Vampire's Witch

by Rebecca Airies

  “Touch you with it? Where?” He took the glowing, silver rod out of her hand.

  “Anywhere you’d put your fingers or mouth,” she whispered as she bent and dropped a kiss on his chest. She let her magic flow through her body.

  She enjoyed the way his eyes widened. She knew that her touch would send warm tingles over his skin. He didn’t remain still for long. He drew the rod across her arm experimentally. She closed her eyes as the warm prickling sensation spread over her arm and low in her belly. It felt like electricity pulsing as moved it back and forth. She moaned.

  “Are my arms the only thing you want to touch?” she whispered.

  He slid the rod across her belly and she drew in a shaky breath. Maybe she should have kept her mouth shut. The man might be getting too good at this. In a way, she wanted to draw this out for a long time. She wasn’t going to let him do everything though. She moved down his body.

  “Uh-uh.” His denial drew her head up as his hand closed on her shoulder. “Not yet. You can get more adventurous with those electric lips later. I want to suck on your breasts and see which you prefer. My lips or your little toy.”

  “I already know that. I like your lips much more than any toy.” She stopped moving down his body, content for the moment to play with what she could easily reach. It was probably better than following her impulse to get her mouth around his shaft. She didn’t want this to end too quickly.

  He smiled. “I’m not so easy to convince. I want to see the results myself.”

  She smiled and drew her fingers across his chest, putting just a little extra zing in the touch. He bared his teeth and swirled the small rod around her nipple. She stiffened and her breath locked in her throat. Fire followed the path of that light touch. She shivered and licked her lips. His hot breath brushed across the slope of her breast. The pleasure stick sent prickles over her skin but his mouth…

  She knew what he could do with that mouth. He couldn’t have any doubt that she loved it. She felt slick liquid on her thighs and a steady throb of desire. His smile was pure wicked anticipation. He might not know exactly what the rod could do but he seemed absolutely certain of his ability regardless of that. She wasn’t about to let him have all of the fun. She drew her hands inward, plucking at the flat nipples. His shoulders shifted on the blankets. She licked her lips and leaned down to swirl her tongue around one dark circle.

  His fingers threaded through her hair. He trailed the pleasure stick down her back. The tip skated down her spine, sending ripples of sensation ripping over her. Her head fell against his chest as her body shook. She licked at his chest. She didn’t know how much longer she could play. She might have started this but he’d found spots she’d never imagined would be so erotic.

  “Your lips feel so good. Every touch seems so intense.” His voice sounded rough and she could see the pounding pulse at his throat.

  She licked her lips. The sight of that flickering skin stirred something inside her. She wanted something. Her gums ached. She firmly pushed the impulse away and focused on him, on giving him as much pleasure as she could be before they both lost control.

  The pleasure wand drew down the crevice between her buttocks. She cried out and felt her inner muscles clench. She drew her tongue slowly across his neck, her teeth scraping over the skin. He trembled and she felt his cock twitch against her thigh. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to wait until he was inside her. The pleasure stick circled the tight clench of her anus.

  She had to push him into moving faster. Her hand slid down his body and closed around his cock. She sent an extra pulse of magic through her fingers. He tensed, his breath exploding out of his chest. His hands closed around her waist. He rolled, looming over her. She smiled, thrilled at his aggressive move. His lips parted, revealing his lengthened fangs.

  “Now it’s my turn to play and tease.” His hot breath fanned over her breast.

  She gasped imagining the feel of him drawing her nipple into his mouth. A small moan of disappointment left her as his lips moved to her belly. Her fingers moved to his hair. Tugging, she tried to guide him to where she wanted him. He didn’t move back up her body. In fact, she felt the graze of his teeth on the soft flesh of her belly. He looked up at her, his brown eyes shot with golden sparks.

  “Do you think I’m going to do as you ask?” he questioned. The pleasure rod skimmed up her thigh.

