Spellbound Desire

by Angelia Sparrow

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “Very.” As turned-on as he was, it came out “vurrah”. Sexy man. I covered up my smile with another kiss and then eased him into my clenching cunt.

  Perfection. I just sat for a minute, feeling him inside me. I’d expected something to tear, for this whole thing to hurt. Nothing like that, only delicious fullness. He closed his eyes as I sat, a low groan escaping him.

  “So good.” I rose just a little and lowered myself down on him, grinding against his pelvis when I did. It was almost enough, so I did it a couple more times and sparked a small orgasm. I wanted them hotter, filling my whole body, like they had been from his mouth.

  “Oh, lass.” He smiled at me and pulled me forward.

  I kissed him, enjoying the fullness from leaning forward. A wild thought hit me, and I went with it. “Talk dirty to me. You have the sexiest voice and the hottest accent.”

  “And you, m’dear, have the most perfect arse I’ve seen in ages.” His hands went around me and gripped it. He squeezed a little and kneaded, like he was testing out how I’d respond. “What if I said I wanted to fuck that as well as your sweet cunny?”

  He squeezed again and patted one cheek almost hard enough to be a swat. “What if I wanted to spank you? Spank you until you’re bright red and fuck you on your hands and knees, making it redder as I do?”

  I kind of moaned at the idea and rode him harder. I didn’t want him to fuck me in the ass, except for the moment when I totally did. I hated the idea of being spanked. That was for bad parents and perverts. So why was I getting wet imagining that big, scarred hand landing on my butt, hard enough to turn it red?

  “I’d like that. I’d like to see your pretty pink cunt turn all red for me while I’m shoving my cock in it. Watch you gush that tasty stuff all over me until you drip onto the bed. You’re so tight and hot, lass, you make me want to shoot right off.”

  English was no longer adequate at this point so I went straight to glossolalia. His incredible voice, his thick cock and those hands that were still teasing my ass, rubbing it as if preparing to spank me, they all sent me. I muffled my scream against his shoulder as the climax rolled through me, leaving me a shuddering wreck in its wake.

  “That’s a love. Come again for me,” he whispered, his beard ticklish on my neck. One hand slid up between our bodies and pinched one of my nipples.

  I screamed again, bucking against him, wanting more and deeper and the whole cold fire that was eating my skin and brain to stop, or never stop.

  “Like that, do you? You’ve got such pretty little titties, why do you wear big baggy shirts? I’ll buy you a tight, sheerish blouse and take you out dancing with no bra. Every man in the room can see them and be jealous of me. Because they’ll all want to touch, and I’m the only one you’ll let.” He pushed me to sit up just a little and pulled one of my tits to his mouth.

  I rode him hard, biting the heel of my hand to stop screaming as he sucked and flicked the nipple, then blew across it.

  He pulled me back down for more kisses. “You ride so nicely, darling girl. Just a little longer if you have it.”

  I gave him his little longer and came twice more before he did. I kind of collapsed on him, the world gray and fuzzy on the edges. He still smelled amazing.

  “Darling girl,” he whispered and kissed the side of my neck.

  That orgasm was a total surprise. It kind of started at his lips, went straight down my spine to my twat and made my whole body spasm. I forced his cock right out. He adjusted us a little and let me lie there.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he said and kissed me again. This time I didn’t come, but I did smile.

  “You wanna stay? It’s a narrow bed, but I have clean sheets and better air-conditioning than that shitty motel.”

  He pulled me in for a long, scorching kiss. I wasn’t quite ready to get turned-on again, but it felt good enough that I rubbed against him.

  “This bed’s got you too.”

  “Yeah, if you can handle a drunk detective who starts her weekend drinking on Thursday and sleeps with her gun.”

  He sputtered a laugh and glanced down. “Mine needs a bit of a reload.”

  “Come on, you’ll have knots in your back from my lumpy sofa.” I got up and peeled the condom off him. “We’ll go get your stuff tomorrow if the cockroaches haven’t eaten it or pawned it.”

  He raised that eyebrow at me. I still wasn’t impressed, but this time I liked the tingly feeling it started in my stomach.

