Wicked Desires

by Jezebel Jorge

  "I'd love to take you home with me." She kissed the snake's head before releasing it in the grass. "But, I won't tear you away from your kith and kin."

  Odessa watched the snake slither away in the darkness before gathering her things. She ran her fingers over Will's name carved in the black marble, tracing the outline of each letter as gently as if she could feel his skin.

  "I'll wait for you, my beloved."

  Any other woman might have been fearful of walking through the cemetery at night, not Odessa. If anyone wanted to bode her harm she would gladly accept their offer. There was nothing tying her to this earthly realm.

  "If he doesn't come to me tonight, please strike me down," she said, standing a moment to let the rain pelt her face.

  Odessa was soaked by the time she made it back to her room at a nondescript French Quarter Guesthouse. Instead of drying off, she dropped her cape to the floor and stumbled into the four poster bed. The flannel sheets felt so good against her wet skin. She burrowed under the down comforter and fell instantly into a dark and dreamless sleep.

  ~ 2 ~

  A bolt of thunder roused William Fletcher from the densest and darkness sleep he'd ever experienced.

  "That was one hell of a bender," he said, running a hand through his blond hair and sitting up with a jolt. "What the fuck?"

  He couldn't feel his hair, or the stone floor where he lay in a disheveled heap. Looking around, he recognized the names of all his family who had passed before him. His mother. His father. His grandfather. His great-grandfather. His-- wait just a minute-- his eyes narrowed in on the vault with his name engraved on the sterling silver nameplate. There was his date of birth followed by his date of death.

  Date of death?

  William glanced at his wrist only to find someone had swiped his Rolex. He had no concept of date or time. It certainly didn't feel like the stifling heat of a New Orleans July in the Fletcher family crypt.

  He glanced up and saw the candle and the crystal chalice filled with absinthe. "Dess," he said. "Dess was here."

  Le Fée Verte started to sing her love song and he remembered the last time he'd answered her call. The drink had been exceptionally bitter no matter how many sugar cubes he added. Dinera had tampered with the liquor. She had added one of her potions and tried. Well, hell, judging from where he was, she must have succeeded in poisoning him.

  "Good riddance, Dinera." He laughed, thinking he'd finally gotten what he so desperately wanted, freedom from Dinera DeFliehr.

  He knew that Odessa had left the absinthe to fortify him and draw his spirit back into his body. How, he wondered, was he supposed to be able to drink from the chalice when as far as he could tell he had no physical body.

  Much to his surprise, just by thinking it, the absinthe swirled down what would have been his throat and almost instantly knocked some of the cobwebs off the corners of his mind. Maybe this whole dead thing wasn't as bad as he'd thought. That is, if he could find a way out of the tomb and back to Odessa.

  Just like that, he was on the other side of the granite walls hovering right beside the dark angel that watched over his deceased ancestors.

  "So, all I have to do is think it?" he said, as if the statue had all the clues to the universe.

  He could have sworn the angle winked in response.

  "Dess. I want to find my Odessa."

  With that single command he found himself swirling through the gates of the cemetery and across the familiar streets of the Quarter. How he'd loved to escape the social boundaries of the staunch Garden District and sneak away to the French Quarter. The booze. The pretty tourists all too eager to entertain a handsome fair haired teen. Those were the days. Before he'd gone to Europe and been bespelled by that bitch of a witch Dinera.

  Will decided he'd continue this next journey as he'd done when his feet actually touched the streets. Living life with no regrets. He'd had a good life. He'd traveled the world. He'd had all the money he could ever want. He'd had the respect of his peers. Most importantly, he'd had the love and devotion of the most beautiful woman to have ever crossed his path.

  "Dess," he said, her name fluttering like the wind that blew him closer and closer to where he knew she would be. "My Odessa."

  A group of costumed kids ran past him. The Quarter was alive with costumed lovers in all stages of the dance of romance. According to the preponderance of pumpkins and orange lights it had to be Halloween, or what his witchy women referred to as Samhain. That had to be why Odessa had lit the candle in the Fletcher family crypt. It was her birthday and most favorite holiday.

