Bewitch (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 5)

by Felicity Heaton

  What had happened to the male beside her to make him turn on himself?

  What had made him hate himself?

  Elissa wouldn’t stop until she knew.

  CHAPTER 4

  Payne could feel the questions bubbling inside her and he knew that she wouldn’t be able to resist voicing them forever. He wanted her to. She was beautiful, bewitching, and he couldn’t deny that he was attracted to her, but whenever she mentioned his incubus side, he wanted to leave and forget helping Andreu and Chica.

  He could be their only hope though. Elissa could be their only hope.

  They reached the edge of the woods and she paused and faced him.

  “Have you ever submitted to someone?”

  Payne froze and blinked hard. He had to have heard his petite, enchanting Elissa wrong. She couldn’t have just asked what he thought she had. The dark colouring on her cheeks said that she had and was regretting it.

  He forced a shrug. “Once or twice.”

  His stomach clenched. He hoped that answer would satisfy her.

  The frown on her face said it hadn’t. “I don’t believe you’ve ever really submitted to someone. It isn’t in your nature. That’s part of your problem... neither side of you can submit. Both sides crave control too much. The incubus and the vampire.”

  Payne couldn’t deny that and he didn’t like that she had seen it in him so quickly after meeting him. His version of submission had been letting women go on top. Hers seemed far more threatening, and alluring. Surrendering complete control to a woman? The very thought had him as hard as steel in his jeans but at the same time made him want to flee.

  She swallowed, her sexy throat working overtime, and braved a step towards him. Her eyes were dark in the low light but he didn’t miss the challenge they issued.

  “Submit to me,” she said and he almost choked, barely stopped himself from making a scene that would only render him weak in her eyes, stripping him of his masculinity.

  He wanted to tell her that there was no way he was going to do such a thing and that he would find some incubi and ask them about finding the den and his grandfather. He still tensed inside whenever he thought about that. The ring he needed was not only in the clutches of an incubus. It was in the grip of his grandfather, a man he had hated without ever knowing.

  He must have looked as though he was going to ditch her because she launched forwards and grabbed his wrists.

  Elissa looked up into his eyes, that sense of fear, desperation and hope in them again. She needed him.

  He needed her, but he couldn’t indulge such desires. What she was suggesting was dangerous.

  “One night of passion at my command. It will help you. It will help us both. The only way to find the incubi hideout is to embrace your incubus side and let it take control. You’ll sense the location and be able to teleport straight there.” She paused for air and tightened her grip on him and he could feel her trembling. “Please, Payne. We both need this. Please. Surrender to your desire.”

  He knew his eyes were positively glowing at the prospect but he couldn’t stomach the thought of allowing his incubus side to take dominance over his vampire one. He shook his head.

  “You’re afraid.” She didn’t say it in a mocking way but that was how his heart heard it, and he couldn’t deny it. It wasn’t fear holding him back though.

  “It isn’t that,” he said calmly and her grip on his arms eased. “I cannot do it. My incubus side will want to dominate you as well as the vampire in me.”

  “That’s only because you’ve never really embraced it. You constantly want to reject it. It’s the whole point of the exercise... you need to embrace that side of yourself if we’re going to stand a chance of discovering where the other incubi are hiding.”

  Payne despised how easily she could see through him to the truth he tried so hard to hide. What else could she tell about him whenever she looked at him? He hoped she couldn’t see some things, like the black stains on his soul.

  “You just want to get into my pants.” He gunned for charming even though it was hard to smile at her when his insides were in turmoil, his heart and head tearing him in too many directions.

  She smiled and it was dazzling, alluring and just a little bit wicked. He had the feeling that her one night of passion had absolutely nothing to do with helping him connect to his incubus side so he could find this place of the incubi. She really did want him. Why? What did she see in him to make him worthy of her that he couldn’t?

  He had tried to figure her out back in her temporary home. Whenever she had glanced his way with desire darkening her beautiful eyes, he had tried to understand what it was about him that made her look at him that way. He had snarled at her, gnashed his fangs, and hurt her, and she had still found ways to touch him, still smiled at him, still wanted him.

  He didn’t understand her at all.

  “I’m only asking for one moment with you, Payne.”

  One moment too many and one thousand too few.

  Payne stared at her, knowing his eyes were brightening and unable to stop the reaction. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was so hard for her, too far gone to care about the danger or the details. She was offering him a moment with her and he needed it. He had never needed anything so fiercely. She might break him though. He had never submitted to anyone because it wasn’t in his nature, but he would try for her, because right now he would do anything for a taste of this exquisite beauty before him.

  He would try to stifle his incubus side to protect her. He couldn’t embrace it though, not as she wanted.

  He had only embraced his incubus side once in his lifetime and it had awakened something terrible within him.

  That night, he had lost the only woman he had ever loved.

  CHAPTER 5

  “One night.”

  Those two words leaving Payne’s lips shocked Elissa. She didn’t feel as though she had won. It was offered grudgingly. Still, a single night of pleasure with Payne. It excited her but scared her too. She wasn’t sure where to begin or what he would expect from her, or whether she really could help him accept his incubus side so they could discover where the rest of his kind lived.

