by Lane Hart
"One other thing. Sam’s not happy about the other warlocks. He said for you to tell them he'll castrate any that come within ten miles of Kate." There’s a break and then I hear the man add, "And he'll kill them if they come any closer. Believe me when I say that's not an idle threat, Jason."
"Is Sam Kate's vampire that we heard about on TV?" Jason asks with a smile.
"Yeah. Her husband now actually."
"And is it true you're a grandfather?"
"Yeah, Madison Elizabeth is my new granddaughter. Named where Sam and Kate met and her grandmother. She's eight-weeks-old, and so beautiful. She reminds me of Kate when she was a baby."
"Yeah. I remember," Jason says sadly.
"Just to warn you Jason, Kate looks a lot like Elizabeth."
"I know. When I saw the picture on TV I was floored by the resemblance."
"Well, call when you get to the border and give us a head's up, okay?"
"Sure. See ya," Jason says, then climbs on top of me before he disconnects. His lips claim mine again, his erection still free of his pants, ready for round two, pressing against my stomach.
"You're killing me," I tell him.
"I know, but even without the witnesses, I don't want our first time to be in a bunk on a bus," he says. "I wonder if we can talk them into getting a hotel tonight."
"No hotels," comes from the outside.
"What the fuck?" Jason complains. "Pretty please."
Nothing but silence
"Do you guys know about my spell called 'The Heart-Stopper'?" Jason asks.
There’s a beat of silence. "Is that a threat?" the voice that sounds like Sebastian’s asks.
Jason smiles down at me. "Maybe. Unless you stop at a hotel tonight."
"Fine. We need to stop in Charlotte anyway," he says with a grumbling sigh.
"Awesome. How many hours away?" Jason asks, his lips moving to a ticklish spot on my neck.
"About five and a half," comes the response.
"That should be enough time for foreplay," he whispers to me.
Five hours later I've had three mini orgasms through clothing and I’m ready to explode. I know Jason is in worse shape than I am. He’s becoming more urgent and possessive with his hands and mouth. There were several times where I thought he was going to say screw it and take me right then. Finally the bus comes to a stop.
"About fucking time," Jason mutters, moving the curtain to climb out. I hear Max whine like he can't hold it in much longer either.
I run my hands through my nest of messy hair, straighten my clothes, and then climb out behind him.
"Matt's gone to get the keys to the rooms. You don't mind sharing one with two of the guys do you?" Sebastian asks, and I think Jason might actually kill him. "Kidding. Damn."
I stretch up to kiss Jason to calm him down. When I pull back I whisper, "Condoms?" against his ear.
He smiles, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket and opens it to show me two Magnums tucked away inside.
"Good. Why don't you go walk Max and then we'll be ready…" I don't get a chance to finish my sentence before he’s out the door with the dog.
I stand there trying not to look at the other men, even though I feel their eyes on me. After a while I can't take the silence any longer.
"So, you guys don't have wives or girlfriends?" I ask.
"Nope. We're holding out on our witches," Sebastian answers.
"Sounds like you might be waiting a while."
"Only nineteen years," Sebastian responds. "Do you want to carry one of them?"
"One of what?" I ask.
"The witch babies."
"Excuse me?"
"We're going to fertilize some of the witch's eggs and reproduce. Replenish our numbers."
"You're joking right? That's why you want Jason's niece?"
"Yes, and her daughter. In fifteen years or so when she matures, she'll be the most powerful witch ever."
"That's disturbing…they'll never agree to it."
"Did you forget? I'm psychic, and have already seen it. Seth's mate will be raised by Kate's father and his vampire. Kate and her vampire will raise Ryan's mate. Kate's daughter Madison will be mine, and you and Jason will raise Matt's mate before you have your own sons. Either you can carry the baby, or someone else will and then you'll raise it. Up to you I assume, I haven’t seen that clearly," he says with a shrug, like it’s no big deal. He can’t be serious. The whole idea of basically growing witch babies like tomatoes is preposterous.
