Witches of Three_Seraphina (4 page)

“Well, that’s true enough,” he conceded, “but you sure wanted to do it last night and with me. Good thing for you I’m an honorable guy.”

“Ha!” Sera snorted through her nose and glared at him. “Then if you’re so pure and noble tell why—you took off my clothes and put me in these pajamas.”

“Oh, that.” He straightened. “You came home really snockered, and I helped you into your bedroom, where you made a pass at me, then passed out. You looked so uncomfortable, so I put your pajamas on you and tucked you into bed.” He grinned with a look that said he clearly expected an apology and praise for his good deed.

Sera clenched her fists on her hips and glared at him. Her anger ebbed somewhat, and she found herself noticing too many things about him, like the early-morning smell of a man who’s showered, brushed his teeth, shaved and slapped on aftershave. That bold masculine scent, which seemed to be an integral part of him, filled her senses.

“I don’t believe you,” she said. “Before you dressed me in my pajamas, you made love to me—no, you fucked me, plain and simple. Do you think I’m a fool?”

“I think you’re delusional,” he said in a quiet voice, but his eyes sparkled with temper. “Are you angry because I didn’t fuck you and you wanted me to?”

His words left her speechless. She drew herself up, intending to wilt him with her scathing comments, but no words came. She did the only thing left for a lady in such circumstances. She drew back her hand and slapped him across his cheek.

She was stunned by the swiftness of his response. He caught her hands and pushed them behind her back, forcing her against him. She could feel the hardness of his chest against her breasts and was suddenly aware that there was nothing between their bare flesh but her thin cotton pajama top and his equally thin T-shirt. The heat of his body seared her nipples.

She gasped and fought against him, but his hold was too forceful and her struggles only increased the friction against her nipples. Still, she twisted until common sense told her he was far too strong for her.

She slumped against him, breathing heavily and became aware of his hot breath against her cheek and lips. Her gaze met his, and she saw something primal and male. She opened her mouth to make a nasty comment but didn’t utter it, captivated by the flare of hunger in his eyes. Lust, virginal and totally undeniable, completely unawakened until now made her catch her breath, so she returned his gaze with an equal fervor.

His mouth was millimeters from hers. She licked her lips in anticipation before his mouth settled on hers. The hands he’d captured behind her back, he now raised over her head, pinning her to the wall. His light clasp was more effective than if he’d held her captive, still she swayed against him and gave herself over to the sensations that claimed her body. Jack’s kiss was like nothing she’d ever experienced or ever would again, she was certain. There had been no kisses in her memories of their encounter before, but now he gave her mouth thorough attention. His kisses ratcheted up her heat level until she feared she might spontaneously combust.

Hot! Devastating, exhilarating, arousing! Her body tingled all over. Her crotch was dewed with desire.

He deepened the kiss, placing his hands on her buttocks and pulling her closer, so she felt the hard bulge of his arousal. She mewed and melted against him, clinging to him to stay afloat, for surely, she was awash in some great sea of sexual desire, and she thought dazedly that she might drown. Then again, did it matter as long as he continued to kiss her like this? She was drunk with passion.

He drew back and looked at her.

“Lady, you pack a punch,” he said breathlessly.

She felt his hot breath on her cheek again and shivered with desire. “My bedroom is that way,” was all she could think to say.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked. “I don’t want to be accused of raping you again.”

“Fuck me, now,” she demanded and was surprised at how guttural her voice was.

If he didn’t do as she said right now, she’d use every witchy power she had to make him her slave. He must have sensed her need, of course he did—
he
was an Incubus. He’d deliberately aroused that passion. Now he was going to take full advantage of it. Well, let him. She’d unknowingly given up her virginity to Jack during the night. There was nothing to stop her now.

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her down the hall to her bedroom. Kicking the door closed behind him, he dropped her on the bed and started stripping down. She was a little disappointed. If she’d had her druthers, she would have liked to have slowly undressed him herself, like they did in romance novels, but as he threw aside his shirt, revealing his well-muscled shoulders and tight abs, she relaxed and enjoyed the show.