  She shivered and drew her knee up, giving him more room. The thin shaft drew between the plump lips. Fire shot up her body. She arched off the bed. He had to stop. She was too close.

  “If you keep playing, I’m going to come.” Her voice sounded hoarse as if she had something stuck in her throat.

  He nipped at her thigh, his tongue swirling over the sting before his eyes met hers. “I want you to come. I want you wild and out of your mind with pleasure and then I want to make you wild again.”

  Her body shook just at the thought. She bit her lip. She was only a breath away from pleading for that, for anything. The very male, very predatory look in his eyes told her he knew just how close she was. He touched the pleasure wand to her clit. Bright heat exploded over her and her body trembled. Her heart slammed inside her chest as she came. The intense sensation seemed to last for an eternity. Pleasure washed through her in wave after wave.

  She blinked and her eyes met his. He’d watched. A flush rose over her cheeks. He licked his lips and slowly drew the pleasure rod down circling it around her moist entrance. She bit her lip and wondered if he’d actually slide that rod into her. The muscles in her thighs quivered. She wanted to grab his hand and pull him closer.

  “You’re aching, wondering if I’m going to slip this inside you. Well, you’re just going to have to wait and see. I’m going to enjoy watching you get hot again.” His tongue swirled around the indentation of her bellybutton. “I want to taste you first.”

  She squirmed and felt a rush of thick liquid. He was such a tease. His lips moved lower. She drew in a shaky breath as he lifted her other thigh over his shoulder, opening her completely to him. He leaned in close. His tongue traced along the slick lips. She shivered and her fingers tightened in his hair. He let his teeth drag across the sensitive skin. She relaxed her thighs, wanting him closer, his touch firmer. His tongue slid up the divide and circled her clit. She trembled. He was playing. Touching just firmly enough to drive her insane but away from any sensitive area, keeping her from going over the edge.

  “Damn it, if you’re not going to do something, I’ve got some definite ideas.” She tugged his head up and glared at him. If he didn’t do something, she wasn’t above using her magic to get what she needed. The man was courting being restrained.

  He laughed. “I’m sure you’d do it too. I’m not going to disappoint you. You’ll feel my mouth.”

  Just after the last word left his mouth, his head lowered. His mouth closed over her clit. He sucked at it, his tongue flicking at the hardened bud. He seemed to feed on her response. His mouth closed over her clit. A gasping cry fell from her lips. His tongue quickened and his mouth moved hungrily. She arched into him. A scream locked in her throat as he slowly pushed the pleasure rod inside her. Prickles sizzled outward from the torturous touch. Too much. Her hands fell to her side. Her head tossed on the bed. He slowly pulled the thin rod out and slid his mouth lower. He feasted, lapping the juices spilling from her. Her nails scraped over his shoulders.

  He rose, tossing the pleasure rod across the room. His cock nudged against her clit. She lifted her hips, urging him to move faster. As soon as he was close enough, she slanted her lips across his. She tasted her own essence mixed with his distinct taste. His tongue thrust against hers as he slowly joined them. He moved cautiously, as if he was afraid that he might hurt her if he moved too fast. She framed his face, pouring everything she had into kiss. He began thrusting into her. She panted, breaking the kiss. Her head tilted to the side. His jaw was clenched. Suddenly the night before flashed through her mind. She needed him to bite her.
It would only feel right when he did. He wouldn’t bite her unless she asked him.

  “Bite me, Marcus.” She nipped at his lips.

  He hooked her left leg over his arm and rocked into her. Serena ran her hands down his back, letting the magic in her hands push him closer to the edge. His mouth dropped open and his head tipped back. She could clearly see the flash of his fangs in the light. He went deeper with each thrust. His pace quickened and his head lowered. His mouth moved over her neck, kissing and licking. She moaned, wanting, needing to feel his teeth sinking into her neck. His hips drove against her. His teeth scraped and then sank deep. She gasped and arched up into his thrusts. The surge of hot pleasure sent her over the edge. Her entire body shook as she came. He stiffened above her. She felt the tremors roll over him as his release took him.

