With her quivering under his tongue, he sucked on her clit as he slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. Angling his fingers, he rested against her G-spot and rubbed the sensitive spot.
Her eyes widened. “Oh my…yes.”
Holding her gaze, he flicked at her clit rapidly and thrust his fingers inside of her, demanding her orgasm. Her slick heat tightened around his fingers, yet hung there, and if she thought she wouldn’t come tonight, she thought wrong.
He stood, grasped her hips and pulled her toward him, placing her bottom on the very edge of the swing. He pushed both of her thighs back against her torso and gestured to them. “Hold your legs for me—nice and wide.”
After she wrapped her arms around her thighs, exposing herself to him completely, he caressed her hot little cunt. “You’re very wet, Bryanna.”
“Yeeessss,” she breathed.
“All wet and excited for me.” He inserted two fingers and stroked twice, finding his angle.
A low, seductive moan hummed from her throat and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Each thrust he offered her earned him another whine of desperation. Drawing in a deep breath, he thrust his fingers, hard and fast, up and down.
Her eyes snapped open and her scream empowered his demonic side. With her inner muscles convulsing against his movements, wetness coated his fingers and she went wild beneath him. Pinning her with a hand on her stomach, he didn’t relent until her screaming became whimpers and he couldn’t possibly draw any more cum from her.
Withdrawing his fingers, he rubbed her soaked pussy, moving up toward her clit. When she quivered at the contact on her clit, he chuckled. Her head had fallen back during her orgasm and he gave her the time she needed to recover.
Many minutes passed while his cock pressed painfully against his zipper.
“Oh…my…elements,” she gasped between deep, labored breaths. She finally lowered her head and her makeup trailed down her cheeks, but he’d never seen a woman look so beautiful—well used by him.
He liked her that way.
With a smile that shouldn’t belong to someone so innocent, but mirrored a female demon, she slid off the swing and lowered onto her knees before him. She gazed up at him with those beautiful eyes, her hair trailing over one shoulder and the rest along her back, and he groaned.
Her puffy lips were still turned up in a devilish grin as she brushed across his cock. “You might have been damned, but here,” she squeezed his hard-on, “you’re certainly blessed.”
His only response was a grunt as she reached for his belt, unclipped it and then lowered the zipper of his pants. A second later, his pants pooled at his feet and she had his cock in her hand. She trailed her fingers lightly up and down, stroking him twice before leaning in and circling her tongue over the tip.
When she took him into her mouth, he moaned, shutting his eyes. Her mouth was so wet, so warm, so perfect. Forcing himself to admire the view, he looked back down at her as she bobbed on his cock, her eyes locked on his.
Raising his hand, he caressed her cheek with his knuckles, knowing he might have thought this was about her, the need to see her undone, but now he believed it was going to be him that became unraveled.
Bryanna stared at the beautiful cock in her hand, licking her lips in anticipation. Zeke was much bigger than Layton, both in length and girth. He kept his pubic hair trimmed with enough hair to declare he was a man—a smokin’ hot demon.
Keeping her gaze on him, she slid her tongue over his shaft in a slow lick, inhaling his scent that reminded her of burned spices. She wondered if the tantalizing aroma was due to his demonic nature or his cologne. Whatever the reason, she savored his musk as much as she did the flowery scents around her.
The skin along his shaft was smooth, veins lined the sides of his cock and she could feel the blood pumping beneath her mouth. As she continued to tease him with her tongue, he grunted and his reaction stirred her desires to pleasure him blind. Taking him deep into her throat, she enjoyed the growly noises he made.
Encouraged by his dark, seductive gaze on her, she ran her tongue up his shaft and licked the slit, drawing salty, warm pre-cum into her mouth. Not wasting his delectable taste, she licked again, gathering up everything he offered to her. Placing his erection against his stomach, mesmerized by how far it reached toward his bellybutton, she held it there and sank lower to tickle his testicles with a flick of her tongue. When she kissed along the tight ball, his loud ragged breath echoed across the night air, making her shiver.
