by King, Thayer
Nikita fed from him as though she were dying of thirst. Her hunger pushed his to new heights. He tugged her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her hands in his hair kept him captive as her tongue plundered the depths of his mouth over and over. He groaned as she began rotating her hips, riding his confined erection.
“This would feel so much better if you were naked, too.”
He stripped off his shirt. She undid his jeans and pushed down his underwear, revealing his swollen cock. Ronan lifted off the couch to lower his clothes to mid-thigh but was stopped by Nikita’s next action. Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she squeezed him hard and stroked upward, eliciting a drop of pre-cum. She shifted her body to the side, leaned over and gave the head of his cock a firm, slow lick like she would taste a lollipop. He could have come then and there. “Shit,” he muttered. “That was so fucking hot.” Frantic, he shoved his jeans down his legs and kicked them, along with his shoes, off his feet.
Nikita was back on him in an instant. She ran her hands up his stomach and over his ribs. Her exploration stopped at his shoulders. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m clean. I’m on the pill.” She traced the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue before teasing the inner canal. “Witches can’t catch or transmit diseases. I’m going to fuck you hard and I want you to come inside me.”
Ronan’s cock pulsed so hard that it jumped. She didn’t know what she was asking for. It was exactly what he wanted. Having unprotected sex with her would initiate the formation of the mating bond between them. It would grow stronger each time they made love. Though she seemed to be considering accepting him as her mate, he didn’t think she was ready to start the bond. “I want that too-”
“Shh. Don’t get sappy on me. This is a one-time fuck. That’s it.”
Disappointed, he put her away from him. She had to be the most stubborn woman he’d ever met. “Nikita, you’re my mate. The second you kissed me—”
“Do you want to do this or not? Trust me, this opportunity will not come up again.”
The right answer, the moral answer, was no. She didn’t understand the ramifications of what they were about to do. But if he didn’t make love to her now, she would leave him and never look back. He couldn’t risk losing her. “I want you.”
She took his hand and led him upstairs. He liked that she didn’t seem at all self-conscious about her body. Though small in stature, she wasn’t lacking in curves. Her caramel skin seemed to glow. On her right shoulder, she bore the tattoo of the profile of an angel wielding a curved dagger. A single drop of blood dripped from the tip. The angel’s hair and gown seemed to flow with the wind. The work was very detailed and beautiful. He was reaching out to touch it when they reached the bedroom.
“Get on the bed. Sit with your back pressed to the headboard,” Nikita commanded.
As he followed her instructions, it occurred to him that she had taken complete control of this situation. She straddled him once more. He took breasts in hand and licked and suckled one while he tugged the other. She fit her pussy to his cock and slipped him between her moist pussy lips, grinding their pelvises together. Ronan groaned. He was afraid he wasn’t going to make it. “You’re killing me,” he muttered, changing breasts. If anything, she rode him harder.
He was more than ready when she positioned him at the entrance. She was hot and very tight. He watched as the head breached her cunt, a visual that had him grinding his teeth and holding his breath. Her heat scalded him. An inch more and she paused, withdrew, and came down again. The sexy little whimpers she emitted as she struggled to take him made him as hard as steel. “Slow down. You can’t just… shit.” Her muscles tensed around him, strangling his cock.
“So big,” she muttered, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Ronan touched her where they were connected, feeling his cock sliding into her slippery pussy. With each undulation of her hips, she took more of him. Using her moisture, he stroked over her swollen clit. Her pussy clamped over him before growing wetter. He groaned. “You feel so damn good squeezing my dick inside your hot pussy.”
With a cry, she enveloped his entire length. He gritted his teeth to fight off his impending orgasm. If he’d thought kissing her was intense, it was nothing compared to having his cock buried to the hilt in her wet haven. Every inch of his skin was sensitized.
He held onto her hips as she began to fuck him. She removed his hands and wrapped them around the wrought iron headboard. Bracing herself by digging her fingers into his shoulders, she fucked his cock hard and fast. Other than where she touched him and where their two bodies were connected, they didn’t touch.
Her tight channel sucked at his cock, threating to pull the cum from his balls with every thrust. When the sight of his thick erection being devoured by her hungry pussy as she skewered herself on him again and again became too much, he watched her pear shaped breasts bounce from her rapacious movements. He was gripping the headboard so hard, he thought he might be peeling the paint from the iron.
Unable to remain passive any longer, Ronan thrust up into her. Nikita cried out in surprise. Not to be outdone, she reached behind her and fondled his testicles. The bedsprings voiced their protest of their rough hungry movements in loud squeaks that ascended in volume and frequency.
He was seconds from embarrassing himself when she gave a cry followed by a moan. She slammed down on him, the muscles of her cunt milking his manhood. Ronan held still, buried as deeply as he could get inside of her body, and let go. His cock swelled and jerked as he flooded her sweet pussy with his come. He groaned her name.
