SOMETHING WICKED

by Mitchell, Liza

  She grabbed her hoodie, zipped it up over her naked chest, and followed him to the garage. As she passed, she slid a hand over his dick. "Oh Rambo, you liked the show." His chest rumbled with a growl of disapproval. She laughed and skipped to the car.

  Brianna opened the car door and saw the hood sitting in the passenger seat. She picked it up and threw it on the ground. "I'm not wearing this."

  "The hood is to keep my safe house secret. It's not about you. Put it on."

  "For fuck's sake. I'm a witch. The people I'm fighting are witches. While we might not be all-powerful, we could find a safe house." She climbed into the car and closed the door, leaving the black sack on the garage floor.

  "Girl, you are testing me."

  "Not a girl."

  CHAPTER THREE

  BRIANNA

  "Where are we going?" She looked out the window, trying to figure out where there were. Somewhere north of Wildwood, but all of the cornfields looked the same.

  "We are not going anywhere. You are staying with Cain while I take care of a job."

  They turned left and headed into town, passing by darkened storefronts, all closed for the season. The Brew was about the only place in town that stayed open year-round. Maybe she could convince Cain to let her leave and meet up with friends. The witches weren’t going to attack her in public, and she didn't want to spend the day with another wolf.

  He continued through town and turned down a side street, stopping in front of Cain's bar, The Winchester. His business wasn't up and running yet, but things were coming along inside.

  Cain came out of the back room when he heard the door open. "Hey, brother," he said, embracing Ransom.

  "Thanks for doing me a favor." Ransom turned to Brianna and brought his mouth to her ear. "Behave yourself, or there will be consequences."

  She placed a hand on his shoulder and stretched to reach his ear. "What kind of consequences?" His eyes burned through her. She clenched her thighs together. What kind of consequences? Now she really wanted to know. He gazed at her as if she was back on the couch playing with herself. Her face burned. Dammit. She really needed to stop playing this game. Or she needed to get the fuck over this shame.

  Eileen ran from the back room, almost tackling her to the floor. "Holy shit, Bri. I almost lost my mind when Cara told me you were okay and then didn't know where the fuck you were. Grace and Cara are on their way."

  Brianna staggered back. She'd been so wrapped up in herself that she didn't even stop to think about how her sisters may have been affected. "I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about it! It just happened so fast."

  "Well, from what I heard, you didn't have much say in the matter. There seems to be a lot of alpha bullshit going on around here." Eileen waved her hand, glaring at Cain and Ransom.

  Ransom ignored Eileen and pointed a finger at Brianna. "Behave," he said and walked out of The Winchester. She watched him go, too stunned to move. Motherfucker.

  "What was that?" Eileen took Bri by the arm and dragged her to a table. "What is going on with you two? You can't let him treat you like that, Brianna."

  "Back off, Eileen. I get to decide how I want to be treated." Her older sister was continually trying to mother her, and Brianna was having a hard enough time figuring out her feelings without Eileen's interference.

  "Fine. We'll talk about it later. Right now we need to deal with the witch situation. Tell me everything."

  "Let's just wait for Grace and Cara."

  The front door jingled, announcing her sisters' arrival.

  "Well, start talking," Eileen said. "Because here they are."

  Brianna stood up. "Let's go to The Brew and talk."

  Cain moved in front of the door. "No."

  "That's a great idea," Eileen said. "We can play some pool, relax, and plan world domination."

  Cain straightened his shoulders, facing off with Eileen. "I told Ransom I wouldn't let Brianna out of my sight, and I'm expecting a delivery here. I can't leave The Winchester, so neither can Brianna."

  Brianna pushed by Cain. "I don't belong to you, and I don't belong to Ransom."

  She left the bar and kept walking, refusing to give Cain any chance to stop her. She just wanted out. She'd been in captivity for the past few days, and staying locked up with Cain didn't have the same feeling as being held in the safe house with Ransom. Her sisters followed a few steps behind her.

