The Seven Year Witch: That Old Black Magic, Book 2 (16 page)

She digested the creature’s words, her mind spinning. Her average-Joe, stalkerish captor was
Envy
? She stared at the figure still clutching her chains, its covetous eyes practically devouring her. A shiver coursed through her limbs. What could this…
thing
…possibly be envious for in regards to her?

Another chilling laugh boomed from the septet of personalities. “Your inept brain betrays you. It’s not only what Envy hungers for in you, it’s that which you seek for in it. We’ve seen the way you gaze upon those who so selfishly hoard everything that you desperately want but cannot possess. Love and trust. A family that will cause you no pain. It slowly eats away at your very core, this envious desire to be more like them.”

The last three words of that damning condemnation hammered into her with blunt force. She wanted to deny their validity. Proclaim that she was above such pettiness.

But it would be a lie.

Suffocating shame swamped her as she recalled the countless times during her childhood when she would sneak off to Forsyth Park and watch the many parents laughing and playing with their children, while her own mother and father were passed out drunk in their bed.

Those were the years the insidious yearning had begun to spread, its diseased compulsion threatening to consume her. The crushing weight of her bitter longing had grown to the point of almost becoming the entire scope of her existence. Until the moment came, many years later, when her obsessive pilgrimage had blown up in her face, delivering the most devastating and painful of blows. The vicious betrayal that’d ripped her apart that fateful day had nearly decimated her. In the aftermath, she’d caged the ugly beast of her envy, locking it behind the bars of complacency.

She’d stripped the meat of her wanting from the bone, convinced she couldn’t be hurt anymore. But there were days still when she would creep toward that padlocked cage and stare wistfully at its contents. The painful truth of it surged within her, making her nauseous.

“We can make it all go away, sweet Clarissa. This endless cycle of wanting. Here you will have everything you’ve dreamed of.
We
will be the family you’ve always longed for.”

Another blast of that odd, saline-marinated breeze swooshed through, scattering the remaining mist. She blinked as the enormous cavern surrounding her was unveiled.

A massive lake ebbed hundreds of feet below the outcropping where she and Seven’s corporation of personalities stood. The black, oily water seethed with a sick vitality, as if it were alive and ravenously seeking whatever food source fed its evil power. Now and then, thick clusters of fireballs erupted from the waves, their red-hot glare sending off massive amounts of heat. Along the nearby shore, she noticed the condemned souls being herded toward the lake’s edge by six of the sins. She whirled, her gaze colliding with Envy’s.

“There is nothing to fear, sweet Clarissa. We will be together.”

Forever.

She woke with a jerk, her heart galloping out of control and the sheets a sweat-sodden, tangled mess imprisoning her calves. The sensation was too similar to her otherworldly chains, and she panicked, flailing her legs wildly to escape.

“Baby, easy.” Logan’s arms wrapped around her, tugging her against his chest. He brushed aside the snarled straggles of hair that’d fallen in her face, his eyes flashing his concern. “What is it?”

She gaped at him, the uneasiness refusing to release her from its tenacious grasp just yet. A gust of wind fluttered the curtains, bringing with it a salty essence vaguely reminiscent of the one from her dream. Remembrance slowly came floating back. Logan had brought her home with him last night, after their intense coupling in the store. Which meant she was in his bed, not trapped within some cavern of death. Her pulse easing back to normal, she rubbed her forehead. “Sorry, I had a nightmare.”

“Shit. It must have been a doozy.”

You can say that again
. She dropped her hand and eyed the damp bedding. “I really made a mess of things.” In more ways than one. She didn’t want to think about the revelations from her dream and the glaring, hideous insights it’d delivered, so she pushed up from the mattress instead and began straightening the sheets.

Logan watched her the entire time, the tenderness in his gaze more than relaying his worry. “Do you want to talk about—?”

“No.”

His chest sank with his frustrated exhale. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, steeling himself, before he stretched his arm toward her. “Then at least come back to bed and let me love you up.”

Old defensive wounds recently ripped open from her nightmare stalled her from immediately diving into his embrace. But the lure of that secured cage of longings glowed like an irresistible beacon too. She took a tentative step forward, and then another. Her trembling hand brushed over Logan’s waiting palm, and he closed his fingers over hers before lifting them to his lips and kissing each tip of her finger with a gentle reverence that filled her with a familiar ache. She wanted to give in to it. Oh goddess, how she did. And that very fact terrified her.

