Bewitch Me - A Halloween Collection (17 page)

“That’s a handy trick,” managed Felicia, though she was so wound up, she could barely get the words out.

Then he grinned at her, and everything clenched. Her mind was blank, and all she could think, spread naked on the roof for Gavin’s pleasure, was
more.

HER CLIT WAS SILVER, too, shining out from slick folds that were otherwise gloriously bare, and Gavin’s mouth watered. But first –

He levered himself up to tug the jeweled clips from her hair.

“Wait!”

Felicia’s hands shot up to stop him, but it was too late. The pile of silver locks came tumbling down, rolling in silver ribbons to her hips. It took Gavin a second to grasp, but then he realized that her hair was
alive
, moving not with the wind, but of its own volition.

“What the hell?”

“Sorry,” muttered Felicia, trying and failing to pull it back as it caressed his jaw and shoulders.

One intrepid tendril even worked its way into his collar and popped off the top two buttons of his shirt to stroke his chest. Warm and soft and scented with lilac. Gavin groaned as his cock tightened painfully.

“Just ignore it. It gets a little…excited.”

“I think it likes me,” said Gavin, twining a lock around his fingers and tugging lightly before pressing it to his lips.

It was as though he’d touched a live wire. Felicia’s entire body arched in obvious pleasure and Gavin felt a hot surge of realization. He’d never been with a woman whose hair was a hot spot before, but…
damn.
He filed the information away, letting the clips drop onto the growing pile of clothes and turning his focus to the tempting silver nub between toned thighs. Her hair swirled around, stroking and teasing, making him dizzy. Gavin nuzzled her bare mound.

“So smooth and soft. Do you wax?” he asked, and Felicia shook her head.

“I’m…naturally bare. There’s some faerie blood back a few generations,” she said.

“Lucky me,” said Gavin, and
licked.

The sound Felicia made was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

“Make that sound for me again,” he murmured, and used his thumbs to part her folds even further, thrilled to find her soaked and more than ready for him.

He captured her little clit in his mouth as he eased a finger into her sheath, growling at the incredible taste and feel of hot, tight,
wet
Felicia as she panted above him, her hands in his hair, her hips moving as he started to stroke. He added a second finger and she nearly went off like a rocket.

“I need to stretch you, my sweet little witch,” said Gavin, licking all around her swollen clit as she rocked up to his mouth, desperate, “I’ve got a lot to offer, and I want you to take every inch.”

He grinned against her pussy as she jerked at the words. Naughty inspiration struck, and Gavin grabbed the silver tendril that was in his shirt, curling around his nipple. With a deft hand, he stroked her clit with the quivering lock, silver on silver, as his fingers continued their steady plunge and withdrawal into liquid heat. Felicia tightened around him, thighs trembling, nipples tight, her eyes dark with pleasure.

“Oh God. Oh, Gavin, that feels – oh,
oh –”

Felicia exploded with a thin, high cry, her body clamping down on his fingers as Gavin leaned forward to suck her clit back into his mouth to absorb every delicious little spasm. Her hair went wild, whipping around them in total abandon. When Felicia slumped back against the wall, spent, so did her hair, except for one tendril that reached out gently to stroke his cheek. Felicia’s eyes were closed. Gavin wasn’t even sure she was aware of doing it, but his heart clenched at the soft touch. He could still feel the effects of the spell winding through his system, but he knew without a doubt that these incredible soul-quaking emotions were mostly his.

Which meant he was completely
fucked.

FELICIA HAD NEVER COME like that for
anyone
, and she was shaken and awed and hungry all at once. She didn’t even try to stop herself when Gavin pulled himself to his feet. Her fingers went straight to his shirt buttons, eagerly undoing the rest, brushing aside silver locks when they unhelpfully tried to help. Gavin put his hands on her waist and started to lift her, but –

“Wait. I want to see you first,” murmured Felicia, and he paused.

