In the Witching Hour

by Неизвестный

  CHAPTER FIVE

  As soon as Adrian slid next to Colette in the backseat of her limo, he slipped his arm across her shoulders. The semi-darkness of the car set the mood. He wanted to finish the seduction. If all she wanted was sex, he’d give it to her, only because he figured it was the only way to get her out of his system.

  But what if she wanted more than just sex? What did she really want from him? Hopefully, he’d find out tonight. There had to be a reason she chose him out of all the men in Manhattan even though he figured his father had something to do with it.

  The limo lurched into motion. The steady movement caused him to relax.

  Colette turned into him, her hand snaking out to hold his, which rested on his lap. "Now, where did we leave off last?"

  "Ummm, let’s see. I think we were talking about ass kissing--or better yet, sinking my teeth into something tender and enjoyable."

  She laughed. "As long as it’s not too painful."

  "No, I promise to only bring you pleasure."

  She leaned her head back, moving it from side to side as she rubbed his hand. She smelled so good. Good enough to bite--which he planned to do later on tonight.

  He liked the curve of her neck, offering, tempting him to the point of no return. But he couldn’t start anything now. Not here in the car.

  "Colette? I want to taste every part of your body."

  She turned and looked at him, giving him a lazy smile. "Every part? Even my toes?"

  "Yes, but I think I’ll start with your earlobes and work my way down." He leaned in and kissed the skin at the hollow of her neck just below her ear.

  "Hmmm, you make my body tingle," she said with a sigh.

  He knew exactly how she felt, because his body experienced the same sensation. "And you, my sexy woman, make me hot all over." He stroked her earlobe with his tongue.

  "Then we’re evenly matched."

  She turned her head and he pulled back just enough to look at her. It would be easy to kiss her lips again, but it seemed all she wanted was to stare into his eyes.

  He traced the curve of her face with his finger. "Why don’t you look your age?"

  Her eyebrows rose. "Why does it matter?"

  "You’re just too damn sexy and young looking to be thirty-five."

  "Does it make a difference? When you look at me, is that all you think about?"

  "No."

  "Then what are you worried about?"

  "I don’t know. I’m just not sure you’re real, that’s all."

  Her hand moved on his lap and brushed over his erection. He held his breath while she gently caressed him. "Can you feel that?"

  He nodded, afraid of what his voice would sound like if he answered right now.

  "Do I feel real?"

  Real enough that he could lose control at any moment. "Yes."

  "Then my age shouldn’t matter." She cupped him and he groaned. "All you should see is that we’re perfect for each other."

  He closed his eyes. Groaning, he shifted and leaned back against the seat, giving her better access. He pulled on her shoulders, encouraging her to cuddle next to him. She did. Her leg even crossed over his, her calf rubbing his.

  "Adrian, look at me."

  He opened his eyes. Desire etched her beautiful face. She licked her lips, and he repeated the motion to his own lips.

  "My driver can’t see us. The glass is shaded."

  "What are you suggesting?"

  She grinned. "You know damn well what I’m suggesting."

  "Can’t you wait until we get to your place?"

  "Adrian, I’ve never made love in a car before. I want you to be my first."

  He pulled her closer, growling as he cupped her breast, her nipple already hardened. He stroked his thumb over it. "How long before we reach your house?"

  She leaned forward and pressed an intercom button. "Bently? Could you drive around for another half hour? I don’t feel like going home just yet."

  "Yes, ma’am."

  She clicked it off and returned to his side.

  He grinned. "Does everyone do what you tell them?"

  "No, not everyone--just those who like me."

  "Then tell me what you want me to do."

  Her eyebrows lifted. "You want me to be in control?"

  "That sounds interesting. What did you have in mind?"

  When she laughed, the sound came from deep within her throat. "First off, I want you to undo your pants and show me what you’ve got."

  Without questioning, he did as asked. Relaxing into the black leather seat, he unbuckled his belt and opened the single button before sliding down the zipper. He reached in and withdrew his large, more than ready, arousal.

