by April Vine
Man, she got under his skin. Images of those long legs of hers spread wide open for him swarmed his mind. He licked his lips, dying for a taste of her pussy. He barely prevented himself from laying her down on the grass and taking her in broad daylight for anyone to see.
She walked away from him, standing just on the inside of the circumference of a chalked-in circle, her naked toes flicking the many tiny sacks of who knew what scattered about the rim of the circle.
“And how I regret that now.”
His anger together with the sexual frustration she instilled reached boiling point. With nothing but the force of his thoughts, he brought her to stand directly before him, not an inch between them. She raised her hand. He thwarted her intention to slap his face by binding both her hands to a tree branch above her head. Pleased with himself, he glanced at her feet and gently nudged her legs apart. The fragrance of her pussy latched on to a slight breeze tickling about her skirt and traveled into his system. She looked at him startled, furious and so darn sexy.
“What’s the matter? Don’t like what I’m doing to you?”
“What are you doing?”
“I thought you taught me well enough for you to know exactly what I’m going to do.” He rounded her curvaceous body, losing what was left of his restraint. He had her tied up for his use. He couldn’t think about anything else but fucking her. He pressed against her body, her firm ass locked with his cock. She shuddered and yanked away from him. He brought her back, right where he wanted her.
“Feel what you do to me,” he whispered into her ear, at the same time using his thought to manipulate the buttons of her shirt. Gooseflesh rose from her skin as he peeled her shirt off her body without using his hands. Her bra came off next. His fingers drifted to those deep-red nipples of hers. He stroked them gently, plying them with tender caresses that had her whimpering against him.
“Zach, don’t do this, please.”
“I can do anything I want to you. I own you, didn’t you hear? Without me, you’ll die.”
“But that’s what I want. It’s more complicated than that, and none of your business anyway. I need you to let me be.”
“Let you be when you’ve done nothing but own all my thoughts, rule my body beyond reason and then deceive me. I think it’s payback time.”
“This isn’t about revenge, Zach. I didn’t deceive you. You wanted to touch me, remember? I let you touch me.”
“It isn’t as simple as that, is it? You used me. I hate being used, Nikita.”
Nikita bit her lip, wading through a maelstrom of sensations to find common sense. If he touched her again, she didn’t think she could hold off not telling him that he was the love of both her lives and all to come.
“Please don’t do this now.” She gasped as he rolled her nipple between his fingers again punishingly, just the way she liked it.
“You lied to me, Nikita. Did you think you would get away with it?”
“I should have been dead if this worked out the way it should have.”
“I would have still hunted you down and dragged you back from wherever the hell you went and punished you for lying to me.” He squeezed her breast, her nipple hardened even more.
She believed every part of his threat.
“You wouldn’t have found me. You wouldn’t have survived two minutes of the hell I was going to.”
“You should have done your homework better. If I want to find you, I will, don’t ever doubt that. You underestimated me and now your life is mine, to do with as I please.”
“Let me go. Let me go and my powers will fade from you and you can just forget everything that happened.”
“How can I forget this?” His hand slid into the waistband of her skirt, through the lace of her panties and into her pussy. She staggered. Her head fell forward as his fingers probed deeper inside her.
“You’ll have to take me by force,” she hissed.
“Your body tells another story.”
He pinched her clit. Her legs quivered. Blood blazed through her veins, desire spiked in her nerves. Her body relinquished control, leaving her mind to stand alone against him.
“What is it that you want from me, Zach?”
“What I want from you?” Her eyelids barely fluttered over her vision before he stood in front of her.
“I want you to tell me how this works exactly. Do you just pick any random guy and let him touch you and then you disappear?”
That was so far from the truth, she almost blurted out how wrong he was. That she couldn’t allow just anyone to touch her. He had to be the one. The one she wanted to give her heart to. The love of her life.
“Yes, that’s pretty much how it works.” She bowed her head as she lied.