  “You grow ‘em that big here, do you?”

  “Baby, we got mosquitoes that can carry pipe bombs, so of course we do. It’s Memphis.” I pulled the bed out of the wall and my clean sheets from the closet. I grabbed a nightgown too, suddenly a little shy about walking around naked while I was doing ordinary things. Naked was fine for bed, but too much for out of it.

  Bran had no such hang-up. He peeled out of the kilt and lolled naked on my couch, watching. As his cock went soft, I noticed he was uncircumcised. Interesting. I’d never seen one like that before. Circumcised was much more common in the States and I’d seen a few when some of my luckless missing persons had turned up both dead and naked. I wondered how he would taste.

  I changed the bed and made up my mind. The mana wanted this. I had enjoyed it. There was no reason to fight it, except my own self-image. Wasn’t like I had morals to start with. I decided to go with this new thing. Bran was good-looking, even with the scars, and he seemed to like me. But it looked like the screwing was going to cut into valuable drinking time.

  Chapter Four

  D.J.

  I was asleep. It was good to be asleep, all cuddled close to something that smelled like leather and security and sex. A big, warm leather security blanket. With arms and hands that were holding my boobs.

  I realized what had woken me up when I heard my cousin’s voice.

  “Morning, Deej,” he said in a stage whisper, and promptly ruined the effect by letting my office door slam. “I have your coff…ee.” I opened one eye to see Jinx standing there, his mouth hanging open fit to catch flies, holding the cardboard carrier with two cups of coffee.

  I jerked the sheet up over my boobs. A little too late.

  My blanket stirred and mumbled and kissed my neck. “You always have visitors at this hour, darlin’?” Apparently it was a boy blanket because I felt something nice and stiff against my bare butt. I was tempted to purr, but figured it’d just sound silly. I settled for rubbing appreciatively against it.

  “It’s my idiot cousin with coffee.”

  “And Alka-Seltzer.” He held up the box with his free hand. “And aspirin.” This bottle he rattled and if I’d been as hung over as usual, I’d have snarled. I snarled anyway for good measure. As ever, Jinx was undaunted. He’d had twenty-eight years to get used to me, after all. “I always bring you coffee, Alka-Seltzer and aspirin on Friday morning.”

  My blanket got up. Oh yeah, Bran. I smiled at my ability to remember his name through the fog of sex. Funny, I didn’t care about his name. All I wanted to do was jump him. Again. I remembered having done that several times in the night. He walked over to Jinx and liberated the coffee and medicine so neatly that Jinx still hadn’t registered the fact he had lost them before Bran was ushering him out the door.

  “It’s a fine lad you are, thinking of your cousin and her bad habits so. But this morning she’s wanting a wee bit of privacy, if you take my meaning.”

  Before Jinx could get a word out, Bran had locked the door between them and stood facing me, stark naked with a carrier of coffee, Alka-Seltzer and aspirin. And a wicked smile that made me want to lick every scar on his face and body.

  He knew I was watching, smug bastard, and took his time getting to the bed, almost strutting as he did. His cock got harder as he crossed the room, almost curving up to his belly, and he stopped with it just a few inches from my face.

  “Breakfast is served, madame.”

  I gave it a prom
ising lick for later and reached for my coffee. I’m not worth a pixie fart until I’ve had coffee and booze.

  The grin only widened as he sat down on the bed and put the medicine down on my desk. “Backing that up any time soon, love?”

  “Soon as I get through my coffee.” I sat up enough to reach the nearest bottle of Captain Morgan and poured a slug of it into my coffee. I offered it to him, Mama did raise me polite after all.

  “Thankee no.” He bent in and kissed me. “Start too early and I won’t be good for anything.”

  “Oh and that’s only when yer drinkin’, is it?” I asked back, mocking his burr.

  “To hear the Witan tell it, I’m not good for anything anytime. But just you wait until they got a demon a-coming. Then it’s ‘Bran, we need ya, laddie’, and ‘Bran, precioso, por favor’ until I could puke.” He kissed me again. “Besides, I prefer scotch.”

