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Authors: Anna J. Evans,December Quinn

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“If you were Gunera I might not, since they’ll claim any sack of shit still capable of casting a first degree spell. But thankfully, one of their gods-forsaken ancestors had the sense to protect them from themselves.”

“I don’t want to be protected from myself.” Aleeza leaned in close to whisper the words inches from the man’s face.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” She leaned closer, smelling the purely male scent of him. Musky, salty and something else, something that made her clit pulse hungrily and her mouth water for a taste of his lips.

“I’m not in the business of feeding addictions.” He clenched his jaw and fisted his hands at his sides, as if to keep himself from reaching out and taking what he wanted.

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“And what business are you in? Tree-hugging or sanctimonious spell casting?” Her tongue flicked out and teased his upper lip. His breath hissed out through his clenched teeth and his eyes turned decidedly stormy. They were blue. Up this close she could see the color as well as the icy fire that burned within him.

“You know nothing of me or my—”

“I know you’re Amiantos—that’s enough. I’m Onterantu, but let’s not talk politics.

In fact, let’s not talk at all.” She closed the distance between them quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her bare breasts against his chest. The thick ridge of his erection was suddenly trapped between their bodies, pressing up against her belly.

Aleeza sucked in breath, her heart racing from the combined thrill of the intimate contact and the very awake, very non-spell-affected man in her arms.

Holy fuck. It had worked, the counter spell had really worked.

“Onterantu don’t usually have a color in their aura or your kind of power.” His words were soft, almost calm sounding, but the look in his eyes was the scariest yet, by far.

“I’m not your usual kind of girl.” Her racing heart skipped a beat as he came to his knees and slowly moved his hands to rest at the curve of her back, just above the twin swells of her ass. This time she didn’t need to exaggerate the moan that ripped from her mouth as she squirmed into closer contact with her angry giant. The guy thought she was a liar, and she wasn’t sure anymore if he was dangerous or not. She should probably try to run, but at this point common sense wasn’t ruling her actions. “Please, please.” She moaned the words as she lifted her leg and hooked it around his waist, tightening her grip around his shoulders to lift herself higher until she could grind her dripping slit against his thickness.

“Ah!” he cried out, his hands shifting to her ass, gripping her cheeks with fingers that dug into her flesh so deeply it was almost painful.

“Fuck me. Please…fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you?” He spoke the words through gritted teeth, then pulled her so tightly to him that Aleeza could only moan in response.

The skin of his cock was hot, but achingly soft, and her moan turned into a sob. She wanted him so badly. It couldn’t be natural. For a split second the haze of lust left her as she wondered what she hell she had done. Had she simply exchanged one monkey for another, swapping the torture of denied satisfaction for the agony of knowing she would lose her mind, her will, and gladly spread her legs for any man with a hard-on?

But then he was rolling them both to the ground, pinning her beneath him and banishing every thought from her mind with a brutal kiss that made her entire body hum. Aleeza met his tongue, his teeth with the same relentless fervor. Her fingernails raked down the skin of his tautly muscled back, digging in deeply enough to break the skin as he reached down and wrenched her legs wide.

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“I’ll fuck you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t kill you afterward.” He spoke the words against her lips, a threat mingled with a kiss and then he spread the lips of her pussy with rough fingers and shoved himself inside her body.

“Goddess!” Aleeza cried out. She’d been dripping wet from her first orgasm, but she still wasn’t prepared for him. He was long, but that didn’t seem to be the problem.

It was his thickness. He was so thick, so hard that he stretched her virginal body mercilessly wide. The pain was immediate, a sharp sting that made her muscles seize.

“What have you done?” he asked, shock mingling with the lust in his eyes. It seemed he knew somehow, knew that he had hurt her, maybe even knew he’d taken her virginity, but that didn’t stop him from pushing even deeper. He thrust forward until every inch of his cock was buried inside her, until his balls nestled in the crevice of her ass, and the tip of him felt it would bruise things deep inside her body.