When he unsnapped his jeans and slid them down his slim hips and thighs and she saw his cock pop out, long and sleek and utterly beautiful, she sat up and drew in her breath. She had a sudden thought that she couldn’t handle that throbbing muscle, but then she remembered, he’d already had her and she only remembered pleasure from the encounter.

She smiled with what she hoped was a seductive invitation and ripped open her pajama top. With buttons popping everywhere, she shrugged off the top and threw it to the floor, then lifted her hips and pushed off the bottoms.

Jack’s laugh was a lesson in seduction. Her bones were melting. She reached for him, pulling him down to her.

“Whoa, slow down,” he murmured. “I want to make this first time nice for both of us.”

“It was, now I just want you to hurry.”

“You are one weird lady,” he said, putting a knee on the bed and reaching for her. There was no fumbling as she might have imagined. Jack was an experienced lover. He pushed her legs high and wide and planted a kiss on her calf.

“Don’t you want any foreplay or anything?” he asked, hesitating.

“You’re doing fine,” she muttered in exasperation. Her body was on fire, and she could think of only one thing to put out the flame. Didn’t they write a song about that?

Jack chuckled and brushed the hair back from her face. “You’re a very beautiful woman, you know?”

“I’m a very impatient woman,” she said and wriggled her hips, so his cock was poised just at her slit.

He kissed her again, and she felt his body shiver, then he pushed inside her. Her muscles wrapped around him, throbbing with a pagan celebration that closed her into a world she’d never entered before, at least, not when she was awake. She felt herself opening to him, her heart and mind soaring with these new sensations, then a searing pain made her sharply draw in her breath.

Jack went still, neither pushing forward or withdrawing. Then he cursed long and loud and withdrew.

“What the hell kind of game are you playing?” he shouted.

Chapter Four

“What do you mean?” she asked, sitting up.

“You’re a virgin!”

“No, I’m not. You and I… Last night.” She stared at him.

“Not last night. Not any time at all,” he said.

“I…I thought you did.” She didn’t believe him, but this was not the time to call him out. She was on fire, and she wanted him to quench the flames now!

Jack reached for his pants and drew them on, shaking his head. “Lady, you are way beyond anything I’ve ever encountered before. I don’t know what to do about you.”

“Easy,” she said impatiently. “Just fuck me, and everything will be all right.”

“You’re a god-damned virgin,” he said, snapping his jeans and glaring at her.

“Well, some men might think that was a good thing,” she pointed out.

“I’m not ‘some men’,” he growled. “I have certain rules in my life. No virgins, no married women, no girlfriends of my best friends… No virgins.”

“You said that,” she answered, shoulders sagging while she thought about what had happened.

He was a very unusual Incubus, if he was one. Of course, he was one, despite his denials otherwise. That brought her to the question of his claims not to have taken her before. He was an Incubus and would know how to pleasure her without deflowering her, wouldn’t he? She determined she would google Incubi and see what was up, but for now, she had to deal with his supposed outrage. He was already stalking toward the door, his shoes in his hands.

“I’m not a virgin,” she said and with a blink of her eyes, stripped his trousers down around his ankles.

He sprawled across the floor, his shoes flying out of his hands. Cursing, he yanked at his jeans. She got off the bed and went to stand over him.

“I’m not a virgin,” she repeated, hands on her hips.

“The hell you’re not,” he growled and tried to stand up, but his jeans tripped him again, well, with just a little help from her. He slumped against the floor, shaking his head in disgust or denial. She wasn’t sure which.

Sera made no move to get out of his way. “I would think it wouldn’t matter anyway to an Incubus.”

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped and this time managed to get to his feet.

“All right, to a man of your experience,” she amended. “Don’t you know that women have many ways of proving themselves virgins over and over again? I thought that was important to a man, so I was just trying to please you.”

He halted in retrieving a shoe and stared at her, his brows drawn in straight lines over his eyes, which now held a suggestion of interest, more than interest. He was as randy as she was.

