kate storm 04 - witches dont back down (11 page)

A little shiver went down my spine. I find Ash's hellfire to be incredibly sexy. Ash alone is enough to ignite my libido. He doesn't have to be doing anything either. Ash standing. Ash sitting. Just Ash. He's amazing. But when you add in a little hellfire as well? Big happy sigh.

I was like a pinball machine at an arcade. Ash plus hellfire equaled my high score and all my lights going off.

"Tell you what?" I had no idea what Ash could possibly be angry about.

"About the Nymph using black magic and using you for something. About someone being in Aunt Tabitha's house." The orange and red flames grew taller and taller. My heart beat faster. "About Lana Jacobs. About someone trying to hurt your business."

Oh.

I hadn't mentioned Aunt Tabitha at the bar. Clearly, Al had been quite chatty today.

I also thought Ash had gotten over his upset. He'd told me he was mad when we were at
Got Fangs?,
but I thought he was over it.

I was oh-so-wrong.

"I. Um. I didn't . . ." I didn't know what to say.

I wasn't afraid of Ash or his hellfire. When he got upset he flamed up. That's what demons do.

I can make someone gassy with a twitch of my wand. Morgan drinks blood. Ash catches on fire when he feels strongly about something.

We all have our quirks.

I just wasn't sure what to say to Ash.

He was right. One hundred percent. We are in a relationship together and if something bad was going on in his life and he didn't tell me about it, I'd be mad. And hurt.

I understood his point. I knew he was right. And I should apologize.

Got it.

But I didn't want to apologize. At least not yet.

I was in the wrong and I thought Ash should punish me for it. And then afterwards I would apologize. Sincerely. Because I certainly didn't mean to hurt him.

I loved him. And right now I was also incredibly turned on.

My reaction to his hellfire is actually Ash's fault. Whether he knew it or not, he'd been conditioning my inner witch to react to his flames. Ash doesn't light up just when he's angry. It happens when he's aroused too. I was like one of Pavlov's dogs. Now when Ash got hot, so did I.

"You're right." I told him. "I should have said something to you right away."

Ash's shoulders relaxed and the flames started to die down.

No. No. Not yet.

I licked my lips and lowered my lids. "And I think you should punish me for it."

Yes, I was behaving badly. I'm sure there were any number of relationship rules I was breaking. Things I should be saying to maintain a healthy partnership between us.

Screw it.

I was a cursed witch in love with the king of demons. We'd make our own way.

The deck door was shut. Al was watching TV. And my neighbors couldn't see onto my deck. Perfect.

The flames came roaring back to life on Ash's shoulders. This time they were sapphire flames with scarlet tips. A sure sign of his passion.

"Kate." Ash narrowed his eyes. A distinct warning in his voice.

It only added to my excitement.

I'd never thought of myself as a kinky witch before Ash. After I found out about his sin, I figured his sin of lust was behind my naughty urges. Nope. Turns out it's all me. His sin might bring it out more, but the desires and wants are all mine.

Yeah baby.

"Ash." I countered. I crossed my arms over my chest. It just so happened, the movement pushed my breasts up and center.
Oops
.
My bad.

Ash's eyes zeroed in like a laser.

The flames on his shoulders multiplied and started crawling down his chest and arms.

"Cast a spell, Kate." He said as he took the two steps needed to close the distance between us.

I put Flame Away on every morning, but I needed my magic to keep
every
part of me safe from his hellfire. The more intimate parts.

I cast my spell.

Ash wrapped his hands around my shoulders and lifted me up and into his body.

I grabbed hold of his shoulders. As soon as I touched his tattoo, the mark of his sin, the lines began to move. They swirled upwards, seeking out my touch, my hand. They curled around my wrist and caressed their way up my forearm. His sin never hurt me. It didn't burn or scald the way I expected a sin to do. It simply embraced me and held me to its lines, to Ash's body. Almost like a cage. One I never wanted to escape.

I arched into his wide chest, pressing my breasts to him. Lifting my legs, I spread them and wrapped them around his waist.

I didn't worry about my weight.

