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Witch Blood ew-2

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by Anya Bast


  Her hands found the buttons of his battle-bedraggled shirt and began working them free. She couldn’t wait to explore that gorgeous chest and the six-pack abs he’d revealed earlier that day. She wanted to lick every inch of his tattoo. So much to do.

  If any witch interrupted them now, she’d freeze them where they stood.

  He finished yanking her skirt up to her waist and slipped his hand down her panties, finding her hot, wet, and very anticipatory.

  If he wanted her ready, well….

  Isabelle had become aroused the moment she’d entered the library and found him sitting there looking so brooding. The man did brooding like nobody’s business.

  She spread her thighs, giving him better access. His fingers stroked her folds and found her clit. Her breath hissed out of her. He rubbed it with the pad of his index finger until he’d tripped her trigger.

  “Does that feel good?” he murmured into her ear.

  She did her level best not to pant. “If you’re not inside me soon, I’m going to come against your hand.”

  He smiled against her earlobe. “I guess that’s a yes.”

  “Yes.”

  He forcibly yanked her head to the side and nibbled his way down her throat, making her shiver, making her hotter and wetter between her thighs. Thomas made love the way she’d assumed he would — commanding her and overwhelming her.

  He made a low sound in his throat when she ran her hands over his chest, tangling her fingers through the smattering of dark hair. She had an empathic flash of just how much he enjoyed being touched. He ached for it, craved her hands and lips on him. Perhaps, because of his position at the Coven, he wasn’t touched that often.

  She could definitely make up for some of that now. With pleasure.

  Isabelle dropped to her knees in front of him, giving him a coy upward glance as she undid his belt and the buttons of his ripped and dirty trousers. Hell, they needed to come off anyway. Keeping her gaze on his, she pulled his pants and boxers down, and then allowed him to kick them off along with his shoes. She rocked back on her heels and stared.

  Gah. The man was a God.

  Her mouth went dry at the sight of him standing there in only his unbuttoned shirt. He had the body of a man who worked out on a regular basis, someone who really took care of himself. Strong legs met narrow hips melding into washboard abs and then into that wonderful drool-inducing expanse of muscled chest.

  And his cock.

  Nope, this guy had never been ashamed in the locker room a day in his life. She grasped the wide base and let her gaze eat up the ropy veins that traversed it, the swollen, velvet-soft head.

  “Mmm,” she murmured right before she licked it.

  Thomas swore under his breath and fisted his hands in her hair.

  She glanced up at him. “I have a feeling this lovely cock has been neglected, Thomas. What’s wrong with the women in this Coven, anyway?”

  He opened his mouth to reply but she lowered her lips around his shaft, relaxing her throat muscles so she could take him deep. A strangled groan of pleasure came from his mouth. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes.

  Isabelle closed her eyes, too, enjoying the musky scent and taste of him, and the way his body tensed in pleasure. She petted his taut balls as she ran her tongue and lips over him, loving the way she could bring this powerful witch to heel, render him senseless, with only the stroke of her mouth.

  It was better than magick.

  Strong fingers dug into her upper arms, dragging her upward. “You do that well,” he murmured with half-lidded eyes, “but now I want a turn.”

  “I’m not one to object.”

  He guided her to sit on the edge of his desk, pushed her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties down and off her legs. The silk whispered over her skin and then was gone.

  He held her gaze as he slid his hands up her thighs and slowly parted them. Cool air bathed her already throbbing, needful sex.

  Holding her knees well apart, Thomas leaned in and dragged his lips from her inner knee upward, flicking his tongue occasionally to taste her skin. When he reached the apex, he yanked her to the extreme edge of the desk and buried his face in her heat, making her gasp and moan. The sight of his dark head moving between her thighs almost undid her.

  His skillful tongue found her clit and licked as he braced her thighs open with strong hands. Isabelle arched her back and sought the opposite edge of the desk, papers, pens, and office paraphernalia be damned. It all slid off, clattered to the floor.

