How to Marry a Warlock in 10 Days (27 page)

She thought she had something else to say, but Dred kissed her. Middy knew why that always silenced heroines in the books. She couldn’t keep a coherent thought in her head with Dred’s lips anywhere near hers.

Middy hadn’t been sure what to think about their first kiss. It had been so raw, but now his mouth was new and familiar at the same time. She wondered if it would always be like that.

She met his kiss and proved that she was as hot for him with all of her chattering as she would be without it. Perhaps even more so because the man could think even while his brain’s blood supply was otherwise engaged.

That thought alone made her slit clench and sent a small tremor through her. It also made her wonder what she’d have to do to make him lose control. He was always so in command of himself, of his body and hers. What would it take to make him give in to her?

She whispered a quick spell that reversed their positions.

He was flat on his back, naked, and she was holding his hands above his head.

“Oh, yeah?” Dred’s mouth curled in a satisfied smirk.

“Yeah,” Middy said as she let go of his wrists and scored her nails down his chest.

He kept his hands above his head. “Let’s see what you’ve got, sweetheart.”

Middy straddled his hips and rose up on her knees. She guided her breast back to his mouth and moved the tight nipple against his lips. He took the rosebud peak and sucked it into the hot cavern of his mouth.

When she felt his hand knead her other breast, she pulled back. It was divine, but she wanted to pleasure him. Middy took his hand from her breast and placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his index finger. She lingered there and kissed the tip again, but much more slowly and with deliberate intent.

His gaze burned her with its intensity and when her pink tongue darted out to swirl over the tip where her lips had been, his cock jerked against her slit, seeking her wet channel.

Middy wondered what he would do if she licked the length. She ran her tongue from the base of his finger to the top before taking the whole of it into her mouth.

She was startled when she felt the effects of the sensation herself and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as her clit throbbed. She wondered if it would always be like this, if this link was forever.

Still, he was in perfect control of his body.

She caught a flash of an image. It was her. She loved that it was always her now. Dred was fantasizing about what it would be like, the contrast of her pink lips after he’d come for her mouth.

Middy was getting to that.

She moved down his body and grasped the base of his cock in her hand and touched her lips to the head just as she’d done with his finger. Middy said a silent prayer of thanks to Tally and her lessons with the banana when he groaned.

“Midnight—” he said as he tangled his hands in her hair.

She leaned away from her task. “Hands back where they were, please.”

“Wicked witch,” he said lightly as he obeyed her.

Rather than offering a response, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She enjoyed the texture much more than she had the banana. That had made her feel stupid and inadequate, but this, it made her feel powerful and beautiful. Dred’s complete attention was on her; she knew she occupied his every thought. She felt like the most feminine of witches and she was pleasuring her warlock in a way that no other witch could.

Middy knew that he was very visual so her every movement wasn’t just about the sensation. It was also about what he could see her doing. It was about the show. He was focused on her pink parts. Anything that was pink, her lips, her tongue, her nipples . . .

She wanted him inside of her now, but she kept licking and sucking, stroking her hand up the base of his shaft.

Pearlized fluid welled at the tip and she used her tongue to move it over the head. It was salty and sweet at the same time. Middy wanted more of it.

Dred’s cock surged as he felt her wonder, and she doubled her efforts.

“Midnight, you have to stop. I’m going to come.”

She wanted him to come this way; she wanted to fulfill his fantasies as he’d done for her. Middy kept the images she’d seen in his desire in the forefront of her mind and she moved her mouth and fingers over his cock faster and with more pressure.

He bucked his hips and his hands were in a white-knuckled grip on the duvet, but he was still watching her. His lips were parted and his breath was coming faster. She could see that the corded muscles in his neck were standing out with the exertion.

The throbbing in her body kept time with her ministra-tions to Dred’s cock. When she suckled the head, she felt it in her clit.

Just as he came, an orgasm shook her and she had to fight to keep her attention on him, but she licked the remnants of his seed from her lips as he cried out. The aftershocks of their orgasms were still rocking her body.

