by Michele Hauf
That sexy grin curled her mouth again and I triumphed at the reaction. She’d loosened her defenses. I might have a chance at winning her over. Now if she’d tug the blanket over her backside, which was revealed as she leaned over the bed, then I could actually concentrate on closing the deal.
But those curvy assets were like peaches under the sun, and oh, so—
“What if you develop feelings for me?” she asked. “I take my job very seriously. It’s strictly business. The assistant gets me off. I conduct the demon. Deal done. There’s a certain art involved for the one who has to get me to climax, you know.”
“I won’t fall in love with you. Promise.”
“I made no mention of love. Love isn’t even on the table. It’s the feelings and emotions that cause problems. Can you maintain distance while also getting the job done?”
“That job being…bringing you to climax? Yes.” Oh yes. I could stroke those gorgeous curves to a delicious, shuddering climax she would never forget. “I like to think I know my way around a woman and would never dream to leave her unsatisfied.”
“That’s the whole point in this particular transaction,” she said. “Satisfaction.”
She sighed heavily. Long hair fell over her shoulder, swishing her cheek and getting caught in her lashes. My fingers ached to brush it aside. “The money you offer is irresistible, but I don’t know. You were following me. Studying me. How creepy is that? This feels wrong.”
And she would feel, oh, so right.
Climbing onto the bed, she tugged the blanket along with her, but wasn’t concerned that now, as she stretched along the end of the mattress, it fell away to puddle about her lithe, peach-sweet skin.
I would have no difficulty satisfying this woman. Not one bit. Parts of me had already begun to—
“What about you?” I posited, stepping closer, but not daring to spook her by getting too close. The sweet scent of her skin filled my head with a heady fragrance I couldn’t name, but that made me want to taste and devour until I was sated. No, that was wrong. No tasting, T.J. “Can you maintain distance? Not fall for me?”
She smirked. “I make it a point not to get turned on by a man who puts me in a cage. Do you…” Her lashes dusted her cheeks as she lowered her head to flash those green peepers up at me. “…think I’m pretty?”
“Very.”
I felt my muscles loosen and the stir in my belly grew. Which meant I was getting turned on by the display of gorgeous female flesh sprawled across my bed.
Bad witch. Your pleasure is not paramount in this transaction. It’s all about the girl. You’ve thought this through. You can do this.
“Erm, I mean—” I slapped my arms across my chest. “—sure, you’re attractive, but I’m not interested. You’re a cat-shifter. I make it a point not to get turned on by girls who chase mice for their lunch.”
“I don’t eat mice. They’re nasty and their tiny bones get stuck in my teeth.” She smiled and rolled onto her back, flexing her arms and legs in a kitty-cat stretch.
Seriously? I don’t think it was a tease, because I sensed she was merely comfortable with her nudity, and surely she had been naked before strange men. A lot. How many witches had she worked with? Of course, not all were men. Female witches outnumber us men by a large number. But those witches who tended to conjure demons were generally male, because for some reason the females deemed the practice vulgar. Evil.
To each his own. Evil—or dark magic—was necessary to balance good. And I had an ulterior motive I felt was unnecessary for the familiar to learn.
Shoving my hands into my pockets helped ease the pressing need to lean forward and stroke my fingers over her tantalizing breasts. The nipples were not rigid, and sat like rosy petals upon the firm handfuls—
“I haven’t seen any cash yet.”
Dragged from the sensual fantasy of rose petals and succulent nipples, I was thankful for her business demeanor. “It’s on the counter in an envelope.”
She eyed the brown envelope I’d placed in sight. “So you want to do this right away?”
Yes, before I lose my cool and all hope of ever performing the task properly. “That was my hope.”
“Do you guarantee I’ll get paid, no matter the outcome?”
I nodded. “The money is yours. No strings.”
“What about my safety if and when the demon is conjured? Can you guarantee that?”
“I’ll put a protection spell around you the moment the demon incarnates.”
