Wickedest Witch (13 page)

With a grin, he grabbed the soap and ran it over her luscious body, loving her hourglass curves.
No skin and bones here. She was all woman.
My woman.

The feel of her silky smooth skin as he ran his soapy hands over her made him harder than a rock. He stroked her full breasts, rolling her nipples until they hardened, then slid a hand between her thighs to stroke her slick folds.

Wet and ready for him already.

He dropped to his knees in the tub, his face inches from her curls. Hearing her gasp, he looked up and
lust roared through him as he saw her gazing down at him, her green eyes glowing with desire.

“Lick me, Ryker.”

He almost came at her bold, huskily murmured words, and his inner cat roared. “Oh, my little
heksen,
I am going to make you scream.”

S
preading her willing thighs, he buried his face into the part of her that smelled so decadently woman—and delicious. Her plump lips parted before his tongue and fingers, her moist core tasting so sweet. He lapped at her, his mouth unerringly finding her clit and sucking it.

C
aught up in the pleasure he lavished upon her, she didn’t seem to note how hard she tugged his hair. Not that he cared about the pain, or the fact he could end up bald. He liked it when she got rough and wild. He gripped her plush ass cheeks to hold her steady as she gyrated and trembled under his oral assault. Tonguing her, he could feel her inner muscles starting to quiver and he knew she was ready to come for him. Both he and his cat growled in satisfaction—
mine
.

Ryker stood up and turned her around. He placed his hand in the middle of her ba
ck and pushed to bend her over. She complied, exposing her pink pussy to him and providing a target for his cock. So many times he’d imagined this moment; it didn’t compare to the reality. He also couldn’t stem his impatience. He drove into her welcoming wetness as she braced her hands on the shower wall and let out a cry, which turned into a scream of pleasure.

“That’s it, little witch. Take it. Take all of me.”
And she did, thrusting back against him, inviting him to go deeper, harder. Holy fuck, it was heaven.

Feeling himself approaching the brink much too fast and not wanting to crest alone,
Ryker reached a hand forward and curved it under her body, finding her sweet spot. He rubbed with one calloused finger while vigorously pumping, the gripping feel of her pelvic muscles making him tremble.
I have to hold on until she comes first.
Thankfully, his stroking proved too much for her to handle. With another scream, she shattered around his cock, her slick muscles squeezing him tight.

Grabbing her waist with both of his hands, he pounded her
, quick and pistonlike. Her soft backside fit perfectly into the hollow of his groin, a soft cushion for the pushing that made him lose control.

It did not escape him, even amidst the loss of his control, that she took what he gave and whimpered for more.

More? His sweet witch wanted more.
She is so fucking made for me.

His beast mistook his mental euphoria as assent and took control. Long canines descended into his mouth. Before he could say bad kitty, he’d pulled her upper body partially up and leaning forward, he clamped his teeth down on the nape of her neck.

As he tasted the metallic fluid that signaled he’d broken her skin, she went rigid. With a long scream of his name, she came around his shaft a second time. A gushing, scalding wetness soaked his prick still buried balls deep inside her. He came wildly, his cock spurting jet after jet of cream. His whole body shuddered with the force of his release. Slowly, his mouth let go of her skin, the round mark of his teeth vivid on her previously unblemished flesh.

Oops.

He knew he should feel bad about marking, after all, he hadn’t exactly asked her first. However, knowing the answer—No—he figured he’d explain what the mark meant later. Much, much later. Maybe after he’d gotten her drunk. Or had her handcuffed to something. It would suck if she killed him before realizing that being mated to him wasn’t the end of the world.

In the meantime,
until he got brave enough to tell her, he’d have to content himself with knowing she belonged to him, a fact that made his cat finally curl up with a satisfied purr to sleep.

As if the force of their coupling had taken their voices, he
and his witch quietly finished washing. She stepped out and wrapped a fluffy towel around her body. Watching her walk out of the bathroom, he found himself stunned at the possessive—and scary—feelings he felt developing for her.
Feelings I’d better not mention to her or she’ll just think of something insulting to say.

She was so damned cute that way.

“If we’ve got to hit your place, then we’re taking my car,” Evangeline said, dangling some keys.

Ryker took in her appearance and apparently lost his voice because he kept staring, speechless. Judging by the bulge in his pants, Evangeline had achieved her desired look—pretty damned hot. Knowing her glamor would be useless around the vamps and Ryker, she’d dressed with care. Drawing attention to her lush curves, she elected to wear a long black skirt with slits on the sides that rose obscenely high on her thighs. A tight black corset constricted her breasts so much she appeared to have bottomless cleavage. Stiletto heels for extra height and darkly kholed eyes, teased curls, and bright red lips completed her look.

While she lied to herself and blamed her slutty preparation on their upcoming meeting with the blood suckers, Evangeline couldn’t deny the girly part of her—that she wanted to strangle—also dressed for her feline lover.
Would he notice? Appreciate? Admire?

She didn’t quite hold her breath, but couldn’t deny a certain amount of nervous anxiety. H
e didn’t disappoint when he saw the end result. Eyes glinting gold, he watched her as a cat would a mouse—hungrily.

Of course, he didn’t look as yummy wearing an old boyfriend’s track pants and
a t-shirt a few sizes too small. However, even dressed like an idiot, he exuded maleness.

“Stop that,” he growled.

“What?” she purred back, her movements fluid and sensual as she sidled up to him.

“
Looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like a cougar on the prowl. You know, I can smell your arousal.” He closed his eyes and clenched his fists at his side. “So sweet. Tempting.”