Ash is an incredibly strong demon.

He let go of my shoulders and cupped my ass. I wiggled.

Ash leaned his head down until our foreheads touched. "Bad Kate."

Yes. Yes I was.

In his arms, I embraced it.

I slid the hand caught in his sin down from his shoulder to inside his vest and over his pec. His sin followed my every move.

Using my other hand, I undid the tie holding his vest together and shoved both sections of his vest wide open in order to touch as much of Ash as possible. Ash has muscles on his muscles. Well-developed, totally ripped and the right side of body builder bulging. His muscles flexed and rolled and rippled enticingly under my touch.

Hellfire encased his entire upper torso now. Deep blue flames danced over his skin, over my skin and between us.

It brought all of my nerve endings to life.

One big hand reached up and cupped my breast. I moaned. Ash growled.

He caught my tight nipple between two fingers and tugged. Gently. Then harder.

"Don't tease, Ash." It always amazed me how quickly I went from simmer to a full-on out of control fire with Ash.

"But, Kate, you've been very bad."

Oh, Sweet Spirits.

The dominant demon was out in full force.

13. Demon Kings Rock.

My legs turned weak and I started to slide downward.

Ash immediately caught me with both hands under my ass. He lifted me higher, turned and sat down in one of the wicker chairs.

My wicker chairs had arms which had the unfortunate effect of pushing my legs up. My heels stood out at a funny angle behind Ash's back.

I would have complained–I'm not the most limber of witches–except Ash pushed up with his hips and pressed my chest forward at the same time.

His hard cock hit me right where I wanted it.

We both groaned.

And I completely forgot about my legs.

"You have on too many clothes," Ash whispered against my lips. He kissed me hard.

I agreed. I didn't know where his vest went. He wasn't wearing it and I didn't remember removing it. I needed to play catch up.

I yanked my shirt over my head, leaving me in my support bra.

I had a brief moment's recognition that I was sitting on Ash's lap. Things tend to bunch up a bit when I sit. Things like my stomach.

I lowered my hands, planning to hold them in front of my bunched bits.

Ash said, "Take it off."

His amber-swirled eyes were locked onto my large breasts so I knew just what he meant.

I promptly forgot about skin bunching and reached behind me to undo the hooks.

Support bras are not meant for sissies.

They are made of heavy duty material with strategic seams and underwire and the hooks are powerful pieces of hardware.

They're designed to hold a witch in and up.

The moment I released the hooks my breasts swung out and downward.

Ash reached up. He cupped my breasts with his big hands, lifting them back up. He leaned forward, wrapped his firm lips around a nipple and started to suck.

I was surrounded with hellfire. Lost in sensation. Caught in a rising tide of pure wanton desire.

I pushed Ash's head wrap off and slid my fingers into his silky hair, kneading his scalp like a cat.

He tugged harder on my nipple, creating pulses in my womb. Pulses that tightened and spiraled closer and closer together.

I would have worried I was getting way ahead of the game, except I was sitting in Ash's lap.

His cock was hard and pressed insistently between my legs.

But I wanted more.

So I grabbed his horns.

Ash's demon horns are not very large. They're about the size of a half-dollar at the base, pewter grey and a few inches long. They're smooth and slightly cool to the touch.

And it drives Ash crazy when I touch them.

Demon horns are a totally erogenous zone.

I pumped my hands slowly up and down, wiggling my ass over his cock at the same time.

Ash let go of my nipple. "Kate," he warned.

I ran my tongue over my lower lip, smiled slowly and pumped again.

That did it.

Ash lifted me, caught the back of my jeans in his hand and yanked downward. Ripping the material as he went.

Like I said, Ash is very, very strong. He could easily hurt me if he wasn't careful.

Ash was always careful with me. Even during the times when he wasn't quite as careful.

He moved his hand to the front of my jeans and ripped the seam there as well. Leaving me with jean chaps and my ass and V totally exposed.

Ash put his hand between my legs, moving and jerking his hand, but never touching me where I wanted him to. Where I so desperately needed him to.