To want something—someone—like this was a weakness that could annihilate her to the core. More so than hocking her soul to Seven.

“C’mere.” His voice husky, Logan flipped up the sheet with his free hand and coaxed her in next to him. Hugging her close, he rained soft butterfly kisses across her brow and her closed eyelids. His warm breath fanned her cheek, her mouth, right before his lips skimmed hers, the tip of his tongue teasing for admittance.

Completely at the mercy of the sensual haze beginning to sweep over her, she parted her lips, giving a shaky moan when Logan’s tongue enticed hers into play. Snuggled within the warm haven of his arms, everything else faded to gray.

Abandoning her mouth, he trailed hot, openmouthed kisses down her neck and collarbone. His tongue dipped into the hollow there before coasting toward her breasts. Her nipples tightened in anticipation. A moment later, a series of wet, decadent swirls prompted her back to arch and her fingers to sift through the silkiness of Logan’s hair. His goatee softly scuffed her skin as he nuzzled her cleavage and groaned. He lifted his head, revealing the fierce blaze in his eyes. “I’m gonna eat your pussy.”

She was more than okay with that plan. Whimpering, she slid her thigh along his. He rolled her onto her back, but rather than trailing his mouth down her tummy, he reached for the knob on the nightstand. At first she assumed he was grabbing a condom to have at the ready. Which might account for her astonishment when he whipped out her trusty blue vibrator instead. She blinked. “How…?”

“I borrowed it from your stash the other night.”

“Borrowed?”

“Okay, maybe stole is more accurate.” He clicked the base to
On
and skimmed the device over her nipples. She sucked in her breath, and he took that as an open invitation to torment the aching nubs until she thought she’d go crazy from the constant humming on her flesh. He traced a lazy line from her breasts to her navel before scooting between her legs, his broad shoulders bracing her thighs. The vibe nudged into her slit, the electric pulses that rippled through her making her squirm and gasp.

A sexy half smile tipped his mouth. “Let’s see if I can give your dolphin buddy a run for the money.” With no further warning, he twisted the vibrator so the aforementioned attachment was nestled between the cheeks of her ass. Before she could adjust to that foreign and incredibly wicked sensation, Logan ducked his head and flicked her clit with his tongue. Her entire body jerked, the air trapping in her throat. She dug her fingers into the sheets, her knuckles cramping.

Logan pumped the vibe deeper, the fingers of his free hand twining with hers as his teasing flicker morphed into an intense devouring that short-circuited her mind and body. With the dolphin doing indecent things to her nether region, Logan’s mouth tugging on her clit and the rubber shaft throbbing inside her, she broke into a thousand pieces, almost passing out from the cataclysmic pleasure of it.

Easing his head back, Logan dialed the vibrator to a lower speed. Rather than granting her a reprieve, the weaker vibrations seemed to tantalize the over-sensitized walls of her vagina, triggering a never-ending tide of small orgasms that left her dazed. Logan stretched beside her, his palm gliding along her quivering torso. He massaged the weight of her breast. “Have you ever been double penetrated, Rissa?”

She stared at him, her mind immediately conjuring a vivid fantasy. Moaning, she shook her head.

“But you’ve thought about it. In fact, I bet you’re thinkin’ about it right now.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, a sensation she felt all the way down to the beating pulse of her clit. “Know what happens to naughty girls with those kinda fantasies?”

The oxygen was trapped in her lungs, making it impossible for her to do anything beyond gaze into his slumberous eyes.

“They get a pair of hard cocks buried deep in their pussy and ass.”

His raunchy words sent a thunderbolt of excitement careening through her, and she cried out, her inner muscles contracting around the vibrator. Rising onto his elbow, Logan fucked her with the device, his cock swelling and dripping precome. “Do you have any idea how fuckin’ beautiful you are when you come? Makes me wanna stay in this bed all day and give you orgasms just so I can watch your pretty nipples bead and your skin go all soft and pink.”

