“I don’t understand.” He glanced up at her. Serena’s face had gone pale and her eyes were staring fixedly at the body. No, at the bastard’s twisted neck. “W-why is he dead? If he was working with the warlock—”
The cat’s head prodded the charmer’s side as he tried to get his master to wake.
“Not gonna happen,” Luis muttered to the small creature and rose to his feet. “The warlock knew I could trace the cat back to his master.”
Her gaze jerked away from the body. Understanding dawned on her face. “Then, once you had the charmer, you could have tracked the warlock.”
As easy as connecting the dots.
Or, it should have been.
But the warlock had decided to cover his ass and throw a dead body in their path.
Serena swallowed and lifted her hand to her throat.
Ah, hell. “Is this your first body, witch?” How many corpses had he seen in his time? Hundreds? Thousands? The sight of the dead no longer fazed him.
But Serena was another matter. “Not my first.” Her brows pulled low. “My aunt—I found what was left of her.”
The urge to go to her, to hold her, rocked through him—and what the hell was up with that?
He was not the comforting type. The killing type. The fucking type.
Not comforting.
The witch was screwing with his head.
Luis found himself taking a step forward, blocking the dead body. “Nothing can be done for the bastard now.”
In the distance, a siren wailed.
Serena shook her head, and some of the color seemed to return to her cheeks. Her gaze darted around the room. “We’ve got to get out of here,” she muttered. “We’ve got to—” She broke off. Her eyes widened and then she was nearly running across the small room, her hip thumping against the side of a desk as she skidded to a halt.
“Serena?”
“This is Vanessa’s.” She lifted a long, blue hair ribbon. “She had it in her hair last week.” Her fingers reached for a swatch of fabric. “And Susan was working on a quilt just like this—dammit!” She dropped the fabric. “The bastard has us all right here!”
Actually, he had to have even more of their belongings stashed somewhere else. In order to continue the spell, he had to hold one personal article from each witch. No way would the guy have left all his treasures behind.
The wails of the sirens were getting closer.
Serena swore, then started to frantically grab all the witches’ possessions.
“What are you doing? We don’t have time—”
“And if the cops connect any of this stuff to the coven? We’ll be screwed!”
She was right. So he started helping her, fast. Their hands were overflowing when they ran from the store.
Fate was on his side, for once, because the street was still deserted. Good. He wouldn’t have to waste any magic on the humans.
They hurried to the waiting car, tossed the materials inside and—
A police cruiser hurtled around the corner. Brakes screeched and the lights above the vehicle flashed in a blur. Two officers jumped out, guns drawn. “Freeze!” The command came in unison.
Serena stilled near the driver’s side door of her car. “Shit,” she muttered and glared at the cops. “This isn’t what you think—”
“We’re not here,” Luis said, walking toward them, pitching his voice low and calling on the powers he’d been given by his father.
A level ten, the strongest of the demons—and those who could most easily control the minds of humans.
The guns lifted higher. The cops’ hands shook. “D-don’t m-move.” The shaky order came from the guy on the right, the one who looked like he was barely twenty-one.
“Luis.” Serena’s horrified voice.
Horrified—because she was used to living in her safe coven world, a world where the good rules said not to hurt humans.
Well, he wasn’t going to hurt these two, unless that option became absolutely necessary.
He really did try to spare the innocents when he could.
It was those who deserved his fury that he unleashed his power upon. And let the fire rage.
But he would make the humans forget, with a quick compulsion sure to drive the memory of him and Serena forever from their minds.
“You didn’t see us,” Luis told the men softly, as Serena swore behind him. “When you arrived on the scene, there were no other cars in the vicinity.”
The young kid’s eyes bulged. He swallowed, once, twice, then his gaze shot to Serena, and the gun moved to aim straight at her chest.
“Drop the weapons!” Luis snarled, heart lurching as something he’d not felt in centuries reared its head.
Fear.
Fuck.
The weapons hit the ground with a clatter.
Luis turned his head and glared at Serena.
She blinked. “What?” Then she looked over her shoulder, as if expecting to see some kind of threat.
She was the threat, to him.
Dammit. The danger his mother had warned him of.
A weakness.
He ground his back teeth together. This wouldn’t do. Not at damn all.
With an effort, Luis turned his attention back to the cops. “You didn’t see us,” he repeated, forcing the compulsion deeper. The kid was stronger than the slightly balding guy behind him. Could be the rookie even had a touch of psychic power.
But there was no way either of the humans were strong enough to resist him.
Another paranormal, yeah, because the Other could resist his compulsion. Serena would be able to because of her witch blood.
But the humans before him didn’t stand a chance of fighting him.
“Get in the car,” he told Serena, not wanting to push his luck. He didn’t want to risk a shifter or charmer cop pulling up on the scene.
She didn’t move.
By the grave of—
“The cat,” she said, and bit her lip. “We can’t just…leave him alone with that dead body.”
His eyes closed for a moment. Witches and their damn soft spots for animals. Had to be a leftover trait from the heavy familiar days. “Fine!”
