Indecent Encounters (26 page)

After drinking the potion, it would take seven hours for the love spell to be reversed. She couldn’t wait until morning to make that potion. Tomorrow was parent-teacher conference day and she couldn’t watch all those fathers lust after her in front of the mothers. No. It couldn’t wait. It was necessary for her to drink that potion tonight.

Determined, she put the handle end of the knife into her mouth, and carefully pulled out a piece of dried beef jerky from her jacket pocket.

The wolf extended his neck and his nostrils flared slightly at the meat in her hand. She dropped it at her feet as the wolf’s gaze followed the meat. He inched closer, his beady eyes watching her cautiously. Then he pounced, and Gretchen almost jumped back in terror.
Almost
. But she stayed where she was, frozen, trying not to make a move. As the wolf devoured the meat, she grabbed a fistful of fur from his back.

His head snapped up and he growled, his body tense as if ready to attack. The white fangs glistened in the light from her flashlight, and she sensed the bright light angered him further. Instantly, she dropped the flashlight and jumped up. She grabbed a tree branch and swung her body upward to another branch, then climbed another and another until she reached the middle of the tall tree where she felt safe. Ten years of gymnastics finally paid off.

It was perfect timing, too, Gretchen realized, as her panicked gaze traveled from wolf to wolf. Two more had followed the scent.

She took the knife out of her mouth and stabbed it into the tree trunk. Then Gretchen pulled out a small bag from her back pocket and put the fur into it. Next was the bat, but with the wolves circling the tree below, she didn’t want to risk her life trying to find the cave.

For the first time in her life, the witch’s sense of panic finally came in handy. She watched intently as the spray bottle slipped out of her pocket and flew through the air. All three wolves jumped and took off after the bottle, its alluring fragrance more potent than human blood.

She yanked the knife out of the tree and carefully climbed down. With the wolves following the scent away from her, at least she was safe from that danger.
For now, anyway.

She walked in the general direction of a bat cave she knew of, hoping to find a single bat without being attacked by a colony.

Gretchen didn’t know how long it took to get to the cave, but her heart started to race when she came upon it. Fear licked at her like an icicle inside her veins. She didn’t want to enter the cave, desperately hoped she wouldn’t have to.

She took a couple of steps closer and examined her surroundings. A few trees stood strong by the entrance of the cave and she saw about ten bats hanging upside down on one of the branches.

Instinct warned her she’d be attacked once she made her move. There was no way around it. Her only hope at that moment was to get her hands on one of those bats.

She walked as quietly as she could toward the sleeping beasts.

They must’ve heard her approach, for they unfolded their wings, ready to take flight. She gripped the tip of the blade between her thumb and forefinger, took aim, and threw the knife, piercing one bat’s wing and pinning it to the trunk of the tree. The bat screeched, struggling against the knife.

Gretchen ran toward the bat as the colony began to fly out of the cave interior. She quickly pulled out an empty medicine bottle from her pocket and placed it under the bat’s wing, catching its dripping blood. Tiny, sharp fangs pierced the skin on her neck and hands, and she flung her free arm around frantically, trying to fight them off, but to no avail. They tangled in her hair, screeching and sucking blood out of her scalp.

She knew she couldn’t stay here long or risk serious injury…maybe worse. She had to hurry.

Gretchen put as much of the blood into the bottle as she could and twisted the cap on. Then she pulled the knife out of the bat’s wing.

The poor bat fell down on the soft soil and fluttered its uninjured wing, withering in pain as it screeched. She couldn’t leave it the way it was. As much as she disliked bats, she couldn’t kill one either, although its buddies were trying to kill
her
. There was only one thing she could do. Spit on it. Although a witch’s spit had healing powers, she’d never tested it. Gretchen was an old-fashioned medicine and band-aid girl, and she didn’t lick her wounds. However, considering the circumstances, she spit on the injured bat wing and rubbed it around with her fingers. Immediately, the wound began to close up.
Good enough
. She couldn’t wait around any longer, and Gretchen took off running as fast as she could.

As she ran back through the forest, toward the car, Gretchen knew that someday, somehow, there will be consequences for what she did to the wolf and the bat.

Chapter Three

Back in the safety of her apartment, Gretchen showered, made her potion and drank the disgusting beverage. Then she poured herself a nice glass of chardonnay and shortly after, she was ready for bed. The journey into the forest had taken its toll on her. Preferring to sleep nude, she crawled into her sanctuary and snuggled under the sheets.

She had the strangest dreams, erotic fantasies that were beyond her reality. Kinky sex with handcuffs and blindfolds.

Gretchen held the whip in her hands, while her body was covered in imitation leather…

A hand touched her. It snaked up her waistline from behind to curl up her front. Soft fingertips traveled down her navel, right down to her mound, playing with her pubic hair before slipping into her wet folds. Then the erotic heat of a large cock pressed against the back of her thighs, just below her buttocks
.

Another hand slid over her shoulder, and traveled down her breast, cupping it provocatively
.
She didn’t have large breasts and that one hand held her boob like a perfectly fitted bra cup. Then, that hand traveled down her ribcage, her side, to her butt, where it pinched and kneaded playfully.

Everything became dark and her dreams became more senses rather than images. She felt hot breath on the back of her neck, like a lover nestled softly behind her, and then on her breast, like a teasing whisper. She’d never had any physically enticing dreams before.

Her eyes shot open the instant her brain processed what was going on. She wasn’t dreaming of those touches. They were happening while she slept!

It was dark in the room, the only light came from her small bedroom window which was behind her. The light of it illuminated a mysterious man sleeping beside her. His head was lower than the pillow. Actually, it was level with her breasts and when he breathed, his breath tingled her nipples. The sensitive buds rose to attention, extending to the mystery man’s lips, even as ice cold panic engulfed her body. She stared at the rest of him, and he was naked too.
Completely naked!