“Guess you picked the wrong random guy then, huh?” His hands spanned her waist. He drew her against his body, her pussy exactly in line with his hard cock.
“What’s it to you if I disappeared after letting you fuck me?”
“Because, dammit, we didn’t just fuck,” he roared at her. His hands cupped her face as his mouth possessed hers with a deep, violent pleasure that turned her soaking wet. She felt the shuddering in his body at the contact of her tongue. She knew the sexual frustration damaging his nerves. She knew because it was the same sexual nature she held in check for centuries on end. But he couldn’t control it inside him. Not when he was near her because even with everything going to pieces before her eyes, refusing him never entered her mind. Her own susceptibility to him fueled his desire for her.
“Open for me, sweetheart.” What? Her mouth, her body, her heart? He owned her, every part of her. She’d worry about her life later. But for now, he could do whatever he wanted to her.
He sucked her tongue into his mouth. His hands rounded her ass and brought her back to the granite erection between his legs. She left a stain on his jeans, wetter than ever before.
“Ah fuck, sweet Nikita. I want you so much it hurts.”
“Don’t be gentle with me.” Her words evoked a growl from deep in his chest.
“I could hurt you and there’s no way I could stop myself.”
“Hurt me, Zach.” She wanted his scars, the imprint of his body on hers. He dragged his hands through her hair. The onslaught on her lips, cruel and lovely at the same time. When he released her mouth for her throat, she whispered in his ear.
“Black moon. Black sky. Enclose us in thy dark grace, shield us from the bright light.” He repeated the spell that fell uselessly from her mouth, enshrouding them in an invisible sheet, blind to all others in the open air.
He threaded his hands through her hair. The sting on her scalp drew a moan from her throat. He pushed her to her knees, releasing her from the invisible bind that had kept her attached to the branch of the oak tree.
His clothes disappeared from his body. So did hers. She gripped his cock and placed his leaking head on her tongue. She waited for the first drop of his pre-cum to fall into her mouth—it didn’t take long—and then she started to suck him. Taking him as deep in her throat as he could go. He regained the hold on her hair, keeping her still when he reached the back of her throat. She breathed through her nose, forced herself to keep him there for as long as he wanted.
“God, Nikita, I can’t stop myself,” he ground out, moving inside her mouth, pumping his cock between her lips with an urgency she understood. Her mouth filled with moisture. He slipped and slid between her lips as she sucked him, sometimes hard, sometimes soft and lovingly. Sexy grunts fell from his gorgeous mouth both times.
He nudged her to straighten on her knees then guided his seeping cock between her breasts. Using her hands, she made a home for him there, sheltering him between her fleshy mounds, keeping him cocooned for long moments until he grew restless. She moved him slowly through the dip of her valley. His scent filtered through the air and settled in her mind, ruling all thought, igniting a greed only he had the power to embellish.
She squeezed her breasts tighter together, trappi
ng him to her. His hips rolled back and forth. His breathing stilled. Their gazes never severed from each another. He pulled away from between her breasts. She pushed them together until her nipples almost touched, offering him a place to empty himself. She closed her eyes, intent to focus purely on her sense of feeling. Hot sprays of cum bejeweled her neck, her breasts, but especially her nipples.
He shuddered as he shed the last of his essence over her body. His hands threaded through her hair and traveled down her cheek. A single finger flicked her nipple and then he effortlessly lifted her up. Her wet breasts to his face, her legs wrapped high around his waist. She forgot to breathe as he held so hard and tight and sucked voraciously on her nipples.
“Nothing turns me on more than seeing you wearing my cum.” He slid her down his body, her pussy quaked at the contact of his rough skin. She was lowered to the ground, expected to hit the grass with a thud but her back met the softness of silk he’d magically conjured.
He kissed her. Her hands gripped tight in his hair, pulling at it as her hunger for his taste increased with every tiny droplet he passed into her mouth. She fought against the sudden restraints he used on her hands, keeping them imprisoned above her head.
