“Yes,” I whispered back, leaning my head back against his chest. He hesitated, but I felt his fingers clench around my waist and his arms tighten around me. I caught my breath and realized I couldn’t hear the rest of the club anymore. I was going to black out soon and wouldn’t get to remember anything.
“Tare, are you okay?” Daniel asked.
“Yes, but if you don’t hurry, I won’t remember any of it.”
“Hurry up and what?”
“Fuck me, Daniel.” He startled behind me at my bluntness, but he recovered quickly and bent his knees before hoisting me off of my feet and turned around to carry me back into the office. Even after all that commotion and me standing practically naked in front of a crowd, he still wanted privacy. Humans, what are you gonna do?
Daniel walked me over to the desk and bent me over it. I gripped the far edge and braced myself on the tips of my toes, my ass up and my body trembling for what was to come. I could hear Daniel undoing his belt and the zipper on his jeans, the sounds making me wet and ready for him, soaking the thin lace of my panties. I wiggled my hips in anticipation and bit my lip. Daniel’s fingers caressed my hips as he reached for the waistband of my panties and slid them down until they circled my feet. I didn’t argue with him that they could’ve stayed on; maybe he wanted to see my ass bare?
“Please, please, please,” I whispered when I felt him step behind me, the heat of his body making me tremble. Daniel fisted my hair with one hand while he grabbed his now hard cock with the other and guided it to press against my pussy. I pushed up on my toes and arched my back, pressing my stomach into the hard wooden desk while lifting my hips for him. He pushed the mushroom tip of his cock into me, making me gasp, but he stopped there and pulled out. I moaned for him and he pulled on my hair and pushed the tip back into me. Out, then in, out, then in. I gripped the desk until my knuckles ran white with the effort.
Daniel slammed his cock into me, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. I cried out, arching harder against him until I could feel his cock at my end. Daniel gripped my hair harder and pulled until I lifted my body off of the desk and only the edge of it pressed into my thighs. I cupped my bouncing breasts and teased my nipples, moaning my pleasure to the ceiling as my nipples hardened under my touch. Daniel’s fingers gripped my hip as he pounded into me. My walls clenched around him as the heat began to grow low in my belly. I dropped one hand to my clit and began to rub desperately in time with Daniel’s thrusting hips. I could feel his cock swelling impossibly large inside of me as he edged closer to his own orgasm. I wanted to feel him cum inside of me, hot and fast.
“Harder!” I screamed, gripping my breast, pumping my hand against my clit, feeling the orgasm building in me. Daniel pulled my hair hard enough to bend my back until I was gazing at the ceiling and he used the leverage to pound into me as hard as he could. He began to swear in a deep growl and I knew he was there. I felt him cum inside of me, his body thrashing behind me, slapping my ass as he came. His scream pushed me over the edge; the orgasm rolled through my body, making my pussy clench around him, my clit tremble against my fingers, and my nipples pucker under my hand. We screamed our pleasure and the threatening darkness was pushed back and I was in control of my senses again. Even the bite on my shoulder went quiet.
I sighed in relief and Daniel eased his grip on my hair and I folded forward on the desk. The cool wood felt wonderful on my breasts and stomach. Daniel held onto my hips for balance as the tiny aftershocks shook his body, pushing his cock deeper into me. I moaned, satisfied, and pushed my hips back against him, enjoying the ride. I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against the desktop. Daniel bent forward and pressed a skin to my shoulder blade, making me smile.
“What now, luv?” he asked.
“I find a witch.”
Chapter Three: Elfspell
I was sitting in Andre the Vampire’s office. I could hear the beat of the music from the club pulsing through the walls around me, reverberating through the chair under me. I was surprised to find out his office was on the top floor of the building, only accessible through the rooftop patio. At least, that’s how it looked; I was sure there were some secret panels and passageways in here. But I had expected his office to be in the basement to be perfectly honest, hidden from sight and protected from light. Instead two walls were made of floor to ceiling windows, meeting at the corner, giving a sweeping view of the city. Now I knew that first night I had seen Andre sitting in the shadows of the rooftop patio, he had been sitting outside his office, getting some fresh air.
