by Candi Fox
One thing was certain. She would be the subject of tonight’s sexual fantasies. He really needed to get laid.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Harley found it hard to move when she woke up the next morning. She realized that Aiden was pulling his punches, at least somewhat.
Looking in the mirror she found a large bruise on her face, where he had caught her off guard. She was surprised his first strike had been to her face. It made her wonder if it had been the first time he ever hit a woman.
If so, she was glad it had been in self-defense. She had asked him to spar. Maybe that was just the first place all people went. She didn’t know. Obviously, she should have put on head gear. She wanted to take as much as she could to get, to be ready for Zoe.
Harley had no doubt that it would someday come to a head. She felt around the bruising on her face, wincing as she moved. Aiden had given her a hell of a workout. What she needed was sex.
She found out several months ago that one of her new witch powers was healing via sex. Apparently, sex with a vampire in her dreams worked as well.
Perhaps she should have called out to Luc before she fell asleep. Maybe he would have come and visited her. She did have a friend she could call. He was always up for a roll in the hay. It was one of the things she loved about him. It was always no fuss, no muss. He was ready any time she was.
Harley got dressed quickly, using some minor glamour magic to hide her bruising. She would no doubt see Mrs. Reyes before she got out of the house.
Unplugging her phone from the charger, she dialed his number. He answered on the second ring. His deep voice sounded sleepy.
“Hello.”
“Did I wake you up, cowboy?”
She heard him growl. “Yes. You will pay for it too. Let yourself in.”
She sucked in her breath. She was wet, and more than ready. Grabbing her keys, she headed downstairs. Mrs. Reyes was in the kitchen. “Mamita. I am going out for a while. I will be back early before dinner.”
Harley may have broken a few speed limits on the way over to her cowboy’s house. She used the garage door opener to let herself in, pulling her SUV in beside his truck.
Once inside she walked to his bedroom. He was naked, lying on top of the covers waiting for her. His long black hair spilled over his chest, nearly to his tapered waist. She took in his physique. His long, well-muscled body. His piercing deep brown eyes that looked black in the darkness of his room. His high cheekbones, chiseled chin and sensuous lips.
“Strip.”
It wasn’t often she let go, that she let someone else be in charge. She quickly stripped off all her clothes and stood waiting for his next command. Was she into BDSM? No, that was a lifestyle. That was 24/7. She liked a little play, now and again.
She trusted her cowboy. He was probably the only person, besides her family that she trusted implicitly. He allowed her to let go and simply be.
“Come here.”
She walked and stood beside the bed. Realizing she was trembling with anticipation she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. No need to rush.
He looked her up and down. His dark eyes and face giving nothing away.
“You woke me up. You know how I dislike being woken up.”
Cowboy got to his feet, walking around behind her. He lifted her long red hair from her neck. Quickly moving his hand to the base of her scalp he pulled her head back, bending her neck and lowering his head, kissing her savagely.
There was such strength behind his kiss, she was sure that he bruised her lips. He wasn’t always rough. Sometimes he was gentle, sensual, giving. No matter what his mood, he always brought her to new heights.
He continued the punishing kiss, his hand trailing down the front of her naked body. He found her clitoris. One long finger massaging it in a circular motion. His other hand, roughly pinching her nipple.
It was not rough enough to bruise her. His intent was to make this an intense session, not to hurt her. His lips left hers and he bit her neck and took an earlobe in his mouth nipping it with his teeth as he continued to massage her clit.
She moaned but stood her ground. She knew better than to sag against him without permission. He continued his onslaught of her body. Moving to her other nipple, making sure it was as erect as the first, before moving up to her neck. He bit down the length of her neck from jaw to shoulder before moving to the back of it.
He bit the back of her neck firmly. Leaving a mark. “One day. I’m going to make that mark permanent.”
She moaned in response.
“Lay on the bed little one.”
Harley lay down on the bed and waited for him.
“Turn over and face me.”
She turned on her back looking up at him. He walked over to the dresser and took four black silk ties from his dresser. He positioned her so that she was lying vertically on his four-poster bed.
He tied her legs first. One at a time, kissing down her leg and ankle before tying it securely to the bed. He did the same to the next before moving to the head of the bed.
Once he was at the head of the bed he started by kissing her inner arm at the elbow and working his way to her wrist. He gently sucked on a couple of fingers before he tied her up.
Cowboy went back to his dresser and got out a black flogger. Harley gasped in anticipation. He would take her out of this headspace and into a completely different one.
Cowboy began to use the flogger softly. He drew it down her naked body taking the time to circle around her nipples and play at her inner thighs.
After teasing her for several minutes he began to flog her more forcefully. He carefully avoided striking near the kidneys or wrapping the ends of the flogger around her sides or shoulders.
Wrapping could and would cause the tips of the flogger to hit her bare skin with unnecessary force and cause pain he did not want to inflict.
Light red welts began to appear all over her bare skin. Harley gasped and even moaned in delight. She hadn’t known she liked a little pain with her pleasure until she met Cowboy.
