Hurricane (Last Call #2) (4 page)

He slipped away and rolled onto his back
next to her, his breath coming in heavy pants.  “Are you all
right?”

Maybe it wasn’t the magic in the room making
her skin tingle, because the sensation permeated her body. 
“I’m so far beyond all right.  I think I’m floating.”

“
Good.”  His voice
sounded hoarse and low.  “Because not taking you this second
is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

A thin sheen of sweat covered his
skin.  Fiona stroked his chest as she sat up, moving to kneel
by his legs. “The curse is weak right now, drained.  I
can feel it.”  She reached for his belt and bent to lick
a path across his stomach.

“
Maybe --” A low groan left
him as he curled his fingers in her hair.  “Fuck, maybe I just
don’t care.”

“
You care.  You love
this place.”  His muscles trembled under her fingers, and
hunger stabbed through her again.  She tugged down his zipper
and opened his pants, revealing sensuous black silk. A quick,
appreciative smile curved her lips as she freed his cock from
the boxers.  When she wrapped her hand around his hard length,
he arched up with a choked noise.

His cock pulsed in her
hand, stiff and ready, the head already slicked with
moisture.  She laved it away, humming her approval, and he
swore as his fingers tightened in her hair.  His hips came up
off the bed just enough to push him deeper into her mouth, and he
groaned.  “That’s good, that’s really
fucking
good…”

Feeling how close he was to his own peak --
and knowing that touching her had aroused him this much --
elicited a moan from her.  It vibrated around him as she
dipped her head, swirling her tongue along the underside of his
cock.  She sucked him in once, all the way to the base, and
backed off with gentle, delicate licks.

“
Again,” he demanded, voice
trembling.  The muscles of his stomach tensed as
he chased her mouth up again.  “Harder.  Fuck,
more
--”

His words cut off in another groan as she
abandoned the teasing and obeyed, his harsh, desperate demands
turning her on as much as the taste of him. Fiona cupped his balls
and hummed again, fixing her gaze on his face.  His entire
body was tight, poised on the edge, and she felt the heavy press of
magic in the air.

He came with a hoarse shout and a pulse of
magic that raised the hair on the back of her neck.  His hips
popped up and his fingers tightened until he pulled her hair a
little, but a moment later he let go as he sank back to the bed
with a ragged curse.

Satisfaction curled through Fiona as she
kissed a path up his stomach and chest.  “Nothing caught
fire,” she whispered against his shoulder.  “That’s
progress.”

A low chuckle left him as he plunged his
fingers into her hair and dragged her mouth to his.  It was a
hot kiss, hard and demanding, and she was so focused on the
delicious way his tongue explored her mouth that she didn’t realize
they were moving until her back hit the sheets again.

He lifted his head and grinned down at her
through the fall of his dark hair.  “It is a crime for a woman
like you to go without sex for five years.”

“
No argument here,” she
laughed.  “But I plan on making up for lost time. You might
not be able to walk tomorrow.”

“
And
you
may not be able to walk all
weekend.”  She felt the stirring of magic in the room again a
moment before those phantom fingers returned, teasing between her
legs to stroke her clit in a caress made all the more maddening by
the fact that the touch felt warm -- almost hot -- and continued
even when his fingers twined with hers and pinned her hands to the
bed.

“
Jesus.”  Her flesh
heated, and she bucked against the twin imprisonment of his hips
and hands.  His grip held firm, and she grinned as a wicked
thought occurred to her. 
Two can
play your game, baby.
  She bit her lip
as magic flared again, and she knew exactly what he’d feel -- the
sharp scratch of fingernails down his back and over his
ass.

“
Naughty little
witch…”  He bit her chin before pulling back again to watch
her face.  “Stop trying to distract me, unless you
want
to destroy my
priceless art.”

“
Heaven forefend,” she
whispered, arching to rub her breasts against his chest. 
“Kiss me again.”

His lips drifted over hers, soft and gentle,
and in sharp contrast to the sudden intrusion as that hot touch
between her legs shifted to fill her.  He licked at her lips
as he used magic to fuck her, spreading her almost to the point of
discomfort before slipping away again.  “Better than a
vibrator,” he whispered against her lips as he did it again. 
“I can make it do anything I want.  I’ve had a lot of
practice.”

Fiona gasped and bit his lower lip, a knot
of tension already coiling inside her.  “That’s a dirty skill
to cultivate,” she ground out approvingly. “Harder.”

“
Mmm.”  He slipped
away from her body, but her hands stayed trapped against the bed as
he rose to his feet again to push his pants from his hips.  He
was already half aroused again, and he smiled down at her and
reached out to trail his fingers teasingly down her leg.  “I’m
going to ask you again. What’s your deepest, darkest
fantasy?”

“
Fuck me everywhere.” 
It was the first thing that sprang to mind, and slipped out before
she could stop it. Maybe at another time she would have been
shocked at the need, but her blush didn’t stop her from
clarifying.  “It’s easy for you, commanding the magic. 
Put your tongue in my mouth, and everything else is up to
you.”

Ben froze with his fingers
on the inside of Fiona’s knee and took a deep breath.  The
dirty proposition brought him back to painful, raging arousal, but
it wasn’t what he
wanted
to do.  He wanted to sink into her body and
lose himself, or pull her on top of him and watch her ride him over
the edge.  He wanted things that were less about the dirtiest
fucking he could imagine and more about sharing pleasure with
her.

