Hex and the Single Witch (Vehicle City Vampires) (20 page)

“No wonder there
is such animosity between them...and wait, power in a name? I thought that only
happened with demons for summoning purposes?”

“We’re not
really sure what Roark was. He was more than human to begin with. He was born
after his father became head of the vampire council,” Mel said quietly.

“You mean he was
born a vampire? I thought born vampires were things of myth and legend, the
only born vampires are half-breeds, or mutts?” I asked in shock.

“Well, Roark was
a half-breed. He was born to his vampire father and something else. His mother
was neither human nor vampire, but no one really seems to know what she was or
what happened to her. Roark was raised by his father. Conjecture says Roark was
half-demon and after his birth his mother went back to her own dimension and
left Roark to be raised by his father.”

“So, if Roark
was part demon…”

Mel finished my
thought, “Then he has a true name kept a secret so he could not be summoned.”

“But Galen
killed him, right?” I asked not really wanting to hear what I knew Mel was
going to say.

“Yeah, Galen
killed the vampire, but no body, not even any ashes, was ever found. If Roark
was really part demon, he could have transcended to the demon dimension when
his vampire body died on this plane.”

“I was afraid you
were going to say that. Shit, do you think Devlin knows his real name? To
summon him back to this plane?”

“Wyn, this line
of thought is moving into dangerous territory. I didn’t even want to consider
this, to consider a vampire-demon hybrid exists, let alone could be brought
back to this plane…and by Devlin. I’ve always dismissed him as a buffoon. This
line of thinking is getting real scary, Wyn. We don’t even know what kind of
demon he is, so we have no idea what we’re dealing with here.”

“Do you think Roark,
or Devlin with Roark’s help, could be behind the murders?” I asked, needing to
know if I was going crazy, or if Mel really thought this was possible.

“Devlin is cruel
but he’s always been a coward, he’s not that smart, and he doesn’t have the
magick it would take to do this. Plus, he’s a council lackey. If he went
against the grain, the council would boot him in a heartbeat. He’d lose his
comfy little illusion of having a power position, something he would not want
at all. He likes being comfortable. Without the council I don’t think he’d be
able to do all this . His family money was gone over a century ago.”

“But what if he
had Roark’s power? Or what if he thought he wouldn’t need the council once he
brought the demon Roark back?” I was becoming increasingly agitated, I needed
to see Galen. I needed… something other than to be in the car by myself as the
sun rose.

“Wyn, I just
don’t know. We’re talking about a lot of ifs and craziness based on conjecture
when we have no idea if the stories are even based in fact.”

“I don’t know
Mel, something tells me we should take a closer look at Devlin, if only to
follow up on the ifs and maybes.”

“We can do that,
I just hope we’re not wasting time. Anyway, you still need to stop and see me
when you get here okay? I’ve got some other stuff I need to talk to you about
and I really have to be able to show you on the computer while I explain it to
you.”

“Sure, I’ll be
there in about an hour or so.”

Chapter 26

I decided to
skip the errands and go straight to the offices of the P.I.T crew. Located in a
building behind the offices of the “regular” Flint Police Department, they
tried to keep things as separate as possible so the “normals” didn’t get riled
up by the goings on of “Others.” Segregation all over again.

I parked in the
employee parking lot and went around to the back door to try and avoid Malone.
I wasn’t ready to go over my vision yet, needed to talk with Mel first. I snuck
down the back stairs and headed to Mel’s office.

As I made my way
down the stairs time slowed and turned gooey, like moving through a thick
sticky bubble underwater. Something hot and thick coated my skin and left me
feeling…altered. I forced myself to move forward, push through the bubble so I
could get to Mel’s workroom and find out what the hell was going on.

I forced my body
through the viscous bubble and felt a magickal pop. I stood in Mel’s doorway
adjusting to the change in atmospheric pressure. Even my eyes adjusted, it felt
like they were coated in a weird residue. I blinked and blinked again as bodies
and motions came into focus.

Oh. My. Goddess.

Mel was on top
of one of her long worktables, dress hiked up around her waist, legs spread
wide while a dark skinned man thrust in and out of her fiercely. As my eyes
adjusted more I realized the man was Jessel, one of Satinka Tala’s Guardians—a
vampire.

His deep thrusts
were met with Mel’s moans of pleasure. She obviously enjoyed herself. How could
she not? The man was very, very well endowed and gorgeous, in a dangerous way.
His head was shaved bald, tattoos covered what I could see of his back and
arms, and strong powerful muscles rippled everywhere.

I stood there
and watched, completely transfixed by the erotic scene playing out in front of
me. My lower body tightened with need. I was suddenly overcome with such desire
I could barely stand, yet I was rooted to the spot. Watching. Wanting.

Jessel’s smooth
and velvety dark skin looked like rich dark chocolate and the contrast of his
dark skin against Mel’s cappuccino cream flesh was arousing—to say the least.
His large ebony shaft plunged in and out of her wet folds, plunging, thrusting
so deep inside her I wanted to scream. My body shook as their moans and grunts
turned stronger, louder, as he pushed into her harder, faster, deeper.

Goddess help me,
if I didn’t get out of there I’d come right along with them.

I fled Mel’s
office. This time there wasn’t a sticky bubble to push through. But I could
still feel the remnants of the substance on my skin. It tingled with heat.

I ran up the
stairs and straight into Malone’s office.

He stood by his
desk holding his cell phone, a look of surprise lit up his face as I ran in and
slammed the door behind me.

The sound of the
click filled the room as the lock engaged behind me. We stared at each other
for a breathless moment.

Then I made a
move toward him. He gazed at me warily as he put down the phone.

“What’s wrong
Anwyn?” he asked me, couldn’t hide anything from this cop.

