The Witch of the Prophecy Page 6

  He continued his investigation. Sticking out from between the cushions of his couch, Aric spotted some denim. Once he pulled it free, he found a yellow G-string inside the pants, laced with the scent of arousal. His cock enjoyed that smell perhaps a bit too much.

  He furrowed his brow in intrigue. She had been naked in his home. He had been naked. But there was no sex smell.

  The crinkle of the curtain caught Aric’s attention. Spinning on the spot toward the sound, he held the pair of panties in one hand and the jeans in the other. He shouldn’t have been surprised when his gaze landed on a very naked and very beautiful blond with curves for days.

  The gods themselves proportioned the woman. Heavy chested, thick thighed, and he had the sudden urge to nip at her luscious curves. The chubby he sported got closer to full mast. She rewarded him with a seductive smile.

  “Oh good, I was afraid I’d have to leave naked,” she said with erotic intent lacing her voice.

  The animal within him clawed and growled. The beast urged Aric into action. Into what action, Aric wasn’t sure, but his human was tempted to indulge in the woman. Something hindered their ability to do the deed the previous evening, and he wasn’t about to let that mistake occur twice. The wolf snapped within him at the thoughts, but Aric dismissed the beast.

  She bit her lower lip staring at him. The heat of her gaze washed over him. She did not attempt to hide the fact that she drank in his muscular physique.

  Aric rolled his shoulders back and added a slight flex. He might as well give her something to look at.

  “Who said you were leaving?” he asked in a playful challenge. Abandoning her clothing, Aric stalked toward the female.

  It took him four short strides before he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. His heavy erection, peaking from the slit in his boxers, pressed against her soft belly. His free hand fisted the hair at her nape before his mouth joined with hers.

  “I guess I’m staying then.” She teased him with a smile and unsaid intent.

  It wasn’t every day the world blessed a wolf with a beautiful, naked blond. Aric would be a fool if he didn’t take her up on the nonverbal offer. Again, his beast howled his disagreement with the human’s decision.

  Once he was past the taste of sleep, otherwise known as morning breath, he got a sample of her true taste. Hungrily he chased her tongue lapping at the honey flavor that was hers and hers alone. He tugged at her hair to send the message that she was to open herself to him.

  She rewarded him with a moan. Her tongue eagerly danced with his, and her leg sought to slip between his thighs.

  He allowed her leg between his own. Her hands tickled up and down his arms. The subtle tingle of her touch sent waves of pleasure straight to his groin.

  This female was well practiced in the art of pleasure. Aric growled when he pulled his mouth from hers. He grinned hearing her gasp for breath. Good, the reaction he wanted.

  He dove in and kissed her neck. She tilted her head offering him better access. The sign of submission got him even harder, if that were possible.

  Gently, Aric nibbled at the juncture between her shoulder and her throat. As his tongue laved the area, he felt an odd ridge. Before he could think to question it, her hand reached into his waistband and gripped the root of his cock.

  Now it was his turn to moan. She coiled her fingers around his stiff erection. As the female squeezed him, he nipped her neck a bit harder. He had no intentions of claiming the female, whose name he had forgotten. However, he did want her to get the message that he enjoyed what she did.

  It only took a few strokes for Aric to take action. Sliding his hands down her body, delighting in the flair of her hips, he found the glorious globes of her ass. He dug his fingers in before lifting her.

  As he had hoped, she brought her legs up over his hips and hooked her ankles behind him. Her arms looped around his neck. He returned to kissing her mouth. His teeth grazed her bottom lip. His tongue speared into her mouth. He may not want to claim her officially, but at that moment, she belonged to him.

  What he planned for this female was no lovemaking session. He didn’t know this woman. He intended to fuck her and would give and take pleasure from her. With each step down the short hall toward his bedroom, he groped her behind and nipped at her bottom lip.

