Layton’s eyes narrowed into slits as a self-righteous grin spread over his face. Blue flickers of light surrounded his hands before the wind swirling around Zeke sucked away and a long, tan-colored rope came rushing toward him.
Zeke held his ground, watching as the rope flew through the air, and he groaned when the rope smacked into his chest before dropping to the gravel road. He stared down at the rope on the ground, drawing in a long, controlled breath, then he jerked his gaze up. “That was mistake number two.”
He rocked back on his heels to take demonic form and kill this warlock when Bryanna screamed, “No.” Freezing in place, he glanced at her. Her eyes were wide, frantic, and she shook her head slowly. “Don’t. It’ll change you back.”
The evil inside of Zeke demanded he make Layton suffer until he writhed in pain, but one peek at Bryanna’s beautiful face reminded him he didn’t desire a violent life. His natural state hungered to steal and cause mayhem, but the stronger part of him had walked away from that life long ago.
No matter that even the good part of him thought Layton deserved death for hurting Bryanna, if he took a life, he’d never come back. Bryanna didn’t know how right she was—the moment he once again accepted the darkness, the Devil would end his punishment and he’d return to hell. Those had been the Devil’s conditions—do my bidding and I will set you free.
Zeke was already free.
He turned his attention to the warlock, who backed away from him toward his car. “Leave.”
Layton continued to retreat, never taking his eyes off Zeke as he neared the driver’s-side door. “You’ve ruined her life. Her coven will now reject her. I’ll tell them she sided with a demon.”
Zeke took a giant step forward, but Bryanna interjected, “Tell them that my home is now in Charmstone.”
Layton stared at her, incredulous, as if he didn’t know the witch sitting on the ground anymore—and well, Zeke thought that accurate. He had never known her. Never cared to understand her, only cared for his greed.
As Layton opened the car door, Zeke smiled, knowing Layton would eventually pay for his evil ways. “One word of advice—shed that greed from your soul, warlock. If not, the Devil will command your soul at death.”
Fear raged in the warlock’s eyes before he jumped in his car. In a split second, his tires spit up some of the gravel rocks and he tore away down the road, exactly as Zeke had expected—cowardly.
A little groan caught his attention and he turned to Bryanna, who had tears streaking her face. “Let me help.” He hurried to her side, knelt next to her and hastily removed the ropes.
Once she was free, he helped her to her feet, gazing into her watery eyes, and couldn’t help but smirk at her appearance. “I believe you looked exactly like this when I first met you—covered in dirt and hair in complete disarray.” Beautiful.
Bryanna laughed quietly, then she raised her hands to his face, tracing under his eyes. “I see flickers of fire here.”
“I’m sorry.” He shut his eyes, avoiding her. “I don’t want to scare you.” He took a long breath to settle the wrath coursing through his veins, demanding the evil inside of him to settle, as he’d done for so long now.
At her soft touch, he opened his eyes and another tear slid down her cheek. “I’m not afraid.” She stared so intently, giving him her warm smile. “I’ll never be afraid of you, Zeke.”
With her sweet caresses came the control of his dark side and the burn fled his veins, the fire extinguished in his body. “You came back.”
Her smile widened, indicating to him she only saw dark eyes now. “In the car…I couldn’t figure it out…I didn’t know what I wanted…but then, it all made sense. I finally understood why you didn’t stop me from leaving.”
Bringing his hands up around her cheeks, he cleared the tears off her face with his thumbs. “You did?”
She nodded, leaning into his touch. “You were doing the one thing no one ever did for me—you gave me the choice to decide my own life.” She rubbed her soft cheek against his palm. “I choose Charmstone. I choose you, Zeke.”
He didn’t need to hear anything more. He lowered his head, bringing his mouth to hers, and swept her away in his kiss. This witch, in most senses, was entirely wrong for him. Her kind heart was easy picking for any demon and if he had met her years ago, he wouldn’t have been able to be around her. It would’ve been too tempting and tested him too much. Now as his lips brushed against hers, he realized he might have been damned by birthright, but he had defied the odds and completely rejected his demonic heritage.
Her fingers pressed over top of his hands cupping her cheeks and an undeniable truth filled him. Bryanna searched to be loved and so did Zeke. He’d not only saved her. She saved him too.
After a final press of his lips against hers, he backed away, gazing at his stunning witch. Her eyelids were lowered, lips parted and her cheeks were a deep-rose color. She looked ruffled and aroused.
He liked her that way.
In fact, he intended to make her look even more disheveled. His hard cock pressed against his pants and reminded him how much he did want her, but something else more important rested heavy on his thoughts.
Lowering his hands from her face, he took her hand and pulled her along with him, heading back into Charmstone. “We have to go somewhere.”
“To my bed, I hope,” she murmured.
He winked. “Somewhere better.”
Chapter Eight
Thingamajigs.
