Witch’s Concubine (4 page)

She fumbled with the button on his jeans and stifled a curse when he severed the kiss and regarded her through half-hooded eyes smoldering with passion. “That’s not a good idea, little dragon.”

“I think it’s an excellent idea.” Primal lust spread like brushfire through her system.

Tingles burst across her cheek with his soft caress. “I won’t be fucking you tonight.”

“Run that one by me again.” Macy channeled her sexual frustration to an abyss growing within her. What the hell did he mean he wouldn’t fuck her?

“Trust me, little dragon.”

“Like hell.” She pushed from his embrace and edged toward the bedroom. Did the rat bastard think she’d beg for his attention?

You know you will sooner or later
.

“You’ve been without another’s touch your entire life, Macy. You should feel all the pleasures a man can give you, not just the ones that involve a cock.”

She was more than willing to start there and branch out. She could feel him behind her. His heat enveloped her, sucking at her anger and stoking her passion with his words.

“I could spend all night tasting you, little dragon.” Her knees weakened, she leaned against him. “I’m going to spread you out and feast on your flesh.”

Okay, that was probably supposed to be sexy as hell, but hearing it from a vampire? Not so much. Fangs redefined the image in Macy’s head significantly. The last thing she wanted to be was a walking sieve.

“Your body just tensed. Do you truly think I have no control over my need to feed from you?”

He hadn’t exactly been the poster child for Vamps Against Witch Blood.

“I suppose we’ll see which of us can hold out the longest.” Oh, that didn’t sound good. Not at all.

Electricity arced through her fingertips and swirled in the air. Dmitri’s embrace tightened and a rush of power filled the room. Floating. They were floating to the bedroom.

“Show off,” she whispered.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Candles flickered to life within the bedroom as they entered, even though Macy couldn’t figure out whether they’d responded to her surging powers or the man holding her. A shiver coursed along her spine.

She turned to face him, daunted by the lust in his gaze as it roamed her body unabashedly. He grinned, molten heat surged in her core. He flicked his wrist and the vest covering her moved, sliding down her arms and to the floor. The lack of energy residue led her startled mind to one conclusion—she’d seriously underestimated how truly powerful Dmitri was.

No wonder Hilda had her talons so firmly entrenched in him. Her skirt fluttered, weaving down her legs to pool on the carpet.

Macy looked at the hastily discarded material, too aware of her nakedness, his intense stare.

“Look at me, little dragon.”

Hesitantly, she met his gaze. Unseen tendrils drifted across her naval, up her ribcage, and across her breasts. Her nipples pebbled under soft currents of sensation, drifting back and forth, pressing firmer with each stroke. She closed her eyes and relished the power, the flow of raw energy wrapping her in ribbons not of her design. For once, her inner magic surrendered to the masterfulness of the man before her.

“It should be a sin that no man has seen you like this, raw and hungry.” He moved to stand within her aura, as if daring her to retreat.

Retreat was no longer an option, and she doubted it had ever been. Two opposing powers flowed within the room. The negative energy wielded by vampires naturally annulled the ones controlled by witches, which was why neither could enslave the other for too long.

But there were always ways around what should be a harmonious balance between the two species. Someone thought to enslave his kind. Revulsion filled her. She wouldn’t allow anyone to harm him or his kind.

She thrust the unwanted concerns from her mind. He stroked across her shoulder and down her arm. A taunt, a slow, sensuous torment.

“I didn’t expect you to be so slow in devouring me.”

“A smart man doesn’t go to a five star restaurant and gorge with a shovel in hand. He savors the entrée, the succulent aroma, the heady flavors. Then he nibbles on the delectable morsel. Only a fool would rush a delicacy like you.”

He had a career in greeting cards if he ever needed it.

Her eyes fluttered closed when his mouth descended on hers. Molten heat rushed through her veins, fueling her with bravado. She wound her hands around his waist. Come hell or death she’d have him inside her tonight.

He lifted her, maneuvering slowly to the bed. She sighed when he set her on the soft cover. His tongue dueled with hers in a hedonistic promise of what would come. Concerned she was about to get interrupted again, she mentally checked all the shields on the house, working diligently on the locks she’d never gotten around to magically reinforcing.

