Wicked Desires (5 page)

She flashed him a devious
smile. "Ooh, my Will. I love you so."

Then she sank her teeth into the
tender spot at the nape of his neck. It was such a wonderful mix of
pleasure and pain. It was as if lapping up that small trickle of
blood fueled her desire. She licked the wound closed and clasped
his hands in hers and rode him with such an intensity that he was
soon lost with her.

He came with a roar,
pulling her down on top of him to where he could feel her heart
beating against his own. Never in his previous existence had he
felt more alive than he did in that very moment.

~
5 ~

Odessa bit into Will's forearm,
causing him to awaken with a nervous gasp.

"How can you be tired when you've done
nothing but lay in your crypt since last summer?"

"Coming back from the dead takes a lot
out of a guy." Will laughed and pulled Odessa in for a kiss. "Let's
just take a little nap."

"I'm afraid that if I close
my eyes, I'll open them again you'll be gone." She scraped his
bottom lip with her teeth just to emphasize her point. "I can't
have you leaving me again."

"Dess, I'm not going to go anywhere,"
he replied. "At least not without taking you with me."

Not to be deterred she started kissing
and nibbling her way down his chest. "You know the rule," she
reminded him. "If I can get it up, I can have it."

"You're insatiable," he said, not
stopping her when she started stroking his cock.

"Only for you." She lapped delicately
at the head of his penis, savoring the taste of his flesh made
whole.

He ran a hand though her
hair, encouraging her to keep going. It didn't take much to get him
all nice and hard, just the way she wanted him.

Sitting up, she said, "I want you to
fuck me."

"Do you now?"

His grin sent the heat
surging straight to her core. No one's smile set her off like
Will's.

"I do."

"You forgot to say the magick word,"
he teased.

"Please." Odessa wanted him
so bad she physically ached for him. "William Fletcher, will you
please fuck me."

"I never could tell you no." He sprang
on her, catching Odessa in one of the wrestling holds he might have
used in the ring.

Not that she was putting up any fight.
She loved it when he got a little rough with her, grabbing her by
the hair and then swatting at her bottom while he had her face down
on the sheets. He loosened the leg lock long enough to enter her
from behind. Then he clamped his legs tight around hers to where
she couldn't move beneath him.

As long as she could feel his weight
pressed atop of her she knew she was safe. It was so freeing to be
trapped like this, pinned to the bed and unable to move other than
to meet his body thrust for thrust.

He tossed her hair aside
and sank his teeth into the nape of her neck. The spot no one had
ever touched but Will. His teeth tore into her flesh sending a
delicious wave of pleasurable pain through her body.

"You're mine," he said. "Always and
forever mine."

"Yes, yes," she gasped.
"Eternally."

"No, not yet." Will slowed his pace,
just as he had her on the brink of orgasm. "You'll hold back until
I'm ready to join you."

Odessa was never that good
at playing by the rules. Not even Will's rules. His words acted as
a catalyst to send her screaming over the edge. Free falling into a
wonderful nothingness.

Her throbbing pussy caused Will to
intensify his pace. He reached a hand around her waist and then
lower, stroking her clit with his finger. It was almost too much.
Too intense. Odessa screamed and squirmed and still he held her
down, forcing her to join him in one intense final
release.

~
6 ~

Sunlight streamed through
the window by the time Odessa finally rolled over, reaching for
William. Only he wasn't there. The sheets weren't even warm where
he'd lain. That instantly brought her back to her
senses.

"Will," she called. "Where are
you?"

When he didn't respond a
wave of panic sent her heart to racing and the room to spinning. He
couldn't be gone, not after the incredible night they had shared.
She pulled herself together to search the bathroom and the empty
sitting area before flinging open the French doors to the
balcony.

"Will!" she shrilled over and
over.

One of the other guests
blasted a radio in a futile attempt to drown out her wails. Not
that it mattered. Nothing mattered without Will. Odessa screamed
until her throat ached. Only then did did her screams turn to sobs
as she sank to her knees floored by what had once been one of her
favorite songs.

"Have another little piece of my
heart, baby," she sang along with Janice Joplin. "You know you've
got it if it makes you feel good."

Odessa waiting until the
song ended and then stood to slam the French doors. It was then she
noticed Will's shirt on the floor beside the bed. She slipped on
the shirt, slowing fastening each button. His lingering scent
calmed her in a weird way.

Of course it had all been
too good to have been real.

Except she had his shirt and when she
caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the vanity she saw
the fresh bite marks trailing down her neck. It hadn't been just a
dream. She had been able to conjure her beloved if only for one
night.

Odessa popped the lid on
the Tupperware bowl knowing what she'd find. William's heart. She
took her athame and cut away a sliver, just a tiny morsel. She knew
she couldn't afford to lose what was left of him all at once. Then
she swallowed the tiny little piece of his heart, chasing it with a
shot of Absinthe.

Despite the pain, it had all been
worth it to have one more night in Will's arms. If she could do it
once, Odessa knew that when the timing was right. When the moon and
stars once again aligned in perfect balance. When the Goddess
smiled down upon their union. Then she would be able to summon her
beloved again.

Until then, she would just have to
seek solstice in La Fée Verte.

She raised a crystal goblet
of the green liquor in a toast. "My beloved, not even in death do
thou part."

