Witch Way to Love

by Desconhecido(a)

  “No worries, witch.”

  “Breena.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Breena. It’s my name. You know, as opposed to witch.” Her lips lifted in a smile, transforming her face from cute to downright adorable. Her eyes flashed with humor and he found himself entranced by her.

  If he didn’t know it was impossible to place a spell on him, he’d have sworn she cast one. He’d never been so taken with a woman before. Something told him she’d stay on his mind until he had another taste. No, maybe a taste wouldn’t be enough. He needed more, much more than that. He needed a night of wild, sweaty sex to cleanse his system of whatever this was. He was certain that would take care of it.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” she said softly, her voice having turned husky.

  “Like what?” He prowled a little closer.

  “Like you want to eat me up.”

  He smiled. “Maybe I do.”

  She swallowed hard. “You didn’t seem to feel that way at your house. As I recall, you kissed me, then slammed the door in my face. I offered myself freely to you, but you didn’t want me.”

  “Oh, I wanted you. I just didn’t want to want you.”

  Her brow puckered, as if she couldn’t quite figure that sentence out.

  “So what do you say, witch? Breena. Are you ready to be forever changed?” he asked.

  She snorted. “You’re mighty full of yourself, aren’t you?”

  “After two hundred years, you learn a few things.” He shrugged. “I’m just being honest.”

  Okay, so maybe he was bragging a little. Every woman he had ever been with told him he was the best lover she’d ever had. Things like that could go to your head after a while. And even if he didn’t want the witch—Breena—under his skin, he had no doubt things would be explosive between them. He just hoped it wouldn’t literally be explosive. If her magick was as wonky as her wand, anything could happen. He was willing to risk it, though.

  “And if I say yes?” she asked.

  “Then I’ll make you mine, for tonight. I make no promises. I’m not a commitment kind of guy, but I can promise you a good time tonight.”

  She licked her lips and seemed to be thinking things over. He had a feeling she wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of woman, but maybe she’d make an exception, just this once…for him. Goddess, he hoped so! He wanted her so bad his teeth ached, and he wouldn’t even think about his dick. It had been hard the moment he’d gotten a whiff of her again, and didn’t seem to be going down anytime soon.

  “Okay.” She said it so softly, had he not been part wolf, he would have missed it.

  Not giving her a chance to back out, he reached out and jerked her into his arms, his mouth crashing down on hers. Her hands curled around his biceps as her body molded to his. Cade thrust his tongue between her lips, wanting more of the cinnamon flavor that seemed to be uniquely hers.

  Breena pulled away, panting hard. “Bedroom.”

  He swept her off her feet and began the hunt for her room. Getting inside of her was his top priority at the moment. His skin felt tight and itchy. His fangs had lengthened and now dented his lower lip. The moon might not call to him like it did others wolves, but this witch did. The scent and feel of her surrounded him, drawing him in, making him hunger for her even more. If he didn’t have her soon, he’d go insane.

  He just hoped he could control himself enough to not make a big mistake. His wolf wanted to bite the witch, mark her as theirs. Stupid canine didn’t realize what it was asking of him. No, he wouldn’t bite her, no matter how tempting it might be. He’d just have to make sure he held on to his sanity, even in the heat of the moment. Cade wouldn’t even think about what it would mean to lose control. His nice, orderly life would be forever changed, and so would hers. There were things about him that she didn’t know, things he didn’t want to tell her.

  He wanted her to want him for him, and not because of who he was in the paranormal community. Women threw themselves at him left and right, all because of his name. She’d asked his name once, but he hadn’t given it. His wolf scratched and pawed at him, not wanting him to hold anything of himself back from her, but it was too risky to reveal everything. Not now.

  Kicking open her bedroom door with his foot, he let her slide down his body. The lights were off, but the moon had come out from behind the clouds and now shone brightly through the bedroom windows. The silvery light caressed her face, illuminated her fiery hair, and he couldn’t help but trail his fingers across her soft skin. Not willing to wait another moment, he began to undress her, needing to see all of her, to taste her, touch her, make her his.

  No. He cursed himself. Not make her his, just…borrow her for a while. His beast would have to be sated with this night of enjoying the delectable Breena, because it’s all it would have. There was too much going on in his life at this moment. Too much could go wrong if he laid claim to her. It would put her at risk, and he wasn’t willing to take that chance. He might not be actively at war with anyone right now, but there were always people out there, paranormals, who wanted his blood, or to bend him to their will. If he allowed himself to care for the witch, allowed her to become more to him, they would use her against him.

  Shaking the dismal thoughts from his head, he cupped her cheek with his hand, his thumb sweeping across the silken skin. Cade lowered his head and kissed her, gently this time, wanting to savor every second with her. He felt her hands against him as she unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants. He pulled away only long enough to get rid of his clothing, then wrapped her in his embrace once more, her soft curves pressing against him so sweetly.

  As he nibbled the skin beneath her ear, then trailed kisses along her neck, he felt something settle inside of him, a calm he’d never felt before. It was like a piece of him, a piece that had been missing his whole life, clicked into place. He worshiped her with his hands and mouth, wanting to give her as much as pleasure as she brought him just by letting him get close to her.