“But you said your sisters wanted someone to take your vir—” He paused as if unable to say the word. “I thought you were just kidding, now…” He shrugged.

“My sisters like to think of me as their innocent little pet who has never been deflowered. I let them think that’s true since it makes them feel superior.”

He stood looking at her indecisively, as if measuring the truth of what she said.

“You can do that?” he asked doubtfully and waved his hand vaguely. “Make yourself a virgin?”

“No, but I made you believe it.” She grinned at him. “I’m not only a woman, I’m a witch and I can do anything.”

He shook his head. “You really have a thing about Incubi and witches,” he said.

She smoothed a hand down along his lean jaw. “Don’t you?” she asked then drew back. “Oh, you’re not an Incubus.”

“Do you want me to be?” he asked, dropping the shoe he’d retrieved and giving her a smoldering look. “I’m a man, and I can do many things as well. Would you like to see?”

Sera caught her breath and laughed again, dodging away when he reached for her. She had something to do before she went to him. After all, didn’t a virgin shed a little blood when their cherry was popped? Without glancing down at herself, she snapped her fingers and knew any vestige of her ripped maidenhead had been erased. With a secretive smile, she went into his arms willingly. He kissed her, tentatively at first, then with more passion.

“You’re sure you’re not a virgin?” he asked softly between kisses.

“Not for a long time,” she murmured, willing to play the game with him.

She shivered with anticipation. The good thing about her role as an experienced lover was she didn’t have to deny the wonderful new feelings he’d awakened in her. In fact, her new persona called for her to be an absolute wanton.

A glimmering reminder of what she’d tried so hard to be in life came to her, virtuous, moral, normal, but maybe normal women
did
let go of their emotions and fully participate in their sexual exchanges with the opposite sex. No, this wasn’t normal, he was an Incubus and he’d cast a spell over her. That’s why she was like a hound in heat. And given that he was an Incubus, he had to have known she was a virgin when he took her the first time and was now playing some Incubus game with her. She thought about sending him away. That would pay him back, because the bulge in his jeans was huge and he rubbed against her with an urgency that plainly showed his desire.

“Are you sure you’re not an Incubus?” she prodded.

“I can be if that’s what you want,” he said huskily and kissed her again, thrusting his tongue between her teeth so a red-hot passion flared as if there’d been no misunderstanding.

Well, it hadn’t been a misunderstanding on his part, and now she completely understood the game. If she were going to continue with this, she had to pretend to be an experienced lover. She was a witch and an inspired woman. She could do it.

She tried to remember the impossible positions of the Kama Sutra when she’d googled it. The names of those positions didn’t come to her at the moment, but the expression of the woman in the drawings had shown the pleasure she’d clearly derived, so they couldn’t be painful. She smiled at Jack and took his hand, leading him back to the bed.

“So you don’t like the innocent virgin approach,” she teased. “How about something more exciting?” She pushed him back on the bed and climbed up beside him. She cast her mind back to Kama Sutra. She had to take charge here, and she didn’t have a clue what to do first. She remembered a few basics, and with a great show of lascivious knowledge, shoved him on his back.

Climbing on top, she straddled him and eased herself onto his hard cock, tensing herself for the pain, but there was none. Ha! The non-Incubus was at it again. He’d taken away the pain. For that, she was grateful. Not that she couldn’t have done it herself, but it was nicer that he had.

When he was seated deep within her, she leaned back until her weight was resting on her hands and began a circular motion with her hips. He moaned with pleasure, chuckled and raised his head to take in the unobstructed view of her slit.

One hand brushed against her clitoris, causing her to gasp with pleasure then increase her wriggling motion. His thumb circled her clitoris again, then took up a rhythm that raised sensations throughout her body. She rotated her hips, bringing additional sensations to his hard penis. He helped by raising his knees to support her back and to give him leverage to move against her. His wicked fingers were still at work on her slit, caressing her nub with slight touches that awakened a raving need in her body.