She managed a laughing groan. “Something tells me I couldn’t survive an entire day of orgasms.” Not that it wouldn’t be enjoyable giving it a go.

He leaned down and gently scraped his teeth across the turgid flesh of her nipple. Soothing the sting with his tongue, he glanced at her. “Can you survive at least one more? Around my cock and your blue buddy here?”

The question sent another flurry of pulses through her clit, and she writhed against the mattress. Yanking the drawer open again, Logan snatched a tube of lubricant. But not a condom. He caught her questioning look and took a deep breath. “You can tell me no and I’ll honor it. But the truth is I want to feel every warm, snug inch of your ass huggin’ my cock.”

She swallowed, the image in her head initiating another series of tiny quakes. Good goddess. At this rate, she
did
stand a good chance of dying from orgasm overload. But talk about one hell of a way to go. She bit her lip and returned Logan’s prodding gaze. “Do it.”

A low growl rumbled from him. Once again settling between her legs, he popped the cap on the lube and squeezed out a good dollop. He removed the vibe, giving him more room to work, and eased one slick finger past her puckered rosebud. She lifted her hips, aiding his motions, and he added another finger, scissoring the digits to work past the resistant band of muscle.

Having him buried to the knuckles inside her, knowing his cock would soon take their place, elicited a wanton thrill within her. She’d tried anal sex once, a long time ago, and hadn’t particularly enjoyed it. But something told her that with Logan it would be oh so delicious. Already, with just his fingers readying her, she was on the verge of climaxing yet again. That was the difference of having someone who knew what they were doing manning the wheel. And the fact that Logan was so incredibly patient, endlessly stoking the fire raging inside her, made it a million times more amazing.

Wanting to return even a fraction of the pleasure he was giving her, she scooted forward and reached for the lube. She dribbled several drops on the head of his cock before glazing her fingers through the slippery gel. She explored each prominent vein and ridge, reveling in the way he grew ever thicker and steely within her grip.

His fingers had stilled in her ass, and she caught him watching her motions, his eyelids heavy and hooded. He looked like he was struggling against the fierce urge to lift her and impale her on his cock.

Now, more than anything, she wanted him to do exactly that. Still grasping his shaft, she coaxed him back on his haunches and straddled his lap. She teased herself with the silky gland of his cock, running it over her clit and labia. His hot flesh felt infinitely titillating and wonderful in comparison to the vibrator’s lifeless rubber. The plum-shaped cap furrowed between the cheeks of her ass, bumping at her entrance. She angled her hips, and he slid inside the barest fraction. The stinging stretch made her whimper, and Logan’s fists balled on her thighs, his knuckles whitening. “Rissa, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You’re not.” Snagging her bottom lip with her teeth, she bore down, taking him deeper. A lush, decadent heat wave shimmered through her, making her shiver. “It feels so good.
You
feel so good.” And he did. Hard and unyielding, his veins a delicious friction on her sensitive tissues.

A fine tremor shuddered through Logan. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her jaw. “You’re better than perfect.” He eased her onto her back, pressing her knees toward her chest. A trickle of sweat sliding down his sternum, he stared at her. “You were made for my cock. Made for me.” He kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep, mimicking the slick advance and retreat of his shaft inside her ass.

She gasped, the coil of her approaching orgasm pulling tight.

“Don’t come. Not yet.” His chest heaving, Logan blindly grabbed for the vibrator. He shifted enough to allow room for the device and sank it home, powering it to maximum velocity—and her to brain-shattering climax. Starbursts of color and light exploded. They could have been real, byproducts of her magic or strictly hallucinations of her mind. She was past any ability to tell as she continued to convulse wildly beneath Logan.

“Fuck, yeah, baby. Come hard on those cocks.” He twisted the vibrator, making her buck and the cords in his neck strain. “I’m right there with you. I’m gonna fuckin’ flood your ass with my come.”

His husky vow hurtled her into a pinpoint of dark, consuming focus. The only thing that existed in that world was the flesh-and-blood cock pounding into her and the incredible pleasure it brought. Desperate to tug him into the abyss with her, she squeezed her inner muscles around him. His features tensing, he surged into her one last time, lodging to the hilt. A sound that fell somewhere between a shout and a primal howl tore from him as he throbbed inside her, his seed jetting free.