by Ts McKinney
“What are you saying?” I shook my head in disbelief. “Are you implying that Dom cast some sort of spell that would make me stay with him? That’s insane.” Wasn’t it? I didn’t believe in any of the hocus pocus or supernatural shit Gabriel talked about like it was the gospel but…
“I can’t be sure, but I think he or somebody else has cast several different spells on you. There’s for certain some sort of binding or cloaking spell that I’m picking up on. If what you’ve told me is true, then there’s probably a spell to block your memories. There’s something binding you to him. Once you were under my influence, his spell weakened.” He leaned back in his chair and studied me. “Dom isn’t powerful enough to manage that kind of hold over you by himself, I think. He’s had help.”
“Okay, for the sake of argument because I still don’t believe in any of this stuff, but could those spells be the reason you saw the dark magic around me?”
“Possibly, but it wouldn’t cause the vampire scent.” He continued to study me to the point that I wanted to squirm in my seat. Suddenly, he asked, “Do you drink, Darkness? Alcohol?”
I snorted out a laugh. “Uh…I lived with Dom. I had to drink in order to survive!” Leaning forward, I asked, “Are we about to get drunk?”
He shrugged and then stood up. “Maybe.”
A few minutes later, he returned with a bottle of tequila, some cut lemons, salt, and two shot glasses. “Dom and his cronies are searching the streets for you, Darkness. They want you back really badly.” He poured two shots, sliding one to me and keeping one for himself. I helped myself to the lemons and salt.
“Why are you so valuable?” he asked thoughtfully.
“Because I’m fabulous?” I offered.
He tossed back his shot, without the salt or lemon. “No, I would venture a guess that you’re powerful…or you belong to someone powerful. I believe Dom was using you—used you to help commit murder. The question is, how did he use you?”
I grimaced. “Ugh. You want details?” As images of Dom fucking me flashed through my head, I sucked down my shot and tried to drown the taste with the lemon and salt. Gabriel was right; it had to be some sort of dark magic that made me let him fuck me.
Gabriel looked troubled as he contemplated what I’d said. “No. Actually I don’t want details,” he said. “Not at all.”
Chapter Four
Gabriel
Marchand had been with me for one week.
One week of hell.
One week of heaven.
Leave it to me to fall for absolutely the most inappropriate person ever…but I’d fallen, head over heels. He was gorgeous, but I’d known that the first second I’d laid eyes on him. What I hadn’t known was how quick-witted and funny he was, or how well he listened when I talked to him, or how his eyes would brighten with excitement over the simplest things, like a beignet or a bucket of crawfish. I hadn’t known that he could answer most of the questions on Jeopardy, but still get confused over the simplest act of magic. There’d been no way I could have known that he would cry over a commercial or some sappy movie—especially when an animal was being hurt. He watched a Netflix movie called Marley and Me and I thought I was going to have to resuscitate him, because he cried so hard he lost his breath. How could I have known that the mysterious sweet scent would override the faint vampire smell? Whatever it was, it worked as an aphrodisiac to me.
To be honest, there was no fucking magic in the world that could make me immune to the feeling I’d get when I saw the excitement on his face as soon as I’d get back home from trying to track his connection to the murders. I spent the majority of my days trying to link him to something horrendous while he spent his days awaiting my return.
There was a good chance Nic would try to make me stand in the corner when he returned from New York and learned just how smitten I’d become with my captive.
As I rode the elevator up to the penthouse, I realized that the bewitching qualities I’d just gone over in my head didn’t include how sexy he looked as he slept. How could anybody look so…enticing in sleep? Soft snores filled my bedroom each night. It was damn music to my ears—especially the whole breathing part. Regardless of the scent, he wasn’t a vampire. He couldn’t be a vampire. He’d shown no signs of needing or even wanting blood. Like a human, he got tired and slept at night. He snored, which meant he was breathing. While he slept, I’d watched the slight fluttering of the spot on his chest—the spot where his heart was. It beat to a regular tune.
Vampires could fake a lot of things, but a fucking heartbeat wasn’t one of them.
