“We’re here, Boss,” Carlos said, interrupting my thoughts. “Want me to go get her?”
“No,” I told him, rubbing my eyes. “Just have the back door ready when I return. I won’t be long.”
“Got it, Boss.”
Not waiting for him to open my door, I climbed out of the SUV and went inside Harlow’s building. I was immediately stopped by the smell of blood, and my fangs descended.
It was Harlow’s blood.
Racing up the stairs, I barged through the door, and I couldn’t believe what I saw.
What the fuck?
15
Harlow
“Dammit!” I was so nervous that I hadn’t been able to do anything right, like freaking pack. Really? I’d just gathered as many outfits as I could and stuffed them into my suitcase, along with the “essentials,” but the damn thing wouldn’t zip. Just another day in the life of Harlow Bishop.
Why couldn’t I use magic for that, huh?
Right, because I wasn’t “normal.”
Carrying my overstuffed suitcase to the living room, I plunked it on the couch, then sat on top of it. The sucker was gonna zip. Just as I made it around the last little turn, my fingers slipped, and blood started bubbling up from a rather large gash in the middle of my palm. I could only cradle my hand and stare at it.
Only I would do some stupid shit like that. I mean, how? From the metal zipper?
No sooner than that thought left my head did my front door burst open, deadbolts flying like shrapnel, with Emilio raging and baring his fangs. Oh, shit! His aura was that of a wild animal ready to pounce on its prey. And damn, it seemed I was that prey. I shrank back against the sofa and stared at him, open-mouthed, seriously reconsidering going anywhere with him. But, I had to admit—the naughty part of me, anyway—that he was kind of fucking hot all raged out. It turned me on. I realized I needed mental help in the worst way.
Emilio strode toward me, assessing the blood on my hand, his dark eyes then meeting mine in a hungry stare. Uh-oh. Pressure. All I felt was mounting pressure building inside my body, as though it would combust at any second.
“What happened?” Emilio finally spoke, his speech somewhat slurred.
“The suitcase wouldn’t zip. I, um…” I held up my still-bleeding hand, and an electrical torrent of power hit me like a shockwave. My back arched, and I groaned. The blood. It called to me, and it appeared to have the same effect on Emilio. I opened my mouth to speak, but in less than a second, he hovered over me, his chest heaving. Whatever was happening between us was intense and dirty, and just what I wanted.
“I could smell your blood downstairs. I thought…” He stopped talking abruptly. Staring at my palm, he brought it to his mouth, licking the wound.
“Ah.” I moaned at the feel of his tongue lapping at my skin. Leaning into him, I grabbed his other hand and placed it on my breast. I needed his touch. Something was happening to me, something I didn’t understand, but I couldn’t find it within myself to care. This vampire exuded sex, and I wanted him. All of him.
“Harlow, your blood—”
“Shut up and kiss me, vampire.” I yanked him to me, and we tumbled to the floor, his lips meeting mine with fervor.
Gods, I tasted blood and wanted more.
His blood.
Emilio pinned my wrists above my head, my body deliciously beneath his, and drew away. “You’re not making this easy. We have to get out of here.”
Squirming underneath him, I lined my sex with his hard erection, grinding against him. Yes, I wanted that release. “Fuck me, Emilio.” Holy hell. My voice had come out as a growl.
“Oh, little witch, I will.” He dropped his head to my collarbone, licking and sucking his way to my throbbing pulse. “But not here, not now.”
All of a sudden, my magic surged—it was definitely the blood—and flames danced across my fingertips. Emilio didn’t even blink, he only stared at me. But, with that surge came a strength I didn’t know I had. The fire in my hands extinguished with only a thought. Jerking my bound wrists forward, causing Emilio to move back, I lunged for him. His eyes became darkened pools of what I knew to be lust and the desire to have my blood again.
Forcing him to the floor—he likely let me—I straddled him and ground my hips against his dick. I then leaned forward and nibbled his neck. “You’re too bossy. My turn.”
Growling and piercing me with a come-fuck-me stare, Emilio clutched my hips and moved me along the length of his cock. As we rocked together, even fully clothed, a blinding orgasm was building hard and fast.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” I breathed against his neck, licking the skin there. When the friction hit my clit just right, I felt myself spiraling and bit him, hard, drowning out the moans of my pleasure. Blood trickled into my mouth and fire lit my insides. Magic washed over me, around me, inside me, and Emilio kept thrusting as I rode out the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had.
I was done.
Over.
The Harlow I used to be?
She was gone.
“Harlow.” My name was all he said before he ripped my shirt down the middle and aggressively did the same with my bra, cupping my breasts. He pinched and tugged my nipples, and I thought I might die from the sensations. That was until he bit the underside of my left breast and then kissed me, intermingling our blood.
The taste of our shared power, his vampiric and my magic, made my whole body come alive.
I craved it, needed more.
“You want my blood, little witch?” he rasped against my lips. “I’ll give you my blood.”
