Seduced by Magic (2 page)

She wondered what his jaw would feel like rubbing against her skin. Between her legs.

She moaned and finally let herself slide onto his cock, seating herself to the hilt. The wiry hair at the base of his erection meshed with the fine silk of her mound and she reached down to spread her lips so that the hair could tickle her clitoris.

And then his eyes opened.

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Justin Johannson was having the best damn dream ever.

A beautiful woman had crawled into his bed and was rubbing her body against his, slow and steady.

It had been more than three months since he’d been with a woman and sometimes his hand wasn’t good enough. He’d resorted to porn flicks to jack off to in the last couple of days but he’d take a wet dream over video any day.

Especially this one.

He didn’t know the lady. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t see her. Her face was in shadow. All he could see—actually he couldn’t see anything. He could only feel.

He tried to open his eyes but they were so heavy it didn’t seem worth the effort.

Besides, if he opened them, the dream would end. He knew he had to be asleep because his entire body felt weighted. Even his dick felt heavier, thicker.

So he let the dream take its course, knowing he’d wake up in sticky sheets, but hell, it’d be worth it.

He hadn’t even penetrated her yet and it was worth it.

Then she proved his point when she slid onto his cock, her internal muscles clamping onto his shaft, sucking him into her body. It was so worth it.

He moaned then drew in a deep breath laced with her scent—flowers and rain and something earthier. Jesus, she smelled wonderful.

And now he couldn’t wait. He had to know what she looked like.

With an effort, he blinked and lifted his lids just wide enough to stare into the purest green eyes he’d ever seen.

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Spring grass, new leaves, clear-cut emeralds. They were almost too beautiful to be believed.

He definitely had to be dreaming.

Except those eyes widened and he heard a gasp. His gaze transferred to her mouth, her full pink lips parted in disbelief.

He blinked a few more times and her features started to coalesce. She looked a little like that Italian actress from the Sixties.

What was that woman’s name?

High, sculpted cheekbones. Pointed chin. Dark, auburn hair that curled and fell over her shoulders.

Sophia Loren. That was it. Now why the hell would he dream about Sophia Loren?

And who the hell cared?

He lifted his hands to brush her hair over her shoulders so he could see her breasts.

Not large but high and firm. He covered them with his hands and squeezed, plucking at the firm nipples and eliciting another gasp.

Damn, she felt more real than any dream he’d ever had. Not that he was complaining. Hell no. He didn’t care if he never woke up, as long as she stayed with him.

Releasing her breasts, he swept his hands to her silky soft shoulders then down firmly muscled arms. From there, his hands shifted to her slim hips. Her skin felt cool beneath his touch as he lifted her by the hips, contrasting with the heat of her pussy as she slid back down his cock.

She was wet and sleek and… God, let him never wake up.

Dear Goddess, what would she do now?

The man was awake. But how? How had he broken through her sleeping spell?

More importantly, did she really care at the moment?

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No, not really.

She only wanted him to continue to slide her up and down his shaft. The drag from his flesh on her internal walls was an exquisite friction she didn’t want to relinquish.

And he seemed in no hurry to finish. He took his time, eyes slitted, his mouth a straight line as he watched her. The motion of his hips as he thrust into her rubbed her clit against the root of his cock. Each movement brought her closer to an orgasm that threatened to make her heart stop.

No, she couldn’t allow that to happen. She was in control here or, at least, she had been. She
had
to be.

But her body decided otherwise. Her orgasm broke, sending a wave of ecstasy through her body. Crying out, she grabbed onto his wrists to steady herself, feeling her moisture spill onto his cock and drip between them.

“That’s right, baby,” she heard him croon. “Come for me.”

His voice, husky and tinged with a slight accent of the American South, wrung more spasms from her body and still he continued to move.

Finally the orgasm abated and, with more than a little willpower, she forced herself to focus again on his face.