  Once he felt the edge of his bed at his shins, he broke the greedy kiss and was breathless. His eyes flashed gold; his wolf charged inside him attempting to push forward, to stop Aric. He could feel the burn of the beast over his skin. He strained to keep the confused animal down.

  She shivered. She must have seen it in him too.

  He threw her back onto his bed. She let out a squeal of either fright or excitement—at this point, Aric didn’t care. He throbbed and needed a release. He tugged down his boxers and kicked them off to the side, crawling onto the bed.

  Aric kissed up her right leg. He trailed his tongue over her kneecap and toward her thigh. He offered sweet bites to the soft skin, and her whimpering sounds told him he tortured her in the best way possible.

  The musky aroma of female arousal filled his nostrils. The rumble of his wolf’s disapproval thundered from him. He licked at the glistening, shaved, and swollen slit. He wanted to sample her nectar before driving into her.

  Her legs parted wider, offering him full access to her. He reached over her belly and gripped as much of her breasts as he could in both hands. Her hard nipples were between the knuckles of his middle and index finger as he kneaded her flesh.

  At first, Aric slid his tongue over the outer lips. She rewarded him with a slight hint of the spicy tang that was a flavor all her own. However, once his tongue dove in fully, flicking against the hardened bead that was her clit, she gave a more rewarding taste of her arousal.

  He only briefly tongued at her before making his way up her belly. He just needed her primed for him. His right hand moved off her breast and teased her entrance. He circled the opening with his finger, and she whimpered. Her fingers ran through his hair.

  Aric took the abandoned nipple into his mouth in time with his finger pressing into her. He watched as her eyes rolled back, and she sucked in a deep breath. Her back arched and her body pressed further against his. The look of being lost in lust fueled his passion.

  “More?” he whispered before flicking his tongue against the darkened nub atop her breast.

  “Yes!” she nodded, biting her lower lip.

  Another finger plunged into her. She cried out, and her leg muscles tightened. Aric pumped in and out a few times before curling his fingers in a come-hither movement.

  Her walls pulsed around his digits. She writhed beneath him as he searched for that sensitive spot he wanted to exploit. He wanted to see her get to the edge.

  Her body stiffened. Her eyes widened. Her chest stopped moving, and Aric realized the woman had stopped breathing. He pressed further into her and spread his fingers. She thrust her hips up to meet him.

  The slick opening of her sex gripped his fingers. The pulse of her need squeezed around him rhythmically. Aric groaned in pleasure.

  Perfect. That was exactly where Aric wanted her to be. He removed his fingers. In a swift movement, helped by his unnatural speed as a shifter, Aric climbed up her wanton body and slid his erection into her. His arms on either side of her he buried himself to the hilt.

  As she was not his mate, there was no need to worry about impregnating her. As he was a shifter, possessing advanced healing, there was no threat of contracting any sort of disease. Condoms weren’t necessary, he could enjoy the raw feel of her satin walls around his cock without worry.

  Her legs pulled up around him, and she screamed. The first hint of impending orgasm rippled around Aric’s cock. Oh, this was a responsive female. He would have to thank whoever sent her to his trailer. He slowed down, allowing her a moment to back off from her impending orgasm.

  As much as Aric enjoyed pleasing a woman, if she came too soon, he wouldn’t enjoy i
t as much. Part of his enjoyment was the back and forth. Will he push her over? How close to the edge could he take her?

  She whimpered, reached down his body, and gripped his ass. She dug her heels into him and urged him to move.

  He growled, lowering his head to her neck again. He bit down, not hard enough to break her skin. No. He would not claim this female. He just wanted her to know who was in charge, that he was in control of her pleasure.

  Once she got the message, her hands relaxed. Her heels no longer dug into Aric’s back. He moved his hips going slowly at first, really dragging out the tension and the pleasure. He wanted her needy and begging.

  He withdrew carefully, keeping the tip of his cock at the female’s opening, and studied her expression. She kept her eyes sealed, her face contorted.

  “More,” she begged.

  “Patience,” he whispered back.