Felicia spread his shirt wide. Even in the dim light, she could make out the carved ridges of muscle, golden and lightly sprinkled with dark hair, the narrow trail below his navel clearly designed for her tongue. She shoved the shirt off his shoulders and leaned forward to taste his skin, the hard pecs warm and exciting under her hands.

“Touch me,” murmured Gavin, and Felicia did, learning the spots that made him jerk with pleasure, fascinated by the heavy bulge in his pants that seemed to grow with every wicked stroke of her fingers and lips against his skin.

Through it, he held himself rigid, his breathing harsh. Unable to torture him or herself any further, Felicia hurried to undo his belt, impatiently shoving trousers and boxer-briefs aside to free his cock.

“Perfect,” moaned Felicia.

Gavin was long and hard and breathtakingly thick, with a fat, juicy, plum-shaped crown and a heavy sac below the neat thatch of dark hair at his groin. Felicia wrapped both hands around him, savoring the low groan that ripped from his throat almost as much as she reveled in the heat and heft of him. A bead of liquid pearled from the tiny slit as she stroked, and Felicia hummed in approval as she rubbed it back into the head before raising her thumb to her mouth to suck the digit clean.

“Mmmm…” she murmured.

“Naughty,” he breathed, eyes wide as he watched her mouth.

“I can’t decide what I want first,” she teased, and then squealed as Gavin lifted her.

Her legs immediately twined around his waist, her hair wrapping them up in a silken cocoon.

“Are you always such a tease, or is it just because you’ve literally got me under your spell?” he asked before taking her mouth like a warlord, his fingers digging into her ass.

Gavin didn’t bother waiting for an answer, but, using one hand to hold her, swiftly pressed the blunt head of his cock to her opening. Felicia hissed at the searing feel of him as he slowly began to part her folds for his possession.

“You’re protected?” he asked, panting.

“Yes. Uterozap,” she said, referring to a popular form of magical contraception.

He nudged in further and she tensed.

“You’re…thicker than I imagined,” she admitted, gasping as her body took the crown and he rocked his hips in tiny, sexy little nudges.

God, I’m so wet.

“You imagined my cock?” grinned Gavin tightly, pulling back slightly so that Felicia’s shoulders were balanced against the wall and he could watch himself work the thick stalk into her pussy, “Just like that, my sweetest witch. Take every inch. Look at that swollen little clit, so excited and hard as I fill you, like your lovely silver nipples. Is this what you thought about, Felicia?”

“Yes,” she groaned.

“What else?” he prompted, pulling out, clearly relishing the drag of his dick against her wet flesh before pushing back in with a sure, determined stroke.

He was even thicker near the base and she writhed, desperate to take more, wondering if it was possible for him to split her in two.

“I thought about you…in my hands. In my mouth. Everywhere,” Felicia moaned as he finally hilted, the feel of him more than just pleasure, more than just physical or magic.

This was
possession,
Felicia realized as Gavin started to move, his eyes blazing into hers as his hips worked, her hair winding around his wide biceps and even reaching down to curl around the base of his cock, squeezing rhythmically with every stroke. His face was tight with pleasure, his hands keeping her positioned so that every heavy, wet thrust ended with a hot rub against her clit.

“Tell me it isn’t just the spell,” she begged, needing his reassurance that this was
more
than magic.

His answer was lost as a deft brush of his finger to her clit had her coming again in a violent surge of pleasure that stole her breath and her sanity. Gavin caught her last cries with his mouth as his thrusts became more urgent, and his explosion triggered an aftershock of pleasure, and Felicia could only hold on as the hot wash of his come filled her quivering channel. Breathless, she pressed kisses to his jaw, his eyes, his temple – anywhere she could reach – as he slowly came back down to Earth.

Gavin kissed her, soothing and intimate rather than crazed and sexual, and Felicia was surprised to find herself blushing as he levered back slightly to look into her eyes, brushing a lock of hair back over her shoulder.

“I love your hair. If you hadn’t come like a banshee, I’d still know I satisfied you,” he marveled, as a tendril of the shimmering, clearly satisfied mane wrapped itself around his wrist.