At the time I didn’t know he owned this club; I didn’t find that out until a couple of days ago when I was helping to tear apart one of his manager’s interior offices. I had come here about a week ago with my best friend and fellow Bright Elf, Roxy, to try and get over a break up. Our magic was empowered by life giving forces like lust and sex and I had wallowed in my grief long enough to deplete my stores of magic. Roxy brought me to this club, which catered to the carnal needs of the Fae community to help me get over Cillian and restore my power. It had definitely worked, but I had taken home a souvenir – a Hunter’s bite – which had me elfstruck. The bite created an insatiable lust and if ignored would take over my body and I would black out. It also left me vulnerable to bend to the will of the Hunter who bit me. After the first black out, I had woken up in my bed with a stranger who I had been having my way with for nearly two days. Luckily I had brought home an honest and very helpful human man named Daniel.
Unfortunately Daniel was a fighter and had to leave today for training for his next big fight. Daniel had been helping me try to track down any witch I could find; looking for one that knew the spell to break the bond of the Hunter’s bite. But because witches had assimilated for the most part into human society, helping law enforcement police the Fae community, they were less than trusting of anyone not human. They had ostracized their race from our community by creating collars for the police. Most Fae and magical creatures are too strong for the simple metal cuffs and plastic zip ties used to shackle humans under arrest so witches had designed a collar that rendered our magic and strength useless. Needless to say the Fae community didn’t take too kindly to this betrayal. Now I was looking for a witch to help me and it was proving a much harder task than I thought it would be.
So far I had had a couple of doors slammed in my face, crows set on me, itching powder and forget me powder blown in my face and threatened with boils and sores. It had been a long ass week so far. Now that Daniel was out of reach I knew I needed to act fast to get this bite removed. The night I had met Daniel, he had rescued me from being kidnapped by a couple of trolls, not that I remembered any of that. But apparently I had taken him home, ripped his clothes off and had my way with him for nearly two days. I shudder to think what I would’ve done with giant trolls in that state. The thought sent a shiver of fear through my body. I needed to get this bite removed before I had another blackout and ended up with gods know who.
I stood up and walked around the desk to the bank of windows and looked over the city. There was a full yellow moon hanging low in the inky sky over the buildings. The lights of so many structures leached out the stars twinkling overhead. I could see my reflection faintly in the window pane. I fussed with my long blond hair, tossing it over my shoulder and checking my eye make up. My grey eyes looked ghostly in the dark window. I tugged at the hem of my shirt, it was deep purple with a plunging neckline accenting my cleavage, but it covered the bite on my shoulder. I turned and checked the back of my leather skirt, making sure it covered my ass. I would’ve worn jeans, but the club had a dress code and if I wanted to talk to Andre I had to get in. I bent over and tugged at the tops of my knee-high black suede boots.
“Now that’s a much nicer view,” Andre’s silky voice filled the room. I hadn’t heard him open the door, let alone come in. He was suddenly behind me, his long firm fingers curling possessively around my hips. I straightened up slowly, finding that he had positioned hi
mself so that my ass fit perfectly against his groin.
“Andre,” I said in greeting, a little surprised to hear how breathy my voice was, but he had startled me after all.
“Taryn,” he purred, bending his head down to the crook of my neck, breathing in the scent of my hair. His fingers gripped my hips a little tighter and he pulled me more firmly against his body. His curling black hair fell over my shoulder, tickling the exposed skin of my breasts. I felt the bite on my shoulder begin to stir under his attention; sending enticing little sparks through my body, making me shift my hips against him. Almost instantly I felt him respond to the movement, becoming full and hard, pressing into my ass.
“I had a reason for coming here,” I managed to say, forcing my eyes open, trying to quiet the pulse of the bite.
