by Lane Hart
I raised my head to look up at Sam’s face through my messy, tangled hair and smiled. “Good morning.”
He grinned at me, his eyes still drowsy. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Whatever! I’m a mess! But it’s all your fault,” I joked.
“Do you feel okay?” he asked, his eyebrows creased with worry.
“Yeah I do. I thought it would hurt but it didn’t, and I only feel just a little bit sore.”
Truthfully I’d been so nervous because I was certain it would hurt, especially given Sam’s size. But he’d been so gentle that luckily it was much more pleasure than pain.
“Good, then maybe you’ll want to do that with me again sometime,” he joked. But I could feel him growing and pressing against my lower stomach as I laid on top of him, making warmth spread through me. Oh, even with the hint of soreness I wanted him again.
“Maybe?” I asked as I raised up on top of him, straddling him and rocking gently back and forth so my sex grazed over his erection. “Does that feel like a maybe?”
“Oh, hell yes,” he moaned as he grabbed my hips and pressed me against him.
“Oh!” I cried out and my back arched at how good he felt against me. I wanted him in me but I wanted a chance to touch him and see all his incredible nakedness better.
“Come take a shower with me,” I said as I climbed off of him and out of bed. I didn’t have to tell him twice, and I squealed when he suddenly picked me up and carried me over his shoulder the rest of the way.
I would never take a shower again without thinking about the one I had with Sam that morning. The sex had been even better than the night before, which I hadn’t thought was possible. I knew I’d be seeing the image of him as the water cascaded down all his smooth, tan muscles in my dreams over and over again.
After our shower we finally managed to get partially dressed, and were just wrapped around each other as we laid in bed and the sun finally started to rise. I could tell something was on Sam’s mind but was sort of shocked to find out what it was.
“So, Kate,” he started, “There’s someone I want you to meet. Well, I don’t want you to meet him, but I’d be a jerk if I didn’t introduce you to him,” he started explaining.
“Okay. Who is it?” I asked since I was clueless.
“My roommate. He’s actually a, um, warlock.”
“Oh.” I was confused. Why would he want me to meet him, and why hadn’t he told me what he was before now? Is that how he knew so much about witches?
“He’s got a problem only another witch or warlock can fix, and well, you’re the first one we’ve seen in five years,” he said.
I sat up and looked at Sam trying to grasp what he’d said. I suddenly felt sick. “Did you ask me out just so I’d help your friend?”
“God no!” he exclaimed as he raised up. “Kate, I wanted you as soon as you stepped on that bus, before I knew you were a witch,” he said and I felt like there was honesty in his words and eyes. “If you decide you don’t want to help him, that’s fine with me. I would be an asshole if I didn’t ask you, that’s the only reason I said anything.”
I relaxed a little but the whole thing had still caught me off guard. Thinking back, Sam had been walking away from me Friday night after he told me I was a witch, and I’d been the one to stop him, asking for his number. I blew out my breath.
“So, what’s his problem?”
“It’d be easier to show you then explain it. It’ll have more impact,” he said with a half-smile.
I was calming down since Sam hadn’t seemed anything but genuine with me.
“Then, let’s go,” I told him.
“Okay, but only if I can take you to get some breakfast first. I feel bad for making you skip dinner last night.”
“I wanted you more than food,” I told him honestly.
“There is nothing I want more than you,” Sam said as he kissed me. “Thanks for agreeing to meet my roommate, and you should know that he says that witches and warlocks have pheromones or chemistry or something like that, but he may just be full of shit. Either way that won’t be an issue in the shape he’s currently in.”
“Well, I’ve never met any warlocks that I know of, seeing as how my dad is a D.R.A. agent and all,” I said joking.
Chapter Ten
Sam
I took Kate to breakfast at Tex & Shirley’s since we’d missed dinner last night. The whole time we were there I couldn’t stop wondering if it was just a big coincidence that I knew a gorgeous witch about nineteen years ago who had worked at that same restaurant while she was in college. At Madison. And she just so happened to be pregnant with a D.R.A. agent’s baby. No way, it couldn’t be her, and I didn’t want to get Kate’s hopes up if I was wrong.
When we pulled up to my house after breakfast Chris was watching for us, like I knew he would be after I didn’t come home last night. And he knew damn well where I’d been.
Kate didn’t notice him so I didn’t say anything as we got out of the car and started up the front steps.
“Are you ready?” I asked. “Remember, he’s actually a warlock, okay?”
I knew she was confused but I just unlocked the door and led the way inside.
“There you are, jackass! You fucked with her last night didn’t you?” he yelled from where he was now sitting in front of the door.
Kate walked in and looked around for the loud-mouthed and inappropriate person talking while I closed the door behind her. When she finally looked down at the orange and white striped cat he spoke again.
“Hi, you must be that witch, Kate!”
“What the fuck?” she said slamming her back into me, making me laugh out loud as I put my arm around her waist and held her against me.
Chris narrowed his eyes at me. “You didn’t warn her I was a cat? Thanks a lot, asshole!”
