The Last Witch Hunter (Witch Hunters) (8 page)

Nikita shifted from one foot to the other and she avoided his gaze.
“As you have already guessed, I find you attractive.”

Ronan grinned. “So you’re saying that you were turned on by what I said? That you’re tempted.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I haven’t decided anything yet.”

He wanted to jump and shout for joy. That she was even considering him as a mate was a serious improvement. “Anything I can do to help you make up your mind?”

Her eyes fastened onto his lips and his breath caught in his chest. “Maybe.”

“You want to kiss me.” It wasn’t a question. He wet his lips an
d dried his palms on his jeans before holding his hands out to her. “Come here. I won’t take advantage of your state of undress. I promise.” Making a promise wasn’t taken lightly by witch. Promises were binding.

She nodded once. Then dropped her towel.
“Déjà vu,” he murmured as she approached him, her curvaceous hips swaying sexily. She knocked his hands aside and slung her leg over his thighs. He leaned back against the couch, groaning as Nikita crawled on top of him. Her thighs were splayed wide as she straddled him, giving him an enviable view of her firm breasts and her glistening pussy. She was waxed below so that only a thin strip of hair remained. When she kissed him, he gripped her waist to keep his hands from wandering as they were wont to do. He didn’t know what had brought on this change in her and he didn’t want to do anything to make her stop. She pressed warm, soft lips against his, her bottom lip settling beneath his. When her tongue tapped at the corner of his mouth, he didn’t hesitate to open and allow her entrance.

    The second their tongues touched his hips bucked of their own accord. God! It was as though pure lightning raced through his veins. He knew she felt it, too. She moaned and molded her body to his
, her fingers sliding into the curls at the nape of his neck as she slanted her mouth over his and further deepened the kiss. Her pebbled nipples enticed him through his shirt. He prayed she wouldn’t stop him as he moved his hands up her ribcage and cupped her full breasts. When she didn’t protest, he thumbed the hard tips.

Nikita
fed from him as though she were dying of thirst. Her hunger pushed his to new heights. He tugged her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her hands in his hair kept him captive as her tongue plundered the depths of his mouth over and over. He groaned as she began rotating her hips, riding his confined erection.

“This would feel so much better if you were naked, too.”

He stripped off his shirt. She undid his jeans and pushed down his underwear, revealing his swollen cock. Ronan lifted off the couch to lower his clothes to mid-thigh but was stopped by Nikita’s next action. Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she squeezed him hard and stroked upward, eliciting a drop of pre-cum. She shifted her body to the side, leaned over and gave the head of his cock a firm, slow lick like she would taste a lollipop. He could have come then and there. “Shit,” he muttered. “That was so fucking hot.” Frantic, he shoved his jeans down his legs and kicked them, along with his shoes, off his feet.

Nikita was back on him in an instant. She ran her hands up his stomach and over his ribs. Her exploration stopped at his shoulders. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m clean. I’m on the pill.” She traced the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue before teasing the inner canal. “Witches can’t catch or transmit diseases.
I’m going to fuck you hard and I want you to come inside me.”

Ronan
’s cock pulsed so hard that it jumped. She didn’t know what she was asking for. It was exactly what he wanted. Having unprotected sex with her would initiate the formation of the mating bond between them. It would grow stronger each time they made love. Though she seemed to be considering accepting him as her mate, he didn’t think she was ready to start the bond. “I want that too-”

“Sh
h. Don’t get sappy on me. This is a one-time fuck. That’s it.”

Disappointed, he put her away from him. She had to be the most stubborn woman he’d ever met.
“Nikita, you’re my mate. The second you kissed me—”

“Do you want to do this or not? Trust me, this opportunity will not come up again.”

The right answer, the moral answer, was no. She didn’t understand the ramifications of what they were about to do. But if he didn’t make love to her now, she would leave him and never look back. He couldn’t risk losing her. “I want you.”

She took his hand and led him upstairs. He liked that she didn’t seem at all self-conscious about her body. T
hough small in stature, she wasn’t lacking in curves. Her caramel skin seemed to glow. On her right shoulder, she bore the tattoo of the profile of an angel wielding a curved dagger. A single drop of blood dripped from the tip. The angel’s hair and gown seemed to flow with the wind. The work was very detailed and beautiful. He was reaching out to touch it when they reached the bedroom.

“Get on the bed. Sit with you
r back pressed to the headboard,” Nikita commanded.

As he followed her instructions, i
t occurred to him that she had taken complete control of this situation. She straddled him once more. He took breasts in hand and licked and suckled one while he tugged the other. She fit her pussy to his cock and slipped him between her moist pussy lips, grinding their pelvises together. Ronan groaned. He was afraid he wasn’t going to make it. “You’re killing me,” he muttered, changing breasts. If anything, she rode him harder.

He was more than ready when she positioned him at the entrance. She was
hot and very tight. He watched as the head breached her cunt, a visual that had him grinding his teeth and holding his breath. Her heat scalded him. An inch more and she paused, withdrew, and came down again. The sexy little whimpers she emitted as she struggled to take him made him as hard as steel. “Slow down. You can’t just…
shit
.” Her muscles tensed around him, strangling his cock.

“So big,” she muttered
, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Ronan touched her where they were connected, feeling his cock sliding into her slippery pussy.
With each undulation of her hips, she took more of him. Using her moisture, he stroked over her swollen clit. Her pussy clamped over him before growing wetter. He groaned. “You feel so damn good squeezing my dick inside your hot pussy.”

With a cry, she
enveloped his entire length. He gritted his teeth to fight off his impending orgasm. If he’d thought kissing her was intense, it was nothing compared to having his cock buried to the hilt in her wet haven. Every inch of his skin was sensitized.