  The wolf gloated, doing a victory lap in his head. Whether Cade wanted to admit it or not, this witch meant something to him, was a part of him. He was fooling himself if he thought he could walk away. Even if he didn’t mark her, even if he never came back, she would always be with him. There was no denying the truth when it stared you in the face.

  He’d found his mate.

  Chapter Three

  Breena threaded her fingers through the wolf’s hair. He was doing wicked, wicked things to her, making her want things she’d never wanted before. She wasn’t inexperienced, per se, but it had been a good, long while since she’d been with a man. Before her time in the realm of giants, she’d been too busy to have a man in her life and, for obvious reasons, she’d been celibate for twenty-five years. She’d only been back a few months, but men hadn’t been her top priority. Until this man. Wolf. Whatever.

  She wondered if he’d howl when he came. A smile tugged her lips at the thought. His lips found her nipple, drawing on the hard bud, and she couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped her. Pleasure zipped and zinged through her, making her pussy tighten. Her magick swirled around them, enveloping them in a warm cloud. She felt it spark along her skin as desire coiled tight within her.

  Breena tugged on the silken strands of his hair, pulling him away. She felt bereft without his touch, but there was something she needed to do before they went any further, something she was curious about. From the moment she’d inhaled that delightful musky scent of his, she’d wondered what he would taste like, and she didn’t just mean his kiss.

  She licked the tanned, muscled flesh of his chest before taking his nipple in her mouth. He hissed in a breath and cradled her head with his palm, holding her closer. She curled her hands around his ribs, sinking her nails into his flesh. Part of her wanted to mark him in some way, to leave him with a reminder of their night together. She drew her hands down his sides, then slid them around to his tight, perfect ass.

  She licked and kissed a path
down those rock hard abs of his, then sank to her knees and took in the magnificence of his long, hard cock. A lesser woman might have been afraid of the big monster, but Breena was damn near dripping she was so turned on. She curled her fingers around his shaft, not surprised when they didn’t meet. Giving him a few tentative strokes, she looked up to see his reaction.

  He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She licked her lips and focused on his cock once more, leaning forward to lick the pre-cum off the tip. His salty flavor exploded on her tongue and she went back for more. As she fit her lips around him, easing the length of him into her mouth, she felt his hands on her hair. Not pulling or demanding, just touching, petting…encouraging her to keep going.

  A low groan erupted from him as she swallowed him down, taking in as much as she could. His skin felt like satin against her tongue as she twirled it around his cock. She sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed out as she pulled back. Her tongue stroked the head of his cock and then she swallowed him again. She bobbed up and down on his length, feeling empowered as he growled and thrust his hips in time with her motion.

  She was really getting into it when he pulled her away, dragging her up his body. His mouth slammed down on hers, his kiss demanding and intoxicating. He backed her across the room, stopping when her thighs brushed against the bed. Her heart raced as she thought about what was coming. Being filled by him, dominated by him, sent butterflies tumbling through her stomach. He may not be the alpha, but he was still very much an alpha male. And for the moment, he was all hers.

  The wolf fell to his knees before her and she tumbled back onto the bed, her thighs spread on either side of him. His calloused hands slid up her legs, spreading them further, his shoulders bracing them apart. Breena moaned when his mouth latched onto her pussy, his slightly rough tongue laving her sensitive folds. As a witch, she was hairless everywhere but her head, and that tongue of his was wreaking havoc on her. She’d always been sensitive down there, but she seemed more so tonight. Breena wasn’t sure if it was because of her abstinence, or something more. His tongue swirled around her clit, teasing her, before he lapped at her cream once more.

  She didn’t know this man, this wolf, who knelt between her legs. He wouldn’t even divulge his name to her, and yet she felt closer to him at that moment than she’d felt with anyone before. The moment he’d opened the door, she’d wanted to throw herself into his arms and beg him to fuck her, which really wasn’t like her. He might say this was for tonight only, but if she had anything to say about the matter, he’d be in her bed again—and soon. Her body felt enflamed, as if she were burning from the inside out, and she knew he was the only one who could quench her growing desire.

  His tongue dipped inside of her, spearing her, before flicking up to caress her clit. Shockwaves of pleasure washed over her, making her nipples tighten and her skin heat. Her hands fisted the bedding to keep herself from grinding on his face. She wanted to ride him until she came, and then she wanted to do it all over again. She’d only ever had one orgasm a night with the men in her past, but something told her things would be different with this one. If anyone could make her come multiple times, it would be this wolf.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth, holding the delicate bud between his teeth as he lashed it with his tongue. She tossed her head from side to side, whimpering at the sensations bombarding her. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. There was a growing need inside of her, an overwhelming need. She felt her body straining for release, needing to come, and yet it was just out of reach. He teased and tormented her some more, seeming determined to bring her to the brink then topple her over. Just when she thought she’d never get there, he slid a finger inside of her. She felt her pussy clasp the digit as she cried out, a long, piercing cry, her body coming so hard that she saw stars.