  Although there wasn’t much light, only from the passing streetlights, she still gasped when she saw him. "Oh, my. What an incredible piece of flesh you have there."

  He chuckled. "All for your pleasure."

  She smiled and leaned closer, her face mere inches from his. "You are going to please me, Adrian. I just know it."

  Her lips pressed against his in a slow, seductive kiss as her hand wrapped around his shaft. The more passionate the kiss became, the wilder her hand moved. She nibbled his lower lip then sucked it in her mouth. Her tongue snaked out and speared him with heat then she withdrew.

  "Adrian, I want you to undress me."

  He liked her game ... liked it too damn much. Never had he had this much fun. He reached for the latch behind her neck that held the bodice over her breasts. His expert fingers unfastened, helping the garment slide down her chest. Before him, her golden-from-the-sun breasts were bared for his view only. It was his turn to inhale sharply.

  "Damn, woman. You’re beautiful."

  He touched her, gingerly at first, then a little harder as he toyed with her nipples, making them stiffer than they already were. She still had her hand around his arousal, pumping slowly.

  She released him and joined his hands on her breasts. He liked watching her touch herself the same way he did. She closed her eyes, her mouth parted in a smile.

  "Come closer," he instructed. "I want to taste them."

  She shook her head. "Not now."

  He arched an eyebrow. "Then what do you want, my little tigress?"

  "You haven’t finished undressing me."

  He moved his hands down, exposing more of her beautiful body. She rose to her knees and wiggled out, helping him as he pushed the material over her hips, down to her knees. Red thong panties covered what he wanted to see. He reached out to remove them, but she stopped his hands.

  "I want to do it," she told him.

  Excitement made his erection jump. Damn, this woman was too much. But he could handle her.

  Slipping her fingers in the sides, she slowly pulled down the elastic. As her fingers slid down her body, they inched closer between her legs. His arousal grew to an uncomfortable size, anticipating the final moment.

  When her fingers passed by the small triangle of hair between her legs, she let out a small moan. He swallowed, moistening his dry throat.

  Soon, she pulled the panties down far enough for him to see all of her. Her body couldn’t be more perfect--breasts large enough to fit in his hands yet small enough to devour with his mouth, her stomach flat, tight, and her hips slender. Now he wanted to touch, to kiss, to taste everything she had to offer.

  After tossing the garments to the floor, she scooted up next to him.

  "Straddle me," he commanded in a gentle tone.

  "No, not yet."

  He almost couldn’t stand her teasing, yet knew that was the reason his body burned with readiness. "Not yet?" His voice cracked. "Aw, Colette, you’re torturing me."

  She smiled. "That’s my purpose." She positioned her legs by separating her thighs. "Touch me."

  He didn’t have to be asked twice. He slipped his fingers into the slick, hot juncture on her body. He pushed one finger inside then two as his thumb stroked her swollen bud. Letting out a moan, she arched, and he wa
nted to fasten his mouth to her breast. But he’d wait until she told him to.

  "Colette, touch me." He couldn’t believe she’d reduced him to begging. Thankfully, though, she did as he asked and wrapped her hand around his throbbing penis. Her thumb rubbed across his tip and wetness gathered. Damn, he was losing control fast.

  He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to gain control, but her hand moved faster, bolder, torturing him more than he could stand. He quickened the rhythm of his fingers to match the speed of her hand. It only turned him on more.

  Her cries of ecstasy filled the car, and he hoped to hell the driver couldn’t hear. He looked at her. Big mistake. The way she tossed her head back and bounced on his fingers was almost more than he could stand. The hand that wasn’t stroking him fondled her breast, pinching the nipple, and molding roughly. He reached out to help, but she took his hand and sucked on his fingers.

  A deep groan tore loose from his chest as she nibbled each tip, then licked, then sucked one by one into her very hot mouth. Once she moistened each of his fingers, she pushed his hand down to touch her nipples, transferring the wetness to her skin. He groaned again. This woman was incredible.