He held onto her hips as she began to fuck him. She removed his hands and wrapped them around the wrought iron headboard. Bracing herself by digging her fingers into his shoulders, she
fucked his cock hard and fast. Other than where she touched him and where their two bodies were connected, they didn’t touch. 

Her tight channel sucked at his cock, threating to pull the cum from his balls with every thrust. When the sight of his thick erection being devoured by her hungry pussy as she skewered herself on him again and again became too much, he watched her pear shaped breasts bounce from her
rapacious movements. He was gripping the headboard so hard, he thought he might be peeling the paint from the iron.

Unable to remain passive any longer, Ronan thrust up into her. Nikita cried out in surprise. Not to be outdone, she reached behind her and fondled his testicles.
The bedsprings voiced their protest of their rough hungry movements in loud squeaks that ascended in volume and frequency.

He was seconds from embarrassing himself when she gave a cry followed by a moan. She slammed down on him, the muscles of her cunt
milking his manhood. Ronan held still, buried as deeply as he could get inside of her body, and let go. His cock swelled and jerked as he flooded her sweet pussy with his come. He groaned her name.

She went limp and collapsed on him. He smiled when he realized that she was sleeping. Careful so as not to dislodge her and disturb her rest, he scooted down in the bed and arranged her legs in a more comfortable position.
He savored holding her in his arms until his heart rate settled and their bodies began to cool. Carefully, he moved her off his chest and went into the bathroom in search of a cloth. He wet it with warm water and returned to the bedroom to clean Nikita. Her inner thighs were sticky with his semen. He couldn’t recall ever coming so much. She barely stirred during his ministrations. When he finished with her, he cleaned himself up in the bathroom. Sliding back into bed, he pulled Nikita into his arms, her back to his front, and adjusted the covers over them as best he could. He kissed the top of her head. With a quick spell, he turned off all the lights and secured the house.

Chapter Seven

She was burning up. What setting had she left the thermostat on? Hellscape? Nikita struggled to get the covers off but her movements were sluggish. Something heavy was draped over her shoulder holding her in place. Her nipple was tweaked and a finger slid across her slick clit. Eyes flying open as she gasped, she turned her head to find Ronan, his very aroused male body curling around her.

He kissed her neck and then her lips. “Hope you don’t mind,” he rumbled
, his voice thick and deep with sleep. “I want more.” And then he pushed a finger into her pussy. Whatever she was going to say became a moan as her hips thrust up to accept his invasion. He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He continued to pump his finger inside of her. He curled the digit so
it stroked the sensitive spot that had her holding his hand to her and opening her thighs wider. She was close to orgasm when he rolled her over onto her back.

“I let you take charge last time. It’s my turn to fuck you.” He slid between her thighs before she could protest. She hadn’t let a man be on top since her first time. If she wanted something done right, she found it was always best to do it herself.
Yet she found it thrilling as Ronan covered her. Her eyes were adjusted to the dark and she could make out the sight of his broad muscled chest in the moonlight. He kissed her before shifting up to fit his cock to her entrance.

She spread her legs wider to accommodate him. Her nails dug into his biceps as he started to thrust forward. He was a big man in every way.
Taking him was a pleasurable burn. Nikita lifted her pussy to him as he swiveled his hips, burying his length in her one inch at a time.

Wh
en he could go no deeper and his lower body lay flush against hers, they were both breathing hard. “Nikita,” he groaned over her. He braced himself on his forearms so as not to crush her. “Your pussy is so good. So damn good,” he ended on a groan as he withdrew and thrust forward again. He powered into her over and over. His weight pinned her to the bed with each deep plunge. All she could do was hang onto him as he took her. She was powerless against the onslaught. Being dominated had never felt so good. Her pleasure was entirely in his hands. When he found her g-spot, she cried out and her nails dug into him. After that, Ronan hammered that same spot again and again. Nikita convulsed beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her back bowed as pleasure shot from her core and seemed to ensnare the rest of her body. Her toes curled and her breath caught on a scream. Ronan continued to fuck her through the orgasm, increasing the ecstasy to an almost painful intensity.

Ronan groaned and stiffened.
Pressed against her womb, he swelled inside her and she could feel the heat of his come filling her. “Oh, God, Nikita. Love you so much.” After a few minutes, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He held her close but she was too sleepy to object. They were both asleep in minutes.

Nikita stretched. She felt delicious. There was no other word for it. She couldn’t recall the last time she had been so well rested. A smile curled her lips. And then she became aware of the warm hard body behind her.
Well, damn.
Memories of last night came crashing down, ruining her good mood. Trying to console herself with the thought that everyone makes mistakes was useless. She expected better of herself. One taste of his soft pink lips and she’d been a goner.

She bit her lip. But, damn, he’d been good. Better than good. Her nipples peaked and her pussy moistened for another round as she remembered the feel of him sliding against her walls. He’d filled her completely
, stretching her in the most satisfying way. Nothing was as tempting as the forbidden. Never had she been tempted by a witch before. Of course, most of the witches she met were evil and didn’t compare to Ronan in the looks department. He was the handsomest redhead she’d ever met. Who would think a man with red hair could be so sexy?

As much as she enjoyed last night, it could never happen again. It had been a rare weak moment for her.
She liked to believe that one of her strengths was that she didn’t repeat her mistakes. Mentally, she winced. There was that word again. Maybe “mistake” was too harsh a word for what they’d shared. It was an experience she would never regret. She’d indulged in him like a decadent dessert, but now it was time to leave from the buffet table.

Rolling over, she surveyed his sleeping form.
Thick strawberry blonde lashes rested against his cheeks. Stubble graced his jawline. His chest was hard and muscled.  A light smattering of russet hair grew between his nipples, over his pectoral muscles and led down to his flat belly. The sheet pooled at his waist but did nothing to hide his thick morning erection.