  She stopped the pleasure spell and stroked her hands over his back. She wanted to talk now that they’d both calmed a bit. She had some questions to ask and he was the only vampire she knew well enough to ask.

  “Damn, woman, I never knew playing with magic could be so interesting. Why did you decide tonight to do that?” He licked at the small wounds on her neck.

  She closed her eyes. It had been the next logical step for her. She couldn’t tell him that. He’d want to know what it was the next logical step toward. He couldn’t know just what sharing magic meant to a witch.

  “That was so intense. Is it always like that?” He lifted his head and looked up at her.

  She wasn’t about to tell him that that was the first time she’d ever shared her magic with a lover. The questions it would lead to were too revealing. When a witch shared her magic with her lover, it was a very intimate act. Something usually reserved for a witch’s mate or husband if she’d chosen to marry a man who wasn’t her witch-mate. She just shrugged and decided to try to change the subject.

  “Is the bite always pleasurable or is it only during sex that it’s that way?” She tilted her head and smiled at him. Her entire body still felt sensitive and she knew it wasn’t the effects of her magic. “I mean it’s not like an orgasm and I can still feel the sting of the bite but the pleasure made it more than worth it.”

  “It always feels good but the bite does intensify orgasm and the skin is sensitive afterward. There’s a chemical that’s released during the bite. A sort of bonus for the donors. There wouldn’t be many people who’d volunteer to be donors if it hurt,” he said softly.

  “That’s good. I wouldn’t want to cause someone pain on a regular basis. How do you find someone to be a donor? It would seem a bit dangerous to just ask someone off the street to give you their blood.” She watched as he withdrew and disposed of the condom. She waited until he’d returned to the bed. It felt a little wrong for him to be using a condom but she knew that it was something that would have to continue.

  “We have a registry. Some donors do prefer to be with a specific vampire but there are plenty of men and women available whenever you need to find one.” He patted her arm as he pulled the blanket up around them.

  She wasn’t going to think about male and female donors and the choice she’d have to face at some point soon. That was a decision she’d make after she adjusted to the thought of actually taking blood. Getting bitten, biting and drinking blood were three very different things. Right now she had problems even thinking about it without her throat tightening and her stomach churning in revulsion.

  “It all sounds a little strange to you, doesn’t it?” He curled an arm around her waist and tugged her closer.

  She grimaced. “I can understand the need for a registry but I can’t even think about drinking blood. The idea makes me want to gag.”

  He laughed softly. “You’ll get past that eventually. You’ll want and need to take blood.”

  She couldn’t imagine it happening now. “The donors. What do they get out of it other than a bit of pleasure and maybe some dizziness.”

  His hand stroked her back. He looked sleepy and satisfied. “They get paid a fee. Some of them start out trying to find out if they can be converted. The very few who are capable of being turned find their place among us. Those who can’t stay because they can use the extra money.

  She couldn’t see the allure of being converted. Okay, she did get the long life part but there was more to it than living for hundreds of years. An idiot would see that after a little thought. She wouldn’t have ever asked to be bitten. To be truthful, she had more than enough trouble without chasing more. Was it just the fascination of a longer life or the perceived power? She knew there was a perception that all vampires held some position of power and had a horde of gold and jewels.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Serena sat tensely in the car as they rushed through the streets toward a club where Daniel had been spotted. They had enough evidence, had witnessed enough to condemn Daniel. Now they just had to catch him. If all went well, tonight would be the last night they searched for Daniel. He would finally face justice from the Vampire Council.

  She watched as Marcus pulled into a large parking lot. Her muscles bunched as thoughts of what she needed to do and the destruction Daniel could cause ran through her mind. Somehow, she had to provoke him into using his magic. Then she had to set the spell, locking him into the club. After that, the vampires’ work would begin. She wouldn’t be able to do any magic once the spell was cast. The timing wouldn’t be easy. She had no desire to feel the sting when the spell took effect. Getting out of the car, her stomach felt tight and her heart was pounding. She knew her breathing was a little faster than normal. She worked to calm herself. If she went in there all excited with her heart racing, Daniel would know she had something planned.