  He stopped in front of a flower stand and instead of going for the roses he eyed a lilac orchid. Odessa's favorite flower. The orchid flew into his arms and he continued down the street wondering if any of the French Quarter revelers would notice a flower floating through the crowd.

  Obviously not, since no one stopped to stare as he made his way to the Guesthouse where Odessa always stayed when she came here to see him. It wasn't like he had to ask the attendant where to find her. He knew she would be in their room on the top floor. The suite with the balcony overlooking the Mississippi River.

  How he loved the mighty Mississippi. She might have gotten darker and soiled with pollution, but to him that would always be the water of his youth. When he could lay eyes on the Mississippi he knew he could always find his way home.

  The whole ghost thing came in handy when it came to making the leap up onto the balcony and seeping though the French doors. He sat the orchid down on the table beside a blue plastic bowl. Something called to him to peel off the lid. He should have been appalled by the contents, knowing without being told that it was his heart. Yet, it didn't bother him that Odessa had taken his heart right out of his chest. Better her than Dinera.

  In his excitement to get to Odessa it had taken him a moment to realize that his body was starting to materialize. He could see his hands. His legs. The gaping hole where his heart should have been. None of it upset him. He lifted the heart from the bowl and slipped it back into place.

  Whoa! The sensation sent him staggering to the nearest chair. His chest heaving from the pulsing sensation coursing through his body. He fell to the floor, needing a few moments to adjust to his body being his again.

  After a deep inhale he stood to stare at his reflection in the French doors. He was whole again and looked as alive as he'd been on the night he'd first met Odessa. Just thinking her name made his penis stiffen in anticipation.

  "Odessa," he said, savoring his restored human form.

  William pushed open the door to the bedroom and found Odessa sprawled across the bed in all of her glorious nakedness. She must have kicked away her covers while dueling with the demons that often invaded her dreams, he thought, as he stood over her spellbound by her amazing body.

  Her skin was still so pale that it looked as if she never said hello to the sun and that red hair surrounded her like a halo. Despite bearing his child some ten years ago her body was flawless with a flat stomach and deliciously round pert breasts.

  He sat down beside her, running a hand over the smooth curve of her bottom. How he loved her shimmering copper tresses and the delicate scent of her jasmine shampoo.

  "Odessa," he whispered before nuzzling his lips against her neck.

  When she didn't stir he bit down into the tender flesh at the nape of her neck.

  "Will." She sighed and blinked up at him.

  "Yes, my dear," he said.

  "Will!" She sat up, her eyes widening and her face flushed. "You're really here. You can back to me."

  Those emerald eyes sent a surge of heat straight to his dick. She reached out and caressed his cheek. Her fingers absolutely tingled against his skin. His body felt more alive than it had ever felt when he'd been among the living.

  She kissed him savagely, locking onto his mouth and eating him up with desire. If there was anything that could draw him back to earth it would have been her mouth on his.

  "My belo
ved." She pulled away, drinking him up with those enchanting eyes.

  Bewitched. Bewildered. Beguiled.

  He didn't understand what had happened to him. How he'd died. How he'd come back from the dead. As long as he had Odessa back in his arms nothing else mattered.

  ~ 3 ~

  Odessa couldn't believe her eyes. She had to touch him. Kiss him. Hold him in her arms. That familiar heat stirred deep inside her, awakening a part of herself she thought to have died right along with Will. She felt his mouth upon hers, their bodies locked together in a heated embrace. She knew she wasn't dreaming when her leg pressed against his erection.

  William, her Will was back. Her spell had worked.

  She tore her mouth away from his, staring into his eyes and running a hand through his blond hair. She flicked her tongue into his dimple. He laughed and smiled so brightly that she had to latch back on to his mouth, kissing him like she was starved for his tongue.