  As the haze cleared, she felt him lap up her cream before rising over her. The hungry look in his eyes had her pussy clenching with need. He nuzzled her neck, nipping her lightly, sending shivers through her small frame. Her hands clasped his biceps, but her need to touch him wasn’t appeased. Her palms drifted over his chest, the crisp hair there tickling them. She watched his nipples tighten and felt his cock jerk against her.

  “Roll over,” he said gruffly.

  Before she complied, she saw a flash of yellow in his eyes, and knew his wolf was close to the surface. This wouldn’t be a gentle lovemaking. It would be the wild fucking of a wolf, and she found herself trembling with desire to have him, all of him, any way she could. She rolled onto her stomach and rose onto her hands and knees, presenting him with her ass, just like she’d read about in books.

  He growled low in his throat, his hands clamping down her hips, as if to hold her in place. She felt the head of his cock at her entrance and, without warning, he pushed inside, filling her completely with one thrust. She cried out, not in pain, but in intense pleasure. Her pussy rippled along his cock, wanting him to take her, needing the wildness she felt inside of him. She wanted him to unleash the beast within.

  The wolf pulled back, then plunged back in, hard and fast. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air as he began pounding into her, giving no quarter. He fucked her long and hard, making her come more than once. It seemed one orgasm would barely stop before another would begin. Her limbs shook from the strain of holding herself up as she weakened, her magick cocooning them, draining her.

  He shifted, his chest pressing against her back as he nuzzled her ear.

  “You’re mine,” he growled.

  Before she could ask what he meant, he came inside of her, exploding with a force unlike anything she’d felt before, and then there was a stabbing pain in her left shoulder. As the fog cleared, she realized he’d bitten her. The fact that he hadn’t used protection didn’t matter nearly as much as that bite. Had he intended to claim her? Or was it the heat of the moment?

  He licked the wound as he eased his cock from her body. Unable to hold herself up a moment longer, she collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in the quilt. She lay panting for breath, struggling through the fog in her brain to understand what had happened.

  “You bit me,” she mumbled into the bedding.

  He trailed kisses down her spin and nipped her on the hip. “I told you that you were mine.”

  She rolled over, shoving him off her in the process. Blowing her hair out of her eyes, she glared up at him. He looked well satisfied and cocky as hell. So the doggy thought he had a new toy, did he?

  “I didn’t give you permission to bite me. I don’t even know your name!”

  His gaze slid down her body, then back up to meet her eyes. “It was going to happen sooner or later. You’re my mate. We’re destined to be together.”

  More like he was destined to be a pain in her ass. She’d love to smack that look off his face, see if he still wore that shit-eating grin with a red handprint across his cheek. Of all the nerve! The audacity of the stupid canine! Marking her as if she were some…thing. Some prize to be won, some trophy to collect. She was a person, and she had thoughts and feelings, and he’d trampled all over them by just doing whatever the hell he pleased.

  “Get out.”

  The grin died, confusion clouding his gaze. “What?”

  “Get the fuck out of my house!”

  He didn’t move, didn’t blink. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing. He’d gone as still as those nasty gargoyles guarding his house. He regarded her silently, his eyes giving nothing away. She opened her mouth to demand he leave again, but he gripped her ankle and jerked her to the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he caged her between his arms and touched the tip of his nose to hers.

  “Kicking me out won’t change a damn thing, witch. Whether you like it or not, you’re mine. And I never give up what belongs to me.”

  She ground her teeth together, pushed against his chest, then settled for glaring. “I’m not a possession you own. And you bit me without my consent! One word to y
our alpha and your ass is in big time trouble.”

  That grin was back in place again, the one that made her want to throttle him.

  “Honey, the alpha doesn’t order me around. He’s in charge of his precious pack because I let him be in charge. If you think there’s a higher power that is going to swoop in and save you from my clutches, you’d better think again. No one in this town would dare go against me.”

  Her heart beat erratically in her chest. “Who are you?”

  His eyes flashed yellow again. “Cade. Cade Milcom.”

  Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. She knew that name. Everyone knew that name.

  “You’re the werelock.”

  His grin broadened. “Very good.”

  “But…I didn’t think you could take a mate.”

  His lips firmed, a serious expression overtaking his face. “It isn’t that I can’t, it’s that I shouldn’t.”

  “Is something going to happen to me? I’m not going to change now that you’ve bitten me, am I? I know the rules are slightly different for you than would be for a normal werewolf.”

  “You aren’t going to change. As for something happening to you… I hope not.”

  She shoved at him again, not stopping until he rolled off her. When he stood beside the bed, she scrambled to her feet, snatched her robe off a nearby chair, and hastily pulled it on. Breena tied the sash and folded her arms under her breasts.

  “I need you to leave. I need time to think. You’ve done something that can’t be undone. You realize that, don’t you?” she asked.

  He gave a nod and began jerking on his clothes. “I’m sorry if you’re upset with me, but my wolf half was insistent on making you ours. The warlock side of me tried to be the voice of reason, but… Well, obviously, it lost.”

  “I need some time, Cade. I need for you to give me space, let me work through this my own way.”

  “There’s not a counter spell. So, if you’re thinking you can fix this, you’re wrong. You’re mine, irrevocably. Understand?”