Kate just stood there looking at Chris without saying anything.
“But damn she is hot! And you fucked her last night, didn’t you?” he asked belligerently, really pissing me off because he thought he had some claim to her, and because he’d been so crude in front of her.
“Chris, try and have some manners.”
This was going about like I thought it would – shitty.
“Kate, this is Chris. He’s a warlock that turned himself into a cat, but unfortunately for us he can still talk.”
“Kate, wow, you smell really good, like fresh flowers in the rain,” he said as he sniffed the air and started forward to rub against her legs. Kate was wearing a short dress.
“Chris!” I yelled stopping him. “Don’t you dare take another step. If you even try to look up her dress I will beat the shit out of you.” I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Kate was still frozen. “Um, Sam, I feel sort of … strange,” she said. I turned her around toward me and her face was flushed and she was sweating. Huh. The air conditioner was on about sixty-eight degrees in here since outside it was a warm September day. Maybe I should have warned her that he was a cat so she wouldn’t freak out.
“Ohhh,” Chris cried out as he laid down on the floor in front of us panting. Then he started rocking back and forth, like he was humping the floor.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked him.
Kate pressed herself against me with her head against my chest. I felt of her forehead to see if she had a fever. Her skin was blazing hot.
She pulled my hand off of her face and ran it down her breasts, pressing herself against me.
“Sam,” she barely breathed my name, and it was starting to sound more erotic.
Kate was running my hand down her body, lower and lower, then heading up her thigh under her dress. It was getting just a tad uncomfortable since Chris was still in the room, even if he was a cat. Not that I really minded. I looked over at him and he was still rubbing himself on the floor. Then it clicked.
“Shit! Shit, shit, shit!” I yelled. “Okay, Kate, we’re leaving.” “Chris, I’m
sorry but yeah,” I said as I opened the door and pushed Kate toward it. She didn’t seem to remember how to walk and when I pushed her lower back she made a sound.
“Sam! Sam, wait!” Chris hollered as he started crawling toward the door. “Let me out! Man, let me out. I’ve got to … ohhh,” he moaned.
I wasn’t sure about letting him outside. He’d never really been out of the front yard before. I wouldn’t be surprised if he got into a fight with a feral cat, but he looked like he was in bad shape. Although what he was planning on doing was damn disturbing, I still opened the door wide. “If you’re sure.”
“Thanks man,” he said as he ran out and down the street.
“Please,” Kate said as she unzipped my pants and pulled me out of my boxers to make sure I knew her intention. I didn’t have a chance to respond – like I’d have said no to her if I would’ve had the chance.
This innocent and shy girl had become a nympho seconds after meeting a warlock, one that was a cat. This was so not good.
We didn’t even make it to my bedroom. The couch was closer, which is where she took me down and was riding me before I even knew what the hell was happening. God, I loved dresses. They were so damn convenient. And how awesome was it that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it again today. Fortunately, I knew that since Chris didn’t have any hands he wouldn’t be busting back in on us anytime soon.
There was nothing gentle or romantic about the way she took me. Hell, it could only be described as fucking. It was like I was just the means to the end of an excruciating need she had to fulfill. Oh and she was so hot on the inside it felt like she’d melt my dick, not that I was complaining. It took no time at all before she came screaming, finally getting what she needed and taking me along for the ride.
“Shower?” I asked her after things finally settled down.
“Please,” she said, more of a plea than an agreement.
I had to carry her to my bathroom and before I could get the water warm in the shower she was all bent out of shape again. While this was great fun and all, I was concerned about what would happen if she was around Chris after he became a man again. That was never going to fucking happen.
We both got undressed quickly, and under the shower head I held Kate against me and kissed her, but she wasn’t interested in any sort of foreplay.
“Like earlier?” I panted as she stroked me, all but climbing up me.
“Yes,” she whimpered as she rubbed my erection against her sex. I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and leaned her back against the wall as I thrust into her. She cried out wanting it harder and faster, as her nails dug into my back so I tried to take her as rough as she demanded. The blood lust was stronger this time than the times before, and I had to pull my mouth away from hers to finish after I felt my fangs descend.
Chapter Eleven
After we got dirty and then clean once again, I’d had enough of being in this house and was ready to leave. I was hoping that some distance would help. I insisted on driving and Kate agreed, handing her keys over to me. She was quiet on the way back to her apartment, and just stared out her window.
It seemed fresh air and distance was calming her down. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or sad it had passed. I think I was more relieved. I didn’t like the way the lust had violently erupted between Kate and Chris, even if he was a damn cat. I felt sick as I wondered if Kate felt attracted to him because of fucking genetics.
“Kate, are you okay?” I asked when she didn’t make any motion to get out of her car after I pulled up to her apartment and turned off the engine.
She shook her head just a little. I got out and went around to open the passenger door for her. She turned her head away from me but not before I saw her tears. My heart sank because I had no clue why she was crying. Well, it might have something to do with the fact that yesterday she was a virgin and since then we’d done it four times, no make that five times. In one day. And we just met. I was a real gentleman alright.