“I’m quite sure you did,” he murmured, reaching with one hand to move my hair to the side, exposing one pointed ear. He grazed the shell of my ear with his cool lips, taking the lobe between his teeth and sucking gently. I watched him in the reflection in the mirror. I reached with one hand to toy with his long black hair, twining my fingers through it. Both of his hands were back on my hips and he slid them around to the front, curling his body around mine.
“You feel cold,” I whispered.
“I haven’t fed enough tonight,” he breath tickled my neck when he spoke and I shivered against him, feeling my nipples harden and things low in my body clench in response to his rough, hungry voice. His tongue darted out, teasing my ear and a small noise escaped me as I closed my eyes and tilted my chin, nuzzling closer to him. He lowered his face to press feather light kissed along my neck, his tongue slipping out to massage pulse in my throat. I felt a trill of excitement roll through me. My hand slipped up until my nails raked the back of his head and I gripped his hair tightly.
“I came here for help,” I breathed, shifting my hips against him again, this time on purpose.
“I see,” he said, his lips brushing against my skin.
“I haven’t been able to find a witch who will help me break the bite,” I said, catching my breath as one of his hands slipped under the hem of my shirt and his cold fingers slid along the flat of my stomach, reaching up until he could cup my breast.
“That is a problem,” he agreed, grazing the muscle in my throat with his teeth, careful not to break skin. He forced his fingers under my bra so that he could grip my breast, grazing my eager nipple with his thumb, making me moan quietly.
“Can you help me?” My voice was so low, so quiet, only a vampire could’ve heard me.
“Perhaps.”
“What do you want?” My voice trembled with need. When I opened my eyes again I could see them glowing brightly in the reflection in the window. His teeth pressed harder into the skin on my throat until I made a small noise for him, just before he broke the skin.
“I believe you know what I want,” he said, his voice was like another hand on my body, caressing me in ways his hands couldn’t reach.
“If you promise to help me,” I said, careful to bind him to an oath before I gave over to the need we were both feeling.
“I will help you, Taryn Malloy,” he swore and with that I called to the magic swirling in my body and unleashed it. The power lashed out at us, I felt my body pulse with need and Andre’s cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. He growled before extracting his hands from my shirt, ripping it over my head in one fluid motion, nearly tearing off my bra one second later. I gasped and trembled, caught between excitement and fear. I started to turn, but he stopped me, walking me forward until I was pressed against the glass of the window. It was cold and made my body tighten in response, my nipples almost aching with need.
I moaned softly when his fingers pushed my skirt up over my hips, exposing the lacy G-string I was wearing. Andre made a strangled, almost animalistic sound before I felt the elastic rip and it fell to the floor at my feet. The windows were vibrating with the beat of the music from the club below, I found myself trying to edge closer to it, wanting to feel that pulse between my thighs. I looked down and could see people on milling on the sidewalk below. We weren’t that high up and I wondered if they looked up, would they see me, bear breasted and pressed against the window? I bit my bottom lip and almost wished they would look up.
I could hear Andre undoing his pants behind me, but when I heard the fabric hit the ground he didn’t automatically reach for me. I started to turn to see what he was doing but before I could move more than an inch his hand was in my hair, pulling roughly and pressing me into the glass again. His other hand was around my waist and he was pressed against me. His cock was hard and erect, pressed into my ass.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, his voice almost too rough to understand. His fingers curled into my hair, pulling slowly until my face was lifted to the ceiling and my neck curved invitingly for him. The bite on my shoulder pulsed hungrily, making my blood rush. I pressed my hands to the window, making the glass fog with the heat of my body and magic.
Andre’s mouth was hovering over my neck again and his hand at my waist slipped up once again to find my breast. I felt his nails lightly rake over the sensitive skin and I shivered, pressing his cock between my cheeks. He shifted his hips, rubbing himself against and between my ass cheeks. He growled again. I clawed at the window, unsure how much more of this I could take.