  Slowly she grazed her teeth down the side of his neck, biting hard enough to draw a trickle of blood. Ghosts didn't bleed. That meant he was real.

  He moaned with pleasure as she lapped up his blood and then trailed her lips across his chest. She ran her tongue over the scar watching it fade with every kiss. Soon the scar disappear just as if she'd sucked it right off his chest.

  With that taken care of, her eyes went straight to her favorite prize. His dick. No, make that her dick. His penis had always belonged to her and she couldn't remember it being any harder.

  She stroked his cock with her hand, trying to resist the urge to climb on and fuck him silly. No, that was going to have to wait. Now that she had him back Odessa wasn't going to so easily give in to her desires.

  Will had always had the most magnificent penis. She loved everything about his dick. The taste. The feel. The touch. His was the perfect cock. Always there to do with as she desired.

  Odessa ran her tongue over the head of his penis, slowly teasing her way down his shaft to plant feathery kisses on his balls while she stroked his hardness in her hands.

  Will squirmed with pleasure. "If you keep that up I don't know how much longer I'll be able to last."

  She smiled up at him. "We have an eternity to allow me to make you hard all over again."

  With that said, she took him into her mouth. He tasted so good. To have just recently had been a corpse he smelt like a whiff of heaven, all musky and pure heady sex.

  "Dess," he cried, running his fingers through her hair. "Dess."

  Odessa drank up every drop savoring the sweetly salty taste of his sex.

  "I told you," he said, pulling her up for a kiss.

  "It's okay," she replied, never feeling more okay than she had in that very moment.

  They lay together in blissful silence just savoring the heat of their reunion.

  ~ 4 ~

  "My beloved," Odessa purred in contentment. "You're back, right where you belong."

  "Yes." Will kissed her hair, savoring the intoxicating scent and sweet softness of Odessa's fiery auburn tresses. "How did you do it? How did you bring me back to life?"

  "Magick," she said, looking up at him.

  Her smile made his heart hammer, especially when her hand traced the place where the scar had once been.

  "I don't even want to know how you got ahold of my heart."

  Her skin reddened before she ducked her head, kissing at his chest to where her hair spiraled over her body.

  "I've always had your heart," she whispered under the blanket of her hair.

  "Figuratively, yes." He stroked her hair much like one would to soothe a kitten, or in Odessa's case an angry lioness.

  She sat up and met his gaze, her emerald eyes shining with an absolute certainty. "I did what had to be done to bring you back to me."

  "Dess, I have never for one second doubted your love."

  "Then just trust me." She leaned in to kiss away his doubts.

  It was impossible to think straight with Odessa's mouth on his. The way she poured her energy into him was nothing short of magickal. The only thing better than her tongue in his mouth was his dick inside of her, where it had always belonged. He pulled her on top of him, running his hands down her back to find the smooth crescent of her ass.

  "Aah," she sighed in appreciation, as his dick found it's way home.

  She arched her back and tossed aside her hair to lay her body bare for his viewing pleasure. It was as if she hadn't aged a day since he'd first met her some twenty years before. Her perfect little breasts bounced to the rhythm of her thrusting hips. That smile of hers so genuine. Her body so very real on his.

  Will reached for that spot between her legs and stroked her clit to match the intensity of the way she rode him. In only a few seconds she cried and screamed with ardor. He'd never seen a woman climax the way Odessa did. He wasn't sure where she went when the passion overtook her, but just knowing he sent her there totally did it for him. She collapsed atop him. Her lips found his and she kissed him until she pulled away panting and gasping for breath.

  She flashed him a devious smile. "Ooh, my Will. I love you so."

  Then she sank her teeth into the tender spot at the nape of his neck. It was such a wonderful mix of pleasure and pain. It was as if lapping up that small trickle of blood fueled her desire. She licked the wound closed and clasped his hands in hers and rode him with such an intensity that he was soon lost with her.

  He came with a roar, pulling her down on top of him to where he could feel her heart beating against his own. Never in his previous existence had he felt more alive than he did in that very moment.