After a few gentle sucks, she repeated the gesture on the other testicle and he moaned with each play of her mouth. Lifting his sac slightly, she dipped lower and ran her tongue along the smooth skin resting behind. Slowly, she teased the area, flicking out her tongue, and he widened his legs, allowing her access. She continued her path of slow, savoring licks until his groans intensified.
Tickling her tongue up the sides of his groin, she worked her way back up to his impressive cock. There, she angled his dick out to her mouth and dampened him with her saliva. Rising up on her knees, she wrapped both hands around his shaft, sliding her hands all the way down to the base.
“Damn, Bryanna, you’re wicked,” he murmured.
With a grin at him, she pumped him a few times, stroked, long and tight, squeezing him so his hips thrust forward. Exactly where she wanted him—uncontrollably aroused.
Sliding her hand to the tip of his cock, she squeezed and worked the head with quick strokes. His whole body quaked as he bit his lip and gave a delicious moan. Bringing his cock back into her mouth, she took him as deep as possible, and her jaw stretched to accept him, then she unleashed herself on his cock.
She sucked, swirled, pumped, twisted—did everything she could to make this demon go wild. He latched onto her head, his fingers tangled into her hair and he began to thrust into her movements.
In her excitement and unrestrained desire to please, her teeth grazed his shaft. He growled, his muscles tightened and the grip on her head became fierce. To confirm she wasn’t misreading him, she applied pressure again, trailing her teeth along his shaft. His fingers dug into her scalp and he thrust his cock farther into her mouth, releasing a low growl only belonging to a demon.
She allowed him to take over and placed both hands on his thighs. He stilled, widened his stance and immediately thrust rapidly in between her lips.
Each shift of his hips added more of her saliva around his thick cock and he threw his head back. His groans were the sexiest sound she’d ever heard, mixed somewhere between raw primal need and demonic possession.
As he possessed and owned her mouth now, she didn’t mind.
She loved how his thigh muscles flexed beneath her touch and how his soft hair tickled her skin. When he lowered his head, staring at her as if the Devil had arrived, she loved that more.
His wicked gaze set her aflame. His handsome face was enough to make any witch swoon, but his sculpted physique was perfection. His muscular chest led down to an amazing six-pack, all paving the way to the perfect cock thrusting into her mouth.
When she looked back into his intense eyes, her clit throbbed and she lowered her teeth to scrape against his silky shaft, giving him what he apparently loved from his earlier reaction—a little bite of pain. His eyes widened, jaw clenched, and if she didn’t know better, she’d swear she witnessed the flames of hell burning in the depths of his eyes.
After a series of hard thrusts, his groans deepened, then he froze. His attentive stare zeroed in on hers. The question was there in his gaze. Will you swallow for me?
She tightened her lips as her answer.
He sucked in a harsh breath, his nostrils flared and his eyes positively glowed. With one final pump of his hips, his head tipped back and his load roar echoed through the garden. As his cum filled her mouth, she swallowed frantically, shutting her eyes and savoring the warmth sliding down her throat.
Once his cock stopped sputtering, he lowered his head and withdrew it from her lips. He dropped do
wn onto the swing as if he had no strength and that made her smile. Leaning forward, while she remained on her knees before him, he brushed his knuckles over her cheek in a tender gesture that defied his nature. “You’re quite good at that.”
She winked. “Simply returning the favor.”
“Well said.” With a chuckle, he gathered her in his arms and pulled her up to sit next to him on the swing.
After he tucked her into his side, she laughed quietly. “That was a nice welcome to the neighborhood.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Good thing your house is secluded. The neighbors might have had quite a show.”
She giggled in agreement, but she also wondered if he planned to fuck her now.
