work.

  “Charming, please. I ca—I can’t.”

  He puts pressure on my clit with his fingers and blows on me, then he starts up again. The warm feeling slides back into my skin, making my body scream for more. Before long, my mouth is screaming out for more of him too.

  The second orgasm is so intense, I freeze, and my eyes pop open. Instead of whimpering, I draw in deep breaths and let them out. Then Charming climbs on top of me.

  Despite the fact that I’m shaking, I want more of him. I want to see him. I use my shaky legs to press myself up and grab ahold of his hoodie. I yank it off over his head. It gets stuck in his hair, and we both laugh until I manage to pull it off.

  Underneath is a white, sleeveless t-shirt. It shows off his well-defined chest, and my mouth starts to water. Slowly, I sit back down on the bed, never taking my eyes off his.

  I smile. “Take off your clothes.”

  His matching smile sends a herd of butterflies dancing through my stomach.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He pulls his shirt over his head.

  Damn.

  His strong hands travel to his belt buckle. Undoing it in one fluid motion, he slides his jeans off and tosses them in the corner. I eye the trail that starts at his stomach and vanishes underneath his black boxer briefs. I also can’t help notice the sizable bulge.

  Yummy.

  I’ve only given one blow job in my life, and I hated it. But for some reason, I can’t wait to get my lips around Charming. He slowly takes off his briefs. So slow, I almost reach over and rip them off myself. I manage to stay put and enjoy the show. When he’s kneeling before me naked, I eye him up and down.

  Wow.

  It’s like a sculptor took to him to make sure every crease of skin was perfect. He’s so beautiful, it almost hurts. Biting on my lower lip, I get on my knees and crawl across the bed to him, then I lay down on my stomach.

  I eye his erection. It makes my mouth water. Reaching out, I run my fingers up and down the shaft then gently squeeze its head. I risk looking up at him. He’s staring down at me, his eyes almost closed, lips trembling.

  Somehow this makes me feel powerful. Sexy. Not like an insecure little girl. I like this feeling. I hold onto it as I wrap my lips around him. He gasps, and his body tightens under me. Quickly, I try to recall all my limited knowledge of giving a killer blow job. Fold your lips over your teeth; nobody likes getting scraped. And suck. The boys like a little pressure.

  I apply this to my technique as I pump my mouth up and down. I start slow at first then speed up. Once I reach an in-between tempo, he gasps again, cups his hands around my face, and helps my head up and down.

  “Oh, Kinsley. Damn…”

  I smile inwardly.

  The louder he moans, the more I want to keep going. The more I want to make him feel the way he made me feel. But he doesn’t give me the opportunity. He reaches down, grabs my wrists, and pulls me up.

  I frown at him. “What?” I pant. “Don’t you like it?”

  Sweat is dripping down his face. It drops down onto his chest, and I half-expect it to spit like bacon dropped in oil.

  He chuckles and shakes his head. “That isn’t it. I just want something more.”

  Another thrill rushes through me.

  “Lay down, Kinsley,” he says, wrapping his hand around himself and stroking it up and down.

  I bite my lip and lie back. He lowers himself onto me and parts my legs with his own. Then he leans down and gives me the slowest, most tender kiss in my personal history. I whimper and let my eyes slide shut. His lips never leave mine as he slides the tip inside of me.

  What a tease.

  My lips part farther, a muffled groan escaping my throat. He works himself into me in inches. It drives me crazy. I reach up and gra
b his firm ass and try to push all of him into me. But he’s stronger. He leans down, giving me another inch, nothing more.

  I moan, and he buries his face in my hair.

  “Kinsley,” he mutters. My name has never sounded so sexy.

  He gives me another few inches. I raise my hips up to meet him, fingernails digging into his bottom. It seems like ages before he finally lets me have all of him. My eyes widen, and my head rises. I let out a loud scream. Then I plop my head back down on the pillow.

  Charming looks into my eyes as he pumps his hips toward mine, over and over.

  God.