“Andre, please,” I begged.
“Please, what?” he asked, his cool breath on my skin, his teeth unbearably close, yet too far.
“Please, Andre, fuck me,” I begged again, arching my back as much as his grip would allow, shifting my hips again, feeling his cock jump against me.
He released my breast and gripped himself, guiding his cock until I felt the swollen head pressing against my opening. My body was trembling, my pussy swollen and wet with need and I tried to shift my hips so that he would push inside of me, but his grip was iron strong and he held me still. He bent his head forward again, the dark curtain of his hair falling around my shoulders, the tips brushing the skin of my breasts. I felt his cold lips on my neck again, sliding open until I felt the pressure of his fangs. He stopped, holding perfectly still, his hand still in my hair keeping me in the position he wanted. I was trembling, my magic lashing at my body, desperate for more. A small noise escaped me, my patience stretching.
Suddenly his fangs pierced me and his cocked pushed into me simultaneously, making me cry out in pleasure pain. My blood burst into his mouth, his lips latched onto my neck and his cock thrusting in and out of me. His hips slapped against my ass and his hands released me to grip my round hips. I opened my eyes and looked out, seeing the few people on the ground below looking up at us, at me, pressed against the window. I felt a smile curl over my lips and I arched my back harder, pressing my breasts to the glass again. I saw a few men clap in appreciation.
Andre’s fingers curled into my hips until it hurt and he brought me back to him. Carefully he extracted his fangs, never loosing the rhythm of his body and he licked my neck, cleaning up the blood. His body was suddenly warm behind me and I felt his cock swell thicker inside of me, pressing at my walls, making me grip him tighter. I moaned and shuddered, bucking against him. He slipped one hand around until the flat of his fingers were pressing into my clit and he began to rub and massage me. I felt the warm wave building inside of me. The bite on my shoulder was a flame, burning through my body until the window in front of me was fogged over, only the outline of my body pressed into it was clear.
My nails scrabbled at the window as I felt the orgasm building and my clit swelling under Andre’s fingers. I screamed for more, begging him to go harder, faster until the only thing that could be heard in the room was the sound of skin slapping skin and my voice screaming Andre’s name. He began to thrash behind me as his orgasm ripped through him. His fingers curled into me, pushing me over the edge and my magic pulsed between my thighs and the orgasm rolled through me, curling my toes in my boots, pressing my chest to the window and making my
thighs tremble. I moaned happily as we both went lax, barely staying on our feet.
I opened my eyes to see the men on the sidewalk clapping again, cheering for us and the show they got. I grinned and wriggled my fingers at them before pushing away from the glass so I was standing up straight. Andre’s cock was still pulsing inside of me. I walked us backwards until he hit the edge of his desk, making him almost sit on it. He slipped his arms around my waist again and pulled me up so that I was almost sitting in his lap. He nuzzled his nose into my neck, his tongue licking slow and deep on the puncture wounds. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back onto his shoulder, enjoying his slow ministrations. I rested my hands on his forearms, rippled with muscles he no longer needed to work on. The bite on my shoulder was quiet again and my body was full and heavy with restored magic. I shifted my hips, feeling Andre’s cock jump inside of me and he chuckled against my neck.
“Yours is some of the sweetest blood I’ve ever had,” he said, lifting his head from my neck. He brushed my hair back again and pressed a kiss to my cheek. I turned my head so that our faces were almost touching.
“Thank you,” I whispered, knowing it was a very nice compliment since Andre was a few centuries old if his magic was anything to go by. A small smile curled his now deep red lips and I closed the last inch between us and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me slow and deep, his tongue slipping in my mouth, massaging my tongue. I felt my body responding to him and I turned in his lap until I was sitting sideways and could wrap my arms around his neck. His hands pressed into the small of my back, rubbing up the muscles along my spine, pressing me into his chest. I felt my body begin to throb again around his cock and I shifted my hips without thinking about it.
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