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Halloween Heart-throbs: Witchy Woman ISBN # 978-1-906328-48-1 ©Copyright Karen Erickson 2007 Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright October 2007 Edited by Claire Siemaszkiewicz Total-e-bound books This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Total-e-bound eBooks. Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Total-e-bound eBooks. Unauthorised or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork Published in 2007 by Total-e-bound eBooks 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road, Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK. Warning: Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated total-e-burning

Halloween Heart-throbs

WITCHY WOMAN Karen Erickson

Dedication To C

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Chapter One

“Please let me taste you. Just once, that’s all I want.” Tessa sighed and spread her legs, more than willing to accommodate the request, hoping that something, anything would excite her, make her feel wanted. She watched the dark blond head dip between her open thighs and the man’s talented tongue licked her swollen slit, once, twice, then flickered over her distended clit. She bucked her hips against his mouth and closed her eyes, hoping to lose herself in the sensation. Another warm, wet mouth closed over her taut nipple, his tongue swirling, lips sucking. The second man’s soft hair brushed against her chin as he bent over her and she could smell his citrusy scent. She sighed. Most of the time she preferred one on one interaction but with the restless feeling that had been clawing at her gut lately, she thought she’d try it out with two. See if it would up her excitement level, bring her the pleasure she so craved. She wound her arms around both men, speared her fingers into their hair to guide their movements. The man between her legs sucked her clit into his mouth with her subtle encouragement, thrust two thick fingers deep inside her cunt, moving them in and out slowly. The man at her breasts began nibbling on her nipples with just enough bite, and she cried out weakly. It wasn’t enough. She had two men in her bed, and it still wasn’t enough. “I want you both inside me,” Tessa whispered. Maybe that would satisfy her. She’d taken men in the ass before, but she’d never had two men inside her at the same time. The men moved away from her immediately and she smiled. She’d never had to ask twice, never had to worry they wouldn’t do as she bid. No, all men fell under her sexual spells no matter what. “How would you like us?” The blond’s chin shone with her sticky cream, and she bent forward, licked at his skin, tasting her essence. She liked her taste, she’d even been curious to know how it would be to lick another woman’s pussy. To have a soft slinky body much like

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her own wrapped around her. This is how needy she’d become, so desperate to recapture the satisfaction of good sex she thought about seeking out another woman. But no, she really preferred men with huge delicious cocks and wonderful mouths. Rough hands and hairy bodies. Hard muscles and hot skin. “Lie down,” she told the fair haired man. “Flat on your back and I’ll mount you.” He did as she bid, stretching his rangy form on top of her bed, his head propped on a mountain of pillows. His thick cock stood straight out from his body and she leaned forward, licked the engorged tip with her tongue, making him groan. The other man, his hair a dark brown and cropped close to his head, grasped her by the hips, guiding her towards the other. “Condoms first,” Tessa said, her gaze sweeping over the two men. “Both of you must put them on before we can play.” Grabbing two condoms from the bedside table, the dark haired man handed one to the blond. They both sheathed themselves quickly, their cocks bobbing with eagerness, their expressions expectant. She licked her lips, a dull throb starting in her cunt and she thought maybe. Maybe this was the answer, having two men. Two men enter her, pound themselves deep within, stretching her beyond her limits. Making her lose herself in it all. She couldn’t remember the last time she lost herself in the midst of a sexual act, so overwhelmed with pleasure she didn’t know whether she was coming or going. Desperately she wanted to find that again, thought maybe she had found it again with these two. But then what would happen when she tired of two? Would she need three or four? How far would she go? Tessa pushed the thought from her mind and approached the man laid out on the bed. She straddled him, his cock brushing against her wet folds as she shivered. His hips thrust against her, teasing her. With a grunt and one swift movement, he was inside, buried deep. She threw her head back and hissed. “Oh, yes, fuck me.” He did so, grasping her hips and moving her up and down his rigid cock. She rode him hard, gasping and moaning and he did the same. Guttural groans tore from his throat and she closed her eyes, the sound of flesh slapping flesh filling her head.