  My fingernails dig into the sheets. Without thinking, I rip them from the edge of the bed. This is better than oral. This is better than anything I’ve ever felt. Just like that, my entire view of sex changes.

  This is what all the fuss has been about. If anything, people have been downplaying this shit.

  He picks up the pace. Thrusting into me harder and harder, yet somehow gentle, never taking his eyes off mine. Finally, he reaches down and cups my face. I tighten around him, and my toes go ice cold and curl up.

  “Oh, Charming! Oh, God!” My arms grip him tighter. I want to be closer to him. Closer than we are even now, if that’s possible.

  He collapses down on top of me and mumbles my name over and over.

  Heat flashes inside my body, and my back arches, then I release the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Charming pumps into me two more times and lets out the sexiest little moan before his body goes lax.

  I close my eyes and focus on the feel of his heartbeat against my chest. We lie like this for an immeasurable amount of time. Finally, he pushes up, sweeps the hair sticking to my cheek back, and plants a soft kiss there. Then he shuffles to the side and turns to me, using his elbow to prop himself up. I pull the sheets up around me and turn to him with a smile.

  “Wow,” I whisper. “That was…”

  Well, there are no words for what that was. It just was.

  He smiles, takes my hand, and places it over his heart. The feel of it beating under my palm is comforting, like nothing can get to me as long as I know its beating.

  “Wow is right,” he says in a gruff voice. Then he stares at me in that way he has that makes me forget how to think. “We can spend all night doing that, if you’d like.”

  I try not to appear too eager. With a shrug, I say, “Maybe, if you tell me your real name.”

  He raises an eyebrow. “Is that kind of thing important to you?”

  I laugh even though I can’t tell if he’s kidding or not. “Well, I’ve never slept with someone whose name I didn’t know.”

  He winks at me. “Good thing I showed up. You need to live a little, girl.”

  I laugh, and he leans over to kiss me again. Just like that, my body is ready for him. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. Sadly, he leans back and loops his fingers in my hair.

  “We can spend the night getting to know each other, too. I want to know you, Kinsley, beyond this bizarre connection we share.”

  My cheeks flush. “I want to know you too, Charming.” I grin. “Starting with your real fucking name.”

  He smiles. “By the end of the night, you’ll know my name.”

  I sigh. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

  The lightness leaves his face. I want to erase his pained expression.

  I frown. “What. What’s wrong?”

  He sits up, sighs, and brushes his hand through his hair. Twisting his body slightly, he turns to look at me. “Are you sure that’s how you want to spend tonight?”

  Is he crazy? I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing. Is he worried about Mac? I sit up and place a hand on his shoulder.

  “Of course I’m sure.”

  He stares at me with his eyebrows pushed together.

  I frown again. “What?”

  He hesitates then looks away from me. “We can do that, Kinsley. But there’s one condition.”

  I stare at his profile and nod. “Anything.”

  “Anything?” he asks, suddenly sounding pained.

  I raise my eyebrows. “Yes, of course. Anything.”

  With a curt nod, he stands up out of bed. I watch his perfect ass bounce up and down as he heads to the corner toward my piles of clothes and picks up my jeans. I narrow my eyes, unable to figure out what he’s doing.

  Then I hear a rattle. He pulls out my bottle of pills and holds then in the air. My heart sinks toward my toes as he walks back to me, sits down on the bed and places them between us. We both stare at the bottle for several minutes. Then I feel his gaze on me. I swallow and look up into his intense, blue eyes.

  He shakes his head. “I don’t want to get to know you like this.”

  I bite down on my lip. “I’m not even high.”

  He leans toward me. “You will be.”

  I sigh. “Fine, I won’t take anymore.”

  He stares at me, and once again, a pained expression twists his features.

  “What?” I ask for the third time.

  “That’s not good enough.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  He sighs and his face becomes the mask of someone who’s about to walk into rushing traffic. “I want you to throw them away,” he says so fast I barely catch the words.

  I replay them in my head, slowing each word down so that I’m sure I understand him.

  “Throw them away?” I echo in a far off voice.

  “Yes.” He clears his throat. “Every single one.”