Luis jabbed his index finger in the rookie’s direction. “There’s a cat inside. A furry, skinny-as-hell stray.”
The officer waited.
“He’s yours now.”
A nod.
“Satisfied?” He threw the question at Serena as he ran around the car. More sirens were sounding, probably because he’d heard someone from the station trying to contact the officers on their radio during his compulsion, and the men hadn’t responded as requested.
“For now,” Serena agreed as she climbed into the car. She revved the engine. Then Serena threw the car into reverse, shot backward, narrowly avoiding a hard slam into the side of the cruiser. She shifted gears, twisted the car into a tight turn, and floored the gas as she roared down the road.
A touch of admiration filled Luis as she got them out of the about-to-be-swarmed neighborhood in less than thirty seconds.
Nice.
His witch had secret talents.
“Are you, Luis?” Her voice floated to him.
His gaze jerked to her face, locked on her profile.
“Are you satisfied?” she asked.
The flash of fear he’d felt moments before returned.
She was too vulnerable.
And he’d just found her.
“Fuck, no,” he snapped, and her gaze flew to his.
He leaned closer to her, wrapped his fingers around the supple flesh of her thigh. Damn but she felt good.
She’d feel even better naked.
“Drive faster, Serena.”
A shiver worked over her body, then her gaze darted to the rearview mirror. “Are the cops behind—”
“No one’s behind us.” His fingers inched up her leg. Paused near the juncture of her thighs. He swore he could feel the heat from her sex burning through the fabric.
Her breath jerked in. “Then w-why?”
He pushed his fingers between her legs. Stroked the crotch of her jeans and shoved the bitter memory of fear from his mind. “Because it’s time for us both to be satisfied.” His fingers strummed against her, and a red flush brightened her cheeks.
The engine rumbled as her foot pressed down even harder on the accelerator.
She’d been too close to death. His witch had felt the icy breath of the specter when she entered the dusty storage room. She needed to fight the fear and the anger that churned in her.
And passion, lust—well, for him, they’d always been perfect weapons.
Time for him to take his witch.
When her car screeched to a stop in front of her house, Serena wasn’t thinking about dead bodies any more. She wasn’t thinking that a dead man’s eyes could hold such shock, and she wasn’t thinking that death felt cold…far too cold. She’d thought of all that before. Back in that horrible storage room.
No, as she jumped from the car and she and Luis hurried up her steps, she wasn’t thinking about death any more.
She thought of him.
Luis’s touch. His body. The pleasure he’d give her.
The pleasure that would block the fear of the waiting cold.
The door slammed closed behind them.
His hands settled on her hips. “How fast can you get naked?”
Ah, now wasn’t that a question she’d never heard before? Excitement had her blood pumping, and Serena pulled away, turning to face him as she cocked her head and asked, “How fast can you?”
In a blink, he was naked, his clothes having vanished with but a wave of his hand.
Gotta love that magic.
Her gaze dropped to his chest. She loved his chest. So strong, with all those rippling muscles. His stomach was flat, the abs damn perfect.
His hand lifted, and his fingers grazed over his erection.
Oh, yes. The man was built. His cock bobbed up from a thatch of dark, curling hair. Long and thick.
Moisture gleamed on the broad head.
He was ready for her.
Good, because her panties were soaking wet for him and her nipples were so tight they ached.
Her magic might be limited by the binding, but she still had a few tricks of her own. She waved her hands over her body, and her clothes and shoes disappeared.
Yeah, sometimes, it was good to be a witch.
When the devil wasn’t after you.
She pushed the thought away as quickly as it rose. For just a few minutes, she wanted pleasure.
Not fear.
His eyes heated as he looked at her. The gold gleamed so brightly. His cock swelled even more.
They didn’t have to worry about birth control, a nice little Other perk. Witches completely controlled their cycles, and as for cazadores…
Immortals never caught illnesses of any sort.
He was the safest partner she’d ever had.
And the most dangerous.
He reached for her.
Shaking her head, she caught his hand in hers. “I want a bed.” She wanted cool sheets, soft mattresses, and him. Thrusting as hard and deep as he could between her thighs, until the hungry ache in her sex had been assuaged.
“What my witch wants…”
She expected more magic. Wondered just what he was truly capable of doing. Could he move them by spell alone to her room or would he—
His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her up against his warm chest. His mouth crushed down on hers, tongue thrusting deep and she tightened her lips around him, sucking lightly. She loved the man’s taste. Dark and rich and—
She was on the bed.
He sprawled over her, mouth still locked to hers, and he pushed her deep into the mattress. His legs—the man had thick, muscled thighs that she’d love to ride—angled between hers so that Serena was spread wide for him. Her sex was open and wet and so ready that she knew he had to catch the scent of her arousal.
He tore his mouth from hers. Lifted up to gaze at her body. “Fucking gorgeous,” he growled. Then took her breast with his mouth. Licked. Bit. Sucked.
Made her moan.
His fingers—she loved those clever fingers—parted the folds between her legs. His thumb pressed over her clit, and Serena nearly came off the bed.