She went limp and collapsed on him. He smiled when he realized that she was sleeping. Careful so as not to dislodge her and disturb her rest, he scooted down in the bed and arranged her legs in a more comfortable position. He savored holding her in his arms until his heart rate settled and their bodies began to cool. Carefully, he moved her off his chest and went into the bathroom in search of a cloth. He wet it with warm water and returned to the bedroom to clean Nikita. Her inner thighs were sticky with his semen. He couldn’t recall ever coming so much. She barely stirred during his ministrations. When he finished with her, he cleaned himself up in the bathroom. Sliding back into bed, he pulled Nikita into his arms, her back to his front, and adjusted the covers over them as best he could. He kissed the top of her head. With a quick spell, he turned off all the lights and secured the house.
Chapter Seven
She was burning up. What setting had she left the thermostat on? Hellscape? Nikita struggled to get the covers off but her movements were sluggish. Something heavy was draped over her shoulder holding her in place. Her nipple was tweaked and a finger slid across her slick clit. Eyes flying open as she gasped, she turned her head to find Ronan, his very aroused male body curling around her.
He kissed her neck and then her lips. “Hope you don’t mind,” he rumbled, his voice thick and deep with sleep. “I want more.” And then he pushed a finger into her pussy. Whatever she was going to say became a moan as her hips thrust up to accept his invasion. He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He continued to pump his finger inside of her. He curled the digit so it stroked the sensitive spot that had her holding his hand to her and opening her thighs wider. She was close to orgasm when he rolled her over onto her back.
“I let you take charge last time. It’s my turn to fuck you.” He slid between her thighs before she could protest. She hadn’t let a man be on top since her first time. If she wanted something done right, she found it was always best to do it herself. Yet she found it thrilling as Ronan covered her. Her eyes were adjusted to the dark and she could make out the sight of his broad muscled chest in the moonlight. He kissed her before shifting up to fit his cock to her entrance.
She spread her legs wider to accommodate him. Her nails dug into his biceps as he started to thrust forward. He was a big man in every way. Taking him was a pleasurable burn. N
ikita lifted her pussy to him as he swiveled his hips, burying his length in her one inch at a time.
When he could go no deeper and his lower body lay flush against hers, they were both breathing hard. “Nikita,” he groaned over her. He braced himself on his forearms so as not to crush her. “Your pussy is so good. So damn good,” he ended on a groan as he withdrew and thrust forward again. He powered into her over and over. His weight pinned her to the bed with each deep plunge. All she could do was hang onto him as he took her. She was powerless against the onslaught. Being dominated had never felt so good. Her pleasure was entirely in his hands. When he found her g-spot, she cried out and her nails dug into him. After that, Ronan hammered that same spot again and again. Nikita convulsed beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her back bowed as pleasure shot from her core and seemed to ensnare the rest of her body. Her toes curled and her breath caught on a scream. Ronan continued to fuck her through the orgasm, increasing the ecstasy to an almost painful intensity.
Ronan groaned and stiffened. Pressed against her womb, he swelled inside her and she could feel the heat of his come filling her. “Oh, God, Nikita. Love you so much.” After a few minutes, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He held her close but she was too sleepy to object. They were both asleep in minutes.
Nikita stretched. She felt delicious. There was no other word for it. She couldn’t recall the last time she had been so well rested. A smile curled her lips. And then she became aware of the warm hard body behind her. Well, damn. Memories of last night came crashing down, ruining her good mood. Trying to console herself with the thought that everyone makes mistakes was useless. She expected better of herself. One taste of his soft pink lips and she’d been a goner.
She bit her lip. But, damn, he’d been good. Better than good. Her nipples peaked and her pussy moistened for another round as she remembered the feel of him sliding against her walls. He’d filled her completely, stretching her in the most satisfying way. Nothing was as tempting as the forbidden. Never had she been tempted by a witch before. Of course, most of the witches she met were evil and didn’t compare to Ronan in the looks department. He was the handsomest redhead she’d ever met. Who would think a man with red hair could be so sexy?
As much as she enjoyed last night, it could never happen again. It had been a rare weak moment for her. She liked to believe that one of her strengths was that she didn’t repeat her mistakes. Mentally, she winced. There was that word again. Maybe “mistake” was too harsh a word for what they’d shared. It was an experience she would never regret. She’d indulged in him like a decadent dessert, but now it was time to leave from the buffet table.
Rolling over, she surveyed his sleeping form. Thick strawberry blonde lashes rested against his cheeks. Stubble graced his jawline. His chest was hard and muscled. A light smattering of russet hair grew between his nipples, over his pectoral muscles and led down to his flat belly. The sheet pooled at his waist but did nothing to hide his thick morning erection.
Her pussy clenched. Before the temptation to touch him could overtake her, she slid out of bed. Ronan grumbled and rolled over but did not wake. Nikita undid her hair and went into the bathroom. She squeezed oil into her hand and coated her hair with it. Brushing it through, she considered her options of how to get rid of Ronan. She smiled at herself when she realized how vain she was being. Last night might have been explosive for her but it may have been just what Ronan needed to convince him that she wasn’t his soul mate.
She stuffed her hair into a shower cap and turned on the water. Stepping under the warm spray, she grabbed her pouf. She added soap and lathered up. The sweet smell of her body wash filled the heated air.
When she reentered the bedroom, Ronan was still sleeping. If she hadn’t had a full night’s sleep, she would have wanted to slap him for resting so easily. She was putting on her panties when he woke.