He introduced her to a whole new world of things she had never known. He brought her mind and body to new pleasurable heights. He taught her it was okay to surrender.
He struck the same areas repeatedly. He turned the light red welts into deeper raised welts. He stopped then looked over his work.
Putting the flogger beside the bed, he began to trace the welts first with his fingers, and then with his tongue. The welts stung pleasantly under his ministrations. She often wondered what it would be like to do this full time.
Her mind began to drift away after that. The only thoughts she had now were of the physical sensations he was making her feel. He moved from kissing the welts on her skin to kissing her lower lips.
He sucked and bit her clitoris. Not hard, just enough to make her draw in a breath before licking and sucking it. He inserted two long fingers into her wetness.
Cowboy took his time exploring, finding her g-spot. Making her squirm and moan. He knew where it was, he just liked to make a game of it. He intensified the speed, hitting her g-spot again and again.
She felt like she was on the verge of an orgasm.
“Don’t you dare cum until I give you permission.”
Harley had no real idea how to hold back an orgasm. She did know how to move energy around. Instead, she dispersed the energy build up and allowed the pleasure to continue.
This time when the wave hit her she knew she couldn’t hold back. He sensed it as well.
“Now Harley. Come for me now.”
She did. She came. She squirted, drenching them both. She heard him moan as he eagerly lapped up every drop. He untied her and pulled her into his arms.
Kissing the top of her head. “One day baby you will let me do this for real. Not just play out part of a scene. I won’t rush you, though. You will tell me when you are ready.”
She snuggled against him and they both fell asleep for a short while. She woke up first and decid
ed it was time to pay the man for waking him up.
She licked gently along the side of his neck to make sure he was awake before she moved further down. He opened his eyes looking at her as she moved down to his collar bone.
She ran her hand over his deeply bronzed skin. She loved how he felt under her touch. Moving down lower she flicked a tongue over one of his nipples, then gently took it into her mouth and sucked on it.
Taking one long nail she teased the other nipple to hardness, before switching and giving the other the same treatment. When he moaned she quickly moved up to his neck and bit the pulse of his throat hard enough to leave a mark.
She had never marked him before, nevertheless, she liked it. She really liked it. She nibbled on the same spot longer making sure her mark would stay for a few days.
He didn’t complain. Actually, she could tell he was getting more turned on. Harley raked her nails down his chest leaving red marks as she did so.
Biting and clawing her way to his navel. When she took his navel into her mouth and bit it, she heard him growl with pleasure. Harley looked up into his eyes as she took his hard cock into her mouth.
His eyes were now glowing a dark gold. She could see his wolf starting to come out. Harley had found out rather by accident about six months ago that her cowboy was a werewolf.
Finding out he turned furry once a month, or at will, turned her on even more. She was so drawn to his animalistic side. She had no idea why. It just really did it for her.
She growled just thinking about it. Sucking him all the way down her throat in one smooth motion, her hands played with his smooth ass, while she deep throated him repeatedly.
She wanted to make him cum. She wanted to drink him down. He always tasted so good. Going faster she moved one hand to massage his balls, using her thumb to press the spot between his balls and anus. The spot known as the taint.
For some men that spot was like a female g-spot. Not as intense as the prostate, but it still had an orgasmic effect.
Harley slowed the pace back down. She wanted him to cum, however, she wanted to make it last. She wanted him to fully enjoy the experience.
She nibbled on the head of his cock. Using her teeth lightly and licking around the frenulum. She began to treat the head and shaft like a giant ice cream cone.
Using her tongue to swirl around, eliciting moans as she went. Harley was just as turned on as he was. She loved to pleasure him, and his moans just made her wet.
She took his large shaft in one hand stroking up and down, while she continued to kiss and suck on the head of his cock. She truly enjoyed giving head. It was like an all-day lollipop. A cream filled one.
Using her long nails, she raked the inside of his thighs until red welts showed. They didn’t stay long. Werewolves healed incredibly fast. The harder she clawed at him the louder he moaned.
She’d never really pushed the limits with him before. She dug in giving the head of his cock a nip. His hips bucked off the bed.
Harley increased the pressure both in her hand and biting him a bit harder. She wouldn’t leave marks, even if he did heal. Just not her style to mark up such a beautiful specimen of manhood.
She continued to lick, swirl, suck, nip and deep throat him until she felt his balls began to tighten. She squeezed them just as he orgasmed and was rewarded with his eyes rolling back in his head.
She licked up every drop of his cum. She loved the way he tasted. His cum was a bit spicy. She wondered if it was because he was a werewolf. He had a unique taste. She found him to be delicious.
“Come here.” He commanded.
She crawled up his body kissing him passionately.
“You have the best lips of any woman I have ever known. I love what you do to me.” His voice had the growling quality that turned her on.
“Now, ride my cock. I know you can, cowgirl. Ride me hard.”
Harley obliged, climbing on top, sliding his hard cock into her wet pussy. She started out slow grinding her hips against his with every thrust.