His lips drifted down her abdomen. He bit into her skin. She thrashed and writhed wildly by the time he skimmed his tongue over her clit. The folds of her pussy engorged, wetness drenched the hundred soft quilts beneath her ass. With both her clit and folds in his mouth, he sucked on her without reprieve. He withdrew the juices from her center, filling his mouth and then he drizzled it over her abs and between her inner thighs. She was wet on the inside and the outside.
He glided his hands under her ass, lifting her pelvis for his eating pleasure. He devoured her, making her scream and cry as she came. He circumvented her dire need to close her legs, to ease the splintering apart of her body by keeping her thighs flat with his own body. He peeled apart her pussy lips, opening her even while she climaxed.
“You’re beautiful,” he growled softly. She hadn’t stopped coming. Her spasms gained momentum instead of dying down. He waited for her patiently, keeping her exposed. She knew he saw her innermost flesh contract and relax, that he was mesmerized by the sight because he ignored her pleas to close her legs and let her climax ease into a warm afterglow. He waited for the exact moment when he knew her last shudder was at hand and then he entered her. Swiftly. Riding on that last shudder only to create more. He pulled her over his lap, her legs over his shoulders as he fucked her.
Her heart promised to burst from her chest. Her lungs cried out for air. But nothing compared to the endless orgasm he gave her. Or the depths he reached inside her, his cock growing every second, not giving her the stable pleasure to enjoy his fullness, only mindless, chaotic, addictive, increasing bliss.
His balls pounded against her ass, sending her rushing to and from him with every hammering thrust. She locked her ankles around his neck, anything to keep her anchored to him. Her internal muscles grasped him. He threw his head back. Rich, silky fluid filled her pussy. The bath triggered another orgasm from her. But he robbed her of relishing it again. He pulled out and nestled his cock between her ass cheeks, his lubricated fingers already working their way into her hole. A distant part of her wondered momentarily what magic he used to whip out lube from thin air but his probing fingers killed all coherent thought.
She sobbed and whimpered, jerking at the binds on her wrists to free her hands so she could contain herself by cupping her pulsating pussy.
“I want to take you here, Nikita, while you’re still coming, sweetheart. Say yes.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she shouted. Two fingers became three. The sting of the stretch faded in the wake of another climax blitzing through her as he used his other hand to manipulate her clit and add another layer to her orgasm.
“Now,” she screamed. His replaced his fingers with his cock, lubricated with his own cum and hers, and that magically formulated lube. Tears pooled in her eyes. She didn’t know what to concentrate on more. The sensation of his cock steadily filling up her ass, or the last leg of the climax still filtering from her pussy. She didn’t have to choose. They merged into a single but so different experience. One complemented the other. It didn’t matter as long as Zach filled one of her holes. He spread her pussy lips aside once more, his eyes trained on her vibrating flesh as he fucked her ass.
“Come for me again, sweetheart. Just like this.”
She wanted to please him, wanted to give him what he wanted for as long as he wanted. He blew cool air on her clit, driving her to the brink of insanity. The muscles in her stomach coiled up again, readying for a chance to spring free. She didn’t know what would happen next. She didn’t know if she’d still be in a conducive human body before he finished pouring himself inside her. And his sexual attraction to her was merely a manifestation of her own feelings for him. In all truth, he could never love her because he belonged to someone else. Someone he was already engaged to marry. She envisioned the witches finding a cure for him. She tortured herself with the image of him making love to the woman she had seen sitting at his table that night. He was never hers to lose. The option to die instantly failed in the face of being with him one more time for however long it lasted. She gave herself to him, holding nothing back. No thought, no feeling.
And then she was wrenched from sweet oblivion and thrown into cruel disorder. Zach lifted away from her. He straightened at the same time as a pair of black jeans covered his legs and a black leather coat billowed from his shoulders. The slash across his cheek courtesy of Meralda had healed and aged. He looked lethal as he stood towering over her, cursing in his wake. His abs bare, harder than she thought humanly possible. A ferocious wind swirled the earth around them. She took precious moments to discover the reason he was no longer inside her body.