  When she had suggested he submit to her, she had done so because she had figured that she needed to do something dramatic in order to push him over the edge and force him to give in to his needs. It had worked. Now what was she meant to do?

  She had asked him to submit to her. She had never done anything like this before. She had never experienced being with a male as strong as Payne was. She’d had mortal males in her lifetime, but nothing that had lasted, and she had never been with a demonic breed of fae because certain aspects of them were forbidden. What was he going to say about that when she told him?

  What if he was too powerful for her?

  Her heart told her to give up this foolish venture before it ended in tears and disaster, but she couldn’t ignore her intense attraction to him or the need that shot through her whenever she looked at him.

  Payne excited her. He was forbidden fruit and she was desperate for a taste. She knew that with him she would be pushing the boundaries and dancing with danger. It thrilled her and she couldn’t help wanting it. She ached to know a demon’s touch.

  Payne’s touch.

  Nerves skittered through her, causing her hands to shake and palms to sweat. They worsened when Payne slipped his arm around her waist, pulled her flush against his body, and teleported them back to her sister’s home. She swallowed and tried to stifle her trembling, but the way he frowned at her said that she couldn’t hide it from him. Fool. Of course she wouldn’t be able to hide her fear from a vampire. They thrived on sensing it in others.

  She tipped her chin up, grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom.

  Mother earth, what was she doing? She didn’t have the first clue about this sort of thing. She had never seduced a man, let alone played the role of dominant to their submissive.

  They entered the
bedroom and she stopped dead, her eyes on the blue satiny sheets covering the double bed. The silver stars stitched onto the material blurred. Her panic increased.

  Payne rounded her, his eyes on her chest. Listening to her rushing heart?

  “Do you need a moment?” There was a beautiful tilt to his lips, as though he found her nerves pleasing. Why? It struck her that it was because it gave away that this wasn’t the sort of thing she normally did with a man.

  Elissa shook her head, trying to look casual, and then nodded. His smile widened and he reached up and grazed his thumb across her lower lip, sending a hot shiver through her. He let his hand fall from her face and went back into the main room of the house, closing the door. Very courteous. Giving her privacy to get her explosive nerves under control. She listened, hoping he hadn’t just used the opportunity to do a runner. She heard beakers clink together and the curtains close.

  She drew a deep breath and exhaled. Gods, she wanted this, wanted him, but what the hell had she just signed up for? He would be expecting sexy. Could she do sexy? Could she be dominant with a man?

  Dominant wasn’t in her nature.

  She squirmed on the spot. Already desire was dampening her knickers. She glanced at her wardrobe. Sexy. She could be sexy for Payne. She wanted to be that way for him.

  She pulled out her drawers and dressed in her most provocative black lace underwear. A simple bra and shorts. The mirror hanging on the back of the door mocked her. Not sexy enough. She could fix that. A little magic improved it, changing her dull underwear to a black satin bustier, thong and fishnet stockings, together with thigh-high black stiletto leather boots. Her heart pounded and desire heated her blood as she stared at her reflection. Very fuck me.

  She completed her look by twisting her long chestnut hair into a messy knot at the back of her head and kept her black choker on. Anything to draw his attention to her neck. He might be easier to tease into submission if she was playing her best cards. He wanted to bite her. She had seen it in his eyes. She swallowed again. Gods, would he bite her if she let him? If she made him? The thought that he might obey such a command and sink long sharp fangs into her flesh had her thighs quivering.

  The floorboards in the other room creaked. Payne was pacing again. Did he feel as nervous as she did? She felt as though she was about to make a terrible mistake but it was too late now to stop herself. She wanted him. Needed this. She nibbled her lower lip and approached the closed door. She opened it a crack and peeked through to the other room and Payne. He looked troubled, his handsome features set in a dark scowl. How did women make men submit?

  Her eyes shifted to the silver rope on the desk.

  Another shiver bolted through her, hot from the thought of using it on him.

  Payne distracted her. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, revealing his bare torso as he walked towards her. A good sign, surely? He wanted to do this too.

  He turned his back and she tracked his fae markings with her eyes. The line of symbols ran up the underside of his forearms, curved over the outside of his elbows and snaked over his biceps to his shoulders. From there, they ran across the backs of his shoulders and joined above his spine. They followed the line of it down and ended in a diamond above his bottom, between two very sensual dimples.

  Elissa had never seen anything so sexy.

  She ached to touch them or run her tongue over them. He didn’t like it when she touched them though. Would he be angry with her? Elissa frowned. She was approaching this all wrong. He had sworn to submit to her for one night. A submissive didn’t get to be angry or pick and choose what she did.

  She eased the door open, waved her hand and the silver rope wound around his wrists and up his forearms, binding them together behind his back. He growled and snarled, his fae markings flashing red and black, and turned on the spot. The moment his eyes found her, he fell silent and still, his chest heaving and muscles straining. The symbols inked on his skin flared in new colours, shades of red and dark pink. Gods, he was delicious.

  She wanted to touch him.