No one would disturb them.

They wouldn’t dare.

Messing with a dragon witch when she was primed for wild, off-the-wall-intense monkey sex wasn’t smart. An extra barrier constructed itself around her building, charged by her adrenaline and surging powers. Anyone entering would get an extra zing for their trouble, but she was pretty sure Old Man Friar and his “friend” Beatrice wouldn’t mind. Friday was Scrabble night—and no one messed with two older-than-ancient earth witches and their love for the game.

 Since the unit immediately next to hers remained chronically vacant—probably because of the extra energy ramping through the power lines and turbo charging the area—Macy could settle into her vampire time.

He straddled her body, and loomed within touching distance, his heated gaze sweeping over her exposed skin. The fact she wasn’t self-conscious made her nervous for some reason, as if her inner witch accepted Dmitri’s dominance and sheer, raw power.

“Your beauty turns me into a weak fledgling. I want to fuck you so bad,” he confessed.

He explored, massaged, cupped, and kneaded her breasts. White-hot pleasure engulfed her inner darkness and awakened the deadened part of her soul. How had she existed without the touch and taste of a man?

Dmitri lapped at her skin, on the vein he’d soon feed from. Her heart rate accelerated. Moisture pooled between her legs where his fingers now delved.

“So wet for me.”

She rode the digits with abandon, uncaring whether her response was acceptable. Something spiraled, just out of reach, and she groaned her frustration.

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll get you there soon enough.” The husky whisper evoked tremble. Tingles ignited near her earlobe where he suckled. He plunged deeper into her pussy.

Pleasure exploded within her. He rubbed her clit. Her own touch never stoked embers of need. An inferno culminated beneath his deft touch. She panted labored breaths. A growl echoed in the room, but she couldn’t tell whether it was her or him.

“Damn, you feel so good,” he whispered. “Are you ready to fly, little dragon?”

She was crashing and burning fast. She thrust her hips in time to the ravenous rub against her clit. She’d never touch herself again without thinking about him.

A slight pinch made her gasp. Pleasure streamed, exploded within her. She clung within an abyss, unable to breathe or move. For the first time since the vile curse became hers, she couldn’t control the chaos. Fiery heat flamed around her and she prayed he was as strong as she’d suspected. She surrendered to the bursting orgasm and released her powers fully into the room, into him.

Blackness engulfed her vision. She wrapped around the massive body atop her, unaware of anything except the strong embrace and the gentle thrusting in and out of her as the last waves of sensation lapped at her senses.

Holy hexes.

Macy blinked and battled to control her ragged breaths. Was it always like that? Sweet broomsticks, to think he’d only used
fingers
. She ran a trail of soft kisses across his sheening skin.

Concern flashed, hot and rapid. She pushed away and looked into his fiery gaze. Golden power raged within the grey depths.

“Wow,” she whispered with a ragged, dry voice. “You okay?”

“We’ve just started, little dragon.” A wicked and molten grin spread across his handsome face. Her muscles clenched.

Macy gulped.

What would top
that
?

His kiss was hard, uncontrolled—much like the massive body now pinning her to the mattress. She scored his back and kneaded the sinewy flesh at his shoulders. She deepened the kiss, chasing his tongue and demanding more when he tried to retreat.

She wanted more. Now.

“Fuck me, Dmitri.” He growled. His body vacated hers, fabric ripped.

“I’m an untried fledgling with you, little dragon.” Anger resonated in his tone. “You undo my control.”

“Good.” She flashed a wicked grin.

“Lie down, arms above your head,” he snarled.

A tremble slid through her. He prowled to her draperies and removed the silk ties. Oh dear, he wouldn’t.

The bed dipped with his weight. One silk tie looped around her wrists, securing her to the wrought-iron headboard she’d always intended to replace. She tugged on them, her mind settled firmly somewhere between shock and arousal.

He chuckled softly and maneuvered to the bottom of the bed. Her mouth watered as her gaze swept across his thick, hard length. Goddesses, he had an incredible cock. Her pussy clenched at the thought, and she whimpered softly.

Cords wrapped around each ankle, leaving her spread eagle on the bed with little room to move. He settled his weight between her legs.

“Now we can take our time.”

