You Lucky Witch (A BBW Paranormal Romance): Demon Brothers (4 page)

Had her grandmother been right, that she’d just needed something to bring her powers into focus? Was being in danger the focus that she had needed? Or, was it because she was with Roark? Was he her missing anchor?

“Do what you have to do, Roark. I’ll be in touch.” And just like that, the other demon disappeared.

Kayley gasped. “How did he do that?”

“Damn it to hell and back.” Roark ran his hand through his hair, continuing to swear.

“Do you want me to try to scry for him again?” She hated to see him so upset.

Roark stopped his swearing and let out a frustrated sigh. “No, it wouldn’t do any good. He’s probably jumping around from place to place so we can’t get a fix on him. Let’s go.”

Her heart warmed that he’d include her in his quest, kind of like they were partners. When he took her hand, she had a sudden realization she would probably follow him anywhere. Even into the depths of hell.

At first, Kayley thought Roark was going to take her home. They had headed back to the truck, but he’d never asked her where she lived. She knew it was probably for the best if she could convince him to let her go. If she stayed with him much longer, her heart really would be broken. Plus, she was feeling the effects of the whirlwind in the forest and longed for a hot shower. “Roark.”

He glanced at her and she saw he hadn’t fared much better in their encounter. Pine needles and pieces of dried leaves clung to the long strands of his hair. She lifted a hand and ran it over the top of hers, wincing as the movement pulled on the bruised skin of her back.

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

“No, not really. Just dirty and sore. You can take me home now.”

“Not yet.”

Kayley didn’t know if she was happy or sad. “Why not?”

He didn’t answer. She realized they had driven out of town as he slowed the truck and took an exit advertising gas, food, and lodging. In minutes, he pulled into the parking lot of a popular hotel chain. He came around to her side of the truck and helped her from the cab. His manners had improved, or else he was worried about her. The thought made her heart flutter.

The lot was full and he’d parked on the side, away from the main entrance. She didn’t think the lack of available parking had been his reason for doing that, however.

She stood beside him as he gazed at the three-story building. She had no idea what he was doing. Puzzled, she pointed over her shoulder to the front of the hotel with her thumb. “The office is over there.”

He continued to stare at the building.

“Aren’t we going to check in?” Her insides clenched at the thought of sharing a hotel room with the man.

“No. Come on.” He looked down at her. “Can you walk?”

Kayley nodded.

As they approached the outside door, he muttered a few words and she saw the green light flicker on the card reader and heard the click as the door unlocked. Her eyebrow rose in question. “How did you do that?”

“Just a little trick I picked up.” He opened the door and she walked through it, tripping on the mat in front of it. Before she could make a fool of herself and land on her ass, he had his signature tight grip on her arm.

“This way.” He walked down the hallway until he came to the end. Letting her go, he muttered again and the same thing happened with this lock.

“What are you doing? Someone might be in there.” She grabbed his arm this time.

“Stay here.” He shook off her hold and pushed open the door.

She stood there for a moment then stepped in after him, closing the door softly behind her just in case anyone was listening or watching.

The hotel room wasn’t bad. It held a king-sized bed, a small table with two chairs and a television. The room had a stale smell to it even though the air unit was on. Roark sighed, relishing the feel of the cool air. He strode across the room and turned it up full blast. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the witch hadn’t obeyed him and stayed in the hallway. He should have expected it.

Out of habit, he opened the bathroom door and closet door to make sure no ghosts or poltergeists were hiding. Demons attracted supernatural beings when they came out of the pit. Looking for them was just a stalling tactic. He knew he was doing everything he could to put off the next moment. “Take of your shirt.”

The witch’s eyes grew big and round, much like they had in the forest when she'd tried to manipulate him. He’d been around more than enough women to know when one tried to distract him for her own gain. Or from her punishment.

Now, the woman before him glared at him as if he’d lost his damn mind. Maybe he had. He stalked toward her, coming to stop in front of her. Her scent filled his nostrils and he didn’t know if he could do this, make sure she was all right.

“Take off your shirt, so I can see how badly you’re hurt.” He knew her skin had been pierced somewhere because he smelled the faint tinge of iron on her. He could only imagine the damage done from the twigs and rocks that had pummeled them. He clenched his hands at his side, wanting nothing more than to take off after Rafe and beat him to a bloody pulp. He could kill his brother for endangering the witch.

Mine
, his inner demon roared.
Protect. Defend.