THE END

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It was all
Billy could do to stand there in the shower letting the scalding
water pelt his back. Nothing was gonna wash away the stench of what
he had done. Screwing around with his own sister. Loving his sister
in a way that was much more than brotherly. Of all the women in the
entire world, why did it have to turn out that Lizzie was his
sister?

The self-hatred
gnawed into his gut, hurting him worse than any physical blow that
Paul could have dealt. He was such a damn coward that he had ran
away from Lizzie after only last night promising never to leave her
again.

Billy just couldn’t do it. He could not go back to that hotel
room and tell her he'd never be able to make love to her
again.
What kind of sick motherfucker
wants to marry his own sister?

Minnesota was
not going to be enough distance between them. He was going to have
to get on the line with Hasegawa and beg the man to let him come
back to Japan for good. Maybe if he stayed halfway across the world
he would somehow get on with what was left of his life. He was
still going to love her, but at least he wouldn’t be tempted to act
on it.

God help him,
he hated his mother. He hated her for fucking Paul Bryson and he
hated her for having him. Hate wasn’t a strong enough word for his
feelings towards Paul. Some father he was, letting Pap take him
back to that trailer in Texas when Paul could have given him
anything in this whole world he could have ever wanted or needed.
All without missing a damn cent. As far as Billy was concerned Paul
Bryson was his father only in the fact that the man’s sperm had
ruined his life.

Lizzie was the
only one he couldn’t hate. No matter how hard he tried. Sure it
irked him that she had been the child Paul had wanted. The little
girl who got it all. She got a sports car and a college degree. He
got turned into a grown up before he ever had a chance to be a
teenager. Billy loved his job but he knew that with nothing to fall
back on he was gonna wind up just like Pap, dead in the middle of
the ring with nothing to show for it.

Yeah, he was
throwing himself one hell of a pity party. He would have taken a
knife and peeled off his own skin if he thought it would mask this
horrible pain of losing his Lizzie.

All
because Paul fucking Bryson couldn’t keep his famous dick in his
pants!

Out of complete
frustration, he punched his fist right through the glass shower
stall. The pain felt good, real good. Billy looked down at his
bleeding hand like it belonged to someone else.

Then he looked
up and saw Odessa on the other side of the shattered glass. She
just stood there. Frozen like a pinup model in a girly magazine and
wearing a little black lacy gown that left next to nothing to his
imagination.

He tried to
look away, but she had him mesmerized to where all he could do was
scan the length of those long legs of hers. No panties. She was a
genuine redhead. Perfect little tits with her nipples pressed taunt
against the black lace. That creamy pale skin, so white it was
almost translucent.

A
fucking Goddess of a woman!

A Goddess he
wanted to fuck until he could no longer think straight.

He stepped out
of the shower and she wrapped a towel around his hand, sinking down
in front of him on her knees. Billy couldn’t take his eyes off that
hair. Sleek and long, down past her ass in a violent cascade of
crimson, as straight and smooth as Lizzie’s hair was
curly.

He wanted to
bury his face in that hair and breathe in until he suffocated with
pleasure.

“
I’m
sorry about your shower.” Billy somehow managed to make his mouth
form words. “I’ll pay to get it fixed.”

“
It’s alright, I understand.” She looked up at him with her
emerald eyes blazing and once again he saw that tigress ready to
pounce.

What she did
next shocked the hell out of him. She pulled back the towel and
started lapping the blood off his hand, giving him a hard on like
nobody’s business. Since he was butt naked there was no hiding the
obvious.

By the time she
licked every drop of blood off his hand Billy was about ready to
explode without her even touching him anywhere else.

He tried to
reach for the towel she had tossed aside, but she batted away his
good hand.

“
You
are magnificent,” she said with her eyes on his manhood.

She stood and
with a graceful swoop wrapped her arms around his neck. Even in her
bare feet she was tall enough for their eyes to lock.

“
Billy, will you please take my body to do with as thy
will?”

He never had a
woman ask for it like that before. Her hand found his hard on and
he was a goner. He would have crawled across broken glass to follow
her to bed.

Luckily all he
had to do was walk across the hallway. Her bed stood up on a
platform like some type of an altar with enormous dark wooden
bedposts. The only light came from a candelabra mounted to the wall
over the carved headboard.

“
Let
me feed off your pain and sorrow,” she said, pulling the gown over
her head to stand before him in all her glorious nakedness. “Let me
make you whole again.”

Billy lay back
against the down pillows and she sprang on top of him, taking him
without any type of foreplay.

“
Your cock feels so wonderful.”

That
Dess sure had a way with words.

She rode him
hard, grinding her hips until he was right on the edge. Then she
slowed the pace, leaning backwards, arching her spine to put her
breasts on display.

“
You keep that up and I
ain’t gonna be able to last much longer.”

“
Baby, we got the whole night ahead of us. Don’t hold back.
I’ll get you hard again as long as you want to keep
going.”

“
How
about forever?”

“
Your wish is my command.”

She ran her
hands over her breasts, squeezing them together, rubbing her thumbs
over her nipples. Rocking her body against his, she bent forward
presenting her tits to his mouth like an offering.

Billy suckled
on her breasts in devoted worship.

”
Harder. I like a man who’s not afraid to bite.”

In that moment
he wanted to eat her up. Devour all that beautiful flesh. Take back
everything Paul had taken away from him.

She came with an ear splitting scream.
Her body convulsing so hard she took him right along for the ride
with his own roaring release.