16
Emilio
In one swift motion, I cradled Harlow in my arms, carrying her to the bed. A vampire only had so much resolve, and she had pulverized it when she’d bitten me. I’d give her what she wanted—the rest could wait. Every fiber of my being blazed with a need for this woman: her blood, her skin, her body, all of her.
Harlow would be mine.
Laying her on the mattress, I unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her legs, along with her black lace panties. Tossing them to the floor, I drank in the sight of her. She was bare and beautiful before me, glistening with need. Using one finger, I ran it up the length of her slit, feeling her slick heat, and she gasped, arching her hips from the bed.
“Is that what you want, little witch? My touch?” I brought my hand to my mouth and tasted her wetness. “Mmm. Good enough to eat.”
“Yes, please,” she whimpered, slipping her hand between her legs and touching herself.
“Naughty little witch, aren’t you?” I licked my lips, leaning down to lap at her opening, and pressed my tongue flat against her clit.
“Don’t stop. Fuck.” Harlow grabbed a fistful of my hair, shoving my face into her sweet pussy.
Inserting my tongue inside her entrance, I added two fingers and fucked her. Harlow lifted her hips, meeting each hard thrust with eager intensity. Her arousal coated my face, and her core tightened. She was close, just on the edge, but I wouldn’t let her come. Not yet.
Withdrawing from her sheath, I licked Harlow one last time before rising to my feet. “You want more?”
Making quick work of my slacks and letting them pool at my feet, I kicked off my shoes and shoved it all to the side. Then I unbuttoned my shirt and flung it on the floor. Palming my dick, I stroked it a few times, and her hazel eyes widened.
“Yes,” she breathed. “But I want that—what you’re holding—inside me.”
“This?” I knelt on the bed and rubbed the head of my cock through her slick folds, tapping her sensitive nub. “That what you want?”
“Gods, yes, Emilio. Stop teasing me.” Harlow wrapped her fingers around my biceps to pull me to her, but I didn’t budge.
“What else?” Fuck, she was stunning with our blood staining her mouth and face. I pushed in the head of my shaft, and she writhed, but I stopped her, placing my hand on her stomach. “What else, Harlow? You didn’t answer me.” My fangs were
engorged with the need to drink from her, taste her, and then fuck her.
She bucked her hips, causing my dick to slide in a bit further. “Your blood. I want it.”
“That’s my girl. You gotta tell me what you want.” I smirked, driving all the way to the hilt, causing her to cry out. “I’ll give it to you, and so much more.”
Harlow’s mouth opened in a gasp and her eyes blazed red. Hell yeah. She’d be getting my blood as soon as I got hers again. Pounding into her hard and fast, Harlow wrapped her legs around my waist, tugging me closer, deeper. She rose to meet each thrust aggressively, while squeezing her gorgeous tits and pinching her nipples.
The scent of us together was intoxicating—magic, sex, blood, and sweat. The need to bite her was too great—I couldn’t hold back any longer and pulled out. Moving to the edge of the bed, I picked Harlow up and lifted her into position, quickly sliding her down the length of my shaft. Now we were face-to-face—exactly where I wanted her.
“Fuck yeah. Harder.” She rode me, looping her arms around my shoulders.
I dropped my head to her throat, leaving fervent open-mouthed kisses until I found my sweet spot.
She was so tight and wet. I could tell by the way the walls of her pussy tightened around me, and the sound of her breathing, Harlow would come again soon. Sucking in a breath, I sank my fangs into the delicate flesh of her neck, delicious crimson liquid coating my tongue and sliding down my throat.
Grabbing her ass as she panted, writhed, and moaned, I reluctantly retracted my fangs just as Harlow cried out in another orgasm. She thrashed against me, tugging on my hair and crashing her lips to mine.
That was all it took—I exploded, my seed filling her.
Harlow sucked her blood from my tongue, and her pussy pulsated around my dick, squeezing it like a vise. Opening my eyes, I noticed she was watching me watch her, those glowing red orbs a sight to behold.
With a primal cry of passion, and without warning, she sank her blunt teeth into my neck, drawing blood again. This witch would be the death of me. I raged, my cock ready for more. Once she’d gotten her fill, I took her mouth and shared our blood. So fucking intoxicating. The kiss was hungry, demanding, ferocious, and rough. I loved it.
Harlow smeared her hand across the bite and then sucked the blood from her fingertips. “So good. I don’t get any of this, but—”
Cutting her off, I lifted her up, laid her back on the bed, and slid down her body until I found what I wanted. Slipping my tongue between her slick folds again, I pressed my thumb against her clit, moving it in a circular motion. I couldn’t get enough.
“What are you doing to me?” she said on a breathless sigh, raking her nails across my shoulders. “Ahh.”
She fisted my hair, and that was all I needed. Keeping my thumb on her clit, I lowered my head and bit her thigh. Relishing the taste of her as she bucked wildly against me, Harlow climaxed again, harder this time, just from my bite.
Oh, how sweet she was.
“Share,” she growled.
