Warlock's Charm (6 page)

He swept her off her feet and carried her the short distance
to the bed. He placed her upon it and moved up to kiss her slightly rounded
stomach. His hands rubbed up to her breasts and he brushed his rough thumb over
one nipple, making it pebble hard against his hand. She writhed beneath him,
wanting to touch him as much as he wanted to touch her.

Her lacy panties were next on his hit list. He pulled them
down and off and threw them across the room to land in a pile on top of her
blouse, bra and skirt. His hand continued to roam down her legs to her feet.

Damien stared at the high-heeled sandals she wore on her
feet, the laces tied up her calf. He unlaced them and then carefully slipped
off the sandals and placed them out of the way. His hands touched the arch of
her feet and then he swept them back up her inner calf and thigh, stopping
midway to watch the look of utter bliss on her face. When she was in heaven,
she had the most beautiful expression.

Anya’s eyes blazed with passion, her lips looked swollen as
if they invited more exploration and her breasts were like two full globes ripe
for plundering. Next, he dropped his eyes to her nether regions and licked his
lips at the moisture gathered there.

“You’re so wet and ready for me, sweet Anya,” he murmured.

“I’ve been hot and wet for you since I came back to Vanguard
Prime. As soon as I saw you, I wanted you so badly that being in such close
proximity with you today as Stopper nearly drove me batty. I was caught between
wanting to screw you silly and wanting to turn you into a living wax doll. The
only thing that put me off that was that I couldn’t bear the thought of making
you so tiny.” She smirked at him and earned a chuckle from him.

“I should have shocked the hell out of you by coming on to
you when you were in the guise of Stopper…maybe I should have given you a few
hard spankings. I’m sure you would have been questioning our entire
relationship if I took Stopper into my office for some extracurricular
activities.”

Her eyes sobered up as they locked gazes with him. “You
shouldn’t jest about that, Damien. You’ll be playing with fire if you ever
think I’m in Stopper’s form again and come on to him—he just might shock the
shit out of you with his hard reaction—and that would just be toying with his
affections far too much. You can’t be that cruel to him.”

He regarded her for a good few seconds. His need for her
only continued to rise and he didn’t want to talk about Stopper any longer. It
just might throw a sheet of ice over his growing erection.

“I always thought he lusted after my designer suits,” he
muttered. He had distracted her about her inquiries concerning the scar on his
chest and now they were on this line of conversation.

She knew she hadn’t forgotten about the scar and that she
would ask again later about it, and he knew that she was only throwing all of
the focus on him to deflect any questions he had about her time spent away from
him.

They had so much to talk about and that was starting to put
a distinct crimp in their lovemaking session. He was trying to give her
foreplay to remember. After all, the better the foreplay the better the climax.
He didn’t want her thinking he missed her just because he wanted her to satisfy
his carnal desires, but he couldn’t continue like this much longer.

“Just be careful with Stopper’s feelings if you ever have to
reject him. I think he’s content with loving you from afar, but one never
knows, you are pretty irresistible.”

He kissed her again. “Let’s not talk about Stopper, okay? By
the way, where is Stopper?”

“He’s safe in one of his desk drawers… I’ll have to
transform him back tomorrow. I guess I’ll return the other witch hunters to
their normal size as well. Maybe I can short-change them inch wise in another
region on their anatomy.”

“You’ve got to leave them with something…a few of those men
probably already had a hard time finding it,” he laughed. ”Do you have to be in
the same room with them to reverse the spell?” he asked. “If you don’t, maybe
you should turn them back now so you won’t have to face them when they become
full sized again.”

She grimaced. “If you insist.” Closing her eyes, she
whispered the incantation that would turn them back and envisioned Damien’s
office in her mind’s eye.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“They are back but I make no promises on whether everything
is the same size as it was before.”

She smiled wickedly as another wave of lustful longing
washed over him.

