Date With Death (Welcome To Hell) (3 page)

Mick grinned back.
She was right, that truly was awful innuendo. “I’m better at dirty actions than talk.”

“So am I,” she said
, dropping her video game remote and walking toward him with lustful intent in her eye.

Oh yeah, here’s comes dessert.

“What do you say we engage in a different kind of sport?” she asked him huskily.

“Something more hands
-on?” he asked hopefully.

“Hands. Body. Clothing optional. Stop me if you think I’m going to
o quick.”

Um, would she think him a pig if he asked her to go faster?

She pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his waist, the skirt of her dress riding up around her thighs. Even through the fabric of his jeans, the heat of her core pulsed against him. Her hands gripped his shoulders and slid down his arms, squeezing his biceps. She stared him in the eye, her lips curved in a sensuous smile. There was nothing coy about Marigold. She was all woman and unafraid to go after what she wanted. Lucky for Mictain, she wanted him.

He slid his hands up her back and pressed her forward, crushing her breasts against him and bringing her close enough for
a kiss. Electrifying was the only word to describe the touch of her mouth on his. He slanted his lips over hers and she responded back with a passion that enflamed him. Soft and curvy, she fit perfectly in his arms, and he held her close as he tasted her. She sighed and opened her mouth against his insistent tongue. He slid his own between her parted lips and Frenched her. His mouth wasn’t the only part of his body that got busy. His cock attempted to drill a hole through his pants to the damp sex it could sense rubbing against it. His hands slid down her back to cup and knead her full bottom, a perfect handful for him to grab and bounce her with on his cock later.

Just as he’d decided it was time to strip her of her offensive clothes, the damned phone rang.

“Ignore it,” he muttered against her mouth.

“I can’t. It could be work. Don’t worry. I’ll be right back, and I’ll make it up to you.” She slid off him, and, with a sultry look, wandered away to answer her phone.

She took her phone into the other room with a wink and Mictain sighed, leaning back into the couch. His cock strained, and given how things were going, he didn’t think it too presumptuous to unbutton for a little relief.

“I see things are going well?”

Mictain jumped up and bit his tongue, barely managing to restrain his bellow of surprise. Lucifer stood behind the couch with a leer on his face. “What are you doing here?” hissed Mick.

“Checking on your progress. I see operation ‘Get in her pants’ is going well. If I’d known how hot the witch was, I might have taken the mission myself.”

Mictain held back a growl even as jealousy flared in him at Lucifer’s words. “You need to get out of here before she comes back.”
And before the sight of Satan in her living room ruins the moo
d—
and my chances of getting lucky.

“I’m going. I just wanted to remind you that this isn’t about pleasure, but about getting information. Try working on that before all the blood in your brain ends up in your dick.”

Too late,
thought Mictain. However, Lucifer’s presence was a soberin
g—
and prick shrinkin
g—
reminder that this wasn’t a pleasure date.

“I’ll find out what you want to know. Now get out.” Mick knew he sounded grumpy
, and Lucifer smirked before he popped out of sight, the lingering scent of brimstone making Mick groan. How was he supposed to hide that telltale calling card? He peered around the room and spied an incense holder. A match flare later and some cloying perfume filled the air, masking the scent of Hell.

He’d just thrown himself back on the couch when Marigold
returned with a sultry smile, and Mictain really had to remind himself he was on a mission. Not an easy feat, especially when she dropped to her knees between his thighs, bringing her eye level with his rapidly expanding cock.

“Where were we?” she mused as she ran a finger down the crotch of his jeans.

“You know, I don’t really know anything about you. How old are you? Do you have any family? Are you seeing someone?” What Mictain actually wanted to know was could she deep throat his cock and did she squirt when she came?

“I never knew my father. My mother is dead. I’m a twenty
-five-year-old working witch. And I already told you I wouldn’t have invited you over if I was seeing anyone. Satisfied?” She braced her hands on his thighs and nudged his shirt up with her nose until she bared the skin on his lower abdomen. She pressed her mouth to him and Mictain fought to hold on to his sanity.