“Nothing’s
wrong? Why do you ask?” I tried to act calm, but my voice came out breathy and
deeper than usual.

“You’re flushed,
out of breath, and you have a wild look in your eyes. Something is going on.”
He backed up as I moved closer.

I laughed. “Why
Mike Malone, you’re not afraid of little ol’ me, are you?”

“Afraid of you,
no. Afraid for you, maybe. Such strange stuff has been going o…”

I silenced him
with myself. I threw my small body at his large frame and ended up in his arms.
I wrapped my legs around his torso and wrapped my arms around his shoulders
pulling his face toward mine while he sputtered something along the lines of “what
the hell.” I pressed my lips to his and thrust my tongue into his mouth,
tasting him, relishing his aroma, wanting him so very bad.

He stood very
still, just holding me for a moment and letting me do what I would do to him.
He seemed lost in thought, probably about me.

I think his
man-ness won over good sense because he turned around and sat us down on the
small sofa so I ended up on his lap. He responded to my kisses and pushed forth
with his own as his hands rucked up my skirt and shoved aside the tiny thong
covering the wet entrance to my body.

He caressed my
heated flesh while I fumbled between us trying to find his zipper. His fingers
slid around my moist center dipping into me, making me moan and wriggle against
him.

I hastily
unzipped his pants, fighting through the jumble of tucked in shirt and
underwear to find a length of hard steel buried amid the fabric. His cock
throbbed and pulsed in my hand. Hard, so ready.

I pushed his
hands out of the way and positioned him just right…then impaled myself. His
smooth hardness easily slid into my wetness, a perfect fit.

He didn’t move
underneath me as we stared at each other for an endless silent moment. His dark
blue eyes filled with shock and surprise, but quickly replaced with desire as I
started moving on top of him.

Mighty Goddess,
he felt sooo good. He finally began to move under me. He thrust into me slow,
hitting the most delicious places on my body, as I slid down, deeper, farther,
the sensation sent me spiraling into a cataclysm of immensely pleasurable
proportions.

“My God, Anwyn,
you are so tight, so hot and so wet,” he moaned against my neck, into my hair. “This
is so amazing. I never thought I’d actually be able to have you, to feel you. I
have dreamed of this…”

I silenced him
with a kiss again. I didn’t want to think, I just wanted to feel. To feel this
man deep inside me, to feel the pleasure he could give me.

I rode him hard
but slow, relishing in the moment, savoring every second he was inside me as my
pleasure built…and built until I hovered on the edge, ready to fall… and then I
did.

I fell hard.

The orgasm hit
me with such force I reared back and let out a loud moaning wail, forgetting we
were in the middle of the P.I.T department as the intensity overtook me. I
ground my pelvis against him as he continued to thrust fast and hard.

He held me tight
as he leaned me back and rocked himself forward. His hips rose from the sofa
pushing into me while I came around him, clenching him from within, pulsing,
soaking him with my pleasure.

As I shuddered
and shivered he picked me up and off his cock then laid me on the sofa where he
quickly covered my body with his, slid his big shaft back inside me and began a
steady pumping of his hips, plunging hard and fast into me as I moaned and met
his thrusts with my own.

His cock
continued to piston in and out of me while another wave of pleasure crashed
over me. My body tightened and clenched, it pulsed and shivered as I collided
with pleasure head first. Lights blinded me as fireworks went off behind my
eyelids. He drew close, and I knew he would come soon. I held him tight,
wrapping my legs around his waist, with a need to feel his liquid heat spill
inside me.

His thrusts grew
erratic and his moans deep and heavy until his body joined mine in euphoria.

Heat filled me
and as his cock twitched and pulsed inside me, I came again and again, smaller
orgasms than the first two, yet still intensely satisfying.

We lay there for
I didn’t know how long, just breathing and enjoying the satiation.

Then my mind
gradually came out of the sex induced fog and I had to wonder, what the fuck
just happened?

Chapter 27

Like waking from
a deep sleep, from one of those intense, feels so real dreams, only this one
had been a very sexy dream.

But as I
assessed the situation I quickly ascertained it had not been a dream.

Nope, definitely
not a dream considering Mike Malone’s semi-hard penis still nestled snuggly
inside me.

Holy shit! I
just had sex with Mike Malone. At work! In his office!

And I was
half-naked on his sofa with him between my legs.

How the hell did
this happen?

One minute I’d
been going to see Mel… then something happened…crap on a witch’s broomstick!
The bubble thing I walked through—it had to have been some kind of spell.

“Mike, Mike.” I
pushed at him. All I got from him was a soft snore. Men. “Mike,” I said louder
as I kicked his butt with my heal which made his cock shift inside me and sent
tingles of pleasure soaring through me all over again. Damn. “MIKE!”

“What,
whe…Anwyn?” Suddenly he bolted upright pulling his body up and away from mine.
The look of shock on his face confirmed my suspicion. It had been a spell. He
stood up and then just stood there looking at me.

His beautiful
cock jutted out, hard as steel once again, wet and shiny from our combined
pleasure. As I stared at it my body clenched and tightened, wanting it back
where it had been just moments before.

Ignoring the
heat coursing through me, though I was sure I couldn’t hide the blush staining
my cheeks, I stood up and smoothed my skirt down.

He looked so
lost. “I don’t know what to say, Anwyn. I’m sorry if I took advantage of you.
I...uh…I…shit. What the hell happened? I mean I know we just had sex, amazing
sex. I remember all of it. I’m just kinda fuzzy on how we got there to begin
with.”

“Mike, I am
sorry, I attacked you. I went to Mel’s and she was having sex with Jessel and
there was this bubble thing that I walked through. Then I got so hot and horny
I ran up here and locked us in.” It all came out in a rush. I tried to slow
down because I wasn’t sure if he was following. “Mike, I think we’ve been
spelled again.”