The Forbidden

by Cheyenne McCray

  He only held her tighter, pressed his mouth harder against her even when she begged him to stop.

  When he finally released her, Silver continued to tremble and her vision was almost too blurred to see. The room swam and sparks actually glittered before her eyes.

  Hawk gave another swipe of his tongue and Silver cried out as another orgasm whirled through her.

  “Stop.” She could barely speak, she was breathing so hard. “No more.”

  Hawk gave a low laugh as he moved up her sweat-slicked skin. Warmth flushed her body anew as he braced himself above her and looked down with a sexy grin that almost made her heart stop beating.

  He lowered his head and his mouth met hers in a slow, sweet kiss that nearly stole what breath she had left. She tasted herself upon his tongue, a sweet taste that mingled with the masculine flavor of his mouth.

  When he drew away, she pressed her hands against his muscled chest. “On your back,” she demanded.

  Hawk nuzzled Silver’s neck, ready to plunge into her sweet heat. “You can be on top next time.”

  “I’m not kidding.” Silver’s fingertips sizzled against his pecs, sending streams of fire throughout his body.

  He gave a low rumble, but let her take control. When he was on his back, he grabbed her hips, ready to raise her up and drive her down onto him.

  She only smiled as her fingertips sparked with blue light and she ran one finger down his chest.

  Sizzling warmth flooded him, hot sensual warmth that made his blood boil.

  His erection was so powerful it would surely snap in two if he didn’t take her soon. He tried to move her, to force her down, but he found his hands immobile, as if tremendous weights pinned them to his sides. “Release me, witch!”

  Silver gave a wicked grin as she slowly brought both her hands to his chest. “You’re mine now.”

  Sparks sizzled from her fingertips and flooded his body with such desire that he had to clench his teeth to keep from shouting out loud and begging her to end the sweet torture.

  She lowered her mouth to brush her lips over his Adam’s apple. “I intend to have my way with you,” she murmured against his chest.

  “Wench,” he said, but it turned into a groan as she moved down his body, her palms splayed flat against his chest, over his abs, and straight toward the part of him that wanted her now.

  He tried to move his arms again, but his palms were glued flat to the sheet. He didn’t know how his hands had moved from her hips to the bed, she had worked her magic so effectively.

  Silver eased down so slowly until he thought he would explode. The entire time she touched him, her hands sizzled with magic. Hawk thought he would go insane with the need to come, the need to drive into her over and over again until she screamed loud enough for the whole of the city to hear.

  She eased her beautiful naked body down, to kneel between his legs. He couldn’t move them, either, and he shouted out his frustration. “Release me, or you shall pay, witch.”

  Silver gave a soft murmur and lowered her mouth so that her lips were barely above his erection. He tensed. His heart beat so loudly it pulsed in his ears.

  She blew softly on the head and he groaned. Her eyes still focused on his, she slipped her lips over him, taking him deep into her warm, wet mouth.

  “Ah, gods,” was all that he could manage to grind out.

  Silver stroked him with one hand while her magic vibrated through him, sending fire throughout his body and bringing him near the peak.

  Her mouth, so very hot. Her hands, so talented. Her magic, so intense. Black dots began to dance behind his eyes and he was certain he would pass out if he achieved orgasm.

  Silver teased him more, taunted him by changing the motion of her mouth and her hands. She gave a wicked little laugh as her gaze locked with his.

  But then her laugh turned into a cry of surprise as he broke free of her magical hold. He gripped her hips tightly between his palms and flipped her on her back so that he forced himself between her pale thighs.

  A thrill of excitement charged through her at the nearly insane look in Hawk’s eyes. She had driven him close to the brink of madness.

  He gripped her thighs tightly as he pushed them apart. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?”

  Silver bit her lip and swallowed. She was afraid he was going to tease her more before he finally took possession of her.

  “I’m going to take you,” he said in a low rumble. “Hard.”

  She gasped as he slipped a fraction into her core. So close. So blessed close. “Now, Hawk.”