  "Brianna, slow down," Grace pleaded. "We can go to The Brew, just wait for us."

  She stopped, giving her sisters the opportunity to catch up to her.

  Eileen hooked her arm around Brianna's. "All right, tell us everything."

  She took a deep breath and told her sisters every little detail she could remember, from the fight at their house to the moment Ransom brought her to The Winchester. Well, almost everything. She might have left out the messier shit. She finished her story just as they reached The Brew, and she dropped Eileen's arm to open the door.

  The Brew was like home. The space was furnished with a hodgepodge of tables and chairs, cozy couches, and a pool table. She used to crowd onto the couches with her friends, playing board games and sipping sugary coffee drinks. Now they all came to play pool and drink watered down beers. The bar was a haven for locals—the place was shabby enough that it didn't appeal to most tourists. Brianna looked around; she loved everything about this place. It was hers.

  She looked to the back corner of The Brew and froze, her feet anchored to the floor.

  "Fucking bitches," Grace whispered behind her. "Just go sit down on the couches, Brianna. Or turn around if you want us to leave. You decide."

  Claudia and Laine sat at a table sipping coffee as if it was a normal fucking day. To those scheming hags, it probably was. Maybe they didn't know that Ransom had seen them together and followed Laine to Brianna's shed. Perhaps they didn't know that Cara had figured out that the dead witches were killed by magic.

  She sat down and watched the witches. She wanted them to see her, to know that she wasn't afraid of them. Which was probably really stupid of her. They were using black magic—she should be fucking terrified of them.

  "Who’s the third person?" Eileen asked. "She looks like she is getting ripped a new asshole."

  Cara peeked over her shoulder. "That's Sydney Adkins. She was in my class. She's Miss Laurel's daughter."

  "I thought the Adkinses left the coven when they moved north of Sweetwater. Miss Laurel stopped coming around long before Mom died." Brianna watched the three women argue. It did look like Laine and Claudia were absolutely tearing her apart, quietly and brutally.

  The two women stood and started walking toward the front door. All of her sisters whipped their heads around, trying not to get caught gawking, but Brianna stared at Claudia, unwilling to show any weakness. Laine noticed Brianna first and elbowed Claudia, who grinned and veered toward the sisters.

  "Hello, ladies." She smiled like the Cheshire Cat, showing all of her teeth and all of her crazy. "How are you holding up, Brianna? Such a tragedy what happened to you. I know the police have absolutely no leads on those kidnappings and murders. My husband said you hadn't been into the station. You might know something, you should talk to them." Claudia flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and adjusted her slacks. She looked so normal, like any middle-aged professional, but Brianna knew better, and she couldn't ignore the menacing look on her face.

  Brianna didn't answer; she just glared back at Claudia.

  "And Cara, I hope you're okay. You ran right out of the morgue last time I saw you. It's as if you saw a ghost or something."

  Claudia was playing games. She'd been playing games since the second she'd told Malcolm and Cara how to get to the dead bodies.

  Claudia added, "If you ever need anything from the coven, please let me know."

  "Thanks, Claudia," Eileen said in a measured voice.

  Claudia shrugged. "There's power and safety in numbers. Maybe Sarah and Claire would still be alive if they had had a coven to pro
tect them. I truly hope the same doesn't happen to the LeFay sisters. It would be such a shame to lose such a powerful bloodline."

  That threat finally sent Brianna over the edge. Her entire body shook as she watched the two witches walk away. She counted to ten and slowed her breathing, trying to calm down. She inhaled. "One, two, three, four, five." Her heartbeat slowed, and she breathed in again, counting as she exhaled slowly. "Six, seven, eight, nine, ten."

  Her eyes were closed, she felt relaxed, and she inhaled, ready to count one more time. But no air filled her lungs. Brianna grasped at her throat, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She started seeing spots, and her eyes darted around to her sisters who hadn't moved at all. None of the women were responding to her panic. She stood up, her vision blurred. No one in the entire room was looking at her as she clawed at her throat.