“I see that familiar glint in your eyes, Damien. I want you
to fuck me again. You’ve been a very considerate lover but please, I want you
inside of me now. We’ve been separated for so long. I need you right this
moment.”

Once again, she reached for his glorious cock. She touched
the smooth, velvety length of his erection, earning another startled groan from
Damien.

“You are playing with fire there, Anya,” he murmured.

She locked gazes with him. “I love playing with fire. You
should know that by now, Damien.”

Silence settled between them for a brief moment. He knew it
was true, she’d always pushed the limits to see how far she could go before the
flames licked her and left an impression.

Fortunately, she’d been born with a gift that made her
immune to the frailty that Ebony suffered around fire. It was a secret that
only Damien and her family knew and she kept it that way, knowing that anyone
who knew about it would devise a way to circumvent it.

She moved away from him and settled herself against the
pillows. Smiling wickedly, she pulled her legs up so her feet were flat on the
mattress and caught him hungrily studying her every move.

“Do I have to send you an engraved invitation?” she asked,
slightly irritated that he hadn’t already taken advantage of the situation.

He shook his head and scrambled onto the bed after her. They
were going to do it the old-fashioned way but she wanted him close and she
wanted to feel as if he could protect her with the warmth of his body. He
positioned himself at her entrance, and balancing his weight on one arm, he
penetrated her digitally.

“So wet and ready,” he murmured huskily. “I love the way you
respond to me.”

She closed her eyes, feeling him nudge her entrance with his
cock. He thrust into her, filling her deep.

Pausing, he looked down into her eyes and smiled. The look
of adoration in his eyes made her heart flood with emotion that would have
rocked her being had she not already been flat on her back.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him as close as
he could get without crushing her. Their kissing intensified as he continued
thrusting inside of her. Their combined passion danced around the room,
lighting them in a rosy glow.

As he drove her toward the pinnacle of release she roved her
hands up and down his back, and she wouldn’t be surprised if he was left with
scratch marks come the morning as she wasn’t going to run tonight. She was
going to stay with him until dawn, and maybe even after that.

She’d planned to love him and leave him—but now after what
had been divulged between them, she couldn’t imagine life without him. She
could no longer stick to her convictions surrounding him. He sounded like just
as much of a victim of his grandfather as Ebony had been.

“Oh Damien,” she said breathlessly. “Yes, Damien, yes!” she
sighed as a shuddering climax stormed through her.

He continued pumping along her channel until he too found
release and spurted his seed into her womb. Exhausted, he collapsed beside her
and pulled her against him. With his arm skimming along her back, she cuddled
close to his side and turned her attention to brushing her right hand along his
sparsely haired chest.

She loved how he had muscles in all of the right places. He
always seemed so virile despite sitting behind a desk every day, and he
obviously still maintained his workout regimes.

Silently, Anya and Damien once again basked in the afterglow
of their lovemaking. Yawning, she looked to the scar that had caught her
attention earlier. The light in the room had dimmed to such an extent that it
would be hard to see each other soon. Rather than flipping a switch to bask the
room with their artificial lights, she instead looked around at the many
candles in the room, and with one snap of her fingers they were all lit.

“Nice trick,” he murmured.

Romantic candlelight danced around them, adding to the
already intense feeling in the room.

“You have to finish your story about this scar, Damien. I
won’t be satisfied until you do.”

He rolled his eyes at her. “Honey, if you’re still not
satisfied we can always go for round three.”

“Later.” She laughed, kissing his chest. “Why don’t you just
put it all out there for me? I might be able to understand why you became the
man you did after hearing more about your childhood.”

He stared at her intensely. “If I tell you the stories from
my long-ago past, you’d better tell me more about how life was like for you
when you were a kid.”

“I had a most idyllic childhood. It was perfect actually. I
can honestly say that my mother gave it all to me, the white picket fence, the
days spent by the ocean, time spent in her garden. I had friends my own age. I
had two cousins who loved me like a sibling. You’ll have to meet Dallas and
Adrian. They are both magically talented as their mother was a powerful witch.