When Middy lay down beside him, he pushed her damp curls from her brow and kissed her. They tasted each other on her lips and Dred drew her legs up around his waist.

She was still slick, but his entry was gentle until she’d stretched to accommodate him. His thumb ghosted over her clitoris, so light a touch, but it was so sensitive that just that brush of contact made her burn.

Dred was up on his knees now and he used his other hand to guide her legs straight so that they were resting on his shoulders. With that first thrust, he was so deep inside of her that she was sure she was going to shatter.

But she didn’t, though every stroke into her was a mad sort of bliss. He ground his body into her with a fierce need, one that she met with her hips. Her fingers were digging into his thighs and she felt the magick gather between them.

A sudden wave of euphoria hit her and she heard screaming that she realized was her own as Dred continued to drill into her. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she could sense nothing but radiating waves of pleasure, liquid gold that began deep inside of her and moved from her belly throughout her limbs, then to her clit and finally back into that place deep in her body that she’d never sensed before.

Dred relaxed against her, his weight pushing her down into the plush duvet, though he supported most of it on his elbows. He dropped a tender kiss to her forehead and studied her for a moment before he rolled to her side.

Middy expected that he’d drop off to sleep like a stone.

He didn’t seem like the “afterglow” kind and that was okay; she figured she had enough afterglow for both of them.

He tucked her into his side, with his arm around her and his fingers tangled in her hair.

Even if he never loved her, Middy decided that this would be a good life. Being married to a warlock who could win a gold medal in the Sex Olympics, who looked like he could kick a Greek god’s ass, was filthy rich, and a good man to boot? Not a bad deal at all. She could have done a hell of a lot worse.

Middy had hope though. She didn’t want to change Dred, but she believed in him and believed that he had room for her in his heart. She just had to be patient.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Brawl at the Banshee’s Bawl

“What the fuck?” Dred demanded from the sledgehammer of a fist that had hammered into his chis-eled jaw in triplicate.

“You know what the fuck!” a dark-haired man insisted.

Correction. Three dark-haired men insisted in unison.

Guy must have one hell of a right hook that he was seeing and feeling things three times over. He’d buy him a beer or three, once he figured out why the guy had punched him. Maybe there really were three. Middy had triplet brothers. . . . These behemoths were almost as large as Dred himself. There was no way that these Cro-Magnons were related to his sweet Midnight.

“What? Did I fuck your mother, your wife, or your sister?”

Another crack to the jaw. Good thing it was made of solid stuff, or he’d be lying flat on his back wondering why six of these clones were kicking his ass.

“No, really. Just tell me and we can have a few beers, it’ll all be good. I’m married now. Nothing to worry about.”

“He doesn’t even try to deny it,” one said and reared back to clobber him again.

Dred was ready for him. He caught the sledgehammer, er, fist in his own and squeezed. Too bad he didn’t have another set of arms; then he could have blocked the one that was suddenly behind him and crushing his windpipe like an empty soda can.

“Where’s our sister?”

“Which one was your sister?” Dred used his last breath to answer and decided for sure that this must be the Trifecta of Doom.

“That’s it, calendar boy. You’re carrion bait!” One of them picked up his feet.

Dred was fairly certain that if he used any of his more powerful magicks on the Trifecta, Middy would frown. He wasn’t sure yet if frowning included the loss of bedroom privileges, but he wasn’t willing to take that chance.

“He’s turning blue,” the one who seemed to be in charge said and peered in close to his face.

Dred decided that while he shouldn’t throw hexes at her brothers, he wasn’t averse to the idea of biting one. He had the right to defend himself after all. Barring that, he’d play the pity card. Dred was sure he had a split lip. He’d appeal to her softer tendencies if Midnight got angry that he’d bitten one.

With the next gut punch, Dred had given up the idea of placating Middy, and it was, as they say, on like Donkey Kong.

Dred opened his mouth and closed his chompers on the wrist that was holding him, or rather crushing the life from him like an undesirable bug. His foot shot out and connected with an ear of the one who seemed to be in charge.