  She composed herself before they entered the club. She noticed that the room wasn’t as crowded as she expected. Maybe they’d cleared some of the people out of the club. She couldn’t understand why Daniel was still here if that was the case. Then again, a lot of what Daniel did didn’t make much sense to her. At times, he seemed to want to get caught. Maybe he was tired of being on the run. Whatever the reason, she was more than happy to help catch him.

  Walking across the wooden floor toward the vampires, her eyes slowly scanned the room. She suspected that Daniel was somewhere beyond them. He was probably using his magic to keep the other vampires away from him. She smiled as she strolled through the crowd. Daniel stood near the far wall. He stood just behind a young woman, his arm banded around her waist. Too bad for him that she recognized the woman. His fangs were bared. She folded her arms across her chest and waited for Marcus to get through the people. He laughed softly when he arrived.

  “You’re not buying this little act, are you, David?” Marcus looked over at a red-haired man standing nearby.

  “You’ve seen her before?” David looked over at them, a frown on his face.

  “She’s the woman who stabbed Marcus,” Serena said. “He might kill her but only if she’s outlived her usefulness to him.”

  “We didn’t know he was holding one of his allies as a hostage. That would change how we handle him.” David looked back at Daniel.

  “Whether he kills his friend or decides to give up his latest gambit isn’t of much consequence. He’s not going to escape tonight.” Serena tried to prod his temper.

  Daniel released the woman and pushed her away from him. The woman scurried out of the way and Serena lost sight of her. One of the Protectorate men or the vampires should grab her.

  She had no idea when he’d last used magic and she needed the energy to be fresh around him. She could tell there were magic users in the room. They’d probably be trapped here when she set the spell but that was a consequence that couldn’t be avoided. Since Daniel was also a vampire, she had to make sure that the magic was intense and very present around him to ensure that the lock worked on him as well.

  Daniel growled. A rush of magic hit the shield Serena had placed around the group in front of Daniel. It was the same type of spell he’d hit her with that first day. This t
ime she’d been prepared for it. Good thing too. He hadn’t sent that one at only her. He’d wanted to send everyone flying through the air.

  Serena laughed softly. “Not quite that easy this time, Daniel.”

  Quickly she dropped the shield and set the lock spell. Daniel yelped and staggered as it slammed into place. She took a few steps back, removing herself from the front line of what she suspected would be a heated battle. Daniel probably wouldn’t go quietly even when he realized that he had no more magic.

  “Marcus, you and the others can take him now. I’ve done what I planned.” She caught Marcus’ eyes and smiled just to let him know everything was fine.

  She kept moving back, wanting to give them room. Vampire fights could be wild, bloody and deadly to anyone caught in the middle of the action. It definitely wasn’t her idea of fun.

  Marcus and the other vampires moved forward as a group. Daniel blinked. He flung his hand out and his eyes widened. He tried again and grimaced in pain. She couldn’t stop the small smile from kicking up the corner of her mouth. He’d finally realized she’d done more than neutralize one spell. She felt a rush of accomplishment.

  “You bitch! What have you done to me?” Daniel’s eyes found her through the group of men. Hate blazed in his eyes.

  “Just leveled the playing field for them. Now it’s vampire against vampire. No magic involved.” She smiled. It felt a little strange not having her own magic to rely on but she knew the situation was only temporary. For Daniel though it would probably be permanent. They’d put spelled cuffs on him once he was captured.

  Daniel didn’t have time to call her any more names. The other vampires were closing fast. He threw up a ball of light that exploded. Serena blinked, trying to clear her vision after the flash of bright light. The feat did make her curious. It must be one of the vampire tricks. The fact that it hadn’t been blocked told her that it wasn’t linked in any way to magic. Well, to the witch kind of magic.