Candles flicked her annoyance. Heat swept through the room, an arid tension much like the one coiling within her gut and farther down between her legs. He caressed across her upper thigh and blew a hot breath across her vulva.

“I can smell your arousal,” he whispered. A sinful kiss fell on her mound. He licked downward, his tongue brushing across her over sensitized clit.

No man had ever done this. How could she accept this attention when her body already quaked with need for his cock? She pulled away from the tongue seeking her pussy.

Dmitri growled his displeasure and grasped her hips, forcing her into place for his ministrations. She moaned when his tongue plunged the depths she’d wished he’d take with the thick, hard shaft she’d seen.

Her dry throat emitted muffled sounds, a heady concoction of growled need, groaned pleasure, and purred desire. Her synapses fired missiles, turbo charged power streams she couldn’t contain.

“Dmitri.” A beg for mercy, a cry for more. Macy tugged on the restraints, lost within a sensuous voyage to the abyss which had overcome her before.

Her power syphoned the residual pleasure to fuel the inferno she suspected would engulf her soon. A red haze overtook her vision. Her entire body throbbed.

Dmitri lapped languidly, as if the gates of hell weren’t opening up to take her away any moment. The sultry air burned her lungs. A sheen of sweat dappled Dmitri’s shoulders, his back. Beads of sweat trickled down her cheek.

No, not sweat. Tears.

The sensations were so strong she had no defense but tears. Hot, honest to Goddesses tears. The only working conduit she had to communicate her desperation was her weakened voice.

She wet her lips with her tongue and whispered his name again. “Dmitri.”

He groaned and assailed her clit with his tongue. He licked and sucked. A torrential fire swept across her. She dragged the coolness from the air conditioning into her lungs and surrendered to the ravenous pleasure.

The mind-numbing release left her saturated in a fine mist. Steam had risen in the room. She blinked, forcing her vision to return. Through one eye she noted the lop-sided lamps and scattered knick-knacks strewn about the room. Had a cyclone entered?

Macy groaned. Crap. The earth witches down the hall. Had she channeled their powers somewhere amidst the unbelievable orgasm? Earthquakes tended to agitate Imperial Station. Those darn political air witches were so touchy about their precious air getting tainted with other elements. Don’t make smoke, don’t make dust. Blah, blah, blah.

Dmitri collapsed on the bed beside her, his gaze ablaze with humor.

“I had no idea a little dragon witch could contain so many interesting powers.” He stroked her cheek.

She sighed in contentment and curled her toes. Being released so she could snuggle against his hard body would be nice. A shower would be divine. But both required a certain level of auditory abilities she couldn’t muster.

Several people had tried to warn her what the release of her powers would be like the first time. She’d somehow managed to forget most of it. In the light of the earth-shattering climaxes, though, most of it trickled back into the forefront of her memory—the unheeded warnings.

Ensure no other ancient witch is within your reach.

Okay, she’d forgotten that little tidbit—thus the earthquake from hell.

Remove all sources of your primary elemental power
.

Yeah, okay. So she’d forgotten the candles and sort of singed the paint. The room was due for a few new coats anyway. Something blue perhaps. No, sage. Yeah, sage would be nice.

 Macy suspected the next time would be far worse. She’d been too overwhelmed by Dmitri to truly channel her powers, and he’d been so intent on her pleasure he hadn’t syphoned any of her powers like she’d expected him to. They’d have to discuss the how-to-do-this-the-right-way rulebook before next time.

Vampires helped cursed witches by temporarily inhaling their powers and spitting them out—essentially sucking them out much like they did blood.

The silk ties collapsed under Dmitri’s tug. She snuggled against him.

“You were incredible.”

She sighed. Yeah, he’d been pretty incredible, too. Tomorrow she’d tell him.

A soft chuckle cocooned her in warmth. “Rest up. We’ll play again soon.”

****

Dmitri settled Macy within the sheets and admired her vibrant aura. Gods, she’d blown him away. Almost literally.

Something had gone horribly wrong. Raw power hummed within him, what he’d managed to syphon of it, anyway. Most had inadvertently crashed into the room. Next time he’d have to be more prepared. No one had warned him ripping—or in this case fucking—the curse from a dragon witch would be quite so dangerous.