When I reached for the handle of the car door, Trevor spun me around and crushed my mouth with his. Our tongues met in a frenzied kiss that had me panting and lifting up on tiptoes to get closer to his erection, heedless of any audience we might have in the parking lot.
Trevor’s hands gripped my ass, lifting me from the ground as I wrapped my legs around his hips. I felt my backside make contact with the hood of the car while Trevor continued to devour my mouth. With his body settled between my legs, he rolled his hips against my hot core, while I whimpered into his mouth.
When Trevor released my mouth to trail kisses along my jaw, I thought I was going to lose my mind. “Are you trying to make me too crazy with lust to remember I’m not interested in public sex?”
Trevor chuckled. “Sorry, honey, but I couldn’t wait any longer to touch you. I want to make you come right here, where anyone can see. I want to slide my hand between your legs and stroke your hot pussy until you scream.”
I groaned, and my hips rocked against Trevor. Public sex was not my thing. Still, what Trevor was suggesting made me hot and achy. The sun had already set, and in the darkened parking lot, it seemed we were alone. Those in the meeting couldn’t simply leave, but there were probably witches in other parts of the building who could walk out and see us.
“Let me make you come, honey,” he pleaded, and I was shocked to realize how much he wanted this. It wasn’t just about my pleasure; Trevor was getting off on the fantasy, and I wanted to give him this.
Licking my lips, I nodded, and Trevor moaned before leaning in for a toe-curling kiss. His hand slid up between my legs. When his fingers touched me over my panties, I writhed against him, trying to bring his fingers closer to my aching flesh. The barrier of my panties was too much. I needed his fingers on me. Trevor didn’t tease me long; his tongue thrust into my mouth, and his fingers slipped into my panties, stroking my aching clit and making me whimper and rock against his hand. As his fingers expertly strummed my clit, Trevor’s tongue boldly explored my mouth. I felt completely at his mercy, so caught up in the moment, I’d likely have agreed to anything to make the pleasure continue.
Trevor released my mouth, and his eyes locked with mine as he continued to work my clit, bringing me to the edge. “That’s right, honey,” he praised. “You’re so fucking sexy when you let go like this. You’re going to come hard for me, aren’t you?” When I didn’t answer, his fingers pinched my clit lightly, making me moan. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m going to come hard.” The words sounded strained, and it was difficult to get them past my lips.
“After you come hard for me, I’m going to drive you to that hotel, and then I’m going to fuck you against the door of the room.”
“Oh, Goddess,” I moaned.
“When I do that, you’re going to scream my name,” he rasped out. “You’re going to scream so loud, everyone in the hall will know I’m fucking you. Everyone will know I’m making that pussy of yours mine.”
I was so turned on, all I could manage was a low keening noise.
Trevor leaned in close to my ear, speaking quietly. “After that, I’m going to take you across my lap and spank your sexy ass because I want that ass red and stinging when I fuck you from behind.”
That was all it took to send me over the edge. I leaned into Trevor’s shirt to muffle my screams as my orgasm rocked my body. When the spasms finally eased, I looked up to find Trevor’s intense gaze locked with mine.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect,” he said before helping me off the hood of the car. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.”
Chapter Sixty
Trevor
The five minute drive to the hotel seemed to take hours. What I’d done to Melina in the parking lot had made things a thousand times worse, but I’d been unable to resist the temptation to make her come. There was something incredibly sexy about getting Melina to let go of her inhibitions. It triggered some primal part of me that wanted to know Melina would give all of herself to me. I’d always liked being more dominant in bed, so one could argue this was an extension of that kink, but that wasn’t all of it. I was helpless to resist my witch. I wanted her constantly, and I would do anything to make her happy. I was hers. She quite literally owned me.
I rushed Melina up to our room and slammed the door shut.
“Take your panties off,” I commanded, and I almost laughed at her raised eyebrow. Yeah, she’d play games with me, but Melina would never truly submit. That happened to be one of her best qualities, so I wasn’t about to complain. “Please, take your panties off so I can fuck you against the door like I promised.” My tone sounded more commanding than cajoling, but based on her moan, she didn’t mind.
She kicked out of her shoes, and reached down to slide off her panties, leaving her in only the thin sundress. Her eyes remained locked on my fingers as I began to slowly unbutton my shirt, drawing out the anticipation, knowing I was torturing myself more than her. After tossing my shirt to the side, I reached for my belt, undoing it, while keeping my eyes locked on Melina, reading her reaction. Her breathing was labored, and I didn’t miss the way she toyed with the hem of her dress, possibly imagining me shoving that dress up to fuck her. Rather than freeing my throbbing dick, I grabbed Melina and moved her so I could press her back against the door. Dropping to my knees, I bunched up her dress and leaned my face closer, inhaling her scent. This hadn’t been part of my plan, but I was suddenly desperate to taste her and to draw out the exquisite torture.
“Turn around and put your hands on the door,” I ordered, and when she obeyed without questioning me, I lifted her skirt and spread her legs slightly apart so I could slide my tongue inside of her. Melina pressed back against my face with a moan.