“I’m fine. I think I’ll take a shower.” She sidestepped him, moving quickly and catching him off guard. Before he realized what she’d done, she was safely behind the locked bathroom door.

Great, he thought. Now he’d scared her. And scaring the curvy little witch was the last thing he wanted to do.

Against his better judgment, Roark stood by the bathroom door and listened to the heavy beat of Kayley’s heart as she stood on the other side. He braced his hands on either side of the doorframe, quietly gathering the strength to step away. Step away from the temptation. To not open the door. To not open the door and take the woman up against the bathroom wall.

Listening to the sound of water falling, he willed his body to relax and calm down. He should be anticipating his turn taking a shower. Showers were a luxury in hell. As a demon, he didn’t really need to bathe, but the fall of cold water along his skin was an indescribable joy.

Of course, he’d been in his own personal hell since Kayley had run into the bathroom. He wanted to follow her, make sure she hadn’t gotten hurt very badly in the forest. He wanted to absorb her into his body and protect her from everything if he could.

He heard the rattle of the shower curtain rings as she pushed it aside. Then the changing resonance of the water as she moved under it. He imagined the water flowing over her bare skin, her hands running over her thick curves as she washed away the dirt and scent from their misadventure. Soap bubbles would slide from the tips of her nipples. Nipples he wanted to capture in his mouth and clench between this teeth.

He closed his fist over the doorknob. He made it a strict policy not to mix business with pleasure. He’d only met her a fucking five hours ago. There was no way in hell — pun intended — that he could feel something for a woman, any woman, this fast. Yet, his body demanded he open the door and take the plump witch who had been a thorn in his side all day. A sexy, curvy, couldn’t-wait-to-fuck thorn. Having this witch beneath him, feeling her wet flesh closing around him would definitely be pleasure. Despite the warnings going off in his head, Roark couldn’t stop his body’s reaction thinking about her. His cock surged, and he knew, without some type of divine intervention, she was going to be his tonight.

Letting go of the doorknob, he willed back his control as he walked out the door, seeking the cool night air.

Kayley slammed the bathroom door shut behind her and quickly turned the lock. Was she locking Roark out, or herself in? The hunger that had flared in his eyes as he’d ordered her to take off her shirt had scared her because it had made
her
so hungry. Turning on the water, she stripped off her jeans and shirt, letting them fall to the floor in a dirty pile. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she grimaced. She looked as if she’d had a fun-loving roll on a forest floor.

She wished. Using her fingers, she combed through the long strands of hair, trying to get rid of as much debris as possible. Her face was smeared in what she prayed was dirt and not the dried-up droppings of some nocturnal creature. She looked down at her body, expecting to find more damage than she did. She turned sideways and saw her back was peppered with a heap load of scratches and small bruises, but it could have been a lot worse. Look at the injury Roark had sustained protecting her.

Protecting her. The thought sent a shiver down her back. Oh, to have a man want to protect her because he loved her, not because he felt it was his duty. Maybe he got demerits in hell if innocent bystanders got hurt while he hunted a bounty.

Pulling back the plastic shower curtain, she stepped out of her underwear and beneath the cascade of hot water. She turned it up as high as it would go, but the pressure still sucked.

She took her time, using the small bar of complimentary soap to wash every inch of her skin. Then she did it again. Same with the shampoo. Knowing she couldn’t delay any longer, she squeezed as much water out of her hair as she could. She stepped out of the tub and dried herself off. She sighed when she realized she would have to put on her same dirty clothes. She couldn’t stand the thought of putting on her panties again, so she washed them out in the sink, hanging them on the back of the door. Maybe Roark wouldn’t notice them there. Thankfully, they were a lace and satin pair and not the comfy cotton ones she usually wore when she lounged around the house on Friday nights.

Just as she reached for her jeans, a loud knock sounded on the door, making her jump. “What!”

It opened and she let out a squeal, instinctively clutching the jeans to her chest. “What are you doing?” she gasped as Roark pushed open the door. A locked door, she realized.

He took one step and was inside the small space. She backed up until her legs hit the toilet seat. Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe in the steam-filled room.

“I brought you some clothes.” He held them out to her.

“Did you conjure these?” Seeing him in action tonight, she wouldn’t put any ability past him. She tucked one side of the jeans under her arm and reached for the clothing, keeping her eyes averted.

“Yeah.” The word sounded strangled.

“Conjuring for personal gain has a way of backfiring.”

“I know. These were for you. Not me.”

“Oh, thank you.” She gathered the courage to lift her head.