  He closed his eyes and let himself experience every earth-shattering, torturous thing she did to him. But soon her body shifted and when he opened his eyes to see what she’d done, he inhaled sharply. Her mouth was mere inches from the hand pumping him. Her tongue darted out and touched the tip of him. God Almighty!

  "Colette ... noooo--"

  "Yes," she replied before opening her mouth and nearly swallowing his engorged member.

  The heady moisture from her mouth surrounding his flesh was his undoing. Any moment he’d lose it, and he didn’t want it to happen this way.

  He yanked her up and pulled her to him, straddling her legs on the way. Out of his pocket he pulled out a small package and ripped it open, sheathing the rubber over his arousal. She spread her thighs as she positioned herself over him. He brought her breasts to his mouth, and the moment he placed his tongue on a nipple, she slid her body on top of him.

  Together, their voices echoed in rapture. While she moved her hips up and down, she held his face to her breasts, moving his mouth back and forth between breasts. He finally sucked onto a nipple and held, enjoying the throaty moans coming from her.

  She reached between their bodies to his shaft again, touching him as it went inside of her. The erotic feeling was his downfall. He grasped her buttocks and held her still as he thrust into her and released himself. Her cries of delight heightened, and at long last, one deep moan tore from her throat before she slumped on his chest, her face buried in his neck.

  He caressed her bottom as he slowed his breathing. Her heavy breaths blew against his skin and caused tingles to dance over him. Satisfaction filled him, greater than it’d ever done before.

  Yes, she must be a witch to hold that kind of magic over him. What other excuse could there be?

  CHAPTER SIX

  Colette awoke with a smile--something that didn’t happen often, and certainly not within the last ten years. What had happened last night? How did Adrian suddenly take charge and give her the most pleasurable experience of her life?

  She closed her eyes and snuggled against the warm, tight body next to her, pulling up the sheet to cover her naked shoulders. He mumbled and wrapped his arm around her, his hand finding her breast even in sleep.

  Her body responded to his touch, heating her skin like a raging fever. She smiled again. How many times in the last ten years had she dreamed about feeling this way? How often had she wished for a man who could make her enjoy sex as she’d done in the past? But once John had taken over her life, she’d become like a robot. No feelings involved whatsoever.

  Last night when she’d given Adrian a tour of her house, she’d linked her fingers with his and it’d felt so right. She played the tease, rubbing her body against his, saying the right words that would stir passion in him. By the look in his dark blue eyes, she surmised it had worked. It also turned up the thermometer inside her body, because she couldn’t wait to experience the thrill of having him inside her once again. Yet fear found its way to her chest, threatening to choke her.

  This desperate need for love had to be put aside. She wanted Adrian for one thing and one thing only. Mentally shaking away the impulsive longing closing around her heart, she concentrated on her goal. Revenge against John Robinson.

  She closed her eyes and relived the wondrous pleasure one last time. It had been her turn for an earth-shattering orgasm, and damned if Adrian didn’t fulfill her every dream.

  His chest rose and fell from deep breaths, a small snore escaping his mouth. She grinned. Their lovemaking had certainly exhausted him--as it had her. So what would it hurt if they lay together for just a little while longer? What would it hurt if she enjoyed his hard, naked body against hers and remembered the erotic feeling for just a little longer?

  Her nose twitched and she reached up to scratch it--then froze. Her name whispered through the room, but it didn’t come from the man sleeping next to her. She opened her eyes, her breathing increased.

  She pulled away from Adrian, careful so she wouldn’t disrupt him. The room remained quiet, except for his deep breaths, but she strained her ears for something--anything that might have jarred her alert. And why had her nose itched?

  "Colette." Her name floated through her memory and pulled her to awareness. She inhaled quickly. Excitement caused a different hammering in her heart.