When I stepped off the elevator, I checked to ensure all the protective and cloaking wards were still in place. They were; nothing had changed. He hadn’t tried to leave and no one had found him. I breathed out a sigh of relief, a breath I hadn’t even known I was holding.
He usually met me at the door, eyes aglow with fun energy, but today he wasn’t there. Since I was early, I tried not to worry, but it didn’t stop my eyes from searching for him. He was on the balcony. Lying in the sun. Listening to music with my earbuds in his ears. Naked.
Gloriously fucking naked.
Every delicious inch of him on display for my eyes to feast upon…and feast, they did.
Goddammit, he was gorgeous.
Vampires didn’t sunbathe.
I wanted him. Actually, I already considered him mine, regardless of what kind of creature he ended up being. Incubus? Maybe. He most definitely kept me thinking about sex around the clock. No, he couldn’t be. He wouldn’t have been able to go this long without sex if he was an incubus, and while he flirted outrageously and eye-fucked me plenty of times, there’d been no sex.
I wanted there to be sex. Lots of sex. Hell, sex all the time.
But no sex.
*****
Two weeks.
It was now more hell than heaven because I was in a constant state of arousal and unwilling to do anything about it. Why? Who the fuck knew? He’d made it clear he wanted me. There was no fucking question about how badly I wanted him. Yet…no sex.
Everything he did, every move he made, he did with wild abandon and pure enjoyment. There was no way he would be any different in bed. I’d imagined it. I’d fantasized about it. I’d dreamed about it. Hell, I’d contemplated casting a spell on him to get him to make the first move. Thankfully, a clear head had prevailed over that moment of weakness. Dom had already used him that way.
So, I waited.
*****
Three weeks.
This may be my last entry.
In the darkness, I stood on the balcony, overlooking the city I loved, and contemplated just how far I’d fallen into the head-over-heels path. To sum it up, I was enamored, infatuated, smitten, bewitched, enthralled, charmed, and enchanted. Three days ago, I’d stopped even pretending to be trying to track down the warlocks responsible for the poppet murders. Had he cast some kind of spell on me? Now I simply spent every hour of every day with Marchand.
I was, simply put, a lovesick fool. And horny. Don’t forget the horny part.
Even then, all alone in the dark, my cock was hard because he was down the hall, taking a nap.
“Whatcha doing?” Marchand asked in that Satanically-soft voice of his. He’d snuck up on me. Again. I couldn’t even fucking concentrate on my immediate surroundings for fantasizing about fucking him.
“Meditating,” I lied as I pushed my hips against the iron railing in a feeble effort to try and hide my arousal.
“Hmmm. Okay. Sounds…boring.”
“Yeah, you probably wouldn’t enjoy it,” I growled. “Go back to bed. I’ll be there in a few.”
“Not sleepy.”
Of course, he wasn’t.
“Get a snack.”
“Not hungry.”
That was slightly odd; he was always hungry. “You must be getting sick, then. You’re always hungry.”
He made an irritated huffing sound. “Listen, Mr. Supernatural Witch, are you going
to fuck me or not?”
I whipped around to face him, to see if he was teasing. He was dead fucking serious.
“Uh…are you sure?” I asked stupidly.
He rolled his eyes. “Uh…yeah, pretty sure—was pretty sure two weeks ago.”
“Oh, then, uh, yeah, I am.” Goddamn, I sounded like an idiot. Until Marchand, I’d never hesitated to be the aggressor in the bedroom. If I wanted it, I got it.
A wicked smile spread across his face. “Oh, then, uh, good,” he mocked. Then he turned to head back inside the apartment. Stopped. Looked over his shoulder, and said, “I’m used to it being rough, so let’s just stick with that, okay?” Winked at me.
If I hadn’t already been in love, I probably would have fallen right then.
Just to ensure I wasn’t making a mistake, I inhaled deeply, wondering if the faint vampire scent would cool my ardor. It did nothing to alleviate my lust, nor did I find the scent to be unappealing like before. Now it was simply Marchand.
I followed him down the hall toward my bedroom, my eyes glued to his magnificent ass with each and every step. Damn, but I could watch him walk all fucking day long. Magic couldn’t have created a better ass than the perfect globes on Marchand. I’d never really been into much kink before, but I could definitely see my handprint on his cheeks, marking my territory.