  I can’t bring myself to look at him. I can only stare at my pill bottle. My best friend. The one thing that’s been with me through all the pain.

  But I can’t deny what I just experienced with Charming is better than any high, than anything I’ve ever experienced. I can’t just let that go, can I? I would ask him why this is so important to him, but he answered that earlier in a field of stargazer lilies.

  He wanted me. Not me on drugs.

  I smile and look up at him. Leaning forward, I plant a light kiss on his lips. Just as expected, it fills me with warmth.

  “So, all I have to do is throw those things away, and we can spend more time doing that?”

  His eyes are half-closed. “You’re damn right,” he mutters, voice hopeful.

  I nod and look back down at the pills. There is really only one choice here.

  Then something slams into me. More powerful than whatever this thing is between us. Something that often rips people apart, sends them running. Prompts them to make bad choices.

  Fear.

  Crippling fear.

  Tears sting my eyes as I slide my hand across the bed and take my pills securely in my hand. I wrap them in a protective fist and turn away from him.

  “Kinsley,” he says, his voice breaking. The sound sends my heart plummeting out of my chest and out through my toes.

  I swallow hard and stand on legs that feel like jelly. As I stumble toward the corner of the room, tears slide down my cheeks. I grab my jeans with shaking hands and pull them on.

  “Kinsley, please.” His voice is the definition of agony. It lands on my ears like screws in a blender. I crumple over as if in physical pain.

  I can’t even explain why I’m doing this, but I am. I’m putting on my shirt and my jacket, and I’m walking away from him.

  God, help me.

  “Kinsley.” His voice breaks off into a sob.

  I stuff my pills back in my jeans pocket and chance a look at him. When I see the broken expression on his face, the tears streaming down his cheeks that match my own, I want to take it back. All of it. Of course I’d throw them away. Of course I would.

  But I don’t. I clench my jaw, stare at my shoes, and shuffle away.

  “Kinsley!” Charming’s voice follows me out the door as I walk out into the cold. “Kinsley, please don’t do this!”

  I lean against the outside of the storage locker, feeling colder by the second. Inside, things crash against the walls and break against the floo
r. The walls of the unit shake.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, but that doesn’t stop the tears. In desperation, I reach into my pocket and pop four pills. Then I take in several deep breaths and head for my car.

  I would feel bad about leaving him there, but somehow I don’t think he’ll want a ride anyway.

  At first my car doesn’t start. I say the prayer I always say to get it started. On the fourth try, the engine coughs to life. I glance up to the opening of the storage unit.

  Charming is standing there, his hair in disarray, looking at me like I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.

  Driving away, I think I might be. Glancing at the clock on my dash, it’s 10:00.

  13

  I DRIVE AROUND for five minutes before I pull over and pop two more pills. More than I usually take. A lot more. This should end well. There are so many thoughts in my head—where will I go, and most of all, what in the hell have I done?

  I want it gone. Everything about Charming. My choice to leave him… Oh, God, my choice to leave him. I bury my face in my hands and sob like the coward I am.

  What have I done?

  I hardly know him, yet I feel like I just betrayed the most important thing that’s ever happened to me. My heart feels like tiny people are taking small chunks out of it. They’re hungry and eating fast. Soon there will be nothing left.

  I look up and slam both hands on the steering wheel. Across the street, a figure turns and looks in my direction. I narrow my eyes, taking it in. It’s a lean figure, which makes me think female, but its shoulders are broad, which makes me think male. It stares at me with the milky white gaze only the dead can give.

  Slumping down in my seat, I start my car and pull back onto the road as fast as I can, which isn’t very easy seeing as how my beautiful white pills are swimming around in my head, trying to erase the pain of what I’ve just done. The figure, a female I can see as I draw closer, stares at me as I pass.

  I try to keep my eyes on the road, which proves to be an impossible task. Our eyes lock as I roll by. Her light gray hair blows into her face, and she shoots me a smile full of sharp teeth.

  I gulp, my mind blissfully sweeping away the memory of Charming’s sobs for a few minutes.