  “Of course you do.” I finished the coffee, feeling much closer to human. “Tell you what, I’ll be ready for my breakfast in just a minute. So finish your coffee and brace yourself.”

  He grinned more at that. “Coming from you, I expect that’s high praise.”

  I made a quick bathroom trip and freshened up. Morning breath plus coffee is pretty foul. And I wanted a lot more of the kisses Bran had been giving me.

  He was looking real comfortable on my bed when I got back. I could get used to this. The thought terrified me. Used to sleeping with another person, waking up and drinking coffee in bed, maybe starting the day with some sex, just like we were about to. No. I was D.J. Admire, this was just a job and he was going to be gone as soon as his damned demon was banished. So no sense getting attached, because he’s just going to leave, I reminded myself.

  I settled into the bed beside him and he wrapped an arm around me. It felt nice, almost natural. I thought of Jinx’s face and grinned.

  “I wonder when Jinx is going to be back. Getting his coffee stolen by a naked Scotsman has to rate high on the new experience meter.”

  Bran chuckled and finished the coffee. “Your cousin’s name is Jinx?”

  “Of course not. It’s…” I had to stop and think. “It’s Allan. We’ve called him Jinx for so long, it’s how I think of him.”

  “I like it. Heard a lot worse nicknames.”

  “He wears talismans, lots of charms. I keep telling him that many solid spells interfere with each other. And they do. See, Jinx is the kind of guy who will fall into an open sewer hatch walking down the street, break an arm and a leg, but come up with a missing spell book that the owner will be grateful to get back. The city paid his medical bills and the owner set him up with a tidy little job working for the King.”

  “Sounds like he’d stumble over what we’re looking for. Is this seminar a place he’s likely to go? I’ve got his back if he does.”

  “We’ve got his back, pal. My town and no demon’s going to tear it apart.” Men, and especially mages, tended to just take over. I was still in too good a mood to get as pissed as I needed to be about that. Yep, my suspicions had been right, sex was definitely eroding my edge, or at least my bad temper.

  He ran his hand down my back and swatted my ass. “I’ve got your back too, darlin’. Tell me about this king.”

  I laughed. “Not any king, the King. You know, Elvis?”

  “He’s been dead thirty-five years and more, lass.”

  “Undead. He’s not the King of Rock and Roll anymore, except he still is, but king of the undead.”

  “Bugger me blind.” He sounded almost reverent at the idea Elvis was still around. I’d love to see the look on his face if we could wrangle an invite to the Deathday Ball. The faithful of the Elvis cult gathered at Graceland in August, on the day he crossed. And ever the showman, the King always came out, just after sunset, and sang them a couple songs. The real show was inside, I had heard, with all the best folk of the Nightside and the local aristocracy as well. Me getting an invite to that was about as likely as Jinx winning the lottery. I didn’t have the clout to see my own vampire alderman, let alone the King.

  I laughed at Bran’s choice of words. “We’ll have to pay a visit to Christal’s before I can do that.” At his blank look, I kissed his scarred cheek and said, “Local sex shop. What size of strap-on do you like on your ladies when they’re buggering you blind?”

  He laughed and rolled me under him. “I only like it on top, beauty. Now about breakfast…”

  “I think I am hungry after all. But I get the top.”

  He rolled us back so I was on top of him. “Down you go, then. Mind your teeth.”

  “Help me out here. Tell me what you’re liking.”

  I rubbed my hips against his hard cock and kissed my way down his neck. I stopped and ran my tongue over the odd rosary tattoo around his neck. It moved under his skin, the ink sliding upward and tightening around his neck.

  “Bran, what’s that?” I’d seen moving tattoos before, and they were never good.

  “That’s a never-you-mind-it. Just go on.”

  I quit asking for now and continued down. He smelled clean, a little sweaty, but not bad. I licked along the hard cock that lay there waiting for me. He tasted nice. I smiled and took the head of it in my mouth.

  He lowered one hand and stroked my hair while I ran my tongue around the head of his cock. “That’s a love. Just like that.”