“Since when did you have such a dirty mouth?” asked Felicia, amused.

Gavin grinned.

“Well, I think the coven might object if I express my desire to bend you naked over the conference table during our weekly meeting.”

“It’s always the quiet ones.”

Felicia tightened on the half-hard flesh still firmly embedded in her pussy, and the grin vanished.

“I wish we could stay on this rooftop, just like this,” he said, and the wistful note in his tone conjured up an answering pang in Felicia’s heart.

“We have a little while,” she said, not wanting to return to reality quite yet, either.

“I don’t want you to get cold,” insisted Gavin.

“Believe me,” said Felicia, taking a delicate bite of his shoulder, “the last thing I’m feeling is cold.”

“Oh, really?” teased Gavin, “Well, in that case…would you like to join me in admiring the view? You can lean on the ledge and admire all the sparkly lights of the city, and I can admire your gorgeous ass while I fuck you.”

Felicia laughed, but the sound became a moan as she saw that he was completely serious.

“When you put it like that…”

But they didn’t get any further because at that moment, the door banged open and out tumbled Fae, a dozen partygoers, and Gavin’s sheepish bodyguards.

Oh. Shit.

The words formed in her head, but Felicia was too stunned to react as her golden-haired sister stared at them in shock.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Fuck,” muttered Gavin.

THE CIRCUMSTANCES WERE NOT ideal. A man didn’t necessarily want to confront an adversary with his pants around his ankles and his cock buried deep inside a gorgeous, naked witch whose sister was currently looking at him like she was trying to decide whether to drop a vat of boiling oil on his head or simply transform him into one giant, oozing sore.

With more calm than he felt, he carefully eased himself out of Felicia and grabbed his shirt to cover her before hitching his pants up and tucking his still-engorged cock away. He was sure most of the drunken party witches and a handful of satyrs and fairies got a good look, and he felt fairly certain that he’d heard the
snap
of a cell phone camera. But Gavin couldn’t concentrate on the PR nightmare of his erect junk pics making the magical rounds. Fae was ready to blow.

Felicia was scrambling to button Gavin’s shirt and head off the disaster.

“Fae! What are you doing here?”

“Me? What the hell are
you
doing here, other than fucking the man who ruined my life?”

“He didn’t ruin your life, Fae. You’re young. You’ve got plenty of time to have a position on the Council.”

“I had the votes!”

Gavin tried to step around Felicia, but she blocked him. The entourage just watched, fascinated.

“You’re not ready,” said Gavin, aiming to look authoritative despite his lack of a shirt and recently-fucked hair.

Felicia’s hair was agitated, whipping out of control.

Fae shrieked, and a bolt of power zoomed by, striking the edge of the rooftop ledge, which disintegrated into dust.

“Fae! Calm down!” ordered Felicia, as her sister struggled with angry tears.

“How could you sleep with him? After what he did?”

“Because I love him!” shouted Felicia, and Gavin was stunned.

“No, you don’t,” insisted Fae, and power started to glow around her.

“Don’t do this,” begged Felicia, “Please, Fae.”

“Me? I didn’t get naked on a rooftop for this creep. Did he even make you come? He’s going to ruin your life just like he ruined mine and move on to next available nymph who’s willing to spread her legs for him!”

Gavin snapped.

He didn’t even have to think about it. A surge of magic and suddenly Fae was lifted off the ground to hover over the edge of the rooftop, nothing between her and the ground but endless stories of thin night air. Felicia cried out.

“Stop it! Both of you!”

Fae struggled, but couldn’t break his magical grip. She could, however, still hurl, and Gavin felt the wave of heat as one of her bolts singed the ground near his feet, eating away at the cement. She screeched in frustration, and the rooftop fairly pulsed with magic. Their audience beat a hasty retreat to the doorway, but didn’t leave entirely – danger to life and limb notwithstanding, apparently this was too good to miss.