Bryanna couldn’t take her eyes off the wooden sign hanging over top of the large bay window. Thingamajigs had been etched into the wood, with an old wrought iron lamp over it, making it glow within the dark night. The store resembled what she’d call an old, quaint cottage with a thatched roof and stone exterior.
She peeked in through the window as a soft lamp lit up the front of the store and she gasped. Inside were all the items she had conjured in that hour she had spent with Zeke. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned back to Zeke, speechless.
He grinned at her, and when she continued to gape at him, unable to put anything into proper words, he tucked her hair behind her ear. “Now you have a place where your magic isn’t useless. All of your thingamajigs will be a sure hit to those in Charmstone.”
A tear slid down her cheek. “You did this for me?”
“In part, I did this for myself too,” he murmured, stepping in closer toward her, causing her to tilt her head. “I’ve never seen a soul saved before, Bryanna.” His eyebrow arched. “Never.”
Drawing in a long breath, he swept her tears away with a brush of his fingers, then exhaled, fluttering the hair around her face. “I wanted to help you find a way to connect with your magic again. For you to see that you don’t need to be anything other than who you are. That your quirky magic doesn’t make you flawed, but makes you special. You can give the town something—a new store.”
He looked through the window, his eyes twinkling, then he turned to her. “So, yes, I did this for you, but that purpose gave me something I needed too—my final act of defiance against the Devil. I have made a soul happy without a deal with the Devil to achieve it.”
All she could do was stare at him in complete shock. She’d known Zeke was different from every other demon. A creature who should cause terror, but had simply helped her love herself. For the first time, she saw him—truly saw him—and the incredible sweetness in his soul, no matter darkness lived buried there too.
More to the point, she couldn’t believe he’d done this for her. He’d taken the time to put the shop together, brought her items from the field and had the sign designed. But most of all, she realized he’d done something that Layton never would have. “I’ll pay you back for the store.”
Zeke shook his head. “No, Bryanna.” He leaned down, holding her face tight in his hands. “You know as well as I do, money holds no meaning. This is my gift to you.” Dropping his hands from her face, he opened the door and a bell chimed. “Welcome to your shop.”
Zeke’s spicy scent stole the apples and cinnamon as he closed in on her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I didn’t have a chance to set it up as I hoped—”
“It’s perfect, Zeke,” she interrupted. “I love it.”
He spun her in his arms and looked down at her, those eyes that should be rich with evil only shining with tenderness. “You’ve given me more than I have you with this shop, believe me on that.”
Without letting her respond, his mouth pressed against hers and she leaned up into his kiss. He didn’t sweep her away in gentle sensations; he devoured her with his demanding kiss. His tongue tangling with hers was as heated as hell itself, making her burn.
He walked forward, pushing against her, and she reciprocated by walking backward until the back of her knees connected with the high-heeled chair. His breath was raspy against her face and the low humming noises coming from his mouth made her shiver. He didn’t bother with searing kisses up her thighs, teasing her clit to heat her up. He didn’t use playful flicks of his tongue to bring forth pleasure. No, he consumed her and set her aflame.
Breaking away from the kiss, his nostrils flared and his gaze seared into her. The way he looked at her now, the devilish smile turning up the corners of his mouth, made her tighten her thighs as her clit throbbed.
“I might be good,” he murmured. “But, Bryanna, I want to be wicked now.”
Heat pooled in her belly and she stood on her tiptoes, nipping at his chin. When she heard his sharp intake of breath, she looked back into his eyes and molten embers greeted her. “Well, Zeke, luckily for you…” she licked her upper lip in a slow sweep, “this witch likes it wicked.”
As he stared at her mouth, his gaze darkened, then she was spun around and her chest was pinned against the chair. He kicked open her legs, removed her yoga pants and her lace thong was ripped from her body. She hadn’t heard him unbuckle his pants, but when his hard cock connected with her fiery flesh, she shuddered.
Without any warning, he thrust himself inside of her and she gasped, shocked by his aggression. Oh hell, she’d unleashed his dark side. But oh my, she reaped the rewards as he withdrew, only to thrust himself back in with a loud slap of his skin against hers.
“Yes,” she screamed as he continued to rock into her with hard thrusts.
A sudden slap on her ass had her arching up into him, then a firm hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her. Another slap had her moaning and he only increased her loud noises with each hard thrust he delivered.
Two more slaps against her bottom made her skin flame hotter. His hard cock rubbed along a sensitive area, bringing tears into her eyes. He issued one final smack on her ass before he gripped her hip and quickened his thrusts, pounding into her.
Her eyes screwed shut as he gave her no choice but to climax. The hardness of his cock, matched with the area his dick caressed, had her pussy tightening. She grasped the cushion beneath her and all she could do was scream her pleasure as wave after wave of euphoria claimed her.
Without giving her the chance to recover, Zeke yanked her up against his chest, his hands squeezing her breasts through her t-shirt. “You’re damn beautiful when you come so hard on my cock.”