As she did, she noticed his eyes weren’t focused on her face. They looked lower. She followed the path his gaze took and cursed. The top of her jeans covered her breasts fairly well, but as her gaze fell, she realized most of her body below the waist was on full display between the splayed legs of the jeans.

Her soft, rounded belly. Her healthy thighs and — heavens, above, the small patch of curls on her mound.

“Get out,” she cried, bringing the legs of her jeans together. The move revealed the hefty curve of her hips, but covered her vulnerable middle.

He sat the clothes on the vanity, but didn’t make a move to leave. His eyes continued to devour her, or so it seemed.

“Roark.”

Her breathing accelerated and she clenched her legs together to dispel the ripples of desire swelling low in her belly. She wanted him. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Oh, how she wanted him.

The soft click of the door made her eyes fly open. The room was empty. For one insane moment, she wished he’d closed the door and stayed on this side. With her.

With trembling hands, she let the jeans fall from her nerveless hands. He’d given her pajamas bottoms and an oversized t-shirt. He’d also thought of underwear — she cringed when she saw them and realized they would be the perfect fit. Fingering the soft flannel of the pants, she wondered at his thoughtfulness.

And when he would be ready to send her home.

A cloud of steam escaped the room as Kayley stepped out. “It’s, umm, free.”

“I’ll take one later. Come here and eat.” He watched as she walked the short distance between the bathroom door and the small set of table and chairs under the window. White boxes of Chinese take-out covered the top. “I didn’t know what you liked.”

Roark could have kicked himself at the inane remark. He shouldn’t care what she liked. He grabbed a box and leaned back in the chair, tilting it up on two legs. She’d put on the clothes he’d conjured for her and he felt a swell of satisfaction she wore something he’d provided for her. He’d had to leave the hotel room to get the food. He’d yet to master that ability completely. Now that he had a woman to feed — Shit, he was not going there.

She’d dried her hair and it hung in loose waves around her face. It was dark, an astonishing shade of deep auburn. Combined with her gray eyes she was utterly fascinating to look at. She wasn’t perfect and she had a streak of independence that needed disciplining. His body hardened thinking of being the one to provide that discipline.

He shook away the thought. Hell, no. Hell, hell, no.

CHAPTER FOUR

KAYLEY FELT THE weight of Roark’s stare as she sat down opposite him at the small table. Looking through the containers of food, she picked the one holding sweet and sour chicken. She grabbed a plastic fork the restaurant had sent along with the chopsticks. With her lucky streak, if she used the chopsticks, chicken would fly all over the place.

She moaned as she took her first bite of food. She hadn’t known how hungry she was. Glancing at the radio clock on the bedside table, she realized it was late. She frowned, wondering why her parents hadn’t tried to contact her. But then, she remembered what she’d almost interrupted and decided they might be enjoying their time in the house without her in it. When this was all over, she really was going to have to get an apartment of her own.

She took another bite and moaned again.

“Stop that.”

Her head snapped up at Roark’s low growl of disapproval. “What am I doing wrong now?”

“As if you didn’t know.”

“Look,” she started to reply. She was tired and hungry — not to mention horny — and she didn’t want to deal with his shit now. Before she could, he was on his feet and she was in his arms.

His mouth find hers and Kayley knew she was lost. His kiss burned through her. His lips were hard and hot, demanding in their taking. In seconds, they were both breathing heavily, the sound competing with the whir of the air conditioner.

“Tell me you want me.”

Kayley panted as Roark drew away.

“Tell me you want me.”

Each low syllable vibrated through her body and landed directly in her womb. His eyes flamed with lust and echoed the demand of his words. The golden fire that seemed to constantly burn in his eyes intensified as if he could sense her body’s reaction.

“I want you.”
I have always wanted you.
Kayley couldn’t say the last words. Not yet. Maybe never. He was a man who wanted sex, not a happily-ever-after. She repeated the words silently as they stared into each other’s eyes and felt them marking her soul.

She realized she had a life changing decision to make. She could play it safe, keep the feelings bubbling up inside to herself. Hide behind her insecurities and her fear of being rejected.

Or she could embrace this moment.

Roark no longer remembered why it wasn’t a good idea for him to take this woman to his bed. The palms of her hands burned into the skin of his chest and he felt her indecision to either pull him closer or push him away.

“Let me in, baby. Let me taste your sweetness.” He licked at the seam of her lips, being gentler with her than he’d ever been with another woman. He deepened the kiss slowly until the rigid line of her body relaxed against him.