Evangeline
’s eyelids grew heavy as her body flushed hotter with passion. Now that she’d let her libido run loose, it seemed foolish to deny or hide her desire for him. She ran a red-tipped finger down his chest. “Wanna taste? This skirt has easy access.”

“Dammit, witch.
You truly are wicked.”

She didn’t take offen
se at his words, not when she could see the tent in his pants, surely painful given the way the fabric confined his sizable girth.

While the role of seductress was new to her, she couldn’t deny her enjoyment at his discomfort.
A husky laugh burst free from her. “Poor kitty. I’ll try and behave.” She tossed him a naughty smile and added. “Maybe.”

“
You’ll pay for your torture later.”

“I should hope so. But enough bantering.
Come, it’s time we got you ready to play with some vamps.” She strutted past him, only letting out a small squeal when his hand slapped her ass. Rubbing her stinging posterior, she flashed him a dirty look. He responded with an arrogant male grin.

As if she’d let that pass.

They almost didn’t make it out the door. And she ended up having to fix her lipstick.

Arriving at her
car, an older model four-door sedan, he insisted on driving and she let him.
I would never admit this aloud, but I could watch him all day.
Big or not, he handled himself with a self assured grace and restrained power that came from strength and cocky confidence.
Attractive didn’t come close to describing it.

But watching him wasn’t the only reason she let him drive. H
e knew how to handle a motorized vehicle much better than she did. She preferred traveling by broom—or more recently, plastered to the back of a hunk on a bike. A hunk she’d just fucked. A hottie she planned to screw again. Maybe even in this car.

Her panties
grew damp and he growled. “Stop that.”

Evangeline chuckled.
Damn, I should have fucked him the first night we met. For the first time in a long time, I’ll admit I’m having fun.
“Why?”

“Because if you don’t, I’m gonna pull over and fuck you until the windows fog over and this car is rocking on its struts.”

“Promises, promises.”

“
Evil witch.”

“Naughty kitty. Tempting a poor girl then not following through.”

“Think of it as foreplay for later.”

“Who says there’ll be a later?”

He shot her a look and she laughed. No use in denying when they both knew they’d enjoy several
laters.

She behaved herself the rest of the way to his home, more or less.
Crossing and uncrossing her legs. Letting her fingers dance on his muscled thigh. Giving him a hand job when they got on the highway, admonishing him to drive straight lest he kill them both.

What a fun road trip.
They arrived at their destination intact. The large house with the hedged-in yard whose driveway he pulled into didn’t surprise her, but the tiny woman who opened the front door as they walked up did.

Evangeline
’s nails dug into Ryker’s arm, probably drawing blood. “Who is she?” Evangeline hissed, the green serpent of jealousy rising immediately to boil her blood.

T
he jerk smiled. “It’s not what you think, my little witch. Ma, what are you doing here?”

S
taring at the tiny woman who’d birthed the giant beside her, Evangeline hoped they’d given her lots of drugs, heavy duty ones, because that had to have hurt.

Casting a not so nice glare in Evangeline’s direction, she said,
“I was worried about you. Besides, isn’t a mother allowed to visit her son?”

It seemed
Evangeline wasn’t the only one with a manipulative mother. She released Ryker’s arm so he could enfold his mother in a big hug. After a bone-crushing embrace, he turned and gestured to Evangeline. “Ma, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine. This is Evangeline. Evangeline, my mother, Aneka.”

Aneka smiled at her, but Evangeline noticed it didn’t reach her eyes, but then again, neither did her own smile.
“A pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

“Please
, call me Aneka. Won’t you come inside? I just made some coffee.” Aneka turned and walked into the house as if she owned it, but Ryker made no move to follow.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He chanted the word
as if it would help.

Judging by his annoyance,
at least she knew he’d not planned this meeting. Evangeline nudged Ryker in the ribs and whispered up to him naughtily, “Yes, I’d like to, but it might be kind of weird with your mother inside.”

Startled, he smiled down at her ruefully. “My mother being here is not good.”

“Why? She doesn’t look as if she could hurt a fly.” Not because she seemed gentle tempered, more like she lacked the size to do any damage.

“My mother is much tougher than she looks. Just watch yourself around her. When she gets into one of her moods, she can be quite nasty.”

Well, so can I.
Although for the sake of the wicked sex with Ryker, she’d make an effort to be—
gag
—nice.

Bracing herself for the inevitable confrontation, Evangeline walked into the ring—er
, house.

If she cared about other people, she might have paid attention to the interior of the house that screamed
, “a man lives here,” but since she highly doubted the wood paneled finishes and scratched hardwood floors had anything to do with his sexual prowess, she couldn’t care less. Although, she did almost smile at the cute picture of him as a kid with no front teeth.

As if he knew exactly where she looked, he said over his shoulder
, “That picture was taken after my first fight with a bear shifter at school. I raked in a ton of dough with the tooth fairy that night.”

“I take it you won?”

Aneka’s snort from ahead of them said it all.

As t
hey entered a kitchen dressed in wooden cabinets and stainless steel appliances, Aneka immediately grabbed mugs from the cabinet and prepared coffee to go round.

Evangeline watched with entertainment as Ryker’s mother tried very hard not to slam every item down on the counter.
Someone’s in a mood and I’ll bet I’m the cause. This is going to get interesting.

Ryker’s forehead creased as he watched his mother.
She could see his hesitation at leaving them alone. But they needed to visit with the vampires and the clock was a ticking.