He was smiling, his eyes half-closed. “Damn, that was good. This is the best fucking dream I’ve ever had. And I ain’t ready to wake up yet.”

She hadn’t anticipated his next move. In one smooth motion, he rolled and she found herself on her back, legs spread as he pumped himself into her, slow and smooth.

“Put your arms around my neck, honey.” His voice, gruff with sleep and arousal, teased her right ear, his breath hot against her flesh. “And hold on. Jesus, you feel like heaven.”

She complied without thinking, sliding her arms around his shoulders, her fingers sinking into sweat-slick skin.

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He held himself above her but let his forehead rest on hers as he thrust, slow and steady. He didn’t vary his rhythm and it became an almost unbearable sensual torture.

Time stretched then ceased to exist. Only the sound of his breath in her ear and the friction of his flesh against hers held any meaning.

It was almost as if he were weaving his own spell around her, which she knew couldn’t be possible. This man had no magic.

Except the magic of his voice as he told her how beautiful she was as he fucked her.

“Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Your breasts are beautiful. I want to put my mouth on them. And I will but, Jesus, right now I only want to sink myself in you for as long as I can. I feel like I could go all night. I love how you put your legs around my waist, the way they cling to me—”

He broke off with a groan and froze, groin pressed to groin. “Whoa, gotta stop. Just for a sec. Don’t wanna come yet. Feels too damn good. Baby,
you
feel too damn good.”

Her mouth opened to speak but she didn’t want to rouse him from whatever dream state he thought he was in. Still, his words struck a chord in her, somewhere in the vicinity of her heart. No one had spoken to her in that caressing tone in decades, possibly more than a century. She hated to admit she’d missed it.

It made her womb clench and she tightened her pussy around him.

He groaned. “You keep doing that and this is going to be over now.”

It was a challenge she couldn’t resist. She contracted her muscles again and this time he bucked against her as if he’d been slapped from behind.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she whispered into his ear. “Make me come again.

Ride me hard and make me scream.”

Then she fastened her teeth onto his earlobe and bit down, hard enough to be painful.

He groaned again, low in this throat. “Jesus Christ, girl, stick a knife in my heart.

It’d be faster. Hold on now ’cause this could get rough.”

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“I’m counting on it,” she whispered back, knowing he’d reached his breaking point and enjoying the fact that she’d pushed him over it.

His next thrust felt like a battering ram trying to breach a barred gate. She felt his sac hit her ass with each push, knew the exact second he lost all control and slammed his cock into her with brutal force.

She loved every second of it.

His size made each reentry a delicious mix of pleasure and pain—stretching, burning, rubbing. Her clit throbbed like it was on fire and another climax hit her when she wasn’t expecting it, making her scream. He cried out as the strength of his orgasm caused his back to bow and his hips to smash into hers one last time.

His cock continued to jerk and release his hot seed for several seconds before he finally was spent and collapsed on top of her. His head dropped on the pillow next to hers, facing away.

She didn’t know how long they lay there, breathing. Their chests rose and fell in unison, their skin fused together with sweat. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Just the opposite.

But she got a better impression of his weight.

This man could crush her.

Why hadn’t she realized before that his slimness belied the heavy muscle under his skin?

This had been a huge mistake. She had to get out of here.

Especially considering that her magic hadn’t worked on him. And she’d let him have sex with her, even though it’d been her idea in the first place. There was little chance of her getting pregnant—she’d never managed to before, although she’d tried for years when she was younger—but she didn’t know anything more about this man other than he wanted to capture her for use in a science experiment.

What if he had some dreaded disease? What if—

He shifted and sighed, turned his head and nuzzled his nose into her neck.

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“I’ve never had a dream as real as this one before, baby. But I’m gonna be sleeping a lot more now if you show up again.”

Then he slid to her side, threw a leg over her thighs and an arm over her chest, one hand cupping her left breast. He toyed with the nipple while she lay there, trying to figure out what to do.