When Jason comes back up on the bus he grabs his bag then my hand, and with Max, we’re heading to a hotel room. I hear Sebastian call out to remember the oath. I’m still trying to process what all that strange handsome man had just said, but as soon as we're in the room Jason is on me, making me forget my own name.
He pulls my pants down while backing me up to a bed. Lifting me up by my waist he sits me on the edge of the mattress to pull my shoes off and the rest of my clothes. To speed things along I take my top off and unfasten my bra, before Jason gets back to my mouth. Reaching under his shirt I push it up and off before rubbing along his smooth stomach and chest. I don't make it to his pants before his mouth slides down my body and spreads my thighs.
"I owe you two orgasms this way before I can take you," he says, his tongue rubbing roughly along my folds.
"Jason, please," I beg. My clit is swollen and throbbing for relief as his mouth moves over it and his tongue quickly begins to caress and tease. The pressure continues to build until my legs stiffen and my hips rock toward his mouth.
"Yes! Oh God yes!" I cry out as my orgasm rolls through my body in wave after wonderful wave. I barely catch my breath before Jason slides two fingers in and out of my pussy while his mouth keeps moving over my clit, taking me under again.
My body lays limp and satisfied from one end to the other while Jason stands up and undresses. When he climbs back up on the bed and kneels between my legs he already has a condom in place. Even though he’s well-endowed, I’m so wet and ready that his long, hard cock eases right into me.
Fully sheathed, the thickness and length of him filling me makes me gasp. If my ex was a small fry, Jason is definitely...supersized.
"Supersized," he chuckles above me, after I must’ve said it aloud. He looks down at me and smiles before lowering his chest, until there isn't an inch of space between our bodies.
"Being in you is even better than I imagined," he says, then his lips are on mine.
I wrap my legs around his waist and reach up to run my fingers through his hair when he starts moving slowly. Bracing his weight on one arm, his other hand grasps my ass, grinding my pelvis against his while his tongue possesses every inch of my mouth.
"You feel so damn good Cyn," he says, pushing himself as deep as he can go inside me and staying there without retreating. My pussy tighten around his shaft, holding him in place until pleasure erupts from me. I grasp Jason's broad shoulders as my hips ride the tremors out and I hear him groaning above me when my orgasm milks his release from him.
The weight of his body is nice and heavy above mine until he finally rolls us to our sides, still holding me to him. Brushing my hair back from my face he smiles at me sweetly, making me melt. "Thanks for coming with me."
"Do you mean on the road trip with a bus full of warlocks, or the orgasms?" I giggle.
"Both," he answers with his own chuckle.
"Thanks for letting me come with you, in both instances."
"The night is young and there's a helluva lot more coming to come."
"But only one lonely condom left," I remind him.
"Fuck. Maybe one of those bastards has a few."
"Doubtful. They're-," I stop, worried that if I tell Jason about the conversation he'd missed on the bus that the potion might actually kill me. "I can't say."
"What do you mean you can't…goddamn them. Hold on," he grumbles, climbing off the bed and rummaging through his duffle bag. He climbs back up beside me with a vial of clear liquid. "Here, take a
swig of this. It's just holy water."
He uncorks it and I put the glass to my lips before tipping it back, swallowing a few sips. "So what's with the holy water?" I ask. It takes like regular water to me.
"It counters spells, breaks them. Now tell me what you were going to say. If it still starts trying to kill you we'll go kill one of them first and do the invincible spell."
"Are you crazy?"
"Trust me. Do you think I'd risk your life if I thought for a second that one, their spell would actually work after what they said about being weak, and two, that the holy water wouldn't work?"
"Okay. I trust you. So, they said they're saving themselves for witches created by your niece."
"What?” Jason jerks away from me in surprise. “You're kidding right?"
"No. And apparently we're going to raise one."