I crouched down beside the car so I could see her better. “Kate, look at me. Please tell me what’s wrong.” I reached to turn her face toward me and felt the wetness of her tears.
“You’re killing me,” I said as my hand fell from her.
Finally she turned back to me and the tears in her eyes only made them more beautiful and brighter.
“I feel like such a slut, and I don’t want you to think of me that way,” she sniffled and looked away.
“Kate, don’t be ridiculous. Even though we just met, I know you’re not a slut. What happened at my place was those hormones or pheromones I told you about. It’s apparently like an instinct you can’t help or do anything about,” I told her. “And I thought, well, I hope that last night and this morning was because you wanted to be with me.”
“I do, I mean I did,” she said softly without looking at me. “I’m just confused.”
I didn’t like how she’d used the past tense, and that she was confused worried me too. “Are you confused because of how you felt about Chris?” I asked.
“What? No! He’s a freaking cat!” she exclaimed.
“So you didn’t feel like there was an, um, attraction to him?”
“No. I just don’t like how out of control I felt. My body acted on it’s on and my mind didn’t know why I was doing what I was doing, and couldn’t stop it from happening. And it hurt,” she barely spoke the last part but it still knocked the air out of me.
“Kate, shit, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” I’d never felt so shitty in all my life as I did at that moment.
“It wasn’t your fault, it was mine. That’s what I mean, my body still wanted it, even though it hurt.”
“I should have known. I should’ve realized you’d be sore, but I’m a fucking idiot.” I didn’t know what to say or do. I was too scared to touch her because I was afraid she’d recoil, and it would kill me.
Kate sighed and then finally started getting out of her car. I handed her keys back to her because I was pretty sure I was about to be dismissed.
“Sorry I’m such a mess. I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything,” she said as she kept looking at the ground. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
There it was, my dismissal. I deserved nothing less after hurting her. Then she walked away and left me standing there feeling miserable.
It was depressing to see our weekend together end like this. I’d loved being with Kate and I thought she liked being with me, well, before I took her over to my stupid house.
When I got home Chris was lying on the porch, flopped out on his side. I wasn’t sure he was alive until he jumped up when he heard me coming up the steps.
“Hey man,” he said wearily. “I could really use something to eat. And drink. A big bowl of milk,” he said as he sluggishly walked through the front door after I unlocked it, then laid down again on the floor.
“Ah. It feels so good in here.”
I was surprised he hadn’t said anything about Kate yet, but knew it was coming. Feeling a little sorry for him, I fixed his bowl of cat food, milk and even threw a piece of bologna on the floor for him.
He was so tired he almost crawled over to the food, put seemed to rejuvenate somewhat as he ate and drank.
I threw a frozen pizza in the microwave since I was starving from all the extracurricular activities of the last twenty-four hours.
As I stood and watched it go around in circles, Chris started in.
“So you’re fucking my witch?” he asked.
I had to brace myself on the counter and take a deep breath before I could respond.
“First of all, she’s not “your” witch,” I told him. “And she wants to be with me. I don’t care if she just so happens to be a witch.”
“Witches want warlocks, they can’t resist. Both might screw around with humans, and leeches apparently, but there’s no ignoring the pheromones. You’re wasting your time. She’s going to want to fuck me and when she d
oes she’ll forget all about you,” he said as he licked his paws to wipe the milk off his mouth.
I wanted to knock the teeth out of his little kitty mouth. “She said she didn’t want you,” I told him, hoping to quash any hopes he may have.
“No shit! I’m still a fucking cat,” he said without hesitation, like he already knew that. “Did you tell her you’re a bloodsucker?”
“Yes, jackass. And she doesn’t care.” I smiled at the memory, “Actually, she seemed pretty damn happy that she didn’t have to worry about me knocking her up.” I left him to simmer over that as I grabbed my food out of the microwave.
“Yeah, but what happens when she changes her mind, or if she decides to tell her daddy about you?”
I couldn’t say I hadn’t thought about the first part myself. But she was really young and that was definitely not something we needed to worry about anytime soon.
“You mean if, if she changes her mind, and she wouldn’t tell her dad.”
“Whatever asshole. Did she agree to do the spell?” he asked hopeful.
“There wasn’t much time for talking,” I rubbed in.
“What the fuck!” he yelled, getting angry and making his cat face look ridiculous. “I’ve been a cat for years. Years! And you can’t take your scrawny dick out of her for five minutes so she can do the fucking spell?”
“Whoa now! I do not have a “scrawny” dick, or do I need to smack you in the face with it so you can be damn sure? And she just found out she’s a witch. She doesn’t know anything about spells yet.”
“I can show her if you’d let me talk to her!”
I grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and started heading to my room and away from another fucked up conversation with him about.
“It will be hard for the two of you to talk when you’re humping the floor and she’s fucking me,” I said to infuriate him as I started down the hall. “So how many litters of kittens should we be expecting from your romp around the block? Will you have to pay kitten support to your babies’ mamas?”