Her hand slipped around the back of Roark’s neck, tangling in his hair. Her touch made him shiver with need. His cock jerked beneath his zipper as her fingers stroked the silky strands. He wanted her. Wanted to plunge his tongue into her mouth. Fucking fuck her mouth with his tongue. He wanted to get naked and have demon-hot sex with her. Feel her wetness close around him as he pumped inside her curvy body and coat her womb with his seed. He dragged his lips along her jaw, down her neck before moving back up to thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth and slide his tongue across hers. Her hips bumped against his, teasing his engorged cock, turning it into a solid pillar of granite.

He was so fucking hard and wanted her so fucking much.

She placed her hands on his chest and lovingly smoothed them across the bronzed surface. He’d taken off the ruined vest and was bare-chested. Nothing to hinder the heat of her touch. Lower and lower, her fingers traced down his body until they found the long length of his erection. The tips skimmed across the leather of his pants, caressing him from tip to base and back again beneath the supple fabric.

He returned the arousing touch, cupping her beautiful breasts and squeezing them. Her whimper of need almost destroyed him. He lifted her and placed her on the bed. He crawled in after her, supporting himself above her body.

Tugging down the neck of her top, he discovered she’d worn the bra he’d given her. It was black lace and not much of anything else. The ivory color of her breast contrasted sharply to the darker color. Her areoles were large, just the way he liked them. Her nipples were thick and hard. Just the way he liked them. Lowering his head, he took one in his mouth, sucking her to him. Kayley arched into him with a cry of wonderment.

He pulled back, having one last flicker of conscience. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes,” she all but screamed. “Touch me. Take me.”

The raw pleading in her voice convinced him of her need. He bent his head and licked her pebbled nipple. He continued to feast on her breasts as he moved his hand down the center of her torso, touching her wherever he could. She stilled beneath him for a moment, then clasped his wrist and moved his hand back to her breast. If he hadn’t felt that betraying moment of disquiet, he would have thought she was telling him what she liked.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

He kept his hand where it was, kneading the flesh of her breast and pulling sharply on the nipple. Capturing the tip between his teeth, he bit down on the swollen flesh.

“Nothing.” She avoided his gaze. He liked puzzles and this woman was a big one. Contradiction after contradiction. He moved his hand down her body again, stroking the soft cushion of her stomach and sides.

She stiffened again.

He stopped touching her. “What’s wrong, Kayley? Don’t you like me touching you?”

“Yes. No. I.”

He raised her chin with a finger. “Tell me,” he demanded.

She sighed. “I don’t like people — men — touching my stomach.”

He was the one who stilled now, for once out of his element. That didn’t last long when he realized why she had said what she had. He propped himself on his elbows, his eyes, he knew, revealing his anger at her remark.

“Two things you need to remember, little witch. One, I am the only man who will ever touch you. And two, I will touch you wherever I want.”

One of her small brows rose. “Really?”

“Yes. Really.” To prove his point, his hand settled on her chest, right below her left breast. His hand was so large, his fingers almost wrapped around to her back. He squeezed hard. Next, he moved his hand down and she closed her eyes, unwilling to see the disdain she knew would be on his face when he realized how big she was.

“Stop it. Open your eyes.” The demand in his voice struck directly in her core.

She opened her eyes. Reluctantly.

They stared at each other as he continued to move his hand down her side, stroking and squeezing — basically playing with her fat.

She couldn’t help herself; she grabbed his wrist again. “Please.”

He knew what she was thinking and he didn’t like it. She was beautiful.

Her grip didn’t stop him. He continued to run his hand from her throat to the top of her thighs, touching all the curves and valleys that made her who she was. He splayed his fingers over her stomach, holding her gaze as he moved back and forth. “I love this about you, Kayley. I love this softness.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear as if they were in a crowded room and he only wanted her to hear what he had to say. “I want you to cushion my cock as I ravage your sweet mouth.”

And he did.

His mouth took hers, his tongue fucking in and out of her mouth. The solid ridge of his cock bumped against her stomach and the strength of his erection never wavered. He traced kisses across her throat and down to her breast, nipping sharply at the pulse beating in her throat. For a brief second, he wished he were a shifter so he could mark her for the entire world to see.

Mine.

“You have on too many clothes.” Easing away, he pulled her into a sitting position in the middle of the bed. Straddling her legs, he lifted the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. A slight wince gave away her discomfort. His conscience warred with this cock. He wanted her so badly. Needed her so much. His cock won.