That causes him to throw his head back and laugh. "There is no fucking way that’s going to happen. They are some crazy motherfuckers. Sam, Kate's husband and a vampire, said he'd castrate any warlock that goes within a few miles of her, and kill them if they get closer than that."
I shrug a shoulder, trying not to take his adamant statement personally. "That's what he said. And he said he's seen it in the future."
Jason’s face falls. "My sister saw the future in her dreams."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I didn't believe her,” he says, hanging his head. “But she always knew what I was up to, and she told me I'd end up a police officer. She even knew our mother was going to die in a car wreck. I wonder if this guy is for real or making shit up."
"He did know about you and me," I say.
"I better call Tom and give him a heads up while we're out of earshot. How're you feeling?"
"I'm fine, so I don't think I'm dying. You should use the hotel phone in case the other is…"
"Tapped or something?" he finishes. "You think they'd do that?"
"We don’t know them."
"Yeah. You're right."
Jason rolls off the bed, still naked and so damn sexy. He pulls the cell phone from his discarded pants and dials the number saved on it using the hotel phone.
"Hey, Tom, it's Jason again. So what do you know about these guys?" he asks. I can't hear the other side of the conversation this time. I’m also distracted by the beautiful man standing next to me. "Did you know they want to use Kate to breed witches?" he asks. He has to pull the phone away from his ear at the response. "Yeah that's what I thought too, but apparently the psychic has already seen it. Are you sure you still want us to bring them to your doorstep?"
"Three vampires?" he asks then, "You're a vampire? When the fuck did that happen? Jesus. Okay, well I convinced them to stay at a hotel tonight so that'll slow us down somewhat," he tells him. "Alright. Later."
"Everything okay?" I ask, reaching out to rub Jason’s back when he sits down on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah. Two weeks ago he became a fucking vampire. Tom, he was my sister's…well he would’ve been my sister's husband, if she hadn't died before his divorce went through."
"Huh. Maybe he doesn't want to age anymore either," I tell him.
"I…that wasn't my reason for the spell. I did it to cheat death, to take back all the years that were taken away from my sister and my mom from the man that was responsible. I was so fucking angry when I lost them. And if they'd had the spell…"
"They'd still be alive," I finish.
"Yeah, but they were both too good and innocent to ever kill someone to keep living. But let's not get into all that depressing shit," he says, stretching out beside me. "Since you're not dying, I want you again, you gorgeous woman." His hand cups one of my breasts, making me moan, and his eyes stay lowered on them while his fingers tease.
"What are we waiting for?" I ask and he gives me a crooked smile.
"Since I've only got one condom left, I'm trying to decide how I want to take you. Do you have a preference?"
"Yes. I want to be on top," I immediately respond. Jason’s turquoise eyes darken with arousal when he flashes a wicked grin.
"Then climb on and ride me, baby," he says, moving to the center of the bed and flopping to his back.
Damn he looks good laying sprawled out, hands behind his head. His chiseled muscles are all on display, waiting for me to have my way with him.
"I really like your twenty-one year old body," I say as I straddle his hips.
"I love your twenty-five year old body," he replies, sliding his hands up and down my sides.
"How'd you get so smooth?" I ask, fanning my hands over the bare, soft skin of his pelvis before grasping his length.
He sucks in a breath before he answers. "Warlock thing."
"That's a very nice perk," I tell him with a smile. "I bet women love going down on you."
He chokes out a laugh. "Actually they do, but no one does that better than you," he says. His fingertips reach up and caress the side of my face before pulling my lips down to his. "My beautiful Cyn."
Leaning forward I comb my fingers through the sides of his auburn hair and kiss him while I teasingly rub my naked body over his hard one. Jason growls before gripping both sides of my bottom.
"Damn you're amazing, and your ass is incredible. I never want to let it go."
"Glad you like it," I laugh.
Stretching to reach the other side of the bed for the last condom, he tears the package and rolls it on.