  She turn in a circle almost falling over. Everyone else was drinking coffee peacefully. Except for a pair of blue eyes looking in through the front window. Claudia smiled and walked away.

  As soon as Claudia looked away, oxygen rushed into Brianna's lungs. "Motherfucker!" Brianna yelled. Every head in the place snapped in her direction.

  "What the hell are you doing, Brianna?" Cara tugged on her arm and dragged her back down to the couch.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  RANSOM

  Ransom fumed as he left Cain at The Winchester and drove toward The Brew. This girl was going to be the death of him. She couldn't follow a simple direction without talking back to him, she couldn't speak without an attitude, and she swore like a goddamn sailor. Not that he could speak, but there was something that bothered him about filthy fucking words coming from such a perfect mouth.

  Everything about her was perfect. Dainty hands. Perky tits. Wide, bright, naïve eyes. Even when she sat on the couch and masturbated for him, her eyes still gazed at him innocently. He’d been so fucking hard. He'd spent the better part of the last two days with a throbbing dick, but that scene this morning was the point of no return.

  Brianna was his—or at least she would be. That girl was magnetic, and he wanted her. He’d never gone through this constant battle of wills with a girl. He shouldn't want her. She was a fucking handful. But he’d never met a girl who excited him this much. He could smell her arousal every time he barked at her. She fucking loved it, and he loved the challenge.

  Ransom parked the car and stormed through the front door. Every face in the bar turned and looked at him. He was used to that, his size alone made him conspicuous. His gaze passed from face to face searching for Brianna. When he finally found her, she stared back with wide eyes full of fear or excitement. Maybe it was both.

  "Come here," he said. He stayed where he was and stood in the middle of the room, waiting for her to come to him. She walked over. As she moved, her wide eyes narrowed at him. "We're leaving," he said roughly.

  "You can leave, but I'm staying here with my sisters." Her glare was defiant, but he could hear her heart pounding.

  "Girl, you're already testing me. Is twenty more minutes with your sisters really worth it?"

  "That depends." She grinned mischievously. His cock throbbed. He wanted to wipe that smirk right off of her face, and he was pretty sure she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

  "I'll be in the car. If you are not out in twenty minutes, I'm coming in here and carrying you out."

  He turned around and walked back to the SUV, watching her through the glass storefront. She sat back down with her sisters and carried on her conversation, occasionally glancing his way.

  He'd taken many partners in the past and would have never put up with this behavior. He’d also never had a partner that made his heart pound with excitement the way she did. No one had ever tempted him enough to take as a mate either… no one before her. He wanted her. He wanted to keep her.

  Exactly twenty minutes later, Brianna looked at her phone, then out the window at Ransom's car, and carried on her conversation. Son of a bitch, she was going to disobey him again. He slammed the car door and marched into the bar. He didn't bother to slow down when he noticed that he was the center of attention, again. Brianna watched him tear through the bar with the same wide-eyed expression of fear and excitement.

  When he finally reached her, she stayed seated, and a playful smile spread across her face. He lowered himself to one knee, grabbed her around the waist, and threw her over his shoulder. The Brew started buzzing with chatter, but he couldn’t care less—he was overcome by Brianna's scent as he carried her out.

  He set her down next to the car and pushed her hips against the passenger door. He wanted to turn her around and fuck her right here in the middle of the street. He wanted to hear her cry out his name. And she wanted him just as badly. He looked down at Brianna, "I can smell your wet pussy." He ran his thumbs along her hip bones, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. "Get in the car."

  His cock was already hard. Fuck.

  He drove to the safe house trying to ignore the way his jeans pinched his dick. It didn't help that Brianna sat next to him, staring at her hands folded neatly on her lap. Playing her part beautifully.

  He didn't say a word to her until they were back in the safe house. "Get into the bath, you smell like other men. Who did you touch?" He closed in on Brianna, watching her eyes dart around searching for an answer.

  "Touched? I just hugged some fucking friends."