“I feel you watching my ass,” he said in a sing-song voice and a glance over his shoulder. “It’s burning from the heat of your gaze.”
“I’m going to have it burning with something else in a few minutes, Darkness. Get naked. Now.” Using just a touch of magic, the fun kind that we’d both enjoy, I propelled him through the air. He landed on his back in the center of the mattress.
Leaning up on his elbows, he said, “We aren’t even going to discuss how you did that…but I liked it.” He patted the bed next to him. “Come join me, Poppet.”
“Nah, I’m going to enjoy the view from here for a few minutes,” I answered. And, fuck, but I did enjoy the view. As a matter of fact, there was only one thing that would make it better. Focusing my attention on his sweats, I crooked my hand toward me and said, “Tollo dum braccas” and they slowly, erotically started inching off his body as he watched in shock and amazement. When they slid entirely off his body, I made a hand motion to toss them aside.
“Not fair,” he whined. “I don’t know how you’re doing that, but, like, what if I had this sexy striptease act planned for you? You know, a little wiggle of my hips as I pushed the sweats down. Maybe some sexy dance music in the background. Oh, and maybe I’d planned to rub oil all over my body. I’ve been working on my tan.”
“Yes, I’m aware of that,” I answered. “Now, spread your legs for me.” I gave a little twirl of my wrist.
My magic caused his legs to spread. He grinned but didn’t act troubled by my magic manhandling. “Wider…with your knees raised. Extensus. Show me a nice view of what you’re about to give me.”
“Holy fucking shit,” he muttered as his body did as I requested.
Even his nice tan couldn’t hide his blush.
“You realize this is embarrassing, right? Really hot, but embarrassing. More like fucking hot, but still embarrassing.”
“Want me to stop?”
“Never,” he answered immediately. “Could you fuck me from where you’re standing too? I mean, make it feel like you’re fucking me.” He clarified.
I laughed. “I could make you think that, yes, but I won’t.” My gaze leveled on his puckered hole and heavy ball sac. “What I’m looking at belongs to me, not magic.” Before he could agree or argue, I flicked my wrist and he flipped over on the bed and was on his knees, beautiful ass high in the air, in a split second. While he adjusted to his new position, I made my clothes vanish. I’d never used my magic in sex before—never really wanted to. With Darkness, I wanted to do everything.
Moving closer to the foot of the bed, I asked, “Still okay, Darkness?”
“I’ve never been so far away from okay, but so damn close to heaven in my entire life, or what I imagine it is. Damn, Poppet, I don’t know how you’re doing it, but I’m enjoying it.” He gave me another look over his shoulder. “I’d like it more if you were on the bed with me, and if your cock was buried deep inside me.”
Between the way his lavender eyes turned dark purple and how his pucker twitched with emptiness, I couldn’t hold back any longer. If I didn’t bury myself in his heat soon, I wasn’t certain I would survive. I put a knee on the mattress and motioned for the lube to come to me. Once behind him, I squirted a fair amount of lube on my fingers, spread his cheeks, and rubbed the magically warmed oil around his entrance. He dropped his head onto a pillow and his muffled moan gave me incentive to get him ready with the speed a pit crew used in NASCAR racing.
“You’re a supernatural creature so you can’t get any human diseases, and I get tested regularly, so we don’t need a condom—unless you prefer it.”
“No,” he breathed. “I just want you.”
I took a deep breath and when I slipped a greased finger past his tight ring of muscle, a mewling sound came from between his lips. His ass pushed against me, begging for more.
As badly as I wanted inside him, I wouldn’t allow myself to go too fast…just really fast. When my finger was completely lodged inside him, I crooked the tip and hunted for the spongey bundle of nerves. I knew I’d found it when he nearly lunged off the bed.
“Goddammit, what did you just do? Was that magic?”
I frowned. “Uh, no, it was your prostate. You have had sex before, right?” I knew he had—with Dominic, the son of a bitch warlock. Quickly, I pushed those images from my head.
“Unfortunately,” he muttered and I knew he was thinking of Dominic, as well.