He was tall, his legs dangling carelessly off the foot of her bed.

A soft, warm breeze on the back of her neck made Gretchen look behind her. She noticed an arm draped over her body, and a hand with long fingers curled into the blonde hairs between her legs. Warning bells rang in her ears and she turned her head slowly, afraid of what she was going to see. Behind her lay a man, a tall man with a body ripped with muscle. And yes, just like the other man, he was naked too. She jerked on the bed and screamed, her actions wrought out of instinct. Getting to the phone to call the police was her next thought.

Gretchen grabbed the bed sheet and draped it over her body, doing her damndest not to flash her two naked intruders.

They both sat up in unison, almost like they had rehearsed what was happening. The licks of panic tingled through her and all the lights in the apartment started flickering until only the bedside lamps were on and all the others were off again. The burgundy curtains by the window snapped shut and fluttered for a second, although the window was closed.

“Who…” she said in a shaky, squeaky voice. “Who are you?”

In the lamplight, she studied both men more closely. The one behind her was taller, with jet black hair and almost amber eyes, hinted with green. They were mesmerizing and seductive. She tore her gaze away before she completely lost herself in their depths. He had a triangular face, like that of a prince rather than a modern man. His firm red lips looked like they were made for kissing. There was a cut across his entire right arm where blood had dried into a crimson and brown line. It didn’t appear like he was in pain over the cut, although the sight of it made her wince. Before common sense and logic could take control of her, she asked the first question that came to mind. “What happened to you?”

He looked at her as though she was dumb. “You.”

“Me?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, you. You did this when you pinned me against that tree with that stupid knife.” The stranger opened his mouth and flashed a pair of fangs.

Great.
She had managed to annoy a vampire. “Drinking a witch’s blood can kill a vampire,” she added in self-defense, although the words sounded weak even to her own ears.

“Sure.” He shrugged and his lean muscles rippled. “But having sex with one can make a vampire immortal.”

“What about the bats that drank some of my blood? Did they…” Worry engulfed her. She didn’t want to kill anyone, not even a slimy bat. “Did they die?”

The vampire laughed. “Luckily those were just bats. My vampire friends were out hunting.” Just like that, he ripped the sheet from her body without even touching it. Gretchen gasped, and tried to cover herself with her hands, but it was futile. His soft, yet masculine chuckle made her wet between her legs.

She turned to the other man and gazed into his intense blue eyes. She’d seen those eyes somewhere before. He was tall, but not as tall as the vampire. His face was more chiseled and square, and just as sexy. He had more muscles, and from the look of it, his package was bigger too. He scratched his chestnut colored head. “Don’t bother covering yourself. I’ve seen you naked already.”

“Who are you?”

Instead of answering he turned around, revealing his back. He had an ass that any woman would want to sink her nails into, even bite and nibble on, but she doubted that was what he wanted to show her. She forced herself to look up. A bruise spread over half of his back. Speckles of dried blood over scraped skin looked painful as hell.

“Did I do that?”

He looked over his muscular shoulder. “Yes, when you ripped my fur out.”

“Sorry.” What were the chances to wake up and find a vampire and a werewolf in her bed? Knowing both were mystical creatures, her plan to call the police would be pointless now.

“Why did you do this to both of us?” the werewolf asked.

“Yeah. What was so important that you couldn’t use store bought material?” the vampire added.

Feeling a lot less frightened now, knowing both men were of a similar existence as she, Gretchen pushed off the bed and took a seat on her dresser. The fact that she was naked made no difference now. “A love spell.”

Both men exchanged knowing glances and looked at her sadly, like they both understood where she was coming from. “It’s hard to find love when you’re a creature and your own kind is hunted,” said the werewolf. He stood and walked over to her, offering his hand. “My name is Kane, by the way.”

“Vlado,” said the vampire.

“Gretchen,” she added with a shy smile. “Many years ago I was cursed to be loveless my entire life. I just wanted to change that.”

Kane nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. “I still don’t understand why you had to go hunting for material when you could have bought it.”

Gretchen averted her gaze. “You see, I cast the love spell yesterday, but I didn’t know it was going to make every man on earth fall in love with me. I don’t want that.” She sighed, feeling alone and unloved. “I just want one person to love me, to want to be with me. I needed you guys to reverse the spell.” She covered her face in her hands. “All I want is to find that special someone to spend my life with. Or even a temporary someone who would last longer than one lousy night.”

Memories resurfaced of the few guys she’d actually slept with. All nights were short-lived with the man leaving in less than thirty minutes. All she wanted was someone to love her, hold her, and give her mind-blowing sex. Just the thought of that made her nipples harden and her pussy ache with need that had yet to be fulfilled. She wanted real hot, kinky sex—not the missionary position. She wanted everything there was to have in the world of ecstasy. How ridiculous to be under a love spell, with two naked men in her room, and still unable to get one of them inside her.

Before Gretchen could answer, her body lifted from the dresser and she was tossed onto the bed sheets with a thump and a bounce. Her cry of surprise resounded through the room.

They can read thoughts? Oh, god.
Her mind raced with questions, but before she could even process any of it, she had two handsome men standing at the foot of the bed, both gazing at her like they wanted to fuck her brains out. Her body came alive with fiery need.

Gretchen’s hands lifted over her head, and although nothing was pinning them down, it felt like they were tied up with a silk scarf. Vlado stared at her, his green-amber eyes probing into her wandering mind.

Vlado’s tongue between her thighs.
She could see it, although she couldn’t feel it. No man had ever licked her down there.

Kane’s tongue lapping across her hard nipple.

Vlado’s big cock in her mouth.

Kane’s fingers buried deep inside her pussy.

Vlado’s finger teasing the entrance to her anus.