  Ransom growled. He wasn't threatened by her friends. But he couldn't stand her covered in their scent. "I don't want their smell on you. Go wash. You shouldn't be touching other men."

  "Oh, but I should be touching you?" she snapped as she walked toward the bathroom.

  He grabbed her arm and swung her around, forcing her toward the kitchen island. He bent her over the counter, pushing her shoulder blades down with his forearm and pressing his cock against her ass. "Do not ever come back to me smelling like other men."

  She shifted underneath him, rubbing against his dick. Such a fucking tease. She looked over her shoulder at him. "I'm not yours to order around. You haven’t claimed me"

  He reached down and grabbed her cunt, pulling her against him. "It's just a matter of time until this is mine. Go wash yourself." He stood up and released her. She turned around slowly. Her face was red, and her damn nipples pressed against the thin hoodie. He would buy her some fucking bras. Or he would let her parade around with her tits out, showing the rest of the world what was his.

  Ransom watched Brianna walk to the bathroom. She grabbed the doorknob to close the door behind her. "Leave it open," he ordered. She turned and smiled, unzipping her sweatshirt and dropping it to the floor.

  He settled on the edge of the coffee table, giving himself a direct line of sight into the bathroom. He watched through the glass shower doors as she leaned her head back under the water, running her hands through her sandy hair. She grabbed the soap and began to wash, resting a leg on the edge of the tub. Fuck, she was beautiful.

  His cock ached savagely. He rubbed his palm over his jeans, skimming over his hard length. Instead of relieving his need, it just made him harder, and precum started to soak through the fabric of his jeans. Fuck this. He undid his pants, pulled his cock out, and stroked himself painfully slowly.

  Brianna turned around in the shower and stopped when she saw. He hadn’t bothered to hide what he was doing. She reached up and removed the shower head, never looking away from him. She pressed her back against the shower wall, put her foot against the bathtub ledge, and brought the shower head between her legs.

  "Stop," Ransom said as he stood up. He could barely see her pussy through the water on the shower door, and he'd be damned if he missed any of that. He stormed to the shower, turned off the water, and grabbed Brianna.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to the living room. She smelled right again, like his. He knelt on the ground and set her on the couch. She didn't let go of him. Instead, she pulled him closer and pressed her lips against his. She moane
d and deepened the kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth.

  He kissed her back, hands kneading her ass and thighs. His cock throbbed. His balls grazed against the rough upholstery between her legs while the tip of his dick slid along her stomach. He rocked instinctively, devouring her mouth, leaving trails of precum along her skin.

  He jerked away from her when her soft fingers wrapped around his shaft.

  "Do you think you've earned that?"

  She pulled her hand away. "I hardly think I'm the one who's going to benefit from giving you a hand job." She answered defiantly.

  He stroked his cock. "Girl, don't even act like you don't want this."

  "Your dick isn't that great." She put her feet on the edge of the coffee table, trapping him between her legs.

  He leaned back. Fuck, this girl's cunt was even exquisite. But she was also a fucking liar. He would show her how fucking fantastic his cock was. He pushed his fingers into her pussy. He hissed. She was dripping wet. Ransom's tongue felt thick. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Good girls don't lie," he scolded.

  "I don't think you want a good girl." Brianna brought her hands to her cunt and started rubbing her clit. She bit down on her bottom lip and closed her eyes.

  "I think you want a slut. I think you want me to come home smelling like other men."

  This girl. Ransom took his hand from her pussy and started sliding it over his shaft, rubbing her cream on his cock.

  "I think you like having a disobedient little whore."

  He wanted to fuck that dirty mouth, but she would have to wait for it. He wanted her on her knees begging for his dick. He tightened his grip, running his fist over the head of his cock.

  "Why won't you fuck me?" She was taunting him. "I'll just find someone else." His balls tightened, and rage washed over him as he thought about Brianna with someone else. His cock ached as he jerked his hand over the tip again and again. She smiled and watched him through heavy eyes, her hand still sliding over her pussy.