“What do you mean, what have I done?” Aleeza said, struggling not to let the horrible stinging she felt show on her face. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes, but there was no way she would cry, not in front of an Amiantos. She’d eat her own hand first.

“Wait. Stop moving.” He grunted the words, but the hands he placed on either side of her face were surprisingly gentle. And this time, when he kissed her, his lips were feather soft, stroking over hers, teasing with his tongue until a tingling sensation joined in with the stinging between her legs. “Please, you have to stop.”

“Sorry,” Aleeza breathed, not having realized she was still squirming beneath him.

He pulled his upper body slightly away, but didn’t remove his cock from her pussy.

Without the motion of his thrust, her body relaxed, the pain abating.

Or maybe she just didn’t notice the pain because she was suddenly sucked into those baby blue eyes. Damn, the man was beautiful, and…kind. There was no way in hell she would admit it to him, but the caress of his aura against her felt like a hug from a good friend.

“What did you do?” he asked again. “You’re not an ecstasy addict—you’re a virgin.

What have you been doing up here?”

Aleeza shifted her weight. Now the ache was subsiding, she longed to feel him move inside her again. Why did he want to talk? Didn’t now seem like the perfect time to not talk?

She licked her lips and leaned forward, trying to catch his mouth with hers. He pulled away, his face telling her he wasn’t moving again until she answered.

“Can’t a girl do a little sex magic without an interrogation?” Ignoring his request, she pulsed her hips forward ever so gently. His eyes closed, but his hands lowered to her hips and tightened, holding her fast.

She squirmed against his fingers, the pressure of those ten digits digging into her flesh only building her need. Nice guy or not, he was really starting to piss her off. The least he could do was help her lose her virginity properly.

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“It looks to me like you were doing something a little more serious than sex magic, though I don’t think you’re the witch I’m looking for.”

“Does this mean you’re not going to kill me?”

“No, but I can’t speak for anyone else,” he said. “This isn’t a safe time to be up in these woods.”

“I can take care of myself,” Aleeza said, wishing she could fit her fingers in between their bodies and prove that fact to him with a little pressure on her clit.

“I‘m sure you can. You know, most virgins aren’t red-hot temptresses.”

“So you admit you find me red hot? And tempting?” She smiled and wiggled beneath him. His cock pulsed inside her and she groaned. Fuck, he felt so good, even better than she had imagined. Now if only he would start moving again already.

“Why don’t you tell me who you really are?”

Aleeza rolled her eyes. She wanted him forceful, not enforcing. If he was going to waste that beautiful hard-on by just sitting around and talking, she would find a man who could do it properly. She hadn’t waited all her life for this.

“Forget it,” she said, twisting in his grip, but his fingers only tightened.

“I’m not forgetting anything.”

“You can forget about this,” she said. “I wanted a man, not a magical cop.”

Focusing her power, she forced it outward, knocking his hands off her and allowing her to scramble away from him. Damn it. Her pussy practically screamed, and she noticed his erection hadn’t abated either. They clearly wanted each other. So why this stupid stand-off?

She stood on shaky legs and started to walk past him, back to her bag. She could be back in the city within an hour and find a willing man in less than half that. He may not be as big or as handsome as Mr. Questions, but she knew he’d be more willing. “Thanks for the tease,” she snapped.

“Wait just a minute.” His hand wrapped around her ankle so fast she stumbled and nearly fell.

“Go fuck yourself.” Too bad her anger couldn’t overpower her treacherous body.

Little waves of heat spread from his hand up her leg, to tingle between her thighs, and farther up still, sliding over her nipples with a velvet touch that took her breath away.

Whoever he was, he was powerful. She hadn’t felt it as strongly before, when she was so intent on having him inside her.

Now…her hair stood on end. Death magic. He communicated with the dead, and he’d been doing it recently.

“I think you did enough of that for both of us, lady,” he growled.

“You’ve got balls complaining about my spell when you’re out here raising the dead. Don’t you need a warrant for that? Or at least consent from the surviving relatives?”

