Wickedest Witch (12 page)

“Let’s go to my apartment.”

The words no sooner left her mouth than they were flying through the streets, his bike weaving among the cars in a dangerous dance that exhilarated her.

She sat behind him with her arms wrapped tight around his torso, her lips brushing
his nape, nibbling and kissing until he growled. “You’ll get us both killed.” With that kind of warning, she latched onto his skin, sucking him as he cranked up the speed in a deadly race to get them to her place.

Once there, she led the way up the stairs to her third floor apartment, his electric presence behind her enough to make her legs weak and
wet her already drenched panties.

“Dammit, witch, move faster, or I’m going to take you on these damn stairs.”

Startled at his confession, she whirled to face him. Did she really tempt him that much? The idea both excited and confused her. Men did not find her irresistible. They did not act like savage beasts with no control. Until Ryker.

Blazing eyes of gold, passion hav
ing swept away almost all signs of the less than civilized man, she found herself swept up in a brawny pair of arms. He then proceeded to jog up the rest of the stairs. His macho man act enabled her to resume nibbling the skin along the side of his neck and jaw. She quite enjoyed the little growls he emitted at each nip of her teeth.

“Keys?” he said
, sounding pained in front of her door. Evangeline waved her hand at the portal, which with a few clicks, swung open.

“Nice trick,” he said
, striding in. She used her magic to push the door closed, and just in time, too, because she lost all reason when his lips came down hard over hers, the force and passion behind his embrace overwhelming in its intensity. It was also highly pleasurable.

He unhooked his arm from under her knees and let her legs down
, not that they wanted to hold her weight. Knees weak, Evangeline pressed herself up against his hard length, twining her arms around neck as his wrapped around her, hugging her tight. She moaned into his mouth at the electric feel. Shivered at the bulge pressed against her lower belly.

Pushing her up against the wall
to brace her, Ryker’s hands tugged at her clothes, which took too long to come undone in Evangeline’s impatient mind. With a whisper of magic, she pulled all the stitches out of their garments and the loose fabric dropped to the floor.

“Neat trick,” he chuckled. H
e wasted no time in enjoying their naked status, plastering himself to her, skin to skin. Thank the dark lord, he pinned her to the plaster, holding her up because the friction of his body against hers made her tremble. A boneless mass of sensation, she would have probably slid to the floor. The rough edge of his unshaven jaw scraped across her tender skin as he kissed and licked his way down the middle of her chest. Rough hands cupped her plentiful breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her protruding tips. When he finally sucked a peak in to his mouth? She squealed and clutched at his hair, urging him on, grinding his face against her. He took his time torturing her nipples. Pulling the nubs with his lips. Pinching them with his teeth. Running his tongue over and around them while pressing a muscled thigh between her legs, rubbing it against her core until she writhed.

“Stop teasing me,” she gasped. “And fuck me already.”

“Are you sure? I could do this all day,” he taunted, his warm breath fluttering against her damp nipple.

“I want to come on your cock.”

Magic words it seemed. Instantly, he stopped his foreplay and pressed himself to her, his lips scorching hers in a passionate kiss that stole her breath. She could feel his shaft, a hot, living beast, throbbing against her belly.

“Do you have a condom?” she panted, frantic with need, but not so far gone as to forget protection.

“Shifters can’t get diseases,” was his reply.

Evangeline almost swooned with delight,
because she already knew their different castes precluded pregnancy. And oh how she looked forward to the sinful pleasure of having a man inside her without a latex barrier.

Their lips locked in a kiss that made her blood run molten through her veins. She wanted him desperately. As if sensing her need, his hands cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed before he lifted her off the floor, pressing her back against the wall.
Oh darkness, how she enjoyed his effortless strength. Used to coupling in the standard positions, she found the concept of doing it standing up rather titillating. Not that she needed any more stimulation.

Aloft, with her legs straddling his waist,
she could easily feel his thick head pulsing at the entrance to her sex. She angled her hips with an impatient mewling sound, tired of waiting. When he probed her with the tip, she exhaled a happy sigh.

Slowly, too slowly for her liking, he slid his hard length into her, and Evangeline dug her fingers into the muscles of his shoulder
, awash in sensation.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered in her ear. He didn’t have to tell her twice. She immediately latched her limbs around him tight, which in turn drove him even more deeply into her. She moaned and tensed, her whole body trembling and on the brink.

Thick, rigid, and long, just like the rest of him, he stretched her deliciously. Filled her up. Filled her up and left her craving more. She could sense he held back.

“Bed?” he asked in a pained voice.

“Too far,” she gasped.

He hissed and threw his head back. “I’ll make up for this later, I promise.” With his fingers gripping her ass cheeks
, spreading them, he pumped her tight sheath, long strokes that had her keening and panting. She tried to hold on, to prolong the ecstasy that coursed through her body, but when the tip of his cock found her sweet spot over and over, hitting it, making her shudder, she lost it.

Screaming loudly, she
spasmed around his hard length. Her climax rippled and clung to his driving cock and it wasn’t long before he yelled and shot fiery liquid inside of her.

Oh dark lord
, that was good. More than good. Amazing. Fucking awesome.

Evangeline shuddered
, the pleasure in her refusing to abate. Demanding more.
I wonder how long it takes a shifter to recuperate?
Because she was ready for round two.