He swallowed. “So, um, have you always been able to see things?”

Marigold, who had moved her mouth down to his jeans and was using her teeth to pull down his zipper, paused to eye him strangely. “If you’re asking if I see ghosts then the answer is no.” She resumed the invasion of his pants, and he dug his nails into his palms to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head when she placed her hot mouth on the thin layer of cotton that covered his shaft.

“Oh fuck, um, so what can you see that other people can’t?” he gasped
, rapidly losing his train of thought.

“I can see that you have a really fucked up idea of dirty talk,” she said
, pausing her oral play to eye him.

“Just trying to get to know you b-b-better,” he stuttered as she freed his cock with her hand and stroked it. The witch had him incoherent and holding on
to the barest edge of sanity, and he didn’t understand his out of proportion reaction to her touch even as he loved it.

“Here
, get acquainted with my mouth then,” she said before inhaling him in one long stroke.

Mictain bit his tongue, the pain keeping him from shouting and blowing his load. It had been much too long since he’d assuaged his lust.
I shouldn’t lie to myself. It’s Marigold causing this insane reaction. I just don’t understand why or how.

He gazed down at her head bobbing up and down on his
dick and promptly forgot his next question. He stared up at the ceiling and breathed deep.
I am a god. Surely I can handle a blowjob.

“Um
.” He swallowed as she took him down to the root. “Yeah, so why do you think you, um, have this special power to see me?” Mictain hated himself for sounding like a complete fucking idiot.
I’m a god for fuck’s sake, yet here I am trying to pump a witch for information instead of pumping her for pleasure.

The wet sucking sounds stopped and his rod slid out of her mouth with a moist plop.

“What’s with the twenty questions? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were grilling me for info.”

Mictain couldn’t stop
a blush from heating his cheeks. “Of course not. Just trying to get to know you better.” He recognized his reply as weak even as he said it, and besides, his culpability was already evident on his face.

Marigold jumped up. “You bastard. You are looking for info. And here I thought you’d come to dinner because you felt the same connection between us that I did.”

“I do. I’m not.
I—
” Flustered at his capture, Mictain tried to collect his thoughts, but with most of his blood still centered in his groin, he was having a hard time.

“I can’t believe I had a Brazilian done for you.”

“Brazilian?” Wasn’t that when a woman ended up pretty much clean shaven down below? Mictain cursed Satan. Cursed his ineptitude. And cursed himself for not fucking her first and asking questions later. “Can I see?” Please. He’d do anything to regain the mood he’d ruined.

“Dream on,
jerk. You’ve lost your chance to see and play with this smooth pussy. Now why don’t you get out and don’t come back.”

Hands on her hips,
Marigold stood in front of him, the steam almost literally bursting from her ears, and Mictain, glutton that he was, couldn’t resist one last remark before popping back to Hades. “Damn, you’re hot when you’re mad.”

The tossed remote only narrowly missed his head.

Marigold screeched and stomped her foot as Mick disappeared, leaving behind one very pissed off and sexually frustrated witch.

“Jerk,” she muttered, flopping onto her couch. Such high hopes, dashed by his subterfuge. She should have been glad she’d caught onto his game before she’d fucked him, but honestly, given her aroused state, she wished he’d waited until after to reveal his intentions. Now, she’d have to manually pleasure herself, and after her fantasies of him all day, what a letdown.

And he was such a great kisser.
She pouted. She’d looked forward to having those deft lips of his kissing her pussy. What about that marvelously huge cock of his? What she wouldn’t give to have its thick length penetrating her, pumping, taking her to nirvana.

These kinds of thought
s did nothing to abate her arousal. On the contrary, she found herself hornier than ever. Marigold skimmed a hand down her body and bunched up her dress so she could slide her hand between her thighs. She stroked the wet crotch of her panties, but it wasn’t enough. She pushed the fabric aside and slipped her finger right into her aroused sex.

Too small.
She slid in a second finger and a third, but remembering the thick feel of his cock in her mout
h—
and length,oh m
y—
she remained dissatisfied. She rubbed at her clit with honey-slicked fingers and closed her eyes. She imagined his dark head between her thighs, his agile tongue lapping between her moist lips and flicking against her clit.