“I really miss Aunt Bryony. She was so loving to us all.
Then there is Uncle Ashley, well, he’s not as loving. He’s quite stern and has
been too hard on poor Dallas since her mother’s death. She thinks he hates her.
I think he can’t bear to be around her because she reminds him too much of his
beloved Bryony. Either way, I’m sometimes ashamed knowing I’m related to such a
cold man. He shut down emotionally after his wife’s death. My cousins and I had
many adventures even in the small maritime village we’d settled in…everything
was perfect and my mother had a hand in making sure it would be.

“She didn’t want me near anything that might destroy my
innocence. That’s why she made my dad promise he wouldn’t whisk us away to the
stars until I turned sixteen. I still recall how sad Dallas was when I went
away, she was reduced to tears, and Dallas doesn’t cry easily. Mother wanted to
take her along with us but that beastly father of hers wouldn’t let her go. He
kept insisting she was safer on Earth—like there is a safer place than with my
mother of all the nerve! After, Uncle Ashley said that I was determined to hate
him, even though Mom told me I shouldn’t feel that way about him. I missed
Dallas a lot when I was traipsing around the stars and having my space-faring
education.”

“Sounds as if she is more like a sister to you than a
cousin.”

“She is. I have always been like her protector despite the
fact that she’s the older one. We were so close when we were young. Adrian is
nothing like his father, he actually has a heart!” She smiled widely, her eyes
lighting up with the love she felt for her family.

He envied her in that moment. She had a family devoid of the
evil that existed on his father’s side. She had a family that had always loved
her and would do anything for her.

He could only count on the Forsythes to be there for him the
way that Dallas and Adrian would be there for Anya. His mother’s family would
be there for him, yes, but they didn’t share the close familial bond that Anya
had with her two cousins.

They spent a few more minutes in quiet reflection, her mind
filled with images from her childhood.

The maritime village they’d settled in had been near a spaceship
port and though their village was as sleepy as you could get with technology
not a hop, skip and a jump away, it had kept her father sane, as he’d worked in
the big city fixing up spaceships and keeping in touch with some of his old
cronies.

They brought him news from worlds away and many a night
before bed, he’d sit and tell them about his mates’ many run-ins with alien
species and alien laws.

During the day while he was at work, her mother would teach
her normal studies like history, languages and maths in the morning and during
the afternoon, she’d devote it entirely to developing her magical craft.

She had taught Adrian and Dallas a good deal about the craft
as well. Without her mother they never would have been able to pursue their
magical education as her uncle was unwilling to allow Dallas to leave their
home province.

He was scared to death that slavers would come after Dallas
and get her. After her aunt had passed away, her uncle hadn’t been able to run
the family business alone and her father had taken a more active role in
running it.

“What are you thinking about now?” she whispered.

The scent of lavender drifted through the air from the open
window. When the colonists had first arrived they had brought as much as they
could from Earth to make Vanguard as Earth-like as possible.

Lavender was an integral part of the magical community as it
was used for many things ranging from perfumes and soaps to potions and healing
salves. Many witches still practiced the old nightly ritual of blessing a bunch
of lavender and placing it under their pillow to keep night demons away from
their dreams.

The house was lovingly surrounded by lavender, hollyhocks,
foxglove and hydrangea.

She had grown up with the scent of lavender in the forefront
of her mind as it had been her aunt’s favorite flower.

“I’m thinking about my grandfather.” Damien’s soft voice
brought her out of her dreamy reverie. “I don’t think he had a happy day in his
life, that’s probably why he turned out so bloody rotten. On the day that he
did this to me,” he gestured to his scar, “he thought he’d introduce me to the
finer points of magical combat. He’d been equipped with his wand while I was
unarmed. He told me that every warlock had to learn how to fight with his bare
hands just in case the enemy had taken away their magical trinkets like wands,
staffs and swords. He wanted me to defend myself against him while he used a
conducting weapon to enhance his magic.”