Wickedest Witch (18 page)

With her hands held tightly above her head, he tortured her breasts, having noticed
their sensitivity. His lips caught one bud tightly and he rolled it, abrading the sensitive nub against his teeth. He opened his mouth wide and took her tit in his mouth, sucking on her and gradually feeling her tense, fighting motions relax as he continued his ministrations. Evangeline moved against him, her hips arching.

At the sound of a moan, he stopped his delicious calming measures.

“As I was saying...” She tensed slightly beneath him. He looked into her heavy-lidded eyes and saw her watching him warily. “My beast has never wanted to mark a woman until it met you.”

“Not even Vivian?” She spoke tentatively and then seemed surprised at her question.

“Only you. I admit, I never expected my beast would react so strongly when it found our mate. Nor was I prepared for how overwhelming the need would be to claim you when we came together that first time.”

“So you didn’t actually want me?” Her voice seemed oddly subdued and he wanted to gnash his teeth.
I’m saying this all wrong, dammit.

He rubbed his hardness against her. “Does that feel like I don’t want you?”

“So, it’s just sex?”

Ryker didn’t know what to answer. He wanted to scream, “No, I fucking love you, you stubborn twit,” but his mother’s warning
about Evangeline being scared of her feelings for him tempered his response. “I think we both can’t deny that our bodies are in complete harmony. Maybe when we get to know each other better, something else will develop.”

She gnawed her lip. “What does being your mate mean then, other than fucking a lot?”

Ryker controlled his surprise at how her question seemed accepting of the situation. “We are exclusive to each other. I touch and desire no one else and neither do you.” Or else he and his beast would tear the other man to pieces.

“I can handle that. I am not moving in with you though,” she scowled.

Yet,
thought Ryker. If she thought she’d be sleeping alone ever again, then he’d soon disabuse her of that notion. “Fine. Anything else you want to ask?”

He could still see a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but he couldn’t figure out what he’d done wrong. She’d stopped fighting him. She’d accepted their mated state, more or less. What had he forgotten?

“Am I going to turn furry on the full moon now that you’ve bitten me?”

Ryker roared with laughter. “Sorry, my sweet
heksen
. You’re still one hundred percent witch. Contrary to popular belief, shifters are born, not created. Any other questions?”

“Yeah, when are you going to shut the fuck up and take care of your mate? You’ve tortured my body enough, don’t you think?”

Ryker got the hint and set himself to the task of pleasing his mate.

*

Why aren’t I killing him?

He’d admitted to marking her because he’d lost control. But he didn’t love her. Although
, he did imply something could grow given they already enjoyed an unhealthy—yet pleasurabl
e—
obsession with each other’s bodies.
Why do I feel sad it’s just about good sex? It’s what I wanted, right? I mean it’s not as if I wanted him to profess love for me or something. I’m a witch, and an evil one to boot. Who’d be stupid enough to fall in love with me?

Pathetic. Just pathetic.
So what did she do instead of reaching for a knife to slit his throat? She let him believe they could try and work at the whole mated thing. And maybe, a teensy tiny part of her allowed itself to hope that one day, he could feel something for her, something like her sister had with Christopher.

Closing her eyes and letting the sensual feel of his tongue and hands caress her body, so sweetly and reverently, she could almost pretend this shifter, this man she’d fought so hard against, did love her. When his cock slid into her wet pussy and his eyes caught hers, she could almost fool herself into thinking the soft, yet possessive look in his eyes might
mean something.

Her climax claimed her fast and hard and he quickly followed suit, bellowing her name before going rigid above her. Rolling so he lay on his back with her sprawled on top of him, he stroked
the tendrils of hair from her face. For a moment, he seemed on the verge of saying something, but he clamped his lips tight.

Disappointment tried to worm its way through her. She bitch
-slapped it back behind her stubborn wall of indifference.

“What now?” she asked.

“I wish we could lie in bed, screwing all day, but your sister’s wedding is tomorrow and we still have no idea what’s going on with Rumpelstiltskin’s daughter.”

Evangeline frowned. “I
’m really getting annoyed with this case. It feels as if we’re being jerked around, and at this point, I don’t know where else to look or who to torture.”

“So we do
things the hard way.”

“Which is?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Keep our eyes open, and when trouble hits, fight back fast, hard, and dirty. You in, witch?”

Evangeline
’s lips tilted into a smile. “You know, sometimes I really admire the way you think. I’m definitely in. We’ll make them sorry they ever decided to mess with Wicked Incorporated and her big pussycat.”

He pretended affront and said, “Hey,
I’m more than just a handsome sidekick,” which quickly turned into an, “Aah, yes, whatever you say, just don’t stop,” as she fought his sudden tickle attack with her tongue and hands in sensitive places.

At the moment of her
climax, she happened to peer up at him and lost herself in the heated gaze of his golden glowing eyes. She couldn’t help the thought that ran through her mind as he came with a final, hard thrust.
Big, powerful, and ...mine.

Ryker woke to a raging hard-on caused by one wicked witch who’d positioned herself between his legs.

“Have a nice nap?” she purred, wrapping her hands around his thick shaft. Her bright green eyes regarded him mischievously as she poised her lips above his mushroomed head.

Now there’s something I wouldn’t mind seeing every morning.
He lost all coherent thought when she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, licking it lavishly like the yummiest of ice cream cones.

“I was thinking about the job,” she said, stopping her delicious ministrations. “And I think I’ve come up with a plan.”

“Sure.” Without even hearing it, Ryker was prepared to agree, anything to get her back on track and continuing what she’d started with her mouth.