She sat up and studied me so carefully I felt as if she were touching me. There, at my throat where my pulse pounded and I felt the blood from her claw wound had dried. And then against my chest to further gauge my sincerity.
I’m no fool. Such an arrangement was going to try my every steely nerve and put to the test my ability to remain a cold participant in an act I normally indulged in with gusto and desire.
Could I do this?
You have to summon the nefari demon or you’ll never see your brother Certainly again.
“Okay,” she said. “Deal.”
I think I threw the witch for a wild and crazy loop by agreeing to work with him. His jaw dropped and he didn’t utter a word. Instead he stared at my breasts. Typical male.
I had no doubt this little experiment would fail grandly. Without proper training and practice, the man couldn’t possibly retain a cool distance while pleasuring me. My assistant was a professional, and had worked with me for years.
Flashing my glance to the counter, I felt the saliva pool. I entirely expected to walk out of here with that fat envelope in exchange for my playing along with the witch’s grand designs.
And besides, he was sexy in a dark and mysteriously appealing way.
I’ve never had a boyfriend. It’s not so easy to explain to a new lover your job involves having sex with a man and then conducting a demon to this realm. Mortal men didn’t get it. Even the paranormal breeds sneer at the idea of their girlfriend having sex with another man and claiming it as business.
I mean it when I say the sex is business. The fact it feels great and leaves me satisfied is a bonus. But when the demon comes through me to this realm it is not pleasant, so the satisfaction is short-lived.
I immediately shift following a demon conduction to sleep off the incredible energy I’ve expended. That’s another reason I need to work with an assistant I know and trust. After I’ve shifted I must be in a safe place in case the witch or demon tries something.
But with my assistant Chris away on an unexpected trip to care for his ailing mother who had fallen and broken a hip, that left me behind on the rent.
So I agreed to this crazy deal because I was feeling lonely. Needy. And poor. I admit it! And since I knew whatever happened in this home could never be business sex, I felt safe in taking a chance I’d get a little loving tonight.
I’ve never had loving in the sense of well, loving. It is something I aspired to.
“You got the spell memorized?” I asked.
T.J. tapped his head. “Right here. What do you need? Or require? I’ve usually sat in another room while this part happens, so I’m not up on the details.”
“I just need to come. Quickly is preferable. You can take off your shirt but leave the pants on, buddy. This isn’t about you, it’s all about me.”
“I got that. Uh…” He cast a glance along the wall, fighting the sudden nervousness I could smell on him. Poor guy. He was in way over his head. I liked that. It made me feel powerful. Something I’d never felt before. “So we…start?”
I sat on my haunches and beckoned him with a finger. I didn’t do seductress, but for some reason my body softened and my lips parted. I wanted the witch in ways I couldn’t quite put a finger to yet. “Let’s get to the summoning. I need to pay my rent.”
Three
I slipped off my shirt because Star had suggested I do so, but I felt trepidation because my lack of attire would only increase the skin-on-skin contact.
Y
ou can handle it. You are a man of steel. You are focused. You can do this.
Star sprawled on the bed, leaning back onto her elbows to display her body to me. I tried not to look over her gorgeous breasts to her taut stomach and down to the sprigs of dark curls, but it was impossible not to do so, so I made it quick.
Pleasure the girl, then speak the spell. Two simple steps. What could be easier? Think about your brother.
No. No, that wasn’t going to help me get into the mood required to pleasure a woman. Think…peaches glistening under a hot sun.
I toed off my boots, then crawled over her, straddling her hips. Her hair, so black it gleamed blue in the moonlight, spilled across the silk spread. She drew a finger up my bare chest, stirring chill bumps in her wake. I inhaled at the unexpected touch. I had thought familiars merely lay back for the ride. no participation.
“Relax, T.J.,” she cooed. “You can’t do this all uptight and stiff.”
Did someone mention stiff? My cock was straining against the front of my jeans, and now that she’d brought it to my attention, it would only grow steely-hard and impatient.
“Much as I know this can work and need it to,” I said, “it will still be awkward for us. Don’t you agree? We’ve known each other less than an hour.”