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Why it was the wrong thing to say, Aleeza didn’t know, but it certainly was. In a flash the man was on his feet, his grip changed from her ankle to her wrist with bruising strength. His body, so close to hers, radiated heat. She shivered and did her best not to wince as her bones rubbed together in ways that just weren’t natural.

“That’s right,” he said, his eyes gleaming strangely. “I was trying to raise the dead.

But funnily enough, my power was stolen. Now who could have done that?”

Aleeza looked down and turned away, suddenly afraid. Her mind raced. Maybe that alien male power that rushed through her body hadn’t been Eros after all. She’d never stolen power from anyone, no matter that her father had been Amiantos and some witches of her own coven insisted she might very well have inherited the ability.

By the age of four or five it had been clear that her power would develop Gunera, not even the slightest doubt, as there had been with her two older brothers. Simon and Heath both had green in their auras, a sign that they might carry some of their father’s Amiantos power. But not her. Sometimes she wondered if that’s why her pop had left, if the shame of siring a pure Gunera witch was too much for him to handle.

“I didn’t steal anything. I wouldn’t know how.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“I don’t care what you believe,” she said, pulling at her wrist. He lightened his hold but didn’t set her free. Shit. The flat-out denial wasn’t going to work.

Think, Aleeza!

He’d run into her grove already naked and been semi-erect when he arrived at her side. So maybe
he
was lying. Maybe he hadn’t been raising the dead. Maybe he had been doing some sex magic of his own.

Amiantos could share power when performing similar spells. Maybe she had stolen his? Goddess, as if she’d know what to do with it even if she had. Witches practiced for years to channel others’ power. If she’d accidentally shoplifted his, she wouldn’t know how to use it for good or evil. Hell, she wouldn’t even know how to give it back to him without asking for advice.

And she would never ask for advice from a member of the undefiled coven.

“Any ideas?” His voice was low and hoarse now, his body so close she could feel his skin against her back. Her breath caught.

“Never had an idea in my life,” she said, but her voice trembled. Smartass worked so much better without the tremble, but she couldn’t seem to control her own traitorous body. She wanted him still, even more fiercely than she had a few moments ago when he had been buried inside her.

“I’m sure you don’t.” His hands slid up her arms, her shoulders, stroking forward and down over the slopes of her breasts. He cupped them, lifting their soft weight.

Aleeza, unable to stop herself, leaned back into the heat of him with a moan. His cock was hard and a little sticky with their combined fluids against her ass, prodding at her soft skin.

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Suddenly he pinched her nipples, hard enough to make her cry out. “I think I know someone who owes me an orgasm,” he said. “And in my world, debts are paid.”

“I don’t owe you—” she started, but he turned her roughly around, forcing her to the ground. The second her ass hit the dirt, his lips covered hers, savage, ruthless.

“A little sex magic,” he murmured. “I can do a little sex magic of my own.”

She wanted to answer but couldn’t. His large body rested between her legs, his cock butting against her entrance. His fingers slid down between them, teasing her clit.

Aleeza’s hips bucked upward. He chuckled. It wasn’t a nice sound, but it was a sexy one. He had her completely in his power, and it thrilled her more than she could have imagined. “You were pretty far down the road when I got here,” he said. “Had you finished your spell?”

Of course he knew she had. He couldn’t possibly doubt it. She knew what the question was. He was making a point, telling her he knew she wanted to come at least as badly as he did.

“No,” she lied.

Again the chuckle. “I don’t think you’re telling the truth.” One thick finger slipped into her. Her eyes closed. “I don’t think you’re telling me the truth about what you were doing here, either. So I’ll make a deal with you.”

“I don’t make deals.”

“You’ll make this one. Because I can do one of two things. I can fuck you until we’re both limp from it, until we’ve both lost count of the number of times we’ve come…or I can keep you here all night, playing with you, teasing you, tasting you, and not let you come at all.”

Aleeza bit her lip. Oh goddess, not that. After all these years, after those dreams that had driven her to risk the most dangerous spell of her life, she’d finally had an orgasm. There was no way on earth she could take another night of frustration.

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