She should kill him now. Make it quick and easy. She’d had her fun and he…well, he’d given her more pleasure than she’d found in the last three hundred years.

It seemed such a shame to get rid of him so soon.

His hand slid from her breast to her stomach to her hips and finally to her mound, where he tangled his fingers in her short curls.

How easy it would be to let him please her again.

Why couldn’t she keep him, just for a few days?

Well, for one thing, her magic hadn’t worked on him. Though maybe she’d been too distracted to weave the spell correctly.

It was worth another try, especially if it meant she could have him again.

Closing her eyes, she began a binding spell, muttering words in a long-forgotten language. It was hard to concentrate with his fingers moving in ever-widening circles on her mound. They brushed her clit then swept away. Came close the next time but didn’t touch.

She had to start the spell twice before she got it right. She knew she’d been successful when his hand froze in mid-sweep.

“What the—”

A smile crept across her face as she rose from the bed, slipping from his now-stiff arms. When she stood, he could only follow her with his eyes. Beautiful blue eyes, now filled with uncertainty.

And when she unfurled her wings behind her and shook her hair over her shoulders, his eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets.

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Now he was truly awake.

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Justin came to two realizations at the same time.

He was definitely awake.

And he was in a shitload of trouble.

The second didn’t sink in until the woman—creature?—standing before him unfurled pink wings behind her back.

Holy shit.
He’d found exactly what he’d been searching for all these years.

And she was in no way happy he’d done so.

He tried to get off the bed, to stand—and found he couldn’t move a muscle. He tried to speak but couldn’t force his mouth to form the words. Fear began to edge out the leftover endorphins from the incredible sex. Holy hell, had he really had sex with a fairy?

And had he been any good?

Damn, now
that
was a sobering thought.

She stood, her expression a mix of haughty censure and anger. With the exception of those wings, she looked exactly like a pissed-off human female. He hadn’t been far off when he’d thought she looked like a young Sophia Loren with deep auburn hair that fell nearly to her waist in rumpled waves. She was as slim as a boy and her breasts couldn’t be more than a B-cup. Still, she was the most seductive creature he’d ever seen.

And those pink wings…

No. No, someone must be playing a joke on him. One of the other researchers must have slipped in here last night and shot him full of something. Something that impaired his movement. Then they’d paid a prostitute to slide into bed with him, sleep with him then put on those wings to screw with his head.

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The nerds he worked with in the lab were known for their practical jokes and were smart enough to get away with them. And everyone knew about his belief in fairies.

They all thought he was nuts. But in his soul, he knew, even without his father’s research, that there were creatures of myth living among humans. He hadn’t needed to see one with his own eyes to know for sure.

What he didn’t believe was that this fairy had willingly climbed into his bed and onto him.

The woman blinked once and crossed her arms over her breasts. She didn’t seem to want to cover her nudity so much as think. What was she thinking?

Her glare was sharp enough to cut his skin. Was she going to hurt him?

No, if she’d wanted to do that, she’d had plenty of opportunity already.

Finally a smile broke across her full lips. Lips he couldn’t help wanting to devour even if that smile did have a fierce edge.

“Worried yet, human? You should be. I could kill you now and no one would be the wiser. Did you think I wouldn’t realize what you were doing out here? What you’ve been looking for with your camera and your gadgets?”

Shock ratcheted through his still-paralyzed body. No one knew why he’d really come here. Even though his colleagues knew he believed in fairies, he hadn’t told anyone of his personal research. Not even his boss knew why he’d been so eager to get this assignment. He fought to make his mouth do his bidding but couldn’t get any words out.

“What I’d like to know,” she continued as she paced at the foot of the bed, “is how you discovered where to look. Not that you would have seen me if I hadn’t allowed it, but I’m curious. I’ve lived in these woods for many years. Tell me how you came to detect my presence. You may speak now if you choose. Or I can kill you.”