It could have been the overwhelming
protectiveness that had seized him when she’d finally given in to
release.  In that moment he’d slipped under the curse and
touched her spirit, the core of magic that made up everything she
was.  And he’d found something beautiful.  Wounded, but
beautiful.

It had been a long time
since he’d touched someone else’s magic and found anything
clean.  It didn’t matter that she was inviting him to violate
her in ways he was sure disqualified them both for purity;
her
aura
was
pure.  Her heart.

And he wanted to protect
the woman stretched out so trustingly on his bed.
So break the curse.  Pull every dirty trick
you need to pull and break it.

The drawer next to his bed held plenty of
supplies for a night of illicit pleasure.  He pulled out a
couple of condoms and an expensive silver vibrator that gleamed in
the flickering light from the candles.

Her expression was part nervousness and part
sharp anticipation, so he smiled at her as he dropped the condoms
on the bed and stretched out beside her with his hard cock pressed
tight against her hip.  “First I’m going to break the curse,”
he whispered, rubbing the vibrator slowly up the inside of her
thigh.  “But you need to come.  Hard.”

She didn’t seem as tense or hesitant as
before.  Instead, she wiggled her hips and tugged against the
invisible bonds of magic that held her hands.  “Are you going
to leave me like this?”

Even if he hadn’t been planning to, she
sounded far too excited to release her now.  Instead he
laughed and thumbed the switch on the vibrator to turn it on. 
“You like it a little naughty, don’t you?”

“
I just want you.” 
She offered him a shy smile in place of the wicked one he
expected.  “I like the way you look at me when you touch
me.”

“
How convenient. I like the
way you look when I touch you.”  He nudged her legs apart and
teased the tip of the cool metal rod against her clit before
sliding it down and dipping it just inside. 
And I thought I was turned on
before…
  It was hard to tell what was
worse, watching the end of the vibrator disappear into her cunt, or
watching her face as her lips parted and she let out the world’s
sexiest little moan.

“
Ben --” Fiona’s voice
broke around his name, and she shuddered.  Goose bumps rose on
her arms, and her nipples puckered as she twisted on the dark
sheets.  “You have to break this damned curse,” she
hissed.  “I need your cock inside me like -- Yes, God, like
that.”

“
Jesus, sweetheart.” 
He clenched his jaw and steeled himself against the way she wiggled
and rubbed up against his cock.  The candles flared crazily
and then all went out at once as he lost his grip on his
power.

Her dismayed moan melted into a shriek that
pierced the darkness.  The bed began to shake just as she
did, caught up in the throes of an orgasm that seemed to go on and
on.

It took every scrap of
power he had to keep the backlash from bringing the walls down on
top of them.  He closed his eyes and ignored the way she
writhed against him, ignored the way her first orgasm tumbled into
another without stopping.  All the power that had twisted up
inside her exploded outward for one brief second, and he slipped
into its place and wrapped her in his own magic, wrapped her
in
him
.

The freed power hit the shields he’d brought
up around them and rebounded, flying back to sink into her
again.  Instead it hit him, and the backlash tore through the
room, ripping paintings from the wall and sending his stained glass
lamps crashing to the floor.  Ben tossed the vibrator off the
bed and covered Fiona with his body as the whirlwind of magic
slowly faded, leaving them in a tiny oasis of order in the
otherwise devastated remains of his bedroom.

He rolled over with a groan and brought her
with him, letting her collapse bonelessly on top of him as he
smoothed back her hair with a tired but satisfied smile. 
“That was some curse.”

“
It’s gone,” she murmured,
then raised her head and blinked, her face illuminated by the
light from the windows.  “You did it. Holy shit, you did it.”
A laughing smile replaced her disbelief, and she kissed
him.

Ben gave into the kiss, savoring the taste
of her mouth as he slid his tongue against hers.  It was a
slow, languid kiss, even though the press of her hips against his
aching cock was its own kind of torture.  At least now he
could relax into it and enjoy the way she moaned and tilted her
head, the way she teased at his mouth with the same skill and
enjoyment as she’d sucked his cock.

She broke the kiss as she pulled away, and
he realized she was sitting up.  She rocked back on his
thighs, her knees pressing into the bed on either side of him, and
gasped when she saw the destruction in the room.  ”Oh,
God.  Ben, I’m sorry.”

He dropped one hand to the
tangled bed sheets next to him and groped across them until he
found the condoms he’d tossed there before.  Contraceptive
charms were laid in every room downstairs, but even if he
had
thought to take such
measures in his personal bedroom, he doubted any spells that
delicate would have survived the backlash of her curse
breaking.  So he tore the package open and offered it to her,
hoping he didn’t look as desperate as he felt.  “Can we worry
about my room later?”

Fiona took the condom from him, a soft look
in her eyes.  “I’ll fix it,” she promised cryptically, then
rolled the latex over his cock, her delicate hand squeezing down
his shaft.

Maybe he should have cared
more about what that meant, but she was gorgeous and on display,
and if she could ride a man half as well as she went down on one,
he was about to have the hottest sex he’d seen in
years
.  He arched
into her hand and gave her his dirtiest little smile, the one that
made women melt.  “All I want right now is you,
sweetheart.”