Bewitch Me - A Halloween Collection (12 page)

Not that watching him fuck wasn’t a revelation – from the pull of those hard muscles moving under sleek golden skin to the grip of his hands holding soft flesh captive for the hard thrust of his impossibly large cock. She still hadn’t gotten over her reaction to last year’s New Year’s party, which had rapidly devolved into a magic and alcohol-soaked orgy that culminated in Lea her using all of her abilities to pop up to the chandelier to avoid a particularly handsy half-troll. From there, she had been mesmerized by the sight of Kirk, naked and glorious, eating out the voluptuous nymph from accounting while a blue-haired sprite worshipped his cock with eager lips. Half-appalled and completely aroused, Lea couldn’t look away as the sprite clambered up to impale herself on his dick while the nymph sitting on his face writhed in pleasure.

Lea winced. That kind of crazy sexual excess wasn’t her. She wanted
him,
not him, two vampires and a satyr, thank you very much. If she had to settle for one night of blisteringly hot sex, it was going to be with him and her and no extra cast members.

Like you wouldn’t totally drop to your knees if he said he wanted to watch you suck some big, Lycan cock. Tramp.

She ignored the shocking quiver of excitement at the idea of Kirk serving her up like a sexual hors d’oeuvre, and focused on the situation at hand.

“And here I was hoping I could have you all to myself tonight.” she murmured in what she hoped was an appropriately seductive voice. To emphasize the point, she trailed a finger down his torso to flirt with the buckle on his belt as he continued to torture her nipple. “Unless you think you need assistance.”

“Two are better than one, sweetheart.”

Lea looked up to see Hunt strolling to join them, a glass of champagne in his hand. He grinned as he looked her over, the cherubic dimples in his cheeks making an appearance. Lea wasn’t fooled by his angelic good looks and soft brown eyes – Hunt lived up to his name, always in search of sexual conquest, and his appetite was the stuff of legend.

“I’m afraid we haven’t been properly introduced.” He looked…curious.

“And you’re not going to be,” growled Kirk, tucking her nipple back into her bodice, “The lady has decided that she doesn’t want an audience tonight.”

Hunt tsked.

“What a shame. Let me know if you change your mind, sweetheart. I’d be delighted to fuck you any way you like.”

“Shut up, Hunt.”

Hunt grinned, unrepentant, and downed his champagne.

“Actually, I have my eyes set on other prey tonight. Have you seen Lea?”

Lea nearly choked, but managed to keep it together as Kirk frowned.

“What do you need Lea for?”

“I just want to ask her to dance.”

His voice was innocent, but Lea was shocked by the wicked hunger that flashed across his face.
He SO wants more than a dance. Interesting.

Apparently Kirk had the same realization, and the knowledge didn’t please him. He let Lea go and turned to face his lieutenant.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Hunt?”

“Come on,” scoffed Hunt, “Just because you have your head up your ass doesn’t mean that every other man in the building hasn’t realized that under those God-awful suits she wears, the eminent Ms. Gillingham is a sex kitten waiting to be stroked.”

My suits are just fine,
Lea thought, indignant, and then,
Sex kitten???

“It’s Halloween,” Hunt continued, “Maybe I can convince her to let her hair down.”

Kirk raised a warning finger.

“She’s not one of your cock-hungry nymphets, Hunt. Lea’s not like that, and I’m sure that in some alternate universe where you did manage to talk her out of her clothes, you’d probably both be disappointed by the experience. So leave her alone, you got it? I don’t want you driving away one of my best employees.”

Lea felt sick, and suddenly the night’s sexapade lost its fun. Hearing out loud that not only was Kirk not interested, but didn’t want anyone else to want her for fear of losing a good worker was a blow that hurt more than she thought it would. She wanted to go home, strip off the stupid corset, and climb into bed with a pint of ice cream or two. She was just about to voice a quick excuse when she pictured Tricia’s disapproval – her best friend would know how to handle this.

Don’t leave without getting what you wanted
, she’s say,
Fuck him, and then fuck him again, and then at the end of the night tell him the truth right before you walk away. He doesn’t deserve you, but that doesn’t mean you can’t stick to the original plan and make use of one of the city’s best sex toys before you inform him of what he missed. Teach him a lesson he won’t forget.

Lea took a deep breath to center herself and then stepped forward to take Kirk’s hand and snuggle his arm against her cleavage.

“I’m bored,” she murmured, “Are you going to do me or not?”

“I’m warning you, Hunt.”

With a last glare at his grinning friend, Kirk turned away and started toward his office, tugging Lea after him.

THE MAN WAS
A menace.

Kirk fumed as he practically dragged the succubus toward his office, furious with Hunt for being Hunt, and furious with himself for caring.

Lea is off limits
. Which was stupid. The woman was entitled to a life outside of work. Besides, it was none of his business, and for all he knew, she could already have a lover or two on the side to fulfill any needs she might have. She wasn’t a hag, she was just – Lea. Pretty, normal, Lea. Of course, it was hard to tell what she really looked like. The suits she wore were boxy and shapeless, and her blonde hair was always pulled back tightly from her face. She had lovely skin, though, and clear blue eyes. Kirk had never really noticed her like that – he’d been so relieved when she stepped in to organize his life, so who cared what she looked like? He swore under his breath. He didn’t want to think about Lea being pretty or fuckable in any way. He certainly didn’t want to think about Hunt trying to seduce her.

If he lays one finger on her…shit.

A sudden image assailed him – Lea’s warm skin flushed with pleasure, her eyes wide and luminous with sexual surprise. He’d never seen her hair down, but from the tendrils that rebelliously escaped from her habitual bun, he knew it would be a rich gold, with long, luxuriant curls, perfect for wrapping around his fist while he rode her to completion. The surge of heat was sudden, fierce, and most unwelcome.