My dick was begging to be inside of her, but my need to drink in my witch’s orgasm, to taste her pleasure, kept me going, driving her toward yet another climax. I fucked her relentlessly with my tongue. One hand moved forward so I could strum her clit, and her movements against my face became even more frenzied. Her hips rolled and thrust back. My own moans of pleasure vibrated against her hot core as her body tightened around my tongue. I knew she was close, and I was dying to make her come again. My finger on her clit made a circular motion as my tongue thrust in and out of her.
It wasn’t long until she screamed, convulsing around my tongue.
Chapter Sixty-One
Melina
I was going to die from pleasure overload, and I was most likely going to beg for it to happen. I wasn’t the submissive type, but I loved having Trevor control my pleasure because it freed me up to just feel. When Trevor helped me stand, he pressed his erection against my ass. I reached a hand back, wanting to free his dick from his pants and wrap my fingers around it, but Trevor released me and stepped away.
“Don’t you want me to help you with that?” I asked, turning to face him with a sweet smile.
Trevor’s eyes darkened. “Behave.”
“Or what?” I asked.
“You already know what happens to bad little witches,” he rasped out, pulling me closer to his body and bending his knees to press his erection against me.
After three intense orgasms, my need for Trevor’s touch shouldn’t be this intense, but I was dying to have him inside of me. “I thought you couldn’t wait to get in me,” I pouted. “Let me help you with your problem.”
Trevor’s lips lifted into a sexy grin. “I am going to turn your ass a lovely shade of red for teasing me.”
“Teasing you?” I asked. “It seems you’re the one who’s teasing me.”
Trevor’s grin widened. “I do love teasing you. Now, get that sexy ass of yours over to the bed.”
My hips swayed back and forth as I walked across the room, knowing Trevor’s eyes were on me the entire time. That was exactly what I wanted, to make Trevor lose control, much like he’d made me. I noticed the box of condoms on the bedside table, thankful Trevor had thought to have them brought up to our room.
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nbsp; “Not yet,” he told me when his eyes followed mine to the box. “Don’t you remember me promising you a spanking?”
“You also promised to fuck me against the door first,” I reminded him.
“I fucked you with my mouth,” he told me.
“Please, Trevor.” I wasn’t above begging at this point. “I need you in me. I’m going crazy.”
“Bend over the bed,” Trevor told me, and I was relieved when I saw him reach for the box of condoms. “Rest your cheek on the bed and put your hands as far out in front of you as you can,” he ordered, and I instantly obeyed.
The heat of Trevor’s magic gliding along my body made me moan. It also distracted me from the spell that bound my wrists, holding them stretched above my head. When I tried to move my feet, I felt the magic bonds holding them in place, with my legs spread slightly. I could barely move, but rather than being angry about being trapped, I was aroused. My nipples hardened, and heat pooled between my legs.
When Trevor pushed my skirt up, and his hand slapped down on my ass, I jerked as much as the bindings would allow. “What should I do with you, honey?”
“Fuck me?” I suggested.
His hand slapped down onto my other ass cheek, and he landed three more stinging swats before he spoke again. “You like it when I spank you, don’t you?” He didn’t wait for a reply before smacking my ass four more times in quick succession. The sting felt so good at this point that I was moaning. “Answer me,” he ordered, leaning over my body to bite the back of my neck.
I’d been so distracted, I hadn’t noticed Trevor had taken his clothes off. The hard length of his erection pressed against my ass.
Trevor stood and spanked me hard, making me squirm in a futile attempt to bring my legs closer together. “Tell me how much you like it when I spank you.”
“I love it when you spank me,” I admitted with no shame. “I can’t take anymore, Trevor.”
His hand slid between my legs, stroking me, and he moaned when he felt my wetness. I was squirming in an effort to get even closer to his hand.
I heard the tearing of the condom wrapper, shortly before I felt the head of Trevor’s dick at my entrance. I groaned when I tried to press back against him and realized I couldn’t.
“Take the spell off!” I pleaded.
My demand was met with a husky chuckle from Trevor as he slowly slid into my body. How he was maintaining his self-control, I had no clue. I’d have cast a spell of my own if my brain hadn’t completely short-circuited from lust.
Once he was pressed all the way inside of my body, I heard Trevor’s sexy groan. The magical bonds slowly released, and as they did, I felt his heated magic caress my skin while his fingers gripped my hips. Trevor’s thrusts were slow and methodical. I pressed back against him, needing more contact, needing him to fuck me harder.
“More,” I insisted.
“More what, honey?” he asked, and I loved the strained quality of his voice. He wasn’t nearly as in control as I’d thought.
“I need you to fuck me harder,” I ground out, rocking back to meet his slow thrusts.
“Demanding little witch,” he murmured. “I fucking love that about you.”
Trevor’s thrusts increased in intensity until he was lifting my feet off the ground each time he slammed into my body. I was making loud keening noises as Trevor drove me to the edge.
“Oh, Goddess!” I moaned loudly. My orgasm was just out of reach, and the pleasure was driving me insane.
“Fuck,” Trevor hissed, pulling out. Before I could complain, he flipped me onto my back and thrust into my body again. “I need to see your face when you come.”