  I tried for a little more, feeling greedy. The smell of him was stronger here, all male and leather from the kilt and a little bit of me from last night. It went right to my head and I sucked, giving him about as much as a milkshake took.

  He moved his hips a little, thrusting into my mouth a fraction of an inch and I got the idea. I moved on his cock, letting it slide in and out of my mouth, keeping the suction on it. It felt weird, but good. I remembered how good he’d made me feel with his mouth last night and wondered if I could make him scream in return.

  “Press it up, darlin’, just a little, with your tongue.” His voice sounded raspy and I glanced up to see the tattoo had pulled itself tight around his neck. His face was turning red.

  I pressed his cock against the roof of my mouth and kept moving on him. He didn’t try jamming it down my throat, which was good, but I didn’t seem to be getting any closer to finishing him off, which worried me.

  He tapped my shoulder. “Sorry, love, you’re not bad. I need to pound a little and get done. Hands and knees, if you don’t mind?” He sounded strained, as if he couldn’t get enough air.

  I was game. I pulled off his cock and kissed the head to let it know we would finish this another time. I got on my hands and knees, feeling distinctly like a porno star. I could hear Bran’s ragged breathing now. He needed to come before the tattoo choked him to death. I wondered if it was a sex aid or a curse. Didn’t matter, we’d get him taken care of so he could breathe again. I heard him rip open a condom, and then spit, as if he’d held it in his teeth.

  He grasped my hips with his hands and slammed into me. It hurt a little, since he wasn’t exactly small. From my research, I was guessing he was on the high end of average, with a little extra wide happening. I rode back on him, the motion soothing away the discomfort of the invasion. He got one hand under me, in that spot that seemed to run away on the rare occasions I went looking for it. It stood right up for him. If it had a tail, it would have been wagging.

  “There it be,” he said and rolled it gently between his fingers. I clenched around his cock and yelped. “You’re easy, Admire. I like that in a pretty girl. Like to know,” he paused as he ran out of air and drew in a harsh breath, “like to know I’m appreciated.”

  Bran pumped me, his fingers working under me, and there was no question he was in the right spot. I yowled. I bucked. I generally acted like a panther in heat and loved every minute of it.

  He quit talking, using all the air the tattoo allowed him to keep working. I glanced back and saw his face was an unhealthy shade of purple. Something had to be done about that spell.

  By the ti
me he came, I was soaked to my knees. His hand was wet and kept making sloppy sounds that were sexier than I expected. His cock was coated enough that he slid easily, condom or not. He jabbed deep, gripping my hips hard with one hand and pinching my clit with the other.

  I came again, my cunt tightening around him until he gasped from it.

  “Gods below,” he rasped, and I heard him taking great gulps of air. “You have me going, sure.” He pulled out and I kind of fell forward on the bed, shuddering when my oversensitive nipples hit the sheets.

  Bran had vanished and I heard running water. He came out in a minute and smiled at me, his color almost normal.

  “Let’s not laze about all day,” he said. I wanted to smack the perky smugness off his face. “We’ve had our coffee and a fine shag. Now there’s a fair bit to do before the conference tonight.”

  “Right.” I sat up and groaned. I had been hoping for some cuddling, more body contact and kisses. “Eyeball is trying to manifest. No time for afterplay.” I headed to the bathroom, but suddenly could not move one foot or the other.

  I knew the feeling of magical paralysis and didn’t like it one bit. I liked it better when Bran came up behind me, folded his arms around my waist and kissed my shoulder.

  “Lovely lady, you have made my day, nay, year. You’re the first woman to lie with me since the Accident,” I could hear the capital letter, “that I did not have to pay. That you have graced me with your virginity, and near to drowned me in your pleasure is a priceless gift. I am honored, blessed and feeling very loved, regardless of your sentiments for me. If you wish anything of me, all you ever need do is ask.”

  The words were flowery and sincere enough to be ridiculous, but they didn’t feel ridiculous when he said them. They felt like the best compliment I’d ever gotten, and those had been few enough over the years.

  We stood there, several minutes, skin to skin, with me wrapped in his arms. I told myself that the warm tingly stuff in my chest and stomach was just the Captain from my coffee.