He brought her to his side, wrapped securely in the silk cover they had laid on not seconds before. Shock had her sinking to her knees. Fear, the kind she thought not possible for her to feel had her clinging to the side of his muscular thigh as they faced her worst enemy.
Chapter Eight
Zach gave his fury free reign. Nikita’s enemies had interrupted him twice while he made love to her, and that was two too many times for him.
He pulled her up from the side of his leg and shoved her behind him.
“Zach, please, make yourself disappear. You can’t win this.” A part of him wanted to capture her body in his arms and promise her everything was going to be okay. The other compelled him to keep his gaze fixed on the adversary standing before them with a smile plastered on his ugly face.
“So Meralda was right. Indeed. Is he the warlock under whose protection you hide?”
“Yes, I’m that warlock.” Fuck, what was he saying? Just because he could magically manifest lubricant didn’t quite make him the type of warlock to take on another because there was no doubt in his mind the man in front of them was one. “I’m taking over. You got a problem with Nikita, you take it up with me.” He gauged the man’s strength. He looked strong enough, and if he were human Zach would be comfortable that one of the hundred and five ways he was taught to kill a man would work…but this was not a normal human situation. He didn’t even know what kind of powers he had. Or how to utilize them properly against a seasoned pro.
“What, did the cat eat your tongue, witch? For one whom I remember as feisty enough to make my blood boil with the want to fuck you, you’ve grown weak. Most unappealing. But a side effect I can most assuredly remedy with a good beating.”
That curdled his blood. His fists clenched. His jaw locked. Blind fury raked through his body.
“You think to outsmart me?” A brittle laugh echoed in the dangerous winds the warlock from hell had brought with him. “I can smell the poison in the air, witch. Did you think it would be so easy to kill me? Need I remind you how easily I stopped the breath of your father, the greatest wizard ruler of all time? How easily I scared the sense out of your mother? And let
’s not forget your darling little sister whom I hold in my dungeons, waiting for an occasion to break her in like a mare. Now I will have both the sisters at my dick and call.”
“You touch Sumatra, Nathaniel, and I’ll kill you.” Nikita’s voice broke from his side. He pulled her back and placed her behind him just as she boldly attempted to walk toward to the warlock.
“You dare to try something like that on me.” The ground beneath Zach’s feet rumbled in tune with the roar emitted from Nathaniel’s mouth. With lightning speed, he shielded them from the oak tree thrown their way.
“How do I put us in some sort of shield?” He shouted the words at Nikita in order to be heard above the endless roar of Nathaniel as they dodged tree trunk after tree trunk.
“Keep us safe, keep out harm, veil us in protection, hide us from view.”
He repeated the words but with a few alterations, so the only person veiled in protection was Nikita. She screamed at him to let her out. He couldn’t risk her getting hurt, not when he owned the powers she should have used to protect herself.
His action brought surprise to Nathaniel’s face.
“What’s the matter? You like picking on women to fight with? How about you pick on someone your own size?”
“Do you know who I am?” Again the question roared past his ears.
“Actually, no. Enlighten me.”
“I am Nathaniel. I own the underworld. I am king of warlock and witch.”
“You mean you stole the title from the true king, Nikita’s father?”
“The man was a weakling with small aspirations. And now I will kill you as I did him, with my bare hands.”
“Go ahead.”
Nathaniel didn’t waste time with his attack. He came flying at Zach with his foot aimed at Zach’s throat. But Zach was faster. He had bullets tossed his way for a practice session with the Special Forces team he belonged to. He caught the missile-ascending foot and twisted the ankle. The crunch of bone being misplaced whizzed through the air. He pinned Nathaniel to the ground, his arms death-locked around the warlock’s neck. A quick swirl and his neck would be broken. But he didn’t think Nathaniel would fight fair.