  Slowly, she slid out of bed and grabbed her red, silk robe. After wrapping it around her body and tying the sash, she padded across the hardwood floor toward the door. She touched the doorknob then glanced over her shoulder at Adrian. He remained in the same position.

  She sneaked out the door then closed it behind her. She glanced up the hallway.

  "Belinda," she whispered. "Are you there?" She twisted her hands against her stomach, waiting to hear--or see her sister. Please, be here.

  "Colette...."

  The voice came from the next room. She hurried the several steps to the door and opened it.

  "Belinda?" She peeked around the door.

  A bright light near the window made the room glow. Within seconds, the light created a form. Wind from the opened window blew long, black hair, swirling around the figure gowned in white.

  "Belinda!" she shrieked and ran to her sister. When she reached her, the figure took on a form and loving arms wrapped Colette in a tight hug. Tears gathered in her eyes, her throat clogged with emotion. "Oh, Belinda. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again."

  Belinda pulled back, her green eyes twinkling along with her smile. "I thought I’d come visit since you refused to answer my summons."

  Colette wrinkled her forehead. "Summons? What summons?"

  "The one I’d sent to your necklace."

  Frowning, she dropped her arms and stepped away from her sister. She’d forgotten, Zoetan time was shorter than mortal time.

  "I don’t have my necklace any longer, which explains why I never received your call."

  Belinda folded her arms and tilted her head. Her eyes narrowed. "What in Zoetan’s name happened to your necklace?"

  Colette blew out a frustrated sigh and sat on the chair in the guest bedroom. "It’s a long story."

  "I don’t have any pressing engagements, so you might as well tell me everything."

  Colette blinked away the moisture forming in her eyes while she explained what happened. She curled her fingers into fists, her nails biting into her skin when she thought about John’s devious actions, and every humiliating thing he’d put her through.

  A tear trickled down her cheek and she wiped it away. She took a deep breath and stared at her older sister, waiting for her to speak. Belinda’s eyes were cold, not the warm green they’d been minutes before. Colette’s heart stilled. Was her situation hopeless?

  Belinda clasped her hands on her lap. "It’s been ten years, then?"

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nbsp; "Yes."

  "Why haven’t you tried to get the necklace back?"

  "I have!" Anger lodged in her throat and she swallowed. "But every time I tried to get near his property, his guards turned me away. He has high fences protecting his home, and I haven’t found a way to get inside," she paused briefly, "until now."

  Belinda’s eyes widened. "Until now?"

  She nodded. "Recently I’ve acquainted myself with John’s twenty-five-year-old son, Adrian."

  "And how is your relationship going?"

  Colette grinned. "He’s asleep in the next room."

  Her sister nodded. "And how is he going to get you into the house?"

  She nibbled on her bottom lip, hesitant to tell her sister. But she must. She needed advice--any help she could get. "I thought about telling Adrian his father has something of mine--"

  "Absolutely not!" Belinda rose to her feet, anger making her face red. "It’s bad enough John knows. We don’t need his son suspicious, too."

  Colette jumped up, her hands balled at her sides. "Then tell me what I should do."

  Belinda took a deep breath and threaded her fingers through her lustrous hair. She paced the floor, her brows knit as if in deep concentration. "Whatever you do, you have to hurry. You don’t have much time."

  When her sister passed, Colette reached out her hand to stop her. "What do you mean? Why don’t I have much time?"

  Belinda met her stare, her sister’s eyes softening. "You’ve been without your necklace too long as it is, and because you are half mortal, without your necklace you can become one of them." She paused, tilting her head. "Have you forgotten what happens in seven days?"

  Colette shrugged. "I must have forgotten. What happens?"

  "It’s what mortal’s call Halloween and Zoetan’s call Joining of the Moons."

  Colette shook her head. "I still don’t follow."

  Belinda breathed deeply and clasped Colette’s hands. "If you don’t have your necklace by the Joining of the Moons you will lose your power--forever. Even John Robinson won’t be able to use the necklace."