Sinfully Supernatural

by Multiple

  She was rewarded for her effort when his mouth collided with hers and the world shuddered to a stop. Nothing existed outside of this moment, the pressure of his lips, the taste of his mouth, and the heat the raged between them.

  Hemi clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders and she couldn’t get close enough. Even when his hands roamed her body like topographers, mapping every inch of her skin.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breathing ragged. “You were made for this, for me. Feel how perfectly you fit against me?”

  She did. Her every curve fit into his hands as if she’d been crafted just for him. He knew where to touch her, how to touch her.

  Dream Raven was even better than Centerfold Raven.

  He moved her around with ease, pulling her atop him.

  “I don’t think—”

  “Nope. No thinking. Whatever you were about to say was about unworthy warlocks who were before me. I’m a big warlock, Hemi.”

  He certainly was. In more ways than one.

  “I want a witch who can keep up with me, who can take everything I want to give her.”

  She’d never felt so exposed, so self-conscious, but it was suddenly okay, because the way he looked at her and the insistent press of his cock against her bare mound told her he enjoyed what he saw.

  Then she felt powerful.

  His hands slid up her thighs. “Are you on The Potion?” he asked.

  She nodded. She’d been on The Potion to regulate her cycle, not because she expected any action. Yet, here she was, riding Raven Cherrywood like a broom in the Grand Prix.

  Hemi abandoned herself to sensation.

  She forgot about her belly, her thighs, and her flaws. All she could think about, all she wanted to think about, was the way his cock felt when he thrust up inside of her. He managed her with the ease of a doll, posing her as he wanted, using her hips to bring her down to meet his thrusts and controlling the tempo at which she rode him.

  Magick sparked between them.

  Not the meeting of longing gazes, or desire, but actual, honest, literal magick. It exploded in bursts like fireworks above their heads in colors of red, gold, and green.

  Sex Magick.

  Hemi saw herself through his eyes and experienced every sensation he did.

  Damn, she was hot. No, that wasn’t her thought, but his.

  He liked the way her hair hung in loose messy curls, thought it made her look like she’d just been fucked and needed it again.

  She blushed.

  He was especially enamored with her breasts. She’d always been told they were too big, but he thought they were perfect. They made his mouth water. Her nipples tightened when she saw images of his fantasies of suckling her.

  She didn’t want to know what he thought of the rest of her, this much was enough. But it didn’t stop. The gentle roundness of her belly and hips made him hard. He loved having her hips to grab onto and her softness, curves, they were all ultra-feminine to him. He thought she was the embodiment of what a witch should be.

  There was no undercurrent of duplicity or deception, or concern that she wouldn’t try to break his curse if he didn’t seduce her.

  That was when she knew for sure she was dreaming, because it was a lovely fantasy.

  “You’re not dreaming, Hemi,” he whispered and curled his hand around the back of her neck to drag her down to him for another searing kiss.

  She lost herself in the kiss, in the sensation, while he continued to drill into her. He was so deep and she’d never felt anything like it. Rayden and Devin paled in comparison to this.

  They were fumbling and bumbling schoolboy virgins banging around in the dark and Raven Cherrywood was a sex god.

  Of course his centerfold would be so good because he was even better.

  She tightened her channel around him and he groaned. Hemi was still experiencing every sensation along with him and she knew he was fighting his orgasm.

  He reached between them to bring her off, but she didn’t want that, not yet. She liked feeling so powerful, elemental, and desired.

  Hemi’d never felt so sexy.

  “Come for me,” she whispered.

  Was that her voice? She sounded like a Sex Magick worker, low and throaty, and completely in charge.

  Hemi looked into his eyes, that green ring around his eyes flaring brighter like a starburst and his grip on her tightened. His whole body went rigid as he followed her command and spilled into her.

  Elation that was better than any orgasm she’d ever had rushed hot and volcanic through her veins. She rode the waves of his pleasure, using her body to wring every last ounce of pleasure from him and the experience before dismounting and lying beside him in the bed.

  Her flesh burned for more, her desire unsated, but this was enough.

  As if he’d heard her thoughts, he spoke. “The hell you say.”

  Raven loomed above her, still as big and imposing as he’d been before when his cock was hard. Somehow, she thought that would make him seem more… manageable. More on her level.

  But he wasn’t.

  “Tell me,” he kissed her softly. “What do you do to my centerfold? What does it do to you?”

  She blushed, which was stupid. He’d been inside of her body, there was nothing to blush about now.

  “What’s your fantasy?” He trailed kissed from her lips to her jaw, down the column of her throat. “You gave me mine. Let me give you yours.”

  Merlin, but he knew just what to say. She almost told him she wanted him to lick her until she came, but she could have that with the centerfold. If this was real, and Raven was as strong as he claimed to be, she wanted to know just once what it was like to be well and truly wrecked by a warlock. She wanted him to hold her up and take her against the wall like all the petite witches gossiped about back in her Academy days.

  Again, he heard her without speaking. “We’ll do both.”

  Raven worked his way down her body, pausing to tongue her nipples and fill his hands with her breasts.

  He cooed words of praise at each new caress, so much so that she started to believe him.