  With a look of supreme satisfaction and possession. Hawk drove into her. He took her as hard as he’d promised. He filled her with his length and width, like she’d never been filled before.

  Silver closed her eyes and tipped her head back in ecstasy, but Hawk murmured, “Look at me.”

  Her eyelids flew open and she met Hawk’s intense gaze. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. His strokes were deep and even, hitting that sensitive spot within her.

  The sensations were almost too much to bear.

  The scent of their sweat and sex, and his masculine smell filled Silver. She cried out with every incredible plunge and felt herself begin to spiral out of control.

  Her moans almost couldn’t be heard above the sound of their breathing. “I’m so close. So close.”

  He thrust into her three, four times more, and just when she knew she couldn’t hold back any longer, he murmured, “Come with me, a thaisce. Come with me.”

  Silver screamed. Longer and louder than any scream she’d ever made in her life. Shivers racked her body with every pulse of her orgasm. The sensations were so wonderful, so sweet, she almost couldn’t take it.

  Hawk shouted and moved at a slower pace, and she felt the power of his own climax. He stopped and braced his hands to either side of her, his breathing harsh and uneven. A trickle of sweat from his forehead splashed onto one of her breasts.

  With a groan he collapsed onto his side, drawing Silver tightly within his embrace. She shuddered with aftershocks from her orgasm that refused to stop.

  He kissed her sweat-dampened hair and cuddled her close. “Gods, what did you do to me?” he murmured.

  Silver gave a shuddering sigh and snuggled closer to him. “What did you do to me?”

  He chuckled, a low and satisfied laugh.

  The front door to the apartment slammed shut.

  Hawk and Silver went still.

  “Silver?” Moondust called from the living room in her ethereal tone.

  Her father boomed out, “Where is that little witch?”

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  Silver groaned as her father’s voice reverberated through her apartment. “Silver,” he said in his most intimidating bellow, “come out here right this minute.”

  “Now, Victor,” came Moondust’s soothing voice through the thin wall. “You can’t barge in on her. This is her home, not yours.”

  “The spells I can’t,” he roared.

  Hawk shifted as Silver floundered for a rumpled sheet. She yanked it over their naked bodies a second before her father stormed into her bedroom.

  “Hi, Father,” she said, trying to keep a calm expression.

  For precious seconds, he stood in the doorway, blustering, his face a deep crimson, his jowls vibrating. Silver almost grinned—she’d never seen her father so flustered.

  He was a huge, hulking man who appeared stout rather than overweight. He wore tailored suits, and his eyes were a deep, penetrating brown. He’d always reminded her of the mafia bosses she’d seen on TV.

  “What in the name of—” his words cut off, as if he was unable to think of another.

  For the first time Silver could remember, Victor Ashcroft was speechless.

  Moondust pushed her way past him as Silver eased up in bed so that her back was to the headboard, the sheet pulled tight over her breasts.

  Silver glanced at Hawk to see him lying on his side, his head propped up
on his hand, his elbow on the bed, and the sheet hanging loosely around his trim hips. His dark hair was rumpled, and he had sexy morning stubble on his cheeks. His appraising eyes focused on her father.

  “My apologies, honey.” Moondust moved close enough to the bed to clasp one of Silver’s hands. “You know your father. He loves you and thinks you’re still his little witch.”

  “Father, you’ve got to get over it. I’m not a child.” Silver looked at her father and the heat creeping up her cheeks was like fire due to the fact that her parents were standing close while she was in bed, naked, with her lover, who was equally bare. “Would you mind?”

  Moondust studied Hawk. “Who are you, dear? You are not human, are you,” she said, more as a statement than a question.

  “Hawk,” he said in his husky, sexy brogue, and Silver shivered from the sensual sound of it. “I am D’Danann. And you are—”

  “D-D’Danann?” Victor clenched his fists at his sides, and strode toward the bed. If they could have, his eyes would have been smoking, the way he was looking at Silver. “You summoned one of the D’Danann. A Fae from Otherworld?” He gestured toward Hawk. “And you bedded it?”