Not waiting for her response, he spun her around and her breath whooshed from her lungs, but he stole the sound with his mouth. His lips were forceful against hers and she returned the kiss with equal vigor. Now consumed with passion, she bit down hard on his lip, not at all surprised when she drew blood.
He groaned, deep and scary, moving away from her. He stared at her with dark eyes glinting dangerously, then he tossed her back onto the chair. Grasping her hips, he yanked her forward to rest her bottom against the edge. His eyebrow arched. “You forget, little witch, I am a demon.”
With his hands on her thighs, he widened her legs before he gave her a smile that should have frightened her. It didn’t. She burned for him. His cock pressed against her slit and when he thrust forward with one fluid stroke, her breath became trapped in her throat.
Now he fucked her—raw, fast, brutal.
Her eyes widened as she gripped his forearms, and when he slammed himself against her clit, she screamed, crashing and tumbling into an entire body orgasm, leaving her convulsing against him. But in the midst of her writhing, he flipped their positions and somehow she now straddled him with her feet resting on the floor and her hands on his chest.
With that dark stare on her and with her climax still soaring through her, his fingers tightened around her hips and he pummeled her from underneath—hard, quick thrusts that left her screeching in rapture. “Yeeeesss.”
Her body spun out of control into unknown pleasure. But before the peak of her climax broke wide open, she found herself gathered into strong arms, then her back was slammed against the wall.
As Zeke thrust into her again, with both her thighs draping over his arms and supporting her weight, she dropped her head into his neck. With each primal thrust into her, the candles shook on the shelves to her right, when suddenly glass shattered on the floor.
She raised her head and Zeke had flickers of fire in his eyes as he issued punishing thrusts. Her pussy squeezed around him and the scent of their sex swept through her nostrils, making her inner walls clamp down against him.
Once again, her climax rose and her eyes widened as his cock became hard as steel and he pumped into her with a speed no warlock could match. Keeping her gaze on him, she brought her hands up to his face and stared only at him…always at him. Each thrust he made brought her higher. Her eyes became blurry with the tears of pleasure and her inner thighs were damp from her arousal.
As his pelvis connected with her clit, she shuddered and Zeke groaned, low and deep. “Yes, Bryanna, come again.” He increased the force of his thrusts and each one banged harder against her clit, only adding to the power of her building climax.
With those powerful eyes focused entirely on her, she gave her demon what he wanted and her pussy spasmed. Now his eyes widened and his moans deepened. His cock hardened further and she reciprocated by soaking him with her arousal as he took her higher….and higher.
Trapped in his fierce gaze, she leaned into him and purred, “This time, you’re coming with me.” Lowering her head, she bit his neck and her teeth dug into his warm flesh, then she was coming.
The force and speed he came at her with gave her no choice but to tumble into her climax. Pleasure rushed into her with such power, she lost the hold of his skin and screamed, shuddering against him as he bucked and jerked, roaring out his pleasure.
Then there was only the hammering of her heart in her ears and the low harsh sounds of deep pants.
By the time her mind returned to her, she discovered he had switched places, with his back against the wall. He dropped down to the ground and she straddled his waist. There they stayed, both of their bodies in a sexy, sweaty state. After she caught her breath, and using the last bit of strength she possessed, she lifted her gaze to him. Zeke’s head was tipped back against the wall and his eyes were closed as he grinned in a way that could only belong to a demon who had just fucked a witch boneless.
She brushed her lips across his and he opened his eyes. In the depths of those eyes where evil should exist, she found something much softer, making her smile. “So, that’s what it’s like to fuck a demon?”
“No.” One sleek eyebrow lifted. “That’s what it’s like to fuck this demon.”
“Luckily for you, I rather enjoy this demon.” To prove her point, she squeezed her pussy around his cock.
His arched brow rose higher. “Luckily for you, lust is a sin that belongs to the Devil.” His soft cock hardened. �
��Since it appears my witch is a greedy little hellion.”
My witch…
So simply said, but not simple in its meaning. There in his soft gaze, she saw an undeniable truth—this was love. Zeke had given her a home in Charmstone and given her a shop where her magic had a purpose. He’d helped her find a life of her own.
“I am that, you know,” At his curious look, she added, “Your witch whose magic is a bit warped, whose heart belongs to a demon and who now is the proud owner of Thingamajigs.”
“Yes, Bryanna,” he murmured. “Just as I’m your demon, who doesn’t steal souls, but saves them.”
About Stacey Kennedy
Stacey Kennedy’s novels are just that…erotic. She enjoys taking the dominant men she loves and watching them do wicked things to their women. She lives in Southwestern Ontario with her husband and two children. If she’s not plugging away at a new story—which is rare because her muse is annoying—you’ll find her camping, curling up with the latest flick, or obsessing over Sons of Anarchy and Dexter.
Stacey welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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