  He thrust forward with all his might, bouncing her up farther on the bed. She shrieked and raked her nails down his back. He withdrew again only to bury himself against the opening of her womb. This woman was tight but not too tight. She could handle the force he planned to use with her.

  He repeated the slow withdrawal, the violent thrust back in her. It pleased him to hear her whimpers and her need for him. However, doing this wasn’t going to do it for him. His attempt to tease her, to extend her denial, resulted in teasing himself at the same time. He would take his pleasure from her.

  Shifting on his knees, Aric pulled her legs up. He closed and straightened them, nearly folding the woman in half, and used his chest to press her legs against her. The position changed the angle of his entrance. He had learned where that delightful spot was and he intended to assault it until the woman forgot her name. Hell, Aric had, it was only fair.

  As he hammered into her, he knew he hit the right spot. Her breathing had shifted from panting to short gasps. Her legs tightened. Her pussy clamped around him. It wouldn’t be much longer before she went over. His balls tightened, but he needed to hold off; he would not blow before she did.

  Pulsing spasms rippled around his erection. The wave of wetness that soaked Aric’s cock and dripped down Aric’s balls told him all he needed to know. Soon her cries of pleasure filled his trailer. He released her legs and gripped her shoulders. It was his turn.

  While she rode her orgasm, he plowed into her with reckless abandon. Each thrust forward meant he would pull her back against him. He gritted his teeth as he grew that much thicker. He was right there. He threw his head back and let out a howl as his orgasm hit.

  His cock pulsed deep into the female. Rope after rope of his seed sprayed inside her. Her moan was distant to him. He got lost in his orgasm.

  He collapsed over her. Both their bodies glistened with sweat from their exertion. Aric breathed erratically. He kissed her softly on her swollen mouth. She purred in response and stroked his back. Each twitch of her pussy walls around his cock sent another shock through his system.

  He tingled all over while he laid atop her. After a moment, he rolled over onto his back. He didn’t know who she was, but he was quite pleased she had knocked on his door.

  “With all the drinking we did last night,” Aric said, “I apologize, but I can’t remember your name.” Aric felt an obligation to ask since he had just been inside her.

  She laughed as she rolled toward him. She placed her head on his chest. Instinctively, his arm came up and cupped her to him.

  “Selene,” she whispered.

  Why did that sound familiar?

  Chapter 10

  The night grew blacker as Divina busied herself with enchanting her hiding place. The crescent moon moved through the sky while she worked on spelling, snacking, and checking the time on her phone. The longer Rori was gone, the more impatient Divina became.

  She ground her teeth in aggravation when she texted him and got no response. She left the vardo and roamed the parking lot looking for him. Her jaw set and her eyes scanning, she blocked out the catcalls of the truck drivers while she searched.

  Three hours had passed. Three hours Rori had been gone. The last hour of which, she’d spent looking for him out in the woods and calling his cell which went to voicemail. Had he uprooted her from the carnival, from her livelihood, to ditch her at some rest stop? She seethed with anger at his thoughtlessness.

  The idea that something might have happened to Rori tickled her mind. He’s immortal, Divina told herself, dismissing the thought. What could happen to him? Returning inside her vardo, she sat on her couch, thumbing through the book Rori had given her when they first met. She had all but memorized it, which meant she wasn’t actually reading it. It served as a connection to him, a bit of a security blanket. Staring at the book, Divina’s mind volleyed back and forth between extreme anger at Rori and worrying about him.

  Divina tossed the book onto the couch. “Fuck this shit,” she growled and pushed up to a standing position.

  Grumbling a string of obscenities, Divina gave the inside of the vardo the once-over. She tested the bungee cords to ensure her items were secured and stowed safely. Once satisfied she exited it, locked the door, and went toward the cab of her pick-up.

  “Bastard thinks he can just waltz in and drop some bomb on me so that I leave the fairgrounds.” She shook her head while mumbling to herself. “Well, he’s got another thing coming.”