For a beat, she sounded like a vampire drunk with bloodlust, but no. Harlow was a fucking goddess—a blood witch I wanted to worship.
In a blur of motion, I moved to her mouth and gave her what we both craved. I could feel her magic on the air, on my skin—it filled the room.
The sound of my cell ringing immediately brought me down from the high that was Harlow. Shit. Carlos was downstairs waiting.
How long had I been gone?
17
Harlow
Cell phones could die a horrible death right now. Why, in the heat of the moment, did Emilio’s have to ring?
“I’ve gotta take that. My driver’s been waiting outside.” He kissed me quickly and practically vaulted from the bed.
“What? Your driver?” This meant his guy knew what we’d done up here. Well, there was nothing I could do about it now, but it was still embarrassing.
“Yeah, Carlos. Everything’s fine. Be down in twenty.” Emilio stared at me while he spoke to the guy, and damn, he was hot, standing there in all his lean-muscled naked glory.
Mmm. I stretched languidly, feeling magic thrumming through my body unlike ever before. Drinking blood, though, that’d been…different, but so freaking exhilarating. Something I planned on doing again—from Emilio of course. I guessed it was true: blood had awakened my powers, more specifically, his blood. Well, vampire blood. And my blood, which was weird.
My emotions seemed to play a part, too. Hell, I had no idea. All I knew was I’d just had the best sex of my life, and I wanted more. Emilio was addictive, like a drug. Only time would tell if that were a good or bad thing.
Right now, he wanted to “protect” me, so we’d do it his way until I got the spell. More time with him sounded just fine to me. Because fuck the coven—it was no longer about them—I just didn’t want anybody to get hurt, or die.
“Harlow, let’s get cleaned up.” He leaned over me and kissed my forehead, his still-hard cock pressing against my stomach. “We’ve got to go.”
“I’ll just shower real quick.” I touched my face and breasts. “I’m a little bloody.”
Emilio licked his lips, and his gaze shifted to a darkened depth of midnight. “Yes, you are, little witch,” he growled, hauling me up and off the bed. “You’re beautiful.”
“And you’re…” He’d fucked me dumb. I couldn’t find the right description. Amazing, awesome, fantastic: all those words sounded ridiculous and couldn’t even begin to define Emilio, or more specifically, what he’d done. So, I settled on being a smartass. “Good.” I winked and wriggled out of his arms, heading to the bathroom.
“Oh, just ‘good’?” His breath ghosted across my neck, and I shuddered. “Want to try again?”
“I thought we had to go?” I turned to face him with a shit-eating grin, trailing my index finger down the defined planes of his muscular chest.
“Infuriating woman.” He snapped his teeth at me, and I giggled, rushing to the shower.
“Okay then, it was great,” I shouted once the hot spray hit my skin. Damn, we needed to hurry, so I grabbed my body wash and scrubbed as quickly as I could. With soap in my eyes, a strong muscular arm I couldn’t freaking see, wrapped around me.
“Great?” Emilio purred in my ear, nipping the lobe.
Instantly, a tremor of lust shot straight to my core, and I pressed my backside against his front, feeling him—all of him. Shit. This had to stop, or we’d never leave.
“Not great,” I murmured. “The best, okay? Now, get clean. I have to call my friends as soon as we get to your place.”
The air turned frosty. What did I say?
“Why do you need to call them?” He grabbed the shampoo and started washing my hair. I was cool with that.
“I need to tell them where I’m going. They’re gonna help me get that spell, like I promised, remember?”
“Rinse,” he said, almost like an order. Pfft. But I did it anyway. “You need to be careful who you talk to. I can’t have people knowing—”
“Okay, Mr. Best Sex of My Life, gonna stop ya there.” I turned off the water and got out, not caring if he was done yet—he could shower at his own place. “They’re my best friends, my family, the only people in this world I trust, understand? I’ll be telling them what’s going on with me, unless you want a pair of pissed-off witches looking for me.”
“Best sex of your life, huh?” Emilio smirked, closing the shower door and stepping onto the bathmat.
“That’s all you got from everything I just said?” I laughed and toweled off. “You’re such a man. But just so we’re clear.”
“All right, but if they’re to come around, I’ll need fair warning—for my guys, okay?”
I could get behind that—it was completely understandable. “Sounds good.” Tossing my towel in the hamper, I did the best I could with my hair and decided a wet messy bun would do in a pinch. I’d already packed most of my wardrobe, but I found a black T-shirt and slipped it over my
head, after putting on a clean pair of panties and a bra, then shoved my legs into the same jeans I had on earlier. They were still clean—and well, the others were in a deathtrap suitcase.
Emilio was already dressed and ready to go once I’d emerged from the bathroom. I went to grab the handle of my bag, but he intercepted. “No. There will not be any more bloodshed in this apartment or in my SUV. You ready?”
Shaking my head, I grinned. “Yup. Let’s hit the road to your vampire love nest.”
Emilio chuckled. “Whatever you say, little witch.”
The End of Part One.
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