“Good morning,” he rumbled, his voice rough and deep from sleep. Nikita suppressed a lust induced shiver.
She pulled out a shirt and jeans. “Good. You’re finally awake. You can go home.”
He chuckled as he hoisted himself up onto his elbows. “Don’t I at least get breakfast before you throw me out?”
“My breakfast repertoire includes toast and instant coffee,” she informed him to discourage hopes that she was some sort of domestic goddess.
“Then I’ll make you breakfast. How does an omelet sound?”
“It sounds like you’d better go home. I don’t have eggs.”
“Who doesn’t buy eggs? What do you eat?”
“Vegans,” she replied in answer to his first question and then shrugged. “Whatever’s available.” She wiggled into her jeans. His eyes followed the motion of her breasts. She pulled on her shirt without a bra. They were instruments of torture that she did without whenever she could. “I’m sure you have a busy day ahead of you. Don’t feel obligated to hang around here.”
He stood and stretched, not in the least self-conscious about his nudity. “I’m between jobs so I’ve got nothing but free time.”
She grunted, averting her gaze from his naked form. “Perhaps you should seek another occupation.”
He grinned. Approaching until he towered over her, he placed his hands on her hips. His thumbs slid beneath her top. He drew circles on the sensitive skin of her belly. “Nikita, are you a commitmentphobe?”
Her lips curled up in a wicked grin. “Nope. I’ve been committed to hunting witches since I reached eighteen.”
“Say I wasn’t a witch? Then what?”
She tilted her head back and studied him. She was beginning to find his mammoth size incredibly sexy. Like the feel of his big mitts on her. They could probably encircle her entire waist. Must be some throw back to cavewoman days because she certainly did not need a protector. “I would date you, but it wouldn’t last.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t have the best track record with relationships. I tend to forget that I’m in them.”
“The men that forgettable?”
“They probably didn’t think so. But yes. My work doesn’t leave a lot of room for cuddle time.”
“It wouldn’t be that way for us. The bond-”
“Why can’t you accept that I’m not witch bonding material?”
“Because you’re my one.”
Nikita rolled her eyes. So much for thinking last night would put an end to the soul mate talk. “You seem like a sweet guy. One of these days, you’re going to find the witch who’ll make sparks fly from your wand.” She winked at him as she stepped out of his embrace. Bending down, she picked up his clothes and handed them to him.
He growled. “You seem to have an endless supply of anti-witch comments.”
When he just stood there holding his clothes, she snapped. “Why don’t you shower and get dressed? I’ll make that toast for you. If you’re lucky, I might even butter it.”
He held his arms out. “Something wrong with my current attire?”
Her eyes swept over his naked form. He was all hard muscle and well-proportioned for a man of his size. Quite simply, he was gorgeous. And still aroused. Tearing her gaze away from his erect penis, she held up her hand, pointer finger up. “Remember what I said? You’re tempting but last night was it.”
Ronan dropped his head but not before she saw his smile. “If you say so.”
She glared at him. “What? You think you’re addictive? Let me clue you into something, I may still want you, but unlike a man, I’m not led by my libido. It may take some time, but a few weeks from now, I won’t remember your name.”
“Are you really so cold?”
“My last boyfriend dumped me over the phone when I forgot his birthday. He accused me of being an emotional eunuch.”
Ronan winced. “That must have hurt. What did you say to that?”
She smiled. “I thanked him.”
He shook his head. “I’m going to shower. I want jelly on my toast.”
; ***
Ronan joined Nikita at the breakfast table. She gave him a cup of coffee, pointed to the sugar, told him the creamer was in the fridge, and plunked down a jar of jelly with a butter knife on top. He topped his toast with a generous gob of strawberry jelly.
The connection between them hummed pleasantly, giving him a happy buzz that made it hard to keep the smile off his face. He knew they would have to reassert it several more times before she became aware of it or before they could communicate telepathically.
He sipped his coffee, analyzing what he knew of her already. Until last night, she’d suffered from insomnia. It was a boost to his ego to know that his lovemaking had given her such a good night’s rest. He could see the difference in her already. Her face glowed with vitality. Her dark eyes were brighter. Even her hair looked shinier.
“What?” she snapped, her signature glare in place.
“Nothing. Why?”
“You have that insipid smile on your face.”
“It’s called afterglow. You have it, too.”
“Do you see me grinning like a Cheshire cat?”
“Deep inside, yes.” He bit into his toast. She enjoyed making love with him. And though he’d been physically satisfied, he wanted the opportunity to explore her body more, make it last. He suspected that he would have to let Nikita take the lead for it to happen. While she’d also enjoyed their second round of lovemaking, he’d sensed her hesitancy to let him take the dominate position. Damn it, it might be domineering of him, but he wanted to be the one in charge. He’d enjoyed being on top, claiming her as his in the most elemental way possible.
Nikita’s adamance that it would never happen again didn’t perplex him. The bond would ensure that she returned to him. And the link would also make it possible for him to find her anywhere in the world. Already, he wanted her as much as he’d wanted her last night. Possibly more.