  Raven eased down between her thighs and she spread her legs wide. He lifted her with the globes of her ass in the palms of his hand to anchor her against his mouth. That was something Centerfold Raven had never done.

  She squirmed against him as he licked and strummed her clit with his tongue.

  It occurred to her that his tongue had to be made from some space-aged material rather than flesh to move so fast, so long, and so expertly. She didn’t compare him to the centerfold again because this didn’t compare.

  And the ecstasy drove home the truth. This was no dream. As she tunneled her finger through his hair and clawed down his back, she gasped, “This is real.”

  Thank Merlin for that, echoed in her head.

  Which meant the Sex Magick was real, too.

  She popped up to peer at his head bent between her thighs.

  Yes, now lie back and enjoy it. I don’t like talking with my mouth full. It’s rude.

  Hemi could find no reason not to do as she was told.

  She gloried in the sensation, in the raging fire that built in her core and the magma in her veins. Hemi teetered on the edge between fantasy and reality, pleasure and need.

  But it wasn’t the physicality of their joining that sent her over the edge.

  It was his stray thought that he could lick her all day because he’d decided she tasted sweet as sugar.

  Bliss shot through her like a rocket, but he didn’t stop or even slow down. He pushed her body to its limits until she was squirming and pushing him away, begging him to stop.

  When he raised his head again, his lips were wet with evidence of job well done. His wicked, wicked tongue darted out to lick them clean and she shuddered at the imagery even as she stored it away for future use.

  Then he followed through on his promis
e and lifted her upright easily. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he braced her with his forearm to hold her steady.

  “That’s right, baby. Hold on to me. We’re going for a ride.”

  Aftershocks of her orgasm still rattled through her, but she was up for more. She was up for anything he wanted to do to her.

  “I love this,” she whispered. And she did. She found it to be a miracle of all miracles that he held her up so easily, with no magick, just the strength of his body. His muscles were flexed, but he wasn’t straining. This wasn’t effort.

  He kissed her again and she tasted herself on his lips. “See, sugar,” he said as he positioned her so he could enter her again.

  His first stroke was deep and sure and filled her so full, she was sure she’d shatter. But she wanted to shatter, she wanted to break apart in his arms. Hemi knew it would be magick.

  The sparks flew again, bursting in flower patterns. A few even flew out the chimney to explode high in the sky.

  Which brought someone pounding on her door and jerked her out of his bliss state.

  As soon as her mind focused on something other than Raven, his eyes widened.

  “Fuck.” He struggled to set her on her feet, but there wasn’t enough time.

  Hemi yelped as she crashed to the ground unceremoniously and landed on her ass. Raven was once again a snarling feline.

  “Hemlock?” A warlock’s voice echoed through the security system microphone. “Hemi, are you okay? Answer the door, or I’m coming in.”

  Raven hissed.

  Hemi glared at him. She was the one who’d just been dropped on her ass. She scrambled to find her clothes.

  But she wasn’t fast enough.

  Darby Darindable, Devin’s older brother, and her neighbor crashed through her front door and her bedroom door to find her sprawled on the floor, naked.

  “I—oh.” His cheeks flushed and he found a place to stare that was somewhere between the top of her head and the ceiling. “Are you okay, Hemi?”

  She yanked the comforter off the bed to cover her nakedness. “I just had a little mishap. I tripped.”

  Could that sound like any more of a lie?

  “Are you sure?” Darby scanned the room. “Here, let me help you up.” He reached out and grabbed for her hand.

  As soon as her fingers touched his, the cat went rabid. That was the only explanation for the explosion of claws and teeth that flew at Darby from the place on the floor where Raven the Cat had been.

  She forgot she needed both hands to hold the blanket and reached out to snatch the snarling ball of black fur from her friend. Raven had dug his claws into the warlock’s head and was currently perched atop him like a demonically possessed ushanka—one of those Russian hats made out of fur with ear flaps. Only instead of flaps, it was a tail, and four angry kitty paws.

  Hemi managed to pry him off, and used her magick to heal his scratches as they went. Her magick was much stronger after sex with Raven. The wounds healed instantly.

  She bopped Raven on the head with the flat of her hand. “Bad kitty!”

  He hissed at her and she shook him so hard she made his eyes roll around in his head. “I said stop it.”

  And then all hell broke loose.

  At the mention of his name, her hellhound protector transported himself from the library to protect and defend his mistress.

  But all he ended up doing was knocking a very naked Hemlock into Darby and sent them both crashing to the ground, Hemlock sprawled on top of him with her boobs repeatedly boxing his chops like a pair of gongs.

  Stop That realized that the little beast he’d tangled with before was in residence and decided a rematch was in order.

  Too bad Raven had already re-attached himself to Darby’s head.

  “Damn it,” Hemi cried, as she struggled to keep Stop That from eating Raven, Raven from killing Darby, and her tits from smothering the poor bastard.

  She failed miserably.

  Assuming Stop That needed assistance, Damnit put in an appearance.

  Only he wasn’t so graceful. He materialized on her marble countertop in the kitchen and let loose a howl that broke all the glass. He couldn’t get purchase on the marble and slipped and slid, claws tearing great gashes in her new counters as he went.

  Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, the hellhounds got distracted by the candy pillars in the foyer as they bounded to her rescue.

  As soon as their tongues touched the sweets, they were transformed into gummi dogs. Great, whining, gelatinous, gummis. (Not gummy, her great great grandmother was German. Her magick produced gummis.)

  She finally managed to crawl off Darby, yanked the rabid sabre-toothed house cat off his head once again, and did her best to hide her nakedness while not releasing the raging ball of fury in her arms.

  Darby struggled to sit up. “What the shit is that thing? The familiar from hell?”

  Hemi blushed. “Something like that.”

  “Possessive, isn’t he?”

  Raven stopped struggling and gave him a don’t-you-just-know-it glare.

  “A little bit. As you can see, I’m okay. And embarrassed.”

  He kept his eyes averted. “No worries, love. I saw the sparks exploding out of the chimney and I thought there was something wrong.”

  “Uh… no.” She colored again.

  Darby looked down and the glaring feline. “Just so you know, I’m not here to steal her. I’m gay.”

  And Raven took a swipe at him anyway.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Here Kitty, Kitty

  Raven didn’t care if Darby Darindable was gay, heterosexual, trisexual, or omnisexual. The bastard had kept him from getting off and worse, prevented him from fulfilling Hemi’s fantasy.

  In fact, seeing as how he’d dropped her on her delectable ass, he wasn’t likely to get another chance. Either because she was angry with him, or because she thought he’d been lying about loving her generous curves.

  Raven wanted to rip his face off.

  “Merlin, what is wrong with you?” She held him up at eye level. “It’s not like you were the one who was dropped, unceremoniously, on their hind quarters or who now has to deal with gummi hellhounds. This is a mess.” She managed to manifest herself some clothes.

  He wasn’t going to apologize because he wasn’t sorry. So instead, Raven put his paw on her cheek.

  “You’re too cute for your own good, furball.”

  “Cute? You think that little demon is cute?” Darby gaped.

  “He’s one of the cursed.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me? Who is he? Wait, don’t tell me, let me guess. Your father?”

  “That’s just disgusting. I was naked, Darbs.”

  “Well who else would be so pissed off that I saw you naked?”

  The only warlock who was ever going to see her naked again, that’s who. Raven growled.

  “Settle down.” She rattled him like a maraca.

  “That’s not very nice. You could hurt him.”

  “No, trust me when I say I could launch him like a volleyball and he’d be fine. He knocked out Damnit’s tooth earlier today.”

  “And you brought him home with you?” Darby clucked like a chicken.

  “I’m trying to help him. He needs me.”

  “What about the others whose curses you couldn’t break? You didn’t bring them all home with you.” Darby eyed her. “Did you?”

  She pursed her lips, obviously done talking about it. Her grip tightened around his chest. Merlin, but she had a grip. Raven was having trouble breathing she’d clapped down so hard on him, but after she just called him a badass, he wasn’t going to puss out now, so to speak.

  Even if it killed him.

  “Were you two—”

  “Okay, visiting hours are over,” she interrupted him. “Thanks for checking on me, but you’ve got to go.”

  “No, seriously. It m
ay affect the curse. I can help.”

  “I really don’t want to talk about that.”

  “So you were?” Darby eyed Raven. “That’s a big cat. There are only a few warlocks who’d be that big. Dred Shadowins. Tristan Belledare. Or one of the Tri—aha! It’s one of the Trifecta. I can tell by the look on your face. You dirty little witch. Tell, which one. Please?” Darby whined.

  Raven managed another growl.

  “Ooh, so fierce. Yes, you are. Yes, you are,” he cooed.

  “Stop—” she coughed before she finished her sentence in an obvious attempt to avoid saying the hellhound’s name. “Don’t do that. You’re being condescending. There’s a flesh and blood warlock in there and you wouldn’t like it if he baby-talked you.”

  “Depends on who was holding me, I might.” Darby grinned, but then the grin faltered. “Uh, Hemi? I don’t think his eyes are supposed bulge out of his face that way. I think you’re holding him too tightly.”

  “He’s fine.” She flipped him around to look at him, but gasped and immediately released some of the pressure. His eyes settled back in their sockets. “Don’t struggle.”

  Raven had no plans to struggle. He just wanted to breathe.

  “So, you were saying?” Hemi asked him.

  “No, you were saying. You were about to tell me who you were boinking.”

  “No, I wasn’t. You were about to say that sex had something to do with the curse?”

  Darby pouted. “Fine,” he dragged the word out on a sigh. It was very put upon and dramatic. “He changed back to a cat when I knocked. That was when you started thinking about something besides sex with him. I have a theory that for a lot of these unbreakable cat curses, it’s because these warlocks used women and cast them away after sex. So the warlocks only get their human form when someone wants them for sex. A fitting punishment.”

  “An interesting theory.” Hemi chewed on her lip.

  Darby looked at her expectantly. “Well?”

  “Well what? It’s not like we’re going to get it on right now in front of you.”

  “Gods, no. But think about it.”

  “Not with you looking at me.”