  “What sort of asshole would do that?” Rori’s charming reply came from behind her.

  Relief. No, anger. Back to relief. Nope, this was fury. Divina spun and charged at him. “What the fuck, Rori?”

  Rori held up his hands defensively and laughed. Divina’s fists collided with Rori’s chest in a flurry. It did nothing to stop his joy.

  Divina stepped back and tugged at her floral linen shirt. Rori pulled at his tailored sleeve while rolling back his shoulders, unfazed by her assault aside from how it had impacted his impeccable attire. How did he look so put together after sleeping on a floor?

  “Where were you?” she demanded.

  Rori arched an eyebrow. He cleared his throat then patted his belly. “Had a nice satisfying meal.”

  She groaned and rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t take you that long unless you did more than just feed.” The pang of jealousy in her quip surprised Divina. She had no claim on Rori, nor any sort of expectation of any sort of fidelity, it had been years since they were together. The idea that he may have been intimate with the prostitute shouldn’t have stirred any sort of negative feelings in her. Yet, she stood there angry that he might have.

  “It does when I want to be discreet.” Rori waved a finger at her. “And when I can’t just have one.” He winked.

  “AARRRRGGG.” Divina shook her fists at him. “Why are we here?”

  Rori’s face slipped into a neutral expression. The flatness of his features lacked emotion. He was the epitome of calm.

  “I don’t know. I was kidnapped and brought to this humble establishment,” he said.

  Divina let out another exasperated cry. Clearly, Rori wanted nothing to do with being forthcoming. He seemed content to waste her time.

  She balled her fists so hard her nails dug into the palms of her hands.

  “Fine,” she growled.

  She finished her walk to the truck and climbed in.

  “Stay here. Do whatever. I don’t care,” Divina said from inside the cab, reaching to close the door.

  Rori was hot on her heels. His hand clamped down on the door handle of the truck preventing her from closing it.

  “Where are you going?” he asked.

  She smirked. “I didn’t have a satisfying meal.”

  He frowned. “Well, at least take me with you.”

  She pulled at the door. Rori was a three-hundred-plus-year-old vampire. There was no way she’d close that door if Rori didn’t want her to.

  “Let go!” she demanded.

  “Not until you agree to let me come with you,” he bargained.

  She rolled her eyes. “You came
here with me. That didn’t work out.”

  “I told you that it wouldn’t. It’s not my fault you didn’t listen to me,” Rori said, releasing the door.

  Divina yanked it shut in time to feel the bench seat sink under Rori’s weight. She clenched her jaw while jabbing the key in the ignition.

  “I brought you here because, for some reason, I thought you would take me to the Ember Witches. They keep sending you to me, and I figured it was time to cut out the middleman,” she said.

  Divina figured she might as well lay it all out on there since all other tactics had failed. Why not try the truth? What’s the worst that could happen?

  Rori’s face fell. He looked out the window and paused.

  “They don’t want to speak with you,” he said softly.

  “That doesn’t make sense. They keep sending you as a messenger to get me to do stuff. Why can’t they just talk to me about things?” she asked.

  Rori kept his gaze on the lot. “I think we should try Florida.”

  Divina touched his arm at the elbow. Rori jumped and recoiled. He curled his body defensively against the passenger side door. He looked down at his arm and then at her hand as if they were alien to him. He brought his opposite hand to his elbow and rubbed it with a frown.

  “What just happened?” Divina asked with a touch of skepticism.

  She had touched Rori countless times in the past. He had never pulled away from her. Historically, Rori had the opposite reaction when they touched. Something was seriously wrong.

  “I don’t know.” Rori’s voice sounded weak.

  He continued to stare at his elbow. He kept it covered protectively with his opposite hand.

  “Would the witches know?” she asked.

  Rori slowly lifted his gaze to her face. For a split second, Divina was sure she saw the old Rori in there. The Rori she had once snuggled. The man whose heart shouldn’t beat, but she heard the subtle thump bump of it after their first time together.