I was ready to yank on his horns when I felt the brush of something hard, hot, smooth and very broad.

I knew what that was. One of my favorite parts of Ash's body.

Ash had been undoing his pants.

I used to think Ash's cock was too big. And a bit scary.

He has a ring of hard nubs around the tip of his cock. At first sight, they're slightly intimidating.

Different.

Now I know they're meant to rub and generally drive a witch crazy.

I couldn't wait to go crazy.

Ash wasn't too big for me. He was perfect for me. And I was perfect for him.

Ash started to lower me down.

I didn't need any more foreplay. I'd been wet since the moment he flamed up.

The head of his cock hit me just off center. Ash shifted my body and the moment he was in position, he pulled me down hard.

I think I screamed. I'm not really sure.

My world exploded in color and feeling. Mini fireworks went off behind my eyelids.

"Open your eyes, Kate. Look at me."

I opened my eyes, but my eyelids slid shut again. The pleasure so intense, any additional stimulation to my senses was hard to process. It took several tries, but I finally got my eyes to stay open.

Ash's eyes swirled with amber sparks.

"Promise me, Kate. Promise me you'll tell me when something bad happens." Ash moved one hand up my spine and under my curls. He cupped the back of my head with his big hand and pulled my head back so I was looking directly at him. So there wouldn't be any misunderstanding. "You're not alone anymore. You don't have to fight every battle by yourself. Let me in."

Sweet Glinda, he was as far in as he could possibly go, but I knew what he meant.

I'm not a very trusting witch. I have issues. Lots of issues. And I wasn't great at sharing those issues.

I'd work on it.

Because I sure as hell didn't plan to have a discussion about it right now.

"Okay." It came out more of a whisper. I'd lost most of my breath and all of my voice the moment Ash thrust inside me.

Luckily, Demons have super senses. I wasn't sure I was going to get my voice back any time soon.

Ash stared at me for a few more seconds.

I wiggled enthusiastically.

He groaned, let go of my head, cupped my hip again and lifted me up.

He held me there for just a second and then he jerked me back down again. Hard.

Lifted me up. Jerked me back down.

Again. And again. And again.

The entire time he kept his eyes locked on mine.

Everything else faded away.

My world narrowed down until there was nothing, but Ash inside me, his amber eyes, and the pleasure building and building.

Like a Tsunami starting from a small wave and growing bigger and bigger in both size and force until it hit land and erupted.

Ash lifted me up one more time and I exploded on the downward thrust.

I don't know if he exploded with me or not.

I'm not sure I cared.

I don't remember much after that.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting sideways in Ash's lap. With my legs over the arm of the wicker chair and my head resting on his shoulder.

I used to consider it bad form when I would pass out after having an orgasm with Ash.

Now I simply go with it.

The demon love of my life can make me pass out with pleasure.

Woo Hoo.

I was completely sated. Limbs utterly relaxed. Breathing almost normal. I didn't even want to
think
of moving for the next half hour.

Ash sighed and cuddled me closer. "I think Al's show is over. He just got down from the couch."

I was up and out of his arms in less than a second.

I know Al knows what Ash and I do in the privacy of our bedroom. Or deck. But I tried to be as sensitive about it as I could.

Which meant I wrapped a blanket from the back of one of the chairs around my body toga style, tossed my ruined clothes over the edge of the deck railing and opened up a storage bench to grab some room spray.

"Are you sure that's necessary?" Ash waved his hand in front of his face and coughed.

I picked his vest up from the floor and tossed it at him. "Chihuahuas have extremely sensitive noses."

"I know that, but we're outside. Any smells will be gone in a few minutes."

I continued spritzing and spraying.

"I know, but Al will be at the door and wanting to come out in less time than that."

Ash grabbed my hand with the deodorizer. "Kate, Al knows we're together. He knows we make love."

My heart pitter-patted for a moment.

Make love. Ash said
make love
. Not sex. I knew Ash loved me. He told me daily. He showed me in countless ways how much he cared for me.

But I'm a hopelessly romantic witch. I have to be since I'm both cursed to Fail in Love, and yet match make for a living.