She was making sure she hit her g-spot as she stroked him in and out of her. He pulled her forward, kissing her passionately and thrusting in and out of her at a rapid speed.
Harley felt her next orgasm build and explode. She screamed while they still kissed losing the sound in his mouth.
He helped her back up and she continued to ride his cock. They had slowed down again and he met her grind with one of his own.
A moan that sounded near a scream tore from her throat.
“Oh, yes. Fuck me, Cowboy. Fuck me harder.”
Her voice was raw with the need to be completely taken. Cowboy grabbed her, rolled on top of her, then quickly put her on her knees before thrusting himself inside of her to the hilt.
She could feel his balls slapping against her as he thrust in and out of her. Her scream like moans became louder. She felt as if they were being torn from her throat.
The pleasure was so intense she felt a little lightheaded as he pounded her. She orgasmed again and again. He was relentless in driving in and out of her.
Grabbing her hair, he pulled her head back leaning down to kiss her while continuing his erotic onslaught.
“Whose pussy is this?” He growled.
“It’s yours.”
“I can’t hear you. Whose pussy is this?”
She moaned the answer. “Yours. It’s all yours.”
“That’s right baby. It’s all mine.”
Harley felt another orgasm building. He thrust inside of her letting her ride the wave. As she came, he pulled her back again. Leaning forward and biting the back of her neck.
Harley screamed. This time she squirted all over them both. She heard him growl again and knew his own orgasm was close.
“Cum for me baby. Cum, deep inside your pussy.”
That pushed him over the edge. He grabbed her hips and thrust one last time, cumming deep inside her.
Cowboy rolled her over and took her in his arms tucking her head under his chin. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need too.
She laid there for an hour maybe more just enjoying being held and being in his energy. The morning had slipped into afternoon and she would need to go soon. She had to at least check in at work.
When it came time for her to go, he took her into the shower and washed her with loving care. He even dried her off and helped her dress before he walked her out to her SUV.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
As soon as she walked through the door one of the assistants ran up to her.
“You are needed immediately. There has been another murder. It’s down near Denton, Texas. Here is the address. Lieutenant Meyers said to call him after you get on the road and he will fill you in.”
Harley went to her office and grabbed her bag. There was an assortment of charms, potions, and weapons in a large black canvas bag.
She texted Mrs. Reyes and Aiden letting them know she had to go out on a case. Aiden asked if she would be back anytime soon. She wouldn’t be.
Once she was headed down the highway she hit the blue tooth on the SUV and called the lieutenant. Hands-free was the only way to go while driving.
This time three people were killed; the youngest was thirteen, the other two were in their early to mid-thirties. An entire family had been wiped out.
Meyers gave her specific directions for once she got off the highway. The murders had taken place on a rural farm.
There were multiple police cars, ambulances, the coroner’s vehicle and supernatural response vehicles all crowded around what looked like an old farmhouse.
Yellow tape was everywhere. She was approached as soon as she got out of the vehicle.
“You can’t be here. This is a police investigation.”
Harley showed him her badge and other credentials which she wore around her neck like a backstage pass.
“Nice, but I still can’t let you go in.”
“Why the hell not? I’m with the supernatural response team. I’m here on
Lieutenant Meyer’s request.”
“Doesn’t matter why you are here little girl. You are not going in.”
“I don’t know who you are, but get the fuck out of my face. I’m the witch on call. This is my business as much as it is yours. Now move aside.”
He grabbed her roughly. “I said, you don’t belong here. Now get back in your vehicle and leave.”
“Look buddy. I don’t know who the hell you are. I really don’t care who you are. You need to move out of my way.”
She had every right to be here. If she was called in on a paranormal investigation she had the same power to view the scene as a police officer.
“Let go of me, officer.” She looked at his badge it said his name was Officer R. Smith.
He dug his fingers in deeper biting into her upper arms. She’d had enough. Harley ran the heel of her boot down his shin and stomped on his foot as hard as she could. He let out a cry of pain alerting others in the area.
Smith swung on Harley and she dodged out of the way. She ducked two more times before landing a solid blow on him. She might be arrested later, but she was not going to stand there and get beaten up.
When he went for his gun, Harley used a kick to knock it out of his hand before she landed a blow knocking him back. By that time, they were surrounded by other officers including Lieutenant Meyers.
“What the hell is going on here, Lake?”
“I haven’t got a clue. Officer Smith approached me as soon as I got out of my vehicle. He denied me access and then grabbed a hold of my arms.
When I tried to go around him he threw a punch at me. After I hit him back he pulled his gun.”
“So, you assaulted an officer?”
“I protected myself from being assaulted by an officer.”
Three men were currently restraining Officer Smith who was not only cursing like a sailor but swearing he was going to kill the little whore that touched him.
Several officers, who said they knew Smith, were puzzled by his anger and that he had tried to detain her. After thirty or so minutes of the teams arguing back and forth, it was decided that Smith would be taken in for magical evaluation.