She squirmed on the couch, masturbating to a mental fantasy of him giving her a good tongue rub down. It felt good, but it couldn’t compare to the real thing. After a
while, she gave up and pounded at her couch pillows. It sucked to be horny and unable to do anything about it.

If he weren’t already dead, I’d kill him again for leaving me like this. Right after I
used him for sex of course.

*

Mictain arrived back in Hell more confused than ever, and aroused beyond belief. The way Marigold hadsucked hi
m—
damn, the witch had talent. But, his attraction to her went past just chemical lust. She also intrigued him and drew him like no other woman, ever. And that said a lot. He’d bedded his fair share of attractive women, gorgeous women with perfect figures and flawless features, yet something about this freckled witch with the soft and plentiful curves drew him and shredded his control. It made no sense.

A lust spell?
The power required to affect one of his stature was more than her tempting human body could channel, but what did that leave?

True love?

Mictain laughed aloud. He’d lived thousands of years, most of them alone. There was no way he could be falling in love with a witch, and a human at that. How then to explain why he found himself itching for her presence? Wondering what she did. If she thought of him too. If she touched...

On second thought, he could take a peek. Where was that app on his phone that allowed him to keep tabs on his clients? It didn’t take long to load, and what he saw sent him sinking onto his couch.

Cheeks flushed and eyes closed, Marigold touched herself. She’d hiked her skirt and bared her sex, revealing its smooth state. He groaned as he saw her slick fingers working that sweet pussy. Drooled for a taste of the moisture coating her digits. Almost popped back into her apartment to beg her forgiveness and give her what she so obviously needed.

She needs me.

But he’d blown his chance. He shut down the app, feeling like an even bigger jerk for having spied on her.
My own fault for listening to Lucifer.
Speaking of whom…

With a curse, Mick
punched in the number to call his boss only to have the lord of Hades appear in front of him, a huge smirk on his face.

“Mictain, my old friend, how truly inept of you. You left the poor girl hornier than a herd of nymphos.”

“You were watching?” Mictain didn’t feel embarrassed. He found an audienc
e—
that he knew abou
t—
could enhance the fucking experience. Although, he had a feeling Marigold probably wouldn’t view someone spying on them doing the naughty tango in quite the same titillating light. Not that it mattered anymore. She’d kicked him out and didn’t want to see him again, which was for the best.
Besides, there’s plenty of other pussy in the sea.

“Of course I watched. Lord of
sin, remember?” Lucifer grinned and waggled his brows. “And you and that witch were definitely sinning. But really, Mictain, I shouldn’t have to tell you to make sure you finish your
business
before jumping all over her for intel.” Satan mimed holding some hips and thrusting his groin.

Mictain groaned and slumped on his couch. “Why do I ever listen to you? Well, you can forget her telling me anything now.” And her agreeing to go on a second date,
because despite her throwing him out, Mictain wanted to see her, touch her, be with her, more than ever, and he was damned if he could figure out why, and at this point, how.

“Turns out I didn’t need your amateurish attempt at sleuthing. I found out why she can see you,” replied Lucifer smugly.

“And?”

“She’s not quite human.”

“So what is she?” Mictain perked up at the news. Perhaps he’d get an explanation for his attraction to her.

“Oh no. I’m not giving you the answer. You want to know so bad, you figure it out yourself. Needless to say, I’ve taken her off the death roster for the moment. I owed her father a favor.”

“Who’s her dad?” Mictain fished.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Actually, I would.”

“Well
, too bad. I promised I wouldn’t tell, and we all know I am a man of my word.”

Mictain choked. “Since when?”

“Since her father and I came to an agreement.” With a diabolical grin, Lucifer disappeared in a puff of smoke, the stench of brimstone making Mictain cough.

Great, now I don’t need to see her anymore and pump her for info.
For some reason, losing his reason to see her didn’t cheer him, and neither did his fist pump in the shower to relieve the pressure in his groin.