Dred still had hold of the third guy’s fist. When he relaxed his grip for a moment, the warlock tried to free his limb, so Dred helped him along and forced it back into the other man’s nose.

A great shot if he did say so himself.

Of course, they promptly dropped him like he was on fire. He was not pleased with the beating his ass was taking lately. First, he landed on it in Loudun after an insane freefall and now this. Good thing he hadn’t hit midlife yet, when Middle-Aged Man Spread was all too common. With his solid Viking and English heritage, his was already as plentiful as it needed to be.

He stood up and made a show of brushing bits of this and that off his shirt and sat back down at the bar, where he motioned for three beers. The bartender pointed behind him and he turned just in time to take a hit over the head with a barstool.

A splinter of wood sliced into his cheek.

They’d damaged his face.

Oh, hell no.

Dred gathered his magick and a dark blue halo of crackling light surrounded him. He moved so quickly that the Trifecta didn’t have time to block him. The three found themselves plastered to the wall of the bar, as if they’d been bound with plastic wrap and forced to sit under a heat lamp.

“So, I assume that you’re my brothers-in-law? Look, I get that you’re trying to look out for Midnight, but she’s my wife now. I may have deserved a bit of roughing up for marrying her in such a hurry, but you should be happy that she’s married instead of knocked up and alone.”

“She’s pregnant?” The middle one looked like he was going to have apoplexy.

Dred grinned wickedly, but decided that knowing he was banging their sister was enough for them to swallow in a day. Also, it was untrue, as far Dred knew. Oh, what if . . .

Best not to tempt Fate. She was one to do things just because one called her chicken. He and Middy were definitely not ready for that.

“No, but like I said, it could always be worse. Anyway, as I was saying, I understand your frustration, but I won’t tolerate damage to the face. Middy happens to like my face the way it is.”

“You’re Dastard Dred! She walked around calling you a ‘dastard’ because Hawk washed her mouth out with soap for calling you a bastard. There’s just no way!”

“Hell, I called her Cherry-Would-If-She-Could.”

They started struggling again in earnest.

“If you weren’t my lawfully wedded witch’s family, you’d already be dead. Don’t push it. I’m still debating if this wound to the face is worth however long she’ll want to lock me out of the honeypot for kicking your asses.”

They seemed to come to some sort of unspoken accord and Dred released them.

“I’m Hawk, this is Falcon, and Raven here is the baby,”

Hawk said, gesturing to each one of them in turn.

“Ah, yes, the mighty Trifecta of Doom.” Dred handed each one of them a beer and picked up his own.

“I see Middy has mentioned us,” Falcon said, his chest puffing.

“Yeah, and my mother had some story about one of you being a pool warlock?” Dred smirked.

Raven grinned. “That’s me.”

“Ginger Butterbean has an opening,” Dred said, barely able to contain his laughter. “Or so Middy tells me.”

“I guess you’re okay, Shadowins,” Hawk said.

“So, um, don’t drink that beer. I pissed in it when you weren’t looking.” Raven smiled before taking a drink of his own beer.

“That’s okay, man. I switched the glasses when
you
weren’t looking.” Dred clapped him on the back good-naturedly.

Raven spewed the beer all over the bar and the bartender frowned.

“Hey, if there’s really piss in that, I’m not cleaning it up,” she said bluntly.

“And we’ll never know for sure.” Dred sighed dramatically.

“This could be the start of a beautiful friendship, Shadowins,” Hawk said. “I think we like you. Are you sure you want Midnight, because if you fuck up . . .”

“You don’t even want to know what happens if I fuck up. Believe me, I’ve got all the motivation I need,” Dred said as he remembered his cock dream.

“We heard that Belledare is dead.” Falcon changed the subject.

“I’d heard that.” Dred took a heavy breath, wishing he could come right out and say what he knew.

“Let’s cut the orc crap. We work for Godrickle,” Falcon said. “We saw the crime scene photos you uploaded.”

“Merlin on a stripper pole! Does everyone know? How can it be secret if everyone keeps running off at the mouth like a gaggle of damned geese in a knitting circle?”