Ryker tightened his hold on his little witch when she shuddered, sending a jolt of pure desire right through him. Unbelievably, he could feel himself growing hard again. As if once with her would be enough. He wanted her again, but this time, he would take his time exploring her instead of ravishing her like a savage beast. And for that, he wanted a bed.

Her soft ass cheeks
fit perfectly in his hands, and he squeezed them as he carried her away from the wall where he’d just taken her, no better than a rutting animal in heat. Of course, he hadn’t heard her complaining. On the contrary, she’d reacted to his passion with even more fervor than he’d ever imagined from a woman.

Fuck, is she hot.
And perfect. And sexy.
And mine.

“Where’s your bed?”
He followed the wave of her hand into a room that he didn’t even bother to look at. Who cared about the décor when all he wanted was the big bed in the middle of it?

Not letting their bodies separate, he
placed her on the bed, his ever-hardening cock still nestled inside her moistness.

She looked up at him inquisitively, and with a cat’s smile, licked her lips.

“Witch, you are some kind of naughty.”

“And the problem is?” she asked coyly, lifting her arms above her head, drawing attention to her bountiful tits.

“Have I mentioned I love naughty?” he said before dipping his head to take one of her tempting pink nipples into his mouth.

Her fingers immediately twined in his hair
, yanking roughly at his strands. He growled his appreciation around his mouthful and dammit it she didn’t arch her back, offering her breast up to his mouth. Practically begging him to do more.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

He could tell she wanted to ignore it. She had her eyes clamped tight.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Distracted, he pulled his mouth away from her nub and said, “Don’t you have voicemail?”

“Yes,” she replied through gritted teeth. “But the fact it’s not picking up means someone
with magical means is doing on purpose to get my attention.”

Ryker sighed and rolled off the bed, the sight of her naked splendor enough to make him want to throttle the caller.

Of course, the ringing phone did give him a great view of his shapely witch as she came up off the bed, her creamy flesh inviting as she stalked out to her living room. He swallowed hard as he finally got a good glimpse of her rounded ass.

Now there’s an ass I can’t wait to slap my body up against.
With an erection he could have hung a flag on, he followed her out to her living room area and suppressed a grin when she touched a glowing orb and snapped, “This better be good.”

“My dear Miss Rasputin, so nice to hear your dulcet tones. I was returning your call as requested. Is this a bad time?”

Ryker could hear the suppressed mirth in Rumpelstiltskin’s voice as he baited Evangeline. Judging by the static lifting her hair, she could hear it as well, and her tone when she replied would have frozen even the hardiest of arctic creatures.

“You lied to me about your ex-wife, Rumpel,” she said
, not even deigning to use his full name, annoyed with their employer and unafraid to show it. “Now, you do realize this will mean an increase in my fee?”

“Now, Evangeline, it was an honest mistake. The threat I received was vague and I naturally assumed it had to be Heidi. I realize now the error of that assumption. I will of course increase your fee, especially in light of the new information I’ve received.”

“What new info is that?” asked Ryker, speaking up.

“Oh, I see your partner in this task is there as well. How
delightful.
”

“Get to the point
, would you?” snarled Evangeline. “The wedding is in a few days, in case you hadn’t noticed. I don’t have time to play your stupid games.”

“You really know how to suck all the fun out of things,” said Rumpelstiltskin, sounding disgruntled. “Fine. You need to speak to the vampires. I assume you know where their coven is hidden?”

Who didn’t? For a race that purported it wanted to be left alone, very few people were ignorant of their lair. But then again, why leave home for take-out when they could get delivery?

“You’d better not be fucking with us again, Rumpel.”

“Would I do that?” asked the ugly man in a tone meant to sound hurt. “Try not to let them suck the life out of you.” With a cackle at his own jest, Rumpelstiltskin hung up.

Ryker paced her living room, mentally planning their next move. One did not go into a vamp lair without preparation.

“If we’re going to visit with vamps, I need to hit my place.”

“What for?” she asked
, still frowning at her orb.

“If we’re gonna make nice with blood suckers then we need to impress them. I have an idea. You coming?” he asked.

“I wish,” she said, her voice low and forlorn. Ryker caught her sexual innuendo and for a moment debated saying “Fuck Rumpel” so he could fuck his witch, but then common sense—and an image of all the zeros—brought him back to his senses.

Then again…t
hey didn’t need to leave right this second. Night fall was still a few hours away.

“We have a bit of time,” he said with a wicked smile.

“We really should be prepping for the vamps.”

“
Don’t worry. We’ll be ready by dusk.”

Instead of
telling her what he planned, he just picked her up fireman style—nearly went crossed-eyed at having her delectable bottom so close to his mout
h—
and went off to find her bathroom. Turning on the taps, he stepped back to wait while the water warmed and gave in to temptation and nuzzled her cheeks.

“What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the view.”

“
Liar.”

“
What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m well aware I have a fat ass.”

“I happen to think your ass is perfect.”

“It’s too big.”

“Just right.” He rubbed his cheek against it again. “Witch, if you only knew how many times I’ve imagined you bent over with this perfect ass up in the air, you wouldn’t argue.”

She didn’t, but he g
ot an up close scent and view of her pussy moistening at his words. Not immune to compliments. Good to know.

When the water ran piping hot, he stepped into the shower with her
still draped over his shoulder before he set her down, a slow, sensuous slide down his body that showed her just how much he liked her body. She peeked up at him through coyly fluttering lashes and smiled.

“I am really starting to
like the way you think, shifter. Multi-tasking. Nice,
very
nice.”