“It’s always awkward.”
“Even with an assistant you’ve worked with for years?”
She nodded. That confirmation helped me relax. Strictly business, I reminded. Just a job. Pleasure the girl. Summon the demon.
I leaned in for a kiss.
Star’s hand shot up between our mouths. “So not cool, witch. No mouth kissing. It’s too intimate and the ultimate deal-breaker.”
“Oh. Sorry. That makes sense.”
“You can kiss me elsewhere.” She clutched my hand and slid it over her breast. A hard, ruched nipple beaded against my palm. “I like kisses here. It makes me squirm and gets me hot.”
Hot was necessary. Right, then. I, master of control, could do this.
Bending over her breast, I inhaled her kitten sweetness and kissed dewy skin, dragging my mouth over a nipple and drawing in her delicious aroma in deep breaths. She arched her back and I suckled her nipple, laving it like an indulgent treat. The tiny moan she gave clued me I was doing something right. So I licked the other nipple, and got the same reaction. Her body pressed along mine, skin kisses blazing deep into my pores.
She tasted exquisite, ripe and wanting, like the fruit I’d imagined. Dashing my tongue around the bud of crinkled skin, I teased it harder. Squeezing her other nipple between my fingers, I focused on her responsive movements and mewls of pleasure.
Had I not an hour earlier been toting this same woman about in a cage? Cruel of me. She deserved kindness and touches designed to summon her desirous moans. Star should not be contained, and her body spoke of its need to be set free.
I buried my face against her breasts and laved her skin, tasting her sweet eccentricities, the sameness of her, and the differences that trickled down my back like claws.
Dragging my tongue down the middle of her stomach, I boldly slipped my hand between her legs. She was so hot there, molten. I greedily stroked her, because her scent rose, coiling me in its heady spell, and my body reacted with every brush of skin.
My cock had reached maximum hardness, and I rubbed my groin against her leg, wishing the contact could be skin to skin. She didn’t push me off as if to indicate I had broken a rule, so I continued, developing a rhythm.
Rhythm was key in spellwork. Chanting the spell was only the half of it. To find a tone and pace was paramount, and with my silent actions I found the pace I would later speak.
Drawn to her luscious moist folds, I danced my tongue in and about, designing the same rhythm there. She spread her legs, welcoming my touch. She tasted ambrosial, like forbidden fruit. Exotic, in that I knew this was not how witches summoned demons, but…I needed this power. Alternating my tongue with my fingers, I stroked and slid inside her, and then teased at the swollen bud that increased her vocalizations.
Reaching down with my free hand, I squeezed my cock. I wanted to feel Star’s fingers curl around it but knew that was a definite no-no. I didn’t need to climax.
Yes, you do. You’re so hard. Must…reach…pinnacle.
No, the ultimate goal was more important. I had to focus.
Fingers stroked through my hair, igniting every nerve-ending on my scalp and shivering down my neck and tightening my nipples. She was getting inside me, burrowing into my being.
“You’re doing an excellent job, T.J.” she purred.
It was actually spoken on a purr. How sexy was that? Who cared she’d just given me encouragement—during sex. Star’s passion-laden voice melted into my very DNA.
As I stroked her clit she clawed at the sheets and her constant moans found my rhythm. Hot dew dripped over my fingers. I wanted to be inside her, filling her, drowning within her heat, feeling the squeeze of her muscles milk me to oblivion.
I unzipped, but a hand slapped over mine, keeping me from pulling out my cock. Bad witch.
“So close,” she murmured tightly. “Faster. Please.”
I stroked faster, bowing my head to her hip and closing my eyes. I loved bringing a woman to orgasm, but the lack of touch to my skin, to my engorged cock, was maddening. My body shuddered, seeking orgasm as much as hers rose to meet the incredible climax.
The smell of her sex, the rough tear of her fingernails along my forearm, the heavy, deep pants gasping—until she ceased all sound—and then cried out. Face nuzzled against her breasts, I clutched her body against mine as her hips bucked and her body quivered in passionate release.