“Easy…” A dark rumble.
But she didn’t want it easy. Not with him. Hard, fast, wild—that was how she wanted it.
And how she would take it.
Her nails dug into his back. Her thighs lifted and wrapped around his hips. “Hard.” The demand snapped from her mouth.
His head jerked up. His mouth was wet, glistening, his lips parted.
She scored her nails down his back. Pressed her hands into Luis’s taut ass. “Wild.”
His face hardened. “Then that’s what I’ll give you…”
The fingers that had caressed her sex stilled.
A wave of anticipation had her trembling.
Luis pulled back, dislodging her legs, and he brought his left hand up and curled the fingers over her thigh. When his gaze dropped to her sex, she knew what he was going to do.
And she couldn’t wait.
His shoulders pushed between her legs. His breath fanned over the dark curls that shielded her feminine core.
Then he drove two fingers deep into her creamy opening.
Every muscle in her body stiffened.
She opened her mouth to cry out, but the sound broke on her lips when Luis pressed his mouth against her. He locked his open lips over her clit. His tongue teased, tasted.
Drove her wild.
His fingers thrust, moving in a fast rhythm. First just the two, then a third large finger lodged inside of her.
He licked her, swirling his tongue over the straining button of her desire, then lapping up the moisture that pooled between her legs as the lust grew and grew.
Serena felt the edge of his teeth, a light graze that had her freezing, then all but whimpering with pleasure when his tongue licked between her folds.
Her heart thudded in her ears and sweat slickened her body. The sunlight trickled through her blinds, and she watched Luis, unable to look away from the sight of his dark head between her thighs.
Her sex squeezed around him, clenching tight with every thrust of his hand. Her nipples stabbed into the air, her thighs trembled, and the promise of release beckoned, just seconds away.
“Luis.” He was driving her crazy. And damn him, he was holding the control. Every single bit of control.
Time to break that control, time to—
His fingers withdrew—shit, just when she was close—then he drove his tongue inside of her.
The mounting tension erupted. Serena squeezed her eyes shut and her head jerked back as the powerful spasms shook her.
Pleasure was power.
A secret every succubus and incubus knew.
And one that the witches used for their own gain.
Her eyes flashed open, and her lips parted on a sigh of satisfaction.
The magic of the release filled her body and as her sex clenched in powerful contractions, Luis moved. Rose above her. Pushed the head of his cock against her opening.
“Time to get wild, witch.”
He slammed into her, the force of his thrust strong enough to send the bed sliding back against the wall.
More than ready for him, Serena arched her hips and whispered his name.
His cock filled every inch of her sex and stretched muscles gone sensitive from her climax. He was big, thicker than she’d thought, and he felt amazing.
Once again, her legs clamped around his hips. As he began to move, rocking harder, driving deeper, she held on as fiercely as she could.
And enjoyed the ride.
Their mouths met. Tongues thrust as hips jerked. Breaths panted. Their hearts raced. The spiral of lust built, built.
His hands fondled her breasts. Teased the nipples and had her sq
uirming beneath him.
When he rose, pulling that delicious cock nearly out of her, her head lifted. Her fingers traced his nipples, then she licked him, loving the slightly salty taste of his skin.
They rolled, twisting and turning as they fought for release. For a pleasure that was just out of their grasp.
Serena settled on top of him, legs on either side of his hips, sex clamped around his cock, feeling every inch of his arousal pulse inside of her.
His hands were on her hips. Holding too tightly, but she didn’t care.
She squeezed him, clamping down hard on his erection. Then releasing her muscles with a hiss of pleasure.
His teeth ground together.
Another slow squeeze.
Now she had the control.
“Witch.” Gritted. An accusation.
One she’d never deny.
Bending over him, she licked his nipples, drawing out the slow movements of her tongue, then glancing up at Luis from beneath her lashes.
His eyes glittered.
In the next second, she was on her back again. Her legs splayed over his shoulders and he thrust fast, hard, and she was—
Exploding. A white-hot pulse of release ripped through her as Serena climaxed. Her whole body shuddered beneath him and the cry that burst from her lips seemed to echo in the room.
Lights danced before her eyes. Magic.
Pleasure.
Still, he thrust. Deeper.
The bed was a mess. Sweat coated their bodies.
Flesh to flesh. Sex to sex.
He swelled within her. Another wild inch, so thick now that the friction of his thrusts sent a stab of pleasure through her with each move of his body as aftershocks reverberated in her core.
“Serena.” He drove deep. Froze. His gaze caught hers. For an instant, the molten gold of his eyes faded to pitch black.
Demon eyes.
The hot jet of his release filled her.
The air in the room heated, brushed against her skin.
Pleasure is power. For the hunter, as well as the witch.
He shuddered against her, held tight in the grip of his own climax. Her arms wrapped around him, and she clung to his stiffened muscles.
When the pleasure finally eased for them and their heartbeats began to slow, Serena stayed just where she was.
Right before she drifted to sleep, she could have sworn that their hearts were beating in perfect tune.
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