Wickedest Witch (21 page)
Authors: Eve Langlais
“I thought we were mated?”
“In the eyes of shifters, but I imagine your mother would appreciate something more traditional.”
“Is this is your obtuse way of asking me to marry you?”
“Oh, please, if I got on my knee, you’d just hurt me. What do you say? Wanna get hitched? White dress, priest, the whole nine yards?”
Evangeline
’s eyes almost bugged out of her head. “Eew! What is wrong with you?”
Howling with laughter, Ryker swung her round again. “Just kidding.”
“Listen, can’t we just live in sin for a while? I’m really not keen on the idea of going through all that,” she said, jerking her head at the castle where the sounds of revelry floated out to them on the terrace.
“Ooh, more sinning,” he said with a leer. “Count me in.”
“Here, put these on before I have to hurt someone else,” she said, handing him the clothes she’d picked up from their hidden emergency stash. Although, personally, she preferred him naked. First things first, though, they needed to let Rumpelstiltskin know they’d succeeded in taking care of the villain just in case he hadn’t heard. Afterwards, she planned to claim every inch of her lover’s luscious body.
As soon as they walked in the door, Rumpelstiltskin cornered them
, a grin creasing his ugly mug. “An excellent job once again by Wicked Incorporated. I’ve had your fee deposited already. Plus, at the requests of your respective mothers, who informed me of your mated status, I’ve thrown in a bonus. Congratulations, I’ve granted you the ability to reproduce with each other.”
Evangeline went still as Rumpel
stiltskin’s words penetrated. “You. Did. What?” she said, using a full lungful of air for each word and taking a menacing step forward.
Rumpel
stiltskin chuckled nervously. “Now, Evangeline, trust me. You’ll thank me for this later.”
“You’re assuming you’re going to survive the next five minutes.”
At her side, Ryker started laughing deep guffaws. In between his mirth, he said, “Dude, if I were you, I’d run, ‘cause I am not stupid enough to try and stop her.”
With an undignified squeak, the ugly
male turned and fled, but not quick enough to escape Evangeline’s revenge. Sucking in an obscene amount of magic, she saw with her magically enhanced eyes the glamor her former employer hid under and she ripped it away.
Then she laughed, for instead of seeing Rumpelstiltskin’s usual gnarly mug, his real form appeared: a six
-foot-something blond Adonis. His face? A chiseled work of perfection, while his muscles rippled through the tattered clothing he’d torn in his sudden growth spurt.
Squeals erupted from a band of nymphs in the corner. “Master, you’ve returned to pleasure us!” Like an ocean of lemurs, they, and others of the female persuasion, came in a rippling wave of hair and pastel colors.
Rumpelstiltskin turned his transformed face to her, a look of horror etched on it. “Now that was just evil.”
Evangeline just crossed her arms over her chest. “
Yes, yes it was. Next time you meddle in someone’s life, ask first. Now I’d suggest you run; it will be twenty four hours before you can put your ugly glamor back on.”
Poor Rumpel
stiltskin, he tried to run, but his new long stride was no match for the determined women who mobbed him. Off they carted him despite his screams to leave him alone.
Ryker’s s
trong arms wrapped around her, and his breath tickled her ear when he said, “Dammit,
heksen
, you are so wickedly hot. Let’s go practice making a baby.”
Her foot slamming his instep didn’t stop him from throwing her over his shoulder and striding through a crowd that didn’t even look twice—after all, at the anti
christ’s wedding, some indiscretions were expected as par for the course.
Twenty Nine
In a palace this size,
Ryker didn’t find it hard to locate an empty room with a bed. He threw her onto the soft mattress. While he locked the door, Evangeline stripped out of her clothes, a fact that made his eyes glow golden with appreciation when he turned around.
Finally naked, she smiled and beckoned to him. He stripped out of his shirt and pants first, his jutting erection bobbing eagerly at her as he strode to the bed.
Laying his body on top of hers, she winced. He rolled off her instantly.
“You’re hurt? Where?” His hands smoothed over skin and not finding anything on her front, he flipped her to her stomach and she heard him suck in a breath.
“It’s just a bruise,” she said.
“You’re
injured,” Ryker growled.
“So kiss it better,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder.
He did, his lips caressing her bruised skin and then moving down her back to the crevice of her ass. He spread her cheeks and thighs, his calloused fingers finding her wet and ready for him.
“Get on your hands and knees. I can’t wait. I need you now.”
Evangeline quickly obeyed, her need for him just as urgent. The head of his cock speared her, its hard length sliding in and filling her up. He grabbed her waist and began pumping her, and Evangeline gasped.
“Don’t.” Thrust. “You.” Pound. “Ever.” Quicker. “Scare me like that again,” he finally said
as he pistoned his hips.
“Same to you,” she panted.