Jason’s beautiful teal eyes holding mine are heated, burning into my soul when he lifts me up by my waist and lowers me slowly down onto him, until our bodies are joined. I may not know what the future holds, but I know without a doubt that I’m where I’m supposed to right now.
Chapter Nine
Jason
I feel like a drug addict, needing a fix. It hasn't been thirty minutes since Cyn rode me until we both came, and I already want her again. I’m getting jittery and restless for another round. Just one more time and I’ll quit.
Hell, who was I fooling? I’m not sure if I'll ever get enough of the woman. I jump out of bed, dress in record time, and head for the door.
"Where are you going?" the redheaded angel sits up and asks from the hotel bed.
"I need more condoms. Lots and lots of fucking condoms. Right this second. Just stay there, and don't even think about putting clothes on."
She falls back on the pillows laughing. "Okay, but hurry back. I'd hate to have to," she gasps as her hand slips between her thighs. "Pleasure myself because you took too long."
My hand resting on the door knob shakes when I groan. "Not helping woman. Not fucking helping."
I rush over to the room next door and knock, pretty sure all the "coven" is staying in there.
Ryan, the youngest, answers the door holding a smart phone connected to the white earbuds hanging around his neck.
"Hey, we didn't think we'd see you so soon," the boy smirks.
"How old are you?" I ask and he instantly frowns.
"Thirteen."
"God, you're still a baby. Cover your ears damn it." I push past him into the room where the other four guys lounge. "Do any of the have condoms?" I say the last word as softly as possible.
"I do," the one named Matt says from where he’s propped up against the headboard of one of the beds.
"Thank you. I owe you. Anything you want, name it."
He arches a dark eyebrow and grins. "Anything?"
"Damn it. Almost anything."
He leans over the side of the bed and when he pulls out a roll of condoms from a duffle bag I go back to "Anything."
"You got a spell book?"
Fuck.
"Maybe."
"Can I see it?" he asks.
"Maybe."
He dangles the keys to the best night of my life just out of reach.
"Fine. You, and only you can look at it." From what Sebastian said he probably can't activate them anyway.
"Deal," he says, handing them over, then jerking the gold foil packets back at the last seco
nd. "One more thing."
"What goddamn it?" I yell impatiently.
"You make one spell for me, of my choosing."
Fuck.
I go through the spells in my head, weighing the pros and cons.
"With the condition that you can't use any of them on my friends or family or I'll kill you."
"Deal," he says, finally dropping the condoms into my hand. When I turn to leave he chuckles. "But just so you know, I would've given them to you without asking anything in return just to hear more of those, 'Yes, God yes' moans come through the wall tonight," he tells me, doing a pretty damn good impression of Cyn's orgasm, which pisses me off, and makes the other guys snicker.
"Right. And just make sure you cover the boy’s ears and keep it down over here. We really don’t want to hear any of your moans through the walls," I tell them, then head out the door.
...
I wake to knocking and then a woof from Max. I’m spooning with Cyn in front of me, and my body is so worn out I don't even have morning wood. We've slept maybe an hour or two at most all night. God the woman is incredible.
The knocking starts again. Fuck. I crawl out of bed and head for the door.
"What?" I ask, leaning against it without bothering to open it since I’m still naked.
"Time to go." I recognize Sebastian's voice on the other side.
"Give us fifteen minutes," I say then look down at my cock and over to the gorgeous naked woman in bed. There’s one condom left and who knows when we’ll get a chance to be together again. "Make that thirty."
"You better be out in thirty or we'll leave your asses."
"Yeah, yeah." I know he’s full of shit since I’m the only one that has the address in Mexico that they want so badly.
I stumble back to the bed and climb up, sweeping Cyn's long hair aside to nuzzle her neck.
"Umm," she moans as she stretches.
"Morning."
"Morning," she replies with a smile, her beautiful eyes still closed.
"We've got to get going. You want a shower before we leave?"
"God yes."
"You up for a round of shower sex?"
She blinks her emerald eyes open, looks up at me, and her smile broadens. "That sounds even better."