As if he’d read her mind, he patted her hip and leaned his head back against the swing, exhaling a long breath. “We have tonight to finish what we started here.” He peeked open one eye. “Unless…”
“I’m good.” The orgasm he’d given her was enough to cool the jets. Heck, she rarely had an orgasm with Layton and usually only had them when she masturbated. That orgasm had been huge. Besides, it gave her a reason to have him another time. She liked that idea.
Snuggling against him, she was a bit surprised she didn’t feel awkwardness around Zeke. Before Layton, when she had one-night stands, she simply wanted away from the warlocks after and always felt a little ashamed. But she enjoyed being here in Zeke’s arms, as odd as it was, he comforted her.
“Just so you know, that was a first for me,” he murmured.
She jerked up and out of his arms, causing him to lift his head. “You’ve never had a blowjob before?”
“Well no, I’ve received many blowjobs.” His eyes twinkled. “But no one has ever swallowed for me.”
Oh, she loved that. “I’ve never come that hard before, so we’re even.”
With another laugh, he pulled her back into his arms and she rested her head against his chest. Here in his arms, she felt unusually safe, which was peculiar considering he was a demon.
After a long pause, he broke the silence. “Tell me, now that you’ve decided to live here, do you plan on finding a job?”
Good question. What were her plans? “I haven’t really thought about it. I guess I’ll have to find something.” Not for the money, since her bank account had never looked better with the smart investments she’d made, but to be a productive citizen of the town. She liked being useful, having something to wake up to and do every day and feel proud about.
He trailed his finger over her shoulder in a slow sweep. “What type of job interests you?”
Gazing out at her beautiful garden, watching the tulips sway in the wind, she shook her head, ignoring the stab of inadequacy. A normal witch would not be asked such a question. “Not sure. But it has to be something that doesn’t involve magic.”
Zeke scoffed, his hand stilling on her biceps. “But you’re a witch—to deny that and go into some mundane job is ridiculous.”
Ridiculous it may be, but an ugly truth stared her dead in the face. “Yes, well, you’ve seen my magic.” Besides, this lesson had been drilled into her mind for so long, the last thing she wanted was to use her magic in front of others. “It’s better for everyone if I refrain.”
“Nonsense.” He pushed her away from him and gave her a hard look. “From what I’ve seen, you’re not dangerous.” He pressed a finger under her chin, trapping her in his powerful gaze. “Have you ever hurt anyone?”
“No, but why chance it?” This had been the coven’s concern. What if she did injure someone? She’d never forgive herself. “My magic is very unpredictable.”
Zeke regarded her for a long moment. His eyes searched hers until suddenly curiosity filled his expression. He stood, offering his hand to her. “Come on. Get dressed.”
With hesitation, she accepted his hand and once she was on her feet, he added, “I need to see exactly what your thingamajigs are.”
How had this happened? No, she didn’t want to expose herself and let him see her pitiful magic any more than he already had. “But…but…but…”
Reaching down, he picked up her panties and skirt, then thrust them into her hands. His eyebrow arched over very stern eyes. “Bryanna, you should know better. Arguing with a demon is never wise.”
Blessed Be!
Chapter Five
Bryanna appeared worried, Zeke wasn’t nearly so. He’d seen enough black magic, witches and demons alike, to understand the danger they could unleash on the world. Bryanna didn’t have a single flicker of evil in her sexy body. Even if her magic didn’t come out correctly, he doubted she’d be a danger to anyone.
Deep down, he did believe her key to recovery was through her magic. A witch and her magic were one. To deny an instrumental part of herself would eat away at that witch until there was nothing left of her, which was exactly what he expected happened to Bryanna.
He sympathized, because he’d been there once too. He had suffered for years through the cravings to devour a soul. He’d been torn between what others thought he should do and how he wanted to live his life. Bryanna suffered the same fate; she refused her magic because others told her she should. She simply needed to come to the same understanding as him. To live how she wanted and find peace within that choice.
The other complication appeared to be emotional garbage. Once she accepted herself in a way that others hadn’t, the damage done by Layton, her parents and the coven would be meaningless to her.