Her lips widened in a smile. “Aren’t you the least bit curious about my plan?”

“
Heksen,
you’ve got my cock in your hand and your mouth is an inch away. The only thing I’m curious about right now is how deep you can take me.”

She eyed his length as if calculating, an up close perusal that made a drop of c
um pearl at the tip of his shaft. Her tongue darted out and lapped it up, and Ryker couldn’t help groaning.

“So anyway, I thought since we have no idea what to expect, we should
try a bait and switch.”

Ryker
peered at her with hooded eyes. “Witch, I told you we’ll do whatever you want. Just suck me.”

“Like this?”

Ryker let out a shout and he dug his fingers into the sheets when she enveloped him in—completely. Her lips slid down, down, down the length of his shaft, unhesitating. She didn’t stop until she touched the skin at the base. Her throat convulsed around his cock, so deep had she taken him, a hot, tight, and wet feeling that had him trembling in his attempt not to cum.

Slowly, her lips slid back up until, with a pop, she pulled her mouth off his cock. “Okay, now that your curiosity about my deep
-throating abilities has been assuaged, let me tell you the rest of my plan.”

Too aroused and stunned to speak, he listened as she outlined her plan. Brilliant, yet possibly dangerous, he had to admit it would probably give them their best shot.

“I don’t like the fact you’re placing yourself in danger,” he growled.

She replied with a hard suck on his swollen head
, which made his eyes roll back in his head.
Holy fuck, she’s good.

Coming up for air, she said, “I’ll be fine. Besides, my big
, bad kitty won’t let anything happen to me.”

His beast roared in agreement, and Ryker silently echoed.
No one will hurt my witch or I’ll fucking kill them.

“Now, we only have a little bit of time before I’ve got to get ready to go, so lie back and get ready to scream my name.”

Ryker’s hips bucked as her lips covered him again, the wet tightness of her mouth so erotic around his throbbing rod. She worked him fast. She sucked him hard. Ryker’s head thrashed from side to side and his fingers dug into the mattress, tearing the sheet in his pleasure.

“I’m gonna c
um,” he managed to gasp, hoping she would stop so he could sink into her velvety softness, but instead, she gripped him more tightly, her sucking action never pausing.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. He found her watching him, the wildness and arousal he could see in her eyes pushing him over the edge. Like a volcano, he shot his load, and she took it, every last drop. Then she swallowed, which blew Ryker away.

I am
never
letting her go.

*

The smoking look in Ryker’s eyes when he came made Evangeline cream hard. She swallowed the hot juice that belonged to him uniquely.

I wish this could last forever. I’ve never felt like this about a man before.

With a smile and a lick of her lips, she went to get off the bed, but found herself flat on her back instead with a heavy body crushing hers.

“Hold onto the headboard,” he growled.

Evangeline thought about arguing that she needed to shower and get ready, but the wild glow in his eyes promised pleasure, and her body needed release. Craved it.

She wrapped her fingers around the bars of her headboard. Ryker gave her a wicked smile before kneeling between her legs and spreading them wide.

“Sooo sweet,” he whispered. Then he lifted her up and feasted on her.

He started out by nibbling her soft inner thighs, light, butterfly caresses that had her quickly panting, but unable to squirm in his firm grasp. The feel of his warm breath across her sensitive lower lips made her gasp.

“Ryker, please.” She pleaded with him, too aroused to wait.

“Is
this
what you want?” he asked. His hot mouth opened wide and he took her, his tongue spreading her lips and lapping at the moistness within.

“Yes,” she screamed, her fingers turning white where she gripped the bars tight.

He tortured her, his agile tongue licking her and flicking her clit. He alternated with sucking her and stabbing his tongue inside her, driving her wild with his mouth.

Evangeline
’s head thrashed from side to side, and she couldn’t stop moaning, so close to the edge did he bring her.

“Come for me,
heksen,
” he whispered against her sex before plunging three fingers inside, unerringly finding her g-spot and rubbing it. When he applied his tongue to her clit again while pumping her with his fingers, she lost it.

Pelvic muscles clenching, she came screaming as wave after wave of bliss crashed through her. And still he tortured her. His tongue flicked faster on her clit and his fingers kept rubbing her. Barely finished with her first orgasm, she went over the edge again, the ecstasy so overwhelming she blacked out for a moment.

Finally, he let her go. Laying himself alongside her, he cradled her in his arms, his lips lightly brushing her temple with kisses.

“
That’s
just a teaser,” he whispered to her. “Once the wedding is done and the plan executed successfully, I’m going to make love to you and make you cum so many times, you literally won’t be able to walk.”

Evangeline shuddered in his arms, which he tightened around her in a warm embrace she never wanted to leave.

Fuck me.
She didn’t know when it happened or how. But she could deny it no longer.

I think I fell in love.
Nah. It was probably just the after glow from sex. Wicked witches did not love big, dumb cats. Even if they purred.

The eight hour difference between the
United States and St. Petersburg meant they had to be showered and ready to go by four AM. They’d used the few hours they had left before to hash out the details of Evangeline’s plan and to meet with Rumpelstiltskin to ensure he was on board.

With a hard kiss, Ryker admonished her to be careful, a warning that had her eyes widen in surprise then soften in a look he’d rarely seen.
It shocked him to realize that something so minor as showing he cared about her would make her react. If only she knew how much she meant to him. For a moment, he almost blurted it out loud, however, surrounded by chattering strangers, on the verge of completing their mission was hardly the time to declare his love. He kept silent, but kissed her again even though she hissed at him to behave.