  He found the opening of her sex, slick and warm with honey, and rubbed the sensitive area until she threw her head back on a moan. Then he slid two fingers inside, the way she wanted his cock, and thrust in and out while he tongued her swollen, aroused clit.

  Her fingers were white where she gripped the desk. The rest of the world fell away as she rode the edge of a swiftly cresting climax. He found her G-spot with unerring accuracy and dragged his fingertips over it. She bucked, sighed, and moved her hips in time to his thrusts, completely swamped and overtaken by sensation.

  Her climax tingled through the base of her spine and then exploded upward, engulfing her body in a sweet wash of pleasure that had his name spilling from her lips over and over. He rode her through it, unrelenting in his attention to her already climaxing sex, driving her orgasm harder and faster until she had to stifle her cries so she didn’t bring the whole Coven running.

  While the waves of her powerful orgasm still gripped her and her muscles had the consistency of warmed butter, Thomas flipped her to lay facedown across the desk. The papers, folders, and pens she hadn’t cleared the first time showered to the floor. Neither of them cared.

  He pressed the head of his cock against her opening and she spread her thighs wider for him, caught in a haze of decadent pleasure and physical need. The heels she wore made up the difference in their heights, making this position perfect and highly erotic.

  She laid her flushed cheek against the top of the cool, smooth desktop and curled her fingers around the edge. “Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes.

  Thomas grabbed her hips and, inch by incredible inch, impaled her on his cock. Her thighs hit the edge of the desk and her rear made contact with Thomas as he hilted within her. He stilled, allowing her body to stretch to accommodate his width and length.

  “That’s good, Thomas,” she managed breathlessly. He filled her so deliciously it brought tears of pleasure to her eyes. She was no angel, but it had been a while since she’d been with a man.

  “Not as good as this.” He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. They both groaned. He set up a slow pace that allowed her to feel every luscious inch of his cock as it tunneled in and out of her.

  Every inward thrust made her mind stutter and her breath come quick as he pushed her closer and closer to climax. He overwhelmed her body with pleasure, by the slow glide of his cock and how the head of it rubbed her G-spot in this position.

  By the time she’d lost the ability to think at all, trading cognition for pure sexual sensation, he’d increased the pace of his thrusts, taking her harder and faster.

  She hung on, her thighs hitting the desk on every primal, animalistic push of his cock into her body. Isabelle loved it when a man who knew what he was doing took control during sex — and Thomas knew what he was doing.

  Another powerful climax overtook her, shaking her to the core. The muscles of her sex pulsed and contracted around his still-thrusting cock, pleasure exploding through her body. She clawed the top of his desk.

  His big body shuddered and tensed against her. He let out a low groan that made the hair on her body stand on end, and then whispered her name.

  Once the tremors had eased for both of them, they found themselves draped inelegantly across his desk and breathing heavily. “Uh,” was all Isabelle could utter.

  Thomas helped her up, turned her to face him and kissed her. The kiss was long and slow, all caressing lips and gentle nips of his teeth. She sighed
contentedly into his mouth and allowed him to hold her close. His fingers played with the buttons on her shirt, slowly undoing them one by one.

  “I’ll never be able to look at your desk the same way again,” she murmured.

  He nuzzled her breast, where it swelled above her bra. “Come to my bed and let me change your perspective on that piece of furniture, too.”

  She gave a low, throaty, satisfied laugh. “Trust me; I never would’ve regarded your bed with anything but plans for how to get into it.”

  His long hair brushed her bare skin and she shivered. He cupped her breast and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipple through the silk of her bra.

  “Consider your plan successful.” He motioned to the door. “Come on, it’s late. I bet we can make it all the way to my room half naked and not be seen.”

  She laughed and bit her lower lip in consideration. Isabelle wanted to feel his body bare and moving against hers, wanted to feel the luscious lick of all that hair against her skin.

  “I’ll bet you one sexual favor, winner’s choice, that we run into someone on the way to your room. The odds are with me. It’s Murphy’s Law.”