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The dark haired man came up behind her, smoothed her hair away from her neck to kiss her there. His hands slid around to her front and cupped her breasts, played with her nipples, pinching and tugging. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered in her ear, thrusting his tongue inside the sensitive shell. She pulled away from him and ground her pussy against the blond man’s groin, her clit beginning to throb. It wasn’t enough. “Stand next to the bed and fuck me in the ass. Now.” He went to the edge of the bed without hesitation, rubbing lube all over his long but thin dick. The three of them adjusted themselves and then he was teasing her ridged hole with light brushes of the head of his cock. She thrust her ass towards him in breathless anticipation, ready for him to fill her. Ready for the both of them to fuck her until she couldn’t think anymore. He slipped inside slowly, inch by excruciating inch, and she breathed deep, taking him all in. The three of them didn’t move for a moment and Tessa grew dizzy. Overwhelmed at the sensation of having two cocks fill her, two men wrapped all around her. Slowly they began to move in tandem, the men moving in and out with shallow thrusts, their bodies wrapped around her, surrounding her. She moved with them, pushed and pulled against them, cried out when they thrust deep. She pressed her body against the other’s and held tight, and the tiniest orgasm threatened as the men began to pump in earnest. Again and again, they pounded into her, fucking her so hard she screamed, trying to reach it. Almost there. So close. She screamed and screamed in frustration as the miniscule orgasm came upon her, making her belly shudder. Not quite what she was looking for but it would have to do. She thrashed between them, felt them still within her and then they came as well, their moans mingling in the air. The dark haired man pulled out first and the blond slipped his arms around her, his hands smoothing up and down her back. She wrenched away from his touch and rolled off of him, her cunt and ass burning, her clit still throbbing from lack of proper release. That orgasm had been nothing. She’d brought herself to better climaxes with her own fingers. She’d been so full yet she’d never felt so alone. The dark haired man went to the other and they wrapped themselves around each other, mouths meeting, their tongues duelling just for her to see. Tessa knew immediately

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they put a show on for her and she leaned against the pillows, watched them stroke each other to full erections again. Amazing how they just spent themselves and were ready to go at it again so quickly. She had a suspicion her spell had something to do with that. “Would you like us to fuck you again?” The brown haired man asked, as if for permission. A little moan escaped past his lips when the light haired man dipped to his knees and took his cock into his mouth. “No, I want to watch you two fuck,” Tessa said, suddenly bored, not really meaning it. She’d seen this time and again, at the sex club she’d recently frequented. Two beautiful males so wrapped up in each other they forgot anyone even existed. Many times at the club it aroused her, and she’d even ended up fingering herself to ecstasy more than once. The blond’s head bobbed up and down on the dark haired man’s cock and she felt nothing. She heard the men moaning and wanted to yawn. They lay down next to her on the bed in a sixty-nine position to suck each other’s cocks and she wanted to turn away. They didn’t even notice her, so wrapped up in each other, their mouths filled with cock. The loud slurping noises and groans made her wince, and she rolled over, facing the wall. A large warm hand slid along her ass and she slapped it away. She never liked the feeling she experienced after she had sex. She’d yearn for a fuck, crave it so badly. Seeking out handsome men, she’d cast a spell, have mind-numbing sex and then immediately want to be left alone. She didn’t want to be touched, didn’t want to be spoken to. That’s why she didn’t mind watching if she had more than one with her. That way she was guaranteed they would leave her alone. Lately, though, she didn’t even want to watch. She just wanted them gone. “You should go.” Her voice rang loud in the room and the two men paused, mouths still full of cock. Tessa nodded at them, waved her hands towards the door. “You need to leave. I’m done.” After disengaging himself, the fair haired man spoke first. “We thought you wanted to watch. We hoped you’d want to join in again.” She shook her head. “I’m finished with you both. Please leave.” They did so, reluctant expressions on their handsome faces while they slipped their clothes on over their magnificent bodies. The dark haired man—how awful that she couldn’t remember their names—bent to kiss her cheek and she dodged him. “Can we see you again?” he asked.

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Tessa shook her head. “I’m sorry, but no.” They left her bedroom, shut the door behind them and she scrambled to her dresser, sprinkled some herbs around a burning candle. The flame drew higher and she chanted quickly, quietly, a spell to help them forget where they had just been. How she wished she could make