“Tell me if I hurt you.” He undid the front fastener of her bra and eased it over her shoulders. His hands glided across her back. He looked for any signs of discomfort as he caressed the tiny imperfections left by the flying debris. Maybe it was better if he didn’t see the damage to her skin. If he did, he’d be off the bed and after Rafe in a heartbeat.

“Sssh,” she murmured, pressing her hand to his face. He realized he’d been emitting a low, steady snarl. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I promise.”

For the second time that night, he wished he were a shifter. If he were, he’d turn her over and attend to her every wound, soothing each hurt with his mouth. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t heal her with his touch. He could however, make her feel very, very good.

Easing her back down on the mattress, he thrust his hands beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms. He’d thought conjuring her such a nondescript outfit would help control his hunger. It hadn’t. Nothing could. Not tonight. Maybe never.

In seconds, she was naked before him, a feast for his eyes. She was perfection in itself. A balm to his soul he realized.

Roark wrapped his hands around her thighs and splayed her legs, revealing all of her secrets. He touched her moist folds, reveling in the low moan she gave as his fingers found the wetness of her core. He slid his finger into her. She was so tight.

She was his.

“So ready,” he whispered as he made room for his shoulders between her spread legs. His breath flowed over her center and she shivered. He did it again, drawing another deep moan from her pouty red lips. He didn’t know how he’d managed to wait this long to take this witch. He’d been hard since he’d seen her in Rafe’s arms standing on the edge of the portal. His fingers tightened on the plump flesh of her thighs as he thought of his brother’s hands on what was his. That was two things he’d make him pay for.
Later. Much, much later,
he thought as the scent of her desire rose up to greet him. His temperature flared. He knew the only way to extinguish the fire burning within him was to feed the flame. Burn himself up.

“I want to taste you, baby.” He licked his lips already imagining the sweet and spicy flavor of her desire. He saw the flash of hesitation in her eyes. “Easy now. Just let me love you.”

Roark lowered his head and put his mouth on her clit. Her hips bucked up against him as he swept his tongue up her slit, getting his first taste of her sweet pussy.

Perfection.

He took another taste. Then another. And another.

One hand traveled up her body and he squeezed her nipples with expert pressure, making her cry out. He didn’t want to hurt her this first time he took her so he had to make sure she was more than ready for him. He used his fingers to open her to him as he devoured her. Devoured the sweet, slick flesh that tasted so fucking good. She moaned and shivered and Roark knew she was close.

“That’s it, Kayley. I want you to come all over my tongue.” He thrust his tongue into her hole and his thumb pushed down on her swollen clit and she came, jerking beneath him.

Pulling back a few inches, he shed his pants, allowing his arousal to spring free. He rubbed his erection against the slightly rough fabric of the comforter as he continued exploring her body with his mouth, watching her, waiting. Waiting until her body told him she could wait no longer. That she needed him. Deep inside.

Then she was there, crying out for his possession. “Roark, please. Please take me.”

He moved over top of her. The soft flesh of her pussy rubbed against his cock. He could feel the slick wetness of her sex against him. More. He wanted so much more. He moved his hips, causing the tip of his cock to nudge against the wet folds of her pussy. Her moans were music to his ears. He wanted in. He wanted all of her.

Her hips escaped his hold and he felt his engorged tip sink inside her tight heat. She pushed back against him, taking him even deeper. Pushing to his knees, he draped her legs over his forearms, keeping her open. Her lashes lifted. She stared back at him with glistening eyes and flushed cheeks. “Ready?”

She nodded her head and he pushed forward. Her greedy, wet flesh sucked him in. “Oh, yeah, that’s it.” He moved again, watching more of his cock disappear inside her. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, and pulled her toward him. Her pussy stretched around him, straining to accept his width. Another pull and he was buried halfway inside her.

“Roark,” she whimpered.

“Just a little more.” He grunted the words. One more thrust, deep and hard, and he was driving inside her, buried to his balls. He changed positions until he was once again arched over her. One hand gripped her hip to hold her still for his claiming. He thrust hard and steady. In and out. Her breasts beckoned to him and he bent forward, taking one of her distended nipples in his mouth. He pulled hard, and then bit down on it. He felt her pussy clench around him and knew she was close. He let her breast slip from his mouth and lifted his head because he wanted to watch her come.

He allowed his body to take over, moving faster, harder, mindlessly striving for completion. One final lunge and his cock was buried so far inside her, he knew he hurt her. But again, he couldn’t seem to care. There was something more to this coupling. Something he’d never felt in his long-lived life.