Or so he hoped.
Now he stood off the main street where an open field lay. He wanted Bryanna comfortable, not embarrassed by anyone who passed by. “All right, little witch, you’re up.” Glancing down at her, he noticed her clenched hands. “You have nothing to fear. You can’t hurt anything or anyone.”
Scanning the area in front of her, she sighed, then turned to him with a tight expression. “You really want me to use my magic…again?”
He gave a firm nod. “Precisely.”
“Why?”
He frowned. “I want to see why you’ve disowned the part of you that makes you who you are.” Not giving her a chance to answer, he nudged her forward with a slap on her ass. “Off you go.”
She yelped and jumped forward, but quickly turned back to him. “I’ll do this only once. After this is over, you’ll never ask me again, right?”
He liked how she implied he’d have the chance to keep asking, which meant more time together. But he wouldn’t let her off that easy. Instead of answering her directly, he said, “I want an hour.”
Her eyes widened. “An hour?”
“That’s right.”
She cursed a very colorful word at him, then spun on her heels. It surprised him, knowing what she’d been through, that she wanted to please him by doing as he asked. He doubted she trusted easily and it honored him she extended such faith toward him, making him grin like a damn fool.
As she strode toward the center of the field, he pondered why this witch made him react on such an emotional level. He truly wanted to see her well—wanted her to find a home in Charmstone and be happy in her life. Was he doing this for himself, to finally save a soul worth saving instead of devouring it?
There was that.
What better way to prove to himself he had wholeheartedly rejected his demonic roots than to save a soul that was an easy target, considering her weak state. Still, something more existed there—a deeper desire to make her happy for entirely personal reasons.
When she turned back to him, staring at him with those enchanting eyes and even more bewitching smile, he knew why she captivated him. He could care for her. He enjoyed her personality, wanted to get to know her better and more than anything, wanted to spend every minute with her.
Only problem?
How did she feel about him?
She had seemed to use sex with him as a way to make her forget her pain. Was that all he was to her, a rebound fuck? Could she see herself dating a demon? He wouldn’t count himself that lucky.
Holding his gaze, she backed away from him and kept on going. He regarded her, then he realized her intention. She put distance between them to protect him from her magic. He chuckled, finding her concern endearing. Even with perfect defensive magic, she wouldn’t have the power to take his life.
Once she stopped, he saw her shoulders lift as she heaved a sigh, then she called, “What do you want me to do?”
He didn’t know much of what witches could do with their magic, except the basic knowledge they could conjure spells. But since her element was earth, he figured to stay within those boundaries. “Make a flower.”
Her expression became pinched and he saw her lips moving, no doubt another curse, then she shut her eyes. Only a second passed before the air picked up around her, fluttering her hair around her face.
He had seen witches conjure magic before, but he didn’t have an emotional investment in any of those witches and Bryanna’s beauty stunned him. Shifting on his feet, he adjusted his now semi-hard-on in his pants, continuing to watch her. He suspected she wouldn’t produce a flower, yet he didn’t know what would show up and wondered if skin care products were all her magic delivered.
After a gust of wind rushed through the field, she opened her eyes and he took a few steps forward, sure his eyes were misleading him. As he settled closer to her, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw, and without thought, he burst out laughing.
Bryanna glared down at the cheetah-print chair resembling a high-heeled shoe, then she raised her narrowed eyes to him. “If you’re going to laugh at me, I’m so not doing this.”
Raising his hands in surrender, he tried to restrain his laughter, but failed miserably. Of all the things he thought she would conjure, such a strange piece of furniture hadn’t been what he expected. “You cannot deny the amusement here.”
“Sure, I can.” She folded her arms and continued to scowl. “There’s nothing funny about my magic. It’s ridiculous.”
“All perception,” he reminded her gently.
Was Bryanna a classic witch? Far from it, but that’s what made her special.
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