Suddenly Kirk was out of patience, out of the mood for sexual games. His body was primed, his skin tight. He would work off this restless energy between the succubus’ luscious thighs, and then maybe drag Lea out of bed for an early breakfast to go over the week’s schedule. The thought of Lea in bed, her skin soft and warm, her hair sleep-mussed, had him hardening another inch.

What is wrong with me?

The succubus was quiet as he pulled her into his office and shut the door. He wondered briefly if she were from some alternate species – she was almost shy. Succubi were never shy. They were aggressive and sultry and always up for the most depraved and exotic sexual encounters. Perfect for a casual romp any day of the week. This one was…sweet. It was a mystery, and Kirk pushed aside inappropriate thoughts about Lea to focus on the puzzle in front of him. He turned on the low desk lamp, filling the room with a soft, seductive glow. Stepping up behind her, he pushed the gossamer fall of her hair out of the way to nibble on the curve of her neck, pleased at the quick inhalation, delighted by her taste.

“I hope you’re in the mood for a long, hard ride. Would you prefer the couch or the desk? Or maybe the floor?” he asked, courteous.

“The desk is fine,” she gasped, arching her neck to give him better access.

His hands felt around her waist, and a second later, her skirt fluttered to the floor, leaving her in the corset, strappy heels, and a tiny satin thong. He couldn’t resist cupping and stroking that perfect ass, enjoying her little murmurs of pleasure. He wished he’d asked for her name as he reached for the laces of her corset.

“Leave it,” she murmured.

He froze for a moment, but then smiled.

 “As the lady wishes.”

His hands came around front to cup her breasts, and then pushed the corset down far enough to free them, their weight and heat delicious in his hands. Kirk turned her around for a better look.

“You are exquisite.”

Her laugh was husky, licking along his senses.

He lowered his lips to her neck, easing down further to take one dusky pink nipple into his mouth. She moaned as it hardened against his tongue, and Kirk was tempted to reach up and swallow that sweet sound down his throat. The impulse surprised him – he almost never kissed his lovers on the mouth. It was too intimate, too personal. He didn’t want to give them the wrong idea. Instead, he focused on the succubus’ breasts, losing himself in the incredible taste and feel of her while she gripped his head and held him close. This was wonderful. This was glorious and delicious.

Something was off.

Kirk pulled back to frown at the tight, wet nipple he’d sucked to a turgid point.

“What’s wrong?”

Kirk straightened, his eyes narrowing on her.

“There’s something familiar about you, something…other. You don’t taste like a succubus.”

She laughed, but the sound was nervous.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The soft light of the lamp picked up streaks of gold in the succubus’ hair. They hadn’t been there before. Something
rippled
across her face, under the skin, and her lovely features
wavered.
Kirk gripped her arms.

“You’re no succubus. What are you?” he demanded.

She shook her head in denial.

“I’m not in the mood for games.”

Raw power rippled through the room, stirring up papers and flickering the lights. She tensed in his grasp. She should be frightened. It was a dangerous thing to try and fool a warlock, especially one as powerful as Kirk. Whatever her agenda, he would find out one way or another.

A swirl of magic, a loud POP, and the glamour concealing her true features melted away, leaving Kirk staring in stunned surprise at –

“Lea,” he breathed.

JUST KILL ME AND get it over with
, Lea thought to herself.  She was terrified and humiliated and ready to pummel Tricia whose stupid incantation crapped out on her, but still fuzzy with heat and arousal. Somewhere lurking in her tapioca brain was the nagging realization that her best friend had set her up, for some unknown reason of her own. Her breasts were tingling from the scrape of his jaw, her pussy wet and aching from each dizzying pull of his mouth on her nipples.

“What did you do?” Kirk’s voice was harsh with disbelief.

Lea shook her head, but knew she’d have to say something, anything –

“I wanted sex.”

Okay, unvarnished truth is good.

Except that he didn’t look like he liked her answer. He let her go to stomp across the room and pour himself two fingers of scotch, which he threw back in one gulp.

“So you decided to become a succubus for the night? Do you realize how dangerous that is? In this crowd? Succubi aren’t really known for saying no, Lea! What if I hadn’t been there?”

Now he was scolding her like a child. She could take care of herself. Forgetting for the moment that she was mostly naked in his office, she stomped over to poke him in the chest.

“You are so fucking arrogant, Kirk. Maybe I wasn’t waiting for you. Maybe you were just in the right place at the right time.”

He slammed the glass down on the wet bar and grabbed her, anger and heat in his stormy blue eyes. Lea was amazed she didn’t catch fire.

“Any cock would do, is that what you’re saying?” he bit out, “I hadn’t realized you were so hard up, Ms. Gillingham.”

They glared at each other in the low light for a long moment, and something shifted as awareness prickled through the air. She held her breath as his hand crept upward, almost involuntarily, to once again strum her nipple. She should be running for her life. The whole night was a disaster. He pinched the tight little nub and she couldn’t stifle the moan as pleasure streaked down to her clit.

“So, Lea wants to be fucked.”

She tilted her chin up, defiant.

“Yes, and I’m not going to apologize for that. There are men out there who would be happy to sleep with me. Maybe I’ll just go find Hunt. He seemed interested.”

“You are
not
going to go find Hunt,” he growled, his grip on her breast tightening.

Heat swamped her at his possessive tone.

Well, well, well. So we like a little domination, do we?

Lea ignored her inner voice and tried to put some inches between herself and the angry warlock. She couldn’t think with all that hard muscle pressed against her. At least he was still dressed.

What a shame.

“Let me go.”

He ignored her demand and hooked his free hand under her knee, wrapping it around his waist and lining her throbbing pussy up with his hard shaft.
Oh yes.