My eyes locked with Trevor’s. He was even sexier with the look of complete concentration on his face. His gaze was locked with mine as he filled my body completely. Everything about this man aroused me, and it wasn’t long until I was screaming his name while my body convulsed around his dick.
He shouted with his own release before murmuring, “I love you. I love you so damn much.”
Chapter Sixty-Two
Trevor
Knowing Melina was mine—really and truly my witch—had triggered some primal part of my brain that made me want to claim her in every way. If Melina knew how close I’d come to fucking her with no condom, she’d probably zap me with that impotence spell I’d been told she could expertly wield. I’d never, not even in my stupid teen years, been tempted to fuck any witch without a condom, but Melina wasn’t just any witch. She was my witch. I’d also admitted that I loved her. What the hell had I been thinking? Melina wasn’t ready for any declarations of love.
“I’ll be right back,” I told Melina as I made my way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
“Trevor,” Melina called out from the bedroom.
“Yeah,” I replied, walking back into the room, trying to look casual.
“There’s no reason for either of us to get weird about what you said,” she began. “People say things they don’t mean during sex.”
At least, I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Now, I was getting pissed at Melina for trying to make my declaration of love out to be nothing more than my dick stealing too much blood for my brain to function. “I don’t say those sorts of things during sex. I have never said that to any witch before today.”
She let out a sigh and climbed off the bed to walk toward me. “I’m sure the affinity test was affecting your self-control when you said it. There were a lot of things going on today.”
Since I felt like it was a mistake to tell her how I felt now, I should jump on these excuses. Melina had made it easy for me to play this off and avoid a seriously uncomfortable talk, but I didn’t want to pretend I hadn’t told her I loved her. Maybe my timing sucked, but that didn’t change how I felt.
She was standing in front of me, giving me a reassuring smile. “Stop stressing about this, Trevor. I’m not going to freak out over confessions made during sex.”
I moved closer to her, sliding one arm around her lower back and cupping her cheek with my other hand. When she looked up at me, I leaned forward to brush my lips against her. “Since you aren’t planning to hold any confessions I make during sex against me, I guess I’ll have to say this again. I love you, Melina Blackwood. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She gave me a sly smile. “I know.”
I blinked twice as her words registered in my brain. “You know?”
“Yes, I know. I just wanted to see if you had the balls to admit it to me, or if you’d let me give you an easy out,” she pulled away and walked toward the phone. “I’m starved. Let’s order room service.”
“Hold up!” I called out. “You know how I feel, and you’re not freaking out about it?”
She looked at me over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “Why would I freak out?”
“I figured you weren’t ready to admit to our feelings. I thought I’d need to work harder to convince you we belong together,” I admitted.
My annoying witch laughed. “You are such an idiot,” she told me with a shake of her head. “Did I not take an affinity test with you?”
“Does this mean you love me, too?” I asked.
“Do you really need me to tell you how I feel?” she asked.
“Yes,” I admitted. “It would be nice to hear the words.”
She shook her head.
“You’re going to refuse to tell me you love me?” I demanded, but then I worried she might be saying she didn’t love me, and my face fell. “Forget I asked that question.”
“You are such a moron,” she muttered. “Of course, I love you. I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t.”
In that moment, I could almost forget the many things we had to worry about. I could almost forget my crazy ex out killing people and the danger I’d put Melina in. My witch loved me, and I had every intention of spending the rest of the night showing her how much she meant to me.
She must have caught the hunger in my gaze because she
put up a hand. “Food first. Geez! This is why I didn’t want to tell you I loved you until after I ate.”
Chapter Sixty-Three
The Lover
Pictures of that whore had been posted on all the witch sites on the internet by people claiming to have seen her and Trevor pass their affinity test. The demon bitch must have somehow convinced Trevor’s father to lie, saying they’d passed when it wasn’t possible. At first, I’d wanted to kill her, but now, I knew death would be too good for her. I didn’t have the stomach to torture her long enough to make her pay for the pain she’d caused me.
As for Trevor, he would definitely pay for all the pain he’d put me through. I would own him and make him suffer just as he was making me suffer. Tearing my eyes from the photos of Trevor and the whore, I looked down at the mutilated witch. It was Melina Blackwood’s fault the witch was dead. She was the reason I’d had to kill. Trevor also had to take some of the blame for this witch’s death.
This witch hadn’t been the one I’d hoped to grab. It had been my plan to hurt Trevor after the pain he’d caused me by taking an affinity test with another woman. His sister was staying at his house, and I’d figured she’d make an easy target. That had all changed when I’d realized there was a werewolf at Trevor’s home with his sister. After finding the werewolf there, I’d been forced to take a disappointing substitute. The little witch had pleaded for her life and promised me anything if I let her live.
I needed to make sure Trevor and the bitch knew about this kill and understood that it was their fault. Looking back at the witch’s remains, I felt the pulsing between my legs.
“Does it arouse you?” I asked Zahrel.
He was dressed in his black hooded robe again, his long-fingered hands the only part of him visible. With the power of these last kills, he no longer looked skeletal or faded in and out, but he still remained hidden for the most part. “Does what arouse me?” he asked, sounding bored.
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