So beautiful. So unfettered. I had released her from the cage, and I did not want to put her back.
I’d forgotten something. What? Wasn’t sure…
Like an angel landing, she sank into the bed below me with a sigh and a sexy smile. I daren’t touch her perspiration-bejeweled skin, but flickered my fingers above it, drawing in the heat, the electric energy glittering with hints of earth magic.
Delicate fingers stroked the front of my rigid abdomen, and over my jeans. My cock strained. I was going to come….
I made a high-speed dash for the bathroom.
The witch had stolen into the bathroom. I knew what he was doing. Poor guy. I’d come gloriously. And he, well, he’d been hard as steel; I’d noticed when he’d made his quick escape.
But most troubling? He’d forgotten to speak the spell.
I’d known he wouldn’t be successful. And it bothered me little.
Deliciously exhausted from the climax, I stretched across the rumpled silk counterpane. Overhead a crystal chandelier glinted with moonlight, and I lay beneath a starry sky. Swimming in the blissful depths of giddy afterglow, I had an amazing realization. This was the first time I’d come and not immediately shifted to cat shape afterward. How cool was that? I’d just had almost real sex!
“Mmm, I could get used to this.”
And yet, while the thought excited me, at the same time it made me sad.
I craved a lover. A man to take care of me, to love me, and to share his life with me. A man I could have sex with and share intimacy. Maybe even lie together in each other’s arms afterward and be quiet with each other. A man who would bring me to climax and expect nothing more—most especially, no demons.
Tears watered my eyes and I sniffed.
“Stupid kitty. You’re thinking fairy-tale stuff.”
T.J. was a man who liked control. Why else cut out the middle man? He would be furious after jacking off. His well-orchestrated plan had failed.
I eyed the envelope on the counter. Time to take the money and run.
Sliding off the bed, I looked about for something to wear. Strewn across a chair was a pair of dark pants with a black leather belt. I slid them up and tugged the belt to the last notch. Still so loose I had to hold them over my hips. But if I wanted to nab the cash on the counter, I’d need to leave
in human shape. Cats don’t have pockets.
“Sorry.”
I spun to face the man leaning in the bathroom doorway. Tousled jet hair spilled over his lean yet muscled chest. His jeans were unfastened and sat low at his hips, revealing the dark path of hair sweeping to his navel. No visible erection so, as I’d guessed, he’d taken care of that problem.
“I knew you weren’t capable,” I said plainly, and picked up the shirt he’d been wearing to inspect it. Black with white stripes, it buttoned up. Smelled dark and sexy like him. “You forgot the spell.”
“I didn’t forget it, I…wasn’t capable of speaking it in the state I was in. Hell, I’m sorry. I thought I could handle this. I think it was the newness of the situation. Jumping right into it like we did. I know if you give me another chance, Star, I can do this right.”
“A professional familiar’s assistant trains for months before he is allowed to assist a demon conjure. What makes you different?”
He sighed. I felt only a little bad for him. He had gotten my rocks off, after all. Aren’t I owed a little fun once in a while?
I wandered to the kitchen counter, avoiding the glass, and claimed the thick envelope. Glancing at the disheveled witch, I wanted to snicker at his sorry state. Baffled and drained. Thrown from his element without a life jacket. Oddly sweet. He had been so determined.
I wanted to give him a few pats on the head, ruffle his hair, and tell him he had been a good kitty. Seriously, the good-kitty thing did stroke my ego, so why shouldn’t it his?
I wanted to hug him and tell him it wasn’t as bad as he thought. In fact, he’d rocked my world in a way I couldn’t begin to explain to him. To put my feelings out there would be too risky. I didn’t like being exposed.
Wasn’t like walking around naked in front of a man, either.
I tucked the envelope in the front pocket of the loose jeans. “I’m taking these clothes too, if you don’t mind.”
“No problem. I should have had some clothes for you. This was an ill-planned venture.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw. “Can you forgive me, Star?