  He shrugged. “It’s a win-win situation for me. Either way you end up in my room tonight.”

  “Then let’s go.”

  Thomas pulled his pants on, but left his shirt open and his hair mussed. Isabelle let her skirt fall into place and buttoned her shirt.

  They left the library and made their way through the foyer and up the stairs. Whispering softly to one another, they passed through the darkened hallways of the Coven, the place seeming warm and intimate to Isabelle this late into the night.

  When they were close to Thomas’s room, they turned a corner and came face-to-face with Adam. He stood staring at them for moment and then broke into a grin. “Go on, boss, you bad, bad boy,” he drawled with a wink before he continued on his way.

  Isabelle grinned. “I win.”

  Adam’s surprised reaction both times he’d seen her and Thomas together confirmed Isabelle’s hunch. Despite Thomas’s hotness, he wasn’t exactly known for his sexual exploits around the Coven. Thomas Monahan was, for all intents and purposes, the king of witchdom. Maybe women avoided him because of his title.

  Watching him open the door to his room, that seemed hard to believe. She knew that he was considered the ultimate leader of the Coven, but he was a man, too. Not only was he a man, he was the most striking one Isabelle had seen in a very long time — physically beautiful, intelligent, and possessing a lovely, tempting juxtaposition of passion and control.

  Although as he stared at her in the middle of his dimly lit living room, he didn’t look all that controlled. He looked like he hadn’t had enough of her yet, not by a long shot. For a moment, it made her want to bolt.

  It’s just about sex, she reminded herself.

  Instead of giving in to the urge to flee, she forced herself to stroll around his posh setup. Under her feet lay a polished wood floor, covered in places with plush throw rugs in dark primary colors. An overstuffed beige couch sat at an angle in the living room across from a plasma television Isabelle doubted Thomas ever turned on.

  In the opposite corner stood a desk stocked with a state-of-the-art computer. Packed bookshelves ran all along the room. A darkened kitchen, separated from the living room by a breakfast bar, lay to her right. She could just make out a scattering of pots, vials, and other containers on the counters, probably for spellcasting.

  This was a nice place. More like Angela’s condo than the standard digs in the Coven, which were a little like hotel suites.

  He took a step toward her and her gaze rushed to meet his. She took an involuntary step backward, away from his natural intensity. Sometimes it could be overwhelming.

  Thomas studied for her for a moment. “What’s wrong, Isabelle?”

  She took a deep breath, scenting his faint cologne. Something deep within her stirred and chased away her sudden unease. Her gaze drifted down over the half-bared expanse of his chest. The sight made her brow lift speculatively.

  A chuckle rumbled through him. “I guess nothing’s wrong.” He turned, pulled his shirt off and threw it onto the couch. Then he walked down a hallway and disappeared into one of the rooms.

  She followed, noting a spacious bathroom and a guest bedroom before she reached the master suite. Thomas stood near a king-size four-poster bed. A fireplace was set into the wall directly opposite it. A bathroom door stood to her right. She walked over and took a peek. Just as she’d expected, he could throw a party in his bathtub.

  She walked toward him grousing, “My room isn’t anything like this one.”

  “I live here year-round. Most of the rooms are for people who don’t.” He stepped toward her and lowered his voice. “I owe you a sexual favor. Take off those clothes and get on the bed.”

  Isabelle shivered at the command in his voice. “Aren’t I the one who should be ordering you around?”

  “I think you like it better when I do it.”

  Yep, he had her number. “What if I refuse?”

  He gave her wicked grin. “I’ll remove them for you, so, please, do.”

  “Hmm, tempting, but I think I’d rather tease you a little.”

  She kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her shirt slowly, letting him have minute peeks of her cleavage in the silky demi-bra she wore before tossing her top to the floor. Next went her skirt, which slithered to the carpet with a whisper, leaving her in just her bra. Her panties were still somewhere in Thomas’s office, waiting to give the cleaning lady a bad moment. Last, she turned and took off her bra, then held it out to the side between two fingers before letting it drop to the carpet.