  “Him.” Silver glared at her father and fisted the bed sheet in her hands. She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation now. “Never refer to Hawk like that again.” She waved one hand toward the doorway. “Out of my room. Now.”

  Victor’s face grew darker and after another few seconds of blustering, he turned like a stiff toy soldier and marched from the room. “You had better hurry, young witch,” he grumbled.

  Moondust squeezed Silver’s hand again, and she smiled. “Take your time, sweetheart.”

  “Thanks, Mother.” Silver gave Moondust a quick kiss on her smooth cheek. She smelled of vanilla and brown sugar, a scent that always comforted Silver, reminding her of her childhood.

  When Moondust closed the door behind her, Silver groaned again and covered her face with the sheet. All she saw was white, reminding her that she now had to confront her father about her decision to become a gray witch. Facing him would be like trying to stand up to a tornado and not get sucked up in its fury.

  A shadow passed over her, then she felt the press of lips against hers as Hawk kissed her through the thin cotton. His lips were warm, firm. She melted from the light touch and wished they had time for another round of hot, exciting sex.

  He pulled the sheet away from her face and gave her a crooked grin. “We’ve apparently been summoned. By beings almost as fearsome as my Chieftains. Your mother—she is quite…interesting.”

  With a smile for Hawk, she stretched her muscles, which ached pleasurably from the wonderful bout of lovemaking. She gave him a lazy, sensual look. She moved just right, and the sheet fell from her breasts. He hissed out one long breath that made her shiver with desire all over again.

  He dipped his head and laved each of her nipples with his hot tongue. Silver gave a soft moan and arched her breasts. She reached for him beneath the sheet and wrapped her fingers around his thickness. It pleased her that he was so hard, so ready for her.

  “Silver!” Victor Ashcroft shouted from the other side of the door.

  Hawk captured her mouth in a quick kiss before urging her out of bed. He swatted her ass and she squealed as she hurried into the bathroom.

  To Otherworld with Father, Silver thought as she took a warm shower to refresh herself. As far as she was concerned he could just wait until she was good and ready to come out of her bedroom.

  When she finished, she dressed in snug black jeans, a black silk blouse, and black heeled boots. The outfit gave her a feeling of power and confidence. And she knew her father hated that she didn’t wear robes or dresses all the time as he thought a good witch should.

  Silver combed her fingers through her hair, drying the long strands with her magic in just moments. When she finished, her hair hung in long ringlets to her waist.

  While Hawk took a shower, she strode out of the bedroom to meet her parents, after closing the door behind her.

  It smelled wonderful—of cheese, potatoes, eggs, and fresh herbs, a recipe she recognized immediately as Moondust’s breakfast casserole.

  In the small kitchen, Moondust wore Silver’s kiss the witch apron as she prepared breakfast. She used her magic to make fresh orange juice. The orange halves squeezed themselves over a pitcher, one by one, as Moondust busied herself with drawing out plates and silverware.

  Silver’s stomach grumbled.

  She turned her gaze to her father, who sat on her couch. Her stomach pitched and she immediately lost her appetite.

  Even sitting down, Victor could intimidate a warrior in full battle gear. Although she couldn’t begin to imagine Hawk feeling threatened. Polaris had draped himself over her father, and Victor slowly stroked the python’s head.

  Traitor snake.

  Silver sat on the loveseat across from her father and tried to relax. She crossed her legs at her knees and met her father’s eyes. She caught his scent of cherry pipe tobacco and spicy aftershave, and it brought back memories of her childhood, almost making her feel like a kid again.

  “Not only did you summon creatures you had no business calling,” he said without preamble, “but you slept with one of the Fae. A full-blooded Otherworlder. Have you any idea what kind of trouble or what kind of pain you’re asking for?”