My finger eased out and then I carefully breeched his hole with two, scissoring as I went. I wanted to make certain he was coated with plenty of lube. As I continued to stretch him, I noticed a change in his posture.
“Whatcha doing?” he asked. “I thought we were going to fuck. Rough. Remember?”
With two fingers crammed in his ass, I used another to put some pressure on his perineum, pushing it and his prostate at the same time.
“Ughhh! Fuck, that’s good. There! Right fucking there,” he moaned.
His entire body shivered and shook. His breath came in pants. A thin sheen of sweat coated his back. Unable to wait any longer, I pushed inside him. When I felt him tense, I stroked his back. “Easy, Darkness. You need to relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can take it rough,” he promised, nearly causing tears to come to my eyes. Rough…it was probably all he knew if he’d only been with Dominic.
“I never doubted you could, Darkness, but we’re going to try something different.” I kept feather-dusting his spine with the tips of my fingers, trying to coax him into loosening the death grip he had on my cock. “Take some deep breaths and push against me.”
Like an obedient pupil, he did exactly what I asked. Within a couple of minutes, I was buried inside him, my balls against his cheeks. He was tight, tighter than anyone I’d ever been with. My hands parted his cheeks and my eyes focused on the spot where we were joined, where his hole accepted the intrusion of my cock. There’d never been a more erotic sight in my life. I eased out, slowly, and then pushed back inside him. He made the mewling sound again.
I fucked him with solid, slow strokes—nearly withdrawing completely before plunging deep again. I went slow, enjoying the show almost as much as I enjoyed the feel of his heat wrapped around my cock. Well, I went slow as long as I could. After a few minutes of torturing us both, we fucked at a furious pace. I thrust forward and he pushed back. The bed slammed against the wall. Magic soared within my body, waking up parts of me I hadn’t known existed.
I felt like some magic had been inside me, lying dormant, but Marchand had awakened it. A burning fire slid through my veins. Sparks of light flashed behind my closed eyes.
It was earthshatterin
g…and I was home, right where I belonged.
*****
Marchand
His cock, spent and shrinking, slipped out of my ass, and he collapsed onto the mattress next to me. I knew that I should feel weak after the Olympic-worthy marathon of ass-pounding I’d just endured, but instead every nerve in my body was on fire. It was as if I was breathing for the first time—experiencing all the physical pleasures life had to offer. My senses were heightened. If there was a way to describe it, I’d say it felt like I was waking up from a long slumber.
Exhilarating.
Powerful.
Feeling Gabriel’s essence inside my body caused me to fucking soar.
“Wow,” Gabriel drawled. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a screamer.”
I laughed. “I know! Me either!” Not a lie. “I know I can’t remember more than the last year of my life, but I can undoubtedly say that was the best sex of my life.” The side of my face was still planted against the mattress…the mattress he’d pounded my ass into. Having sex with Dominic had felt more like a…chore. Sex with Gabriel could only be described as life-altering. “I’m not lying, Poppet. You’re damned good at this sex thing. Like…the fucking best.”
“Glad you think so.”
Since my ass still felt on fire from the bucket of cum, he’d dumped inside of me, I couldn’t help but state the obvious. “That was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had. Ever. In my entire life.” I laughed. “I might not remember most of my life but I’m still damn sure that was the fucking best.”
He’d collapsed on his back and tilted his head in my direction. “Same, Darkness. As a witch, I couldn’t even conjure something better than being with you.”
Uh oh—the elephant in the room. I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “Uh, yeah, let’s talk about this whole witch, warlock, and vampire vibe that you’ve got going on.” He looked completely bored with me but didn’t say anything. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m all into role playing or whatever this shit is that you’ve got going on, but I really, really need you to tell me that you know the supernatural world isn’t real. Okay?” The strange look on his face made me keep talking, saying random shit that didn’t make a bit of sense at all. “It’s sexy as fuck, especially the trick you can do that ties me to the bed. I totally love that. Totally.” The muscle in his jaw ticked, and I panicked. “Okay, forget I mentioned it. You’re a witch and I’m a vampire. Warlocks are after me. I may be the bad guy, but you’re gonna fuck the evil out of me. I can go with that.”