He found her clit with wet fingers and rubbed it until the stimulation was enough to make her scream and send her over the edge. But Ryker wasn’t yet done with her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and she eagerly arched back. “I mean it, witch. You are mine. All mine. And just so you know, this time, I know exactly what I’m doing. I choose you as my mate, every wicked inch of you. For now and always.” He leaned forward, still thrusting, and his sharp teeth found the soft flesh of her nape and bit down, marking her a second time.
Oh, the ecstasy.
With a shuddering cry, she gushed and convulsed in the throes of a major orgasm. Wave after wave of bliss crashed through her body and her vaginal muscles squeezed him tightly. With a final deep lunge and a bellow, he came inside her.
They collapsed on the bed, a heaving mess of naked flesh. She’d never been happier. He rolled to the side and dragge
d her atop him.
“I love you,” he said, his chest rumbling under her cheek.
“I love you too.” She couldn’t believe how easily the words rolled off her tongue and how right they felt.
“Now, before I wash every inch of you with my tongue, I’ve got to ask, because since our fake fight,
people have bombarded me with rumors. Which of them are true?”
“All of them
, of course.”
He tilted her chin up so he could look her in the face and Evangeline grinned, which was so unlike her, but dammit, being around him made her...happy.
“So you did turn Derek into a doormat?” he asked.
“Rat, actually. Jerk dumped me for being too evil.” What a pity the spell only lasted twenty
-four hours.
“Derek was an idiot. You’re just confident, nothing wrong with that. What about the guy you glued to the hood of a police cruiser, naked?”
“Beating up hookers.”
“Grease puddle later identified as Gary Whitecloak?”
“Magical rapist.” Evangeline had set herself up as bait one night, and the look on his face before she turned him into a melted popsicle—priceless.
“I hate to break it to you,” Ryker said after a few more queries about her reputation. “But you’re not evil.”
“What are you talking about?” Evangeline huffed, leaning up on his chest. “I am ruthless and take no shit.”
“Yeah, but from what you’ve told me, everyone’s deserved it. I mean, do you go out and kill innocents?”
“Of course not,” she said, frowning.
“What if they called you a bad name?”
“I have more control than that,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Although, I might make them grovel a bit.”
“See, you’re actually not all that wicked.”
She squirmed up and straddled him. “Take that back. I am the wickedest.”
“In the bedroom maybe.”
“If you tell anyone otherwise, I’ll masturbate and make you watch with no touching.”
His eyes widened in horror. “I take it back. You are the wickedest witch ever. And even better, you’re all mine.”
His words made Evangeline glow and feel all warm and mushy inside. They also made her horny. Good thing he had a lot of stamina, something she made good use of that night, numerous times.
Ryker’s arm curled tight around Evangeline’s plump frame, and he smiled contentedly from their perch on the roof of the library. Halloween night had arrived with clear skies and a rare full moon. Dusk had already fallen and children were out in costumed hordes, their cheerful voices floating up into the night sky.
“Ready?” he asked
, giving her a squeeze.
“Totally,” Evangeline said with a grin. Moving away from Ryker, she put her glamor into place, a hideous crone of a witch replete with a wart and strawlike black hair.
Ryker shuddered. “That is absolutely hideous.”
With a grin that revealed yellowed buckteeth, she cackled. “Your turn.”
Ryker’s body rippled and out sprang his black panther. With gloves on, lest he disrupt her magic, she gave her beast a quick scratch that had him purring, then she pulled out the harness they’d had specially made and strapped the baby saddle to Ryker’s transformed back. She plopped their daughter—Mortika—into the customized seat.
Impending motherhood had initially been a cruel shock—she’d gone on a rampage that had done wonders for her already evil reputation and brought in a flood of jobs for Wicked Incorporated.
Lucky for the mortals, she’d not done much permanent damage during her pregnancy. They
really
hadn’t been kidding about those mood swings.
Once she’d gotten over the anger and morning sickness—something that had made Rumpel
stiltskin leave town in terror—the birth of her daughter had turned into a surprisingly fulfilling experience. There was nothing like seeing one’s own flesh and blood performing her first evil deed—wiggling chubby little fingers to steal another child’s lollipop. And she became her father’s pride and joy when she turned into a frisky, sharp-clawed kitten.
Now, to
Evangeline’s delight, she was about to introduce her daughter to a yearly tradition—ruining Halloween.
“Remember
, sweetie,” Evangeline said to her blue-eyed vixen who clapped her chubby hands in glee. “The important thing is to have fun at the expense of others.”
Watching with a smile as Ryker bounded among the costumed children, their daughter giggling away, Evangeline felt her heart swell. She might still be the Wickedest Witch, but dammit, against all odds, she’d found true love, and she’d do
anything
—even kill—to keep it.
The End
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