  Elissa slowly approached him, enjoying the way his eyes were taking her in, drifting over her. His pupils dilated, swallowing some of the grey and the sparks of blue and gold. She stopped before him and traced her fingers over his markings, following them up his right biceps and over his shoulder. His breathing accelerated and he strained against the ropes.

  “They’re enchanted.” She smiled up at him. His eyes bore into hers, dark and hungry. “You can’t break them.”

  He tracked her as she moved behind him, the blue and gold in his eyes brightening. Elissa held his gaze and cautiously lowered her mouth to his shoulder. She pressed her lips to the marks there. He closed his eyes and inhaled, his nostrils flaring and the cords in his neck tightening.

  Elissa remained behind him and encircled him in her arms, laying her hands against his granite hard chest. She murmured low in her throat, unable to contain the jolt of pleasure that ran through her. Payne groaned and strained against the ropes again, causing every muscle on his torso to tense and delight her. She skimmed her fingers over the taut ridges of his stomach and bravely continued past the erotic dip of his navel, into the soft dusting of sandy hair that led downwards.

  Payne sucked his stomach in and tensed.

  She trembled and slid her hand into his jeans, cupping the hard, hot length of him through his underwear. He hissed through his teeth and bucked into her palm, thrusting his impressive length against her. Elissa bit her lip. She wanted to see it.

  She rounded him and tackled his dark blue jeans, making fast work of his leather belt and the buttons. He didn’t tense this time. She glanced up into his eyes, surprised that he was letting her do this. His eyes were pure blue and gold. No wonder he was behaving himself. His incubus was at the fore and was probably enjoying the hunger that beat through her and controlled her actions. He was feeding on her pleasure.

  Elissa grabbed his jeans and boxers, and shoved both of them down his thighs. His cock sprang free, hard and dark with need. Gods, he was big. She stroked her fingers down his length from tip to root. He groaned and his hips jerked, thrusting his erection towards her. She curled her fingers around him and he tipped his head back and swallowed, causing his Adam’s apple to bob. He groaned through his clenched teeth. She grazed her thumb over the sensitive crown, eliciting a dark growl of pleasure. A hot shiver chased over her and she did it again, his reaction to this bare caress empowering her and giving her the confidence to continue. He was enjoying this. She was too.

  She twisted her hand and ran it down his rigid cock to cup his balls in her fingers. She fondled the heavy sac, teasing him, and he tensed, every delicious inch of him going hard. What was she supposed to do now? Payne was at her mercy and the thought of dominating him was becoming more appealing and thrilling with each passing second.

  First, she needed him naked. She pushed his jeans and underwear down to his knees, bending over in front of him. He gave a desperate growl and she glanced up at him. Mother earth, he looked ready to devour her as he stared at her bottom. She removed his boots, letting him stare, wriggling her backside to tease him, and then his jeans, and stepped back to appraise her work.

  Payne, naked and bound. Delicious.

  He raked hot eyes over her, narrowing them on her breasts and hips. His cock bobbed.

  Elissa smiled wickedly. She turned her back on him and bent over, ripping a low growl from him. He thrust his hips, his eyes on her backside. Did he want to nestle his cock between her buttocks? Elissa wasn’t sure but she wanted it, so she straightened, tottered towards him on her heels, and turned her back to him once more. She leaned her back against his front and writhed up and down, teasing him with the contact. He strained again, struggling to get his arms free of the enchanted rope.

  He stopped when she bent forwards, presenting herself to him, and rubbed herself up and down the length of his rigid cock. He stared down at where they touched, a desperate look on his face. It w
as wrong of her, but that lost, wild look satisfied her. She worked her body against his, feeling herself growing wetter with need. Payne dipped his hips and joined her, thrusting the length of his erection along her, hitting her in all the right places. Gods, she wanted more. She wanted him to touch her, but she didn’t want to undo his wrists.

  He snarled when she pulled away and fixed her with a glare. Not quite the submissive he had promised he would be. She would have to fix that.

  How?

  For starters, he definitely shouldn’t be towering over her. Someone submitting should be lower than she was. She grabbed his shoulders and shoved him to his knees. He looked shocked and then aroused. His cock pulsed again, eagerly jutting out from sandy curls. He splayed his knees, giving her a better view of his body, and looked up at her. Sweet heavens. She had never seen such a naughty sight.

  Her groin throbbed in response and wicked scenarios flooded her mind.

  Elissa commanded the rope. It unwound from his forearms but left his wrists bound, and floated over his shoulder to her. She grabbed the end of it and shook as she raised her leg. She wanted to see his body as tight as a bowstring again. Her heart hammered in her throat. She pressed her foot to his chest.

  Payne stared up at her, handsome and wild, a dangerous male at her command. It thrilled her. She worked her foot upwards until the pointed toe of her boot was against his chin and she was forcing his head back. Every muscle on his torso tensed and his eyes swirled bright gold and blue, the incubus side he tried so hard to deny shining through.

  Elissa grazed the heel of her stiletto down his throat and he groaned. A ripple of pleasure flowed through her and she could feel it in him too. It seemed Payne was enjoying this. She hoped it stayed that way.

  She cleared her throat to find her voice and then whispered, “Kiss my boot.”

  He didn’t hesitate. A jolt of pleasure rocked her.