  ~ 5 ~

  Odessa bit into Will's forearm, causing him to awaken with a nervous gasp.

  "How can you be tired when you've done nothing but lay in your crypt since last summer?"

  "Coming back from the dead takes a lot out of a guy." Will laughed and pulled Odessa in for a kiss. "Let's just take a little nap."

  "I'm afraid that if I close my eyes, I'll open them again you'll be gone." She scraped his bottom lip with her teeth just to emphasize her point. "I can't have you leaving me again."

  "Dess, I'm not going to go anywhere," he replied. "At least not without taking you with me."

  Not to be deterred she started kissing and nibbling her way down his chest. "You know the rule," she reminded him. "If I can get it up, I can have it."

  "You're insatiable," he said, not stopping her when she started stroking his cock.

  "Only for you." She lapped delicately at the head of his penis, savoring the taste of his flesh made whole.

  He ran a hand though her hair, encouraging her to keep going. It didn't take much to get him all nice and hard, just the way she wanted him.

  Sitting up, she said, "I want you to fuck me."

  "Do you now?"

  His grin sent the heat surging straight to her core. No one's smile set her off like Will's.

  "I do."

  "You forgot to say the magick word," he teased.

  "Please." Odessa wanted him so bad she physically ached for him. "William Fletcher, will you please fuck me."

  "I never could tell you no." He sprang on her, catching Odessa in one of the wrestling holds he might have used in the ring.

  Not that she was putting up any fight. She loved it when he got a little rough with her, grabbing her by the hair and then swatting at her bottom while he had her face down on the sheets. He loosened the leg lock long enough to enter her from behind. Then he clamped his legs tight around hers to where she couldn't move beneath him.

  As long as she could feel his weight pressed atop of her she knew she was safe. It was so freeing to be trapped like this, pinned to the bed and unable to move other than to meet his body thrust for thrust.

  He tossed her hair aside and sank his teeth into the nape of her neck. The spot no one had ever touched but Will. His teeth tore into her flesh sending a delicious wave of pleasurable pain through her body.

  "You're mine," he said. "Always and foreve
r mine."

  "Yes, yes," she gasped. "Eternally."

  "No, not yet." Will slowed his pace, just as he had her on the brink of orgasm. "You'll hold back until I'm ready to join you."

  Odessa was never that good at playing by the rules. Not even Will's rules. His words acted as a catalyst to send her screaming over the edge. Free falling into a wonderful nothingness.

  Her throbbing pussy caused Will to intensify his pace. He reached a hand around her waist and then lower, stroking her clit with his finger. It was almost too much. Too intense. Odessa screamed and squirmed and still he held her down, forcing her to join him in one intense final release.

  ~ 6 ~

  Sunlight streamed through the window by the time Odessa finally rolled over, reaching for William. Only he wasn't there. The sheets weren't even warm where he'd lain. That instantly brought her back to her senses.

  "Will," she called. "Where are you?"

  When he didn't respond a wave of panic sent her heart to racing and the room to spinning. He couldn't be gone, not after the incredible night they had shared. She pulled herself together to search the bathroom and the empty sitting area before flinging open the French doors to the balcony.

  "Will!" she shrilled over and over.

  One of the other guests blasted a radio in a futile attempt to drown out her wails. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered without Will. Odessa screamed until her throat ached. Only then did did her screams turn to sobs as she sank to her knees floored by what had once been one of her favorite songs.

  "Have another little piece of my heart, baby," she sang along with Janice Joplin. "You know you've got it if it makes you feel good."

  Odessa waiting until the song ended and then stood to slam the French doors. It was then she noticed Will's shirt on the floor beside the bed. She slipped on the shirt, slowing fastening each button. His lingering scent calmed her in a weird way.

  Of course it had all been too good to have been real.

  Except she had his shirt and when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the vanity she saw the fresh bite marks trailing down her neck. It hadn't been just a dream. She had been able to conjure her beloved if only for one night.