  “What do you know of it?” Icy heat washed her cheeks, pushing away the earlier thoughts of her childhood. “Who I sleep with is none of your concern.” She clenched the ends of her armchair. “The issues here have nothing to do with my choice of bed partner—”

  “The spells they don’t!” Victor pushed his bulk from his seat, letting Polaris drop to the couch. The snake hissed and gave her father what amounted to a snaky scowl, then slithered across the floor to Silver, where Victor now towered.

  His finger shook as he pointed it at her. “Dark sorcery. Summoning beings beyond your control is prohibited.”

  Returning her father’s glare, Silver jumped to her feet, and almost bumped into him. She wasn’t about to back down, not for a second. “I told you I practice gray magic. I will use magic to defend my people, my loved ones, and myself. And if that means attacking evil before it attacks us, then so be it.”

  Victor turned an unusual shade of purple. Before he had a chance to utter a word, Hawk shoved open the bedroom door. He had dressed in his leathers, his sheathed sword and dagger at his sides. His eyes almost glowed with fury directed at Victor.

  Hawk’s presence was powerful and commanding, and Silver couldn’t help the thrill that blossomed in her belly at the sight of him. He was so blessed sexy, right from his dark hair brushing his shoulders, to his sculpted jaw, on down to his broad chest, trim hips, and athletic thighs. He was delicious in every sense of the word.

  “Hear your daughter before you condemn her,” Hawk said in a slow, measured, and controlled voice, jolting her from her thoughts. “If you do not wish for all your kind to be extinguished, you would do well to understand the situation.”

  “I understand well enough.” Victor’s eyes narrowed and his fingertips sparked with his anger. He would never hurt anyone, but he’d been known to be so angry that inanimate objects in the immediate vicinity would self-combust.

  “Sit.” Hawk’s tone was lethal this time, like a dagger plunging into ice—for a demonstration of what it might do to human flesh.

  One of Silver’s crystal vases crackled. The glass shattered across one of her storage chests, and dried blooms tumbled to the floor.

  She sighed. Two vases in just a couple of days.

  “Control yourself.” Moondust appeared out of nowhere, suddenly at the center of the room, and she gently pushed Victor back until he sat on the couch. Springs creaked from his bulk, and he found himself with a plate of breakfast casserole in one hand, fresh squeezed orange juice in the other.

  “Moon—” he started, but Moondust silenced him by narrowing her eyes and shoving a spoonf
ul of casserole into his mouth.

  “Eat,” she commanded. “Then we will discuss this like rational witches.”

  Victor swallowed, then harrumphed. He placed his juice glass on an end table, and with a scowl dug into his breakfast.

  Moondust turned on Hawk next. To Silver’s surprise, he lowered his head in something like a respectful bow. Then Silver and Hawk found their hands full with breakfast plates and juice glasses, Moondust using a bit of magic to manipulate them all.

  Her mother was not a D’Anu witch, but Silver always had the feeling she was far more powerful than anyone truly knew.

  Moondust kept the conversation light while the rest of them glared at one another. As they ate, she talked about the latest gossip on all of Silver’s aunts, uncles, and cousins, not to mention a few of the more eccentric members of their Massachusetts D’Anu Coven.

  As she spoke, Moondust’s soothing presence gradually won out, and Silver found herself relaxing. Some.

  Whenever she glanced at her father, she couldn’t help but remember the times he had taught her beginning spells and how to make healing potions. He could be overbearing when he was upset, but he truly had a soft heart beneath that intimidating presence.

  Hawk, on the other hand, looked like a true predator as he observed Silver’s father. He ate at least three helpings of breakfast casserole. Victor matched Hawk plate for plate, and watched Hawk just as closely as Hawk watched him.

  If the situation they were in with the Fomorii hadn’t been so dire. Silver would have giggled at the two of them. Men.

  The entire time, Polaris draped himself over Moondust’s shoulders, his head raised and turning to observe each of them. The familiar had slid up the armrest the moment she sat down, apparently to find the best place to be in the center of the action.

  When Moondust made the last empty plate disappear to settle in the kitchen sink, she perched like a small bird on the edge of one armchair. Polaris curled up like a beehive on the chair’s cushion to the side of her.