  Isabelle turned and walked across the carpet toward Thomas. His gaze ate up every inch of her skin as she approached. When she reached him, she hooked her hand into the waistband of his pants and yanked him toward her. “I’ll take my sexual favor now.”

  His eyes were fathomless, black and intense. Focusing that deep gaze on her, he dipped his head and kissed the tender place just under her earlobe. His voice rumbled out of him and smoothed over her like heated chocolate. “Get on the bed.” He didn’t give her a chance to comply, instead pressing her down onto the mattress. Her knees already weak, she went easily.

  Thomas’s hair made a dark curtain around them, creating their own private room, as he lowered his head and brushed his lips across hers, and then nipped her top and bottom lips in succession before sliding his tongue into her mouth to stroke languidly within. The kiss was sweet and slow as molasses and it heated her blood.

  Isabelle lifted her hips and ground against him through the fabric of his pants. He broke the kiss with a groan and slid one hand under her rear, pressing his pelvis down on her sex so she could feel the hard ridge of his cock.

  Lady, he was going to make her crazy.

  She pulled at the waistband of his pants and whispered, “Let’s get these off you, shall we?” Her fingers made quick work of his belt and buttons. Soon the rest of his clothing had been tugged off by both of them.

  Thomas moved down her body, leaving little nips and kisses across her abdomen. “Not only are you gorgeous, you taste good, too.” His dark head disappeared between her legs and she squealed in surprise. Then all the noise she could make were moans as he thoroughly tongued her clit to swollen and exquisite sensitivity.

  Once he’d succeeded in arousing her to a fever pitch, he worked his way back up her body — tasting her skin at the curve of her waist here, nipping the swell of her stomach there.

  His hair brushed her whenever he moved, silky and smooth, raising gooseflesh all over her. He paid special attention to each of her nipples, licking every pucker and crevice more fastidiously than a cat. All the while he stroked her between her thighs, bringing her to that blessed place where she couldn’t form any coherent thought.

  By the time he slid inside her she writhed on the mattress beneath him as if in heat, arching her back and thrusting
her hips to push his cock as deep as possible into her body.

  She couldn’t remember the last time it had been this good, couldn’t remember the last time she’d had multiple orgasms this way. Isabelle was no angel. She’d lost her virginity young and had plenty of lovers in her life, but the chemistry between her and Thomas was something different altogether, better.

  “Are you using a spell on me?” she asked thickly in the semidarkness, with Thomas staring down into her face. His hips rocked back and forth as he slid in and out of her. “Some kind of earth charm to enthrall me?”

  “I would never do that, Isabelle. This is just you and me.”

  “Maybe it’s the water-earth attraction.”

  “Why are you trying to find an explanation? Just let it be what it is.” He shifted his hips and drove into her from another angle, hitting her G-spot and pumping harder and faster.

  Her orgasm hit her then. She arched her back and sunk her teeth into her lower lip to hold back her cries. He came down on top of her and gently bit her throat as her climax tore through her. Her orgasm triggered his and they both spiraled into ecstasy together.

  Later, after Thomas had tucked her against him and his hair covered her upper arm and shoulder like a blanket, he lay sleeping but she remained wide awake. She couldn’t catch her breath or keep her eyes closed long enough for sleep to snag her.

  Carefully, she pulled from beneath him and sat watching him sleep for several minutes. Light from the night beyond the window caught in the black strands of his hair, bleeding it to silver, and spilled over his chest and arms. The sheet had wrapped itself around his waist, leaving the air free to kiss his muscled stomach, chest, and arms.

  Isabelle reached for him and then curled her fingers, drawing her hand back. If she woke him, they’d make love again.

  Sexually, she and Thomas were an excellent fit. He was commanding both in and out of the bedroom and, while Isabelle was an assertive woman in general, in bed she wanted her partner to take change.

 

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