Witch’s Concubine (2 page)

“By what right?”

“Ancient law.” She narrowed her gaze. “You know very little of witches for someone who spends all his time bedding them.”

“And you are as naïve as you are aroused if you believe everything you hear about me,” he whispered. “I smell your arousal, dragon witch. Take what you want and leave.”

Beads of pre-cum trickled from the thick, bulbous tip of his cock. She licked her lips and snagged her thoughts from their errant path. Her pussy clenched, moistened by the sudden lust projected within his aura. Negotiation first. Play second.

“Three months service.”

“One week,” he responded. “I tire of fucking a witch after the first night. Anything more than seven is dull at best.”

“Perhaps you’re not as legendary as I heard after all.” The challenge was met with a flicker of amusement glinting in his eyes. “Perhaps you enjoy the chains searing your flesh.”

Lush lips curved into a wicked grin. “Be careful what you wish for, fire sprite, because this vampire has no qualms about playing rough.”

Awareness spread through her limbs, rushing power into her fingertips. Flames danced on the wall behind Dmitri. “Two months is my final offer.”

“And you’d allow a blood contract during that entire time? You’d let my fangs sink into you when I fucked you so hard you passed out. You’d take my cock however I wished you to because I, fire sprite, would determine how you get fucked.”

The statements rattled her resolve. The sheer dominant nature of his words proved their truth. With him she would have little say.

Though she only had two weeks to begin the process of purging the hex, she knew it would require at least eight weeks. Anything less and she’d be saddled with the remnant anguish of a lackluster, sexless existence for eternity.

“Eight weeks.” She chewed her lip and met his gaze. “With full blood service and decision making in the bedroom only.”

He chuckled. “You are too cute to think the bed will be the only place I pound your sweet pussy.”

“I wonder if you’ll think the same thing after a couple of days, vampire.” Sophia Sandusky’s voice grated Macy’s nerves. The witch prowled into the room, her eyes gleaming with unspent air powers.

Flames waned to tiny flickers with her steps. Dmitri rattled the chains locking him into place, but Macy knew there was no escape for him from Hilda’s right hand. The woman’s hand reach downed, cupped his exposed cock and purred her pleasure. “I see you learned your lesson from last time, vampire.”

“One day I will drain you dry, witch.”

She chuckled as she shuffled her skirts above her waist and straddled his massive body. “Right now I think we should work on draining this gorgeous cock.”

“Touch my property and I will strike you where you stand, air witch.” Macy grimaced at the jealousy-mottled words tumbling from her.

“You lie. He’s no one’s. He refuses all offers.” Sophia grasped his cock. “Fortunately his refusal doesn’t matter while he’s in chains.”

“He. Is. Mine. We have an agreement.”

The woman whirled, black skirts settling around her knees once more. “You would lie to the right hand of the reigning Empress? You are more foolish than everyone claims. Imagine that, a sex-cursed dragon witch who’s crazy.”

Tension knotted Macy’s insides. Dragon witches were a rare, reclusive breed no one understood and everyone feared. If they knew what she was truly capable of, they’d destroy her kind. As it was they were already targeted by curses. She clenched the fisted powers building inside her and willed them to remain dormant. Revealing her true powers now would do no good.

“I heard your mother surrendered to the curse within the hundredth day. Tell me, witch, how does it feel to have never been touched? To know you’ll never ride a gorgeous cock and milk its sweet nectar into your throat?”

The air thinned, painful in its immediate depletion of oxygen. Rage prevented any hope Macy had of curtailing her power demonstration. The air witch deserved a harsh lesson.

Dmitri grasped his chains, but the ancient vampire could survive without a few breaths. Anger fed the power she suckled from the whelp before her. The strands trailed through Macy’s fingers as she regarded the newfound skill with curiosity.

As a dragon witch she could channel the powers of elements other than fire. She’d experimented with the ability very rarely. Interesting.

Sophia grasped her throat, her eyes bulged and her skin tinged with blue, which went quite nicely with the crystal perched between her breasts.

“Tell me, Sophia, how does this power work? I’ve never touched air strands. Perhaps we should work on refining my skills.” Macy tugged tighter on the reigns, careful to keep the air around herself rich in oxygen.

“You are a dragon witch,” she gasped from air-starved lungs. “Air is mine.”

Macy shrugged and released the strands. Oxygen rushed forth, funneling itself to the deprived air witch with fury. Sophia stumbled backward from the power return.

“You are dead, dragon witch.”

“So I’ve been told.” Macy focused her gaze on Dmitri. “He has agreed to a service of six weeks.” She longed to say eight, but her luck was being pressed making the statement. If he argued she could be locked in chains in the cell next door. Imprisoning a vampire falsely was a death sentence. “Make yourself useful and have the contract drawn up. In exchange for six weeks of service, I offer him a blood oath for that duration.”

Sophia gasped. “You cannot feed your power to him. He’s too powerful. Think of the consequences.”

“It will hardly matter to me,” she replied nonchalantly as she made her way to Dmitri and zipped his pants up around his flaccid cock. He must not care for air witches. “The contract. Get it before I get upset. I have things to do tonight, and none of them include dealing with hex trash like you.”

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So, the dragon witch was cursed. He’d have to research the curse Sophia had alluded to. Understanding the dragon witch’s reasoning would help him deal with her. Sensation returned to his muscles when the guards released the manacles securing him. The petite bundle of long black locks, hazel eyes, and cinnamon skin swept her way into the corner, one filled with fire sconces along the wall.

Whoever she was, she knew not to press her luck. He grudgingly admired the courage she’d shown with the air bitch. Between Sophia and Hilda, his cock had been drained more times in the past day than it had in decades because, despite the growing rumors, he didn’t make a habit of bedding cursed witches.

Or any witch for that matter.

Dmitri made it a habit to understand the rudimentary basics of witch politics. Any vampire foolish enough to remain within the charmed sectors of Seattle had better know the risks the lavish lifestyle created.

Dragon witches weren’t real, or so he’d been told. Yet her blood singed his fangs with its sensual scent from across the room. Feeding from her would be a high like no other.

“What is your name, dragon witch?”

“Why do you require a name?”

“I will know who is under me, screaming my name.” His hand swept to her cheek when he approached her. “Give me a name.”

“Macy Davenport.”

Her throat moved, as if a knot traveled the narrow tunnel, between her ample, barely-contained breasts to her curvaceous belly. She was short in stature, but full in all other ways, including the robust, vibrant emotional aura she channeled. Anticipation threaded with nervousness and wove a perilous beginning for the dragon witch where he was concerned.

Abiding by her contract served his purpose. Exposing his true nature and intent this early would destroy months of investigation. For tonight he’d be the legend created by his organization. Tonight he’d become Doctor Death and sate the desires running rampant within the gorgeous dragon witch.

Once Macy passed out from her spent passion and drained powers, he’d begin his investigation—the one which had gotten halted too quickly thanks to foolish work by his former partner. Too many relied on his discoveries. Too many vampires had vanished for him to fail.

There was a vampire slave ring somewhere in Seattle, and he suspected Sophia and Hilda were in the thick of it. But he’d not considered the presence of a dragon witch. Macy could be more trouble than he’d planned.

Hopefully, the bundle of passion would remain complacent as long as he abided by his contract and fucked her senseless. If she proved troublesome, he’d have to destroy her.

“We should’ve brought my car.”

“That thing is not a car. It is a death trap.”

Macy whirled, tossed her purse on her orange sofa, and grinned. “Don’t tell me. You’re too sophisticated for a Fiesta.”

“I’m too big for an oversized sardine can on wheels.” His obsidian gaze whizzed around the room. “Let us end this discussion with my confession: I do not care for confined spaces.”

Macy could appreciate that. She wasn’t fond of heights, and Goddesses help the first fool who confined her. Shock riddled her voiceless for a few moments. He was here, in her house. Hers for six weeks. Her toes almost curled at the thought.

“Do you want something to eat?”

His dark eyebrows shot up, a wicked grin spread on his face. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Oh no! She didn’t just offer her vein two minutes into their agreement. She grimaced and shook her head. A soft chuckle wrapped her in fiery heat. Warm hands enveloped her waist and drew her near.

They stumbled backward onto her couch. Husky, male pleasure echoed in her ear. “Straddle my lap, Macy.”

Her back bowed with the command.

“You agreed I’d be in charge, dragon witch. Do as I say.” Adrenaline surged with the heeded warning he added. “I’d hate to spank you this soon.”

“I’m an adult.”

“You definitely are.” Masculine appreciation drifted within his aura, his hands forced her thighs to straddle him. He snuggled her closer until her knees knocked against the sofa to each side of him and her pussy rubbed against a denim bulge.

Power surged through her fingertips, sizzling across the small space to his heated skin. He absorbed the zing of sensation with no response except for a slight pause. “And that was?”

“A side effect of the curse.”

“You never mentioned hazard pay.” He settled her hand across his chest. “Perhaps we should renegotiate our terms.”

“Surely the mighty Doctor Death can handle me.”

“Dmitri.” Hot breath trailed across her shoulder. Deft fingers undid the bodice ties along her back. “Tell me of your curse, dragon witch.”

“My mother refused a marriage offer.” Pain seized her insides. “Ten thousand nights of no contact with humans or warlocks.”

“It’s a genetic curse.”

She nodded, focusing on the warmth of his skin against her palm. “Until the sentence has been carried out.”

“She died.”

“By her own hand,” Macy whispered. “Few witches survive once they hit their thirtieth birthday if they were infected because they’d yet to come into their full powers.”

“It affects your powers.”

Heat rose in her cheeks. “There are very few ways to release the buildup of our magic.”

“Sex is the most natural.”

She nodded. “Without that outlet…”

“So a vampire is the solution.” His gaze narrowed. “Most of my kind couldn’t handle the power a dragon witch would wield.”

“Thus the reason for my visit,” she confessed. “I’ve been assured there will be no ill side effects for you. I did ask.”

He swept the bodice away from her. Pleasure streamed down her spine with his soft strokes. She battled the need to cover her exposed breasts. Closing her eyes, she chanted a soft prayer for calm.

“When did this curse become yours to bear?”

“I was twelve when it struck full-force. My mother died when I turned ten.” Macy swallowed. “I didn’t understand the side effects at first and was pretty stupid.”

“Someone was harmed.”

“My guardian was near. Otherwise the boy would’ve died.” Haunted by the shame, she folded her arms to conceal her breasts. “It’s when my seclusion began.”

His hand massaged her arm and tugged on her wrist. “Don’t hide from me, Macy.”

Unsure what to say, she remained mute, locked in a battle of wills she’d never fought. Tingles travelled her arm then swept up her shoulder. She closed her eyes and savored the sensuous glide of another’s touch.

“No man has touched you.”

“You’re too astute.”

“That bothers you.” He cupped her breast, bursts of pleasure rippled through her. “Rest assured, every inch of you will be touched tonight.”

 He cupped her chin and dragged her face closer, until her breath mingled with his. Grey eyes studied, as if sensing the indecision keeping her still under his ministrations. What if she couldn’t handle the sensuous overload? Would she hurt him? Would he take too much blood?

“You think too much, little dragon.”

“How do you know what I think?”

He touched her temple. “I call them thinking lines.”

Great. She was wrinkling already. The thick hair ran through her fingers like velvet when she reached up to touch his temple, like he had hers. “You must not be thinking much.”

“I’m afraid I can think of only two things,” he whispered, his arm caging her within his fiery grasp.

Her throat seized, her heart choked. “What’s that?”

“Whether your lips taste as good as your blood smells.” Breath feathered across her mouth. He held her nape firmly, forcing her to remain where he positioned her. “Don’t you want to know what the second thing is?”

No. Macy allowed a plaintive moan to drift from her parted lips. “I’d rather you show me.”

Dmitri growled. His mouth grazed hers, a hungered warning of the predator’s intentions. The second taste heightened her senses and left her clinging for support as the power war began within her. Fire fanned her senses, surged past her defenses and battered its way from her fingertips.

Concern spurred her from the embrace melding her against him. Her body tingled with need. Strong arms drew her back. His mouth slanted across hers, challenging her will to remain aloof.

She followed his lead, tasting him. He leaned forward and shrugged out of the vest keeping his glorious chest from her full view. Massaging the sinewy flesh, she placed a hesitant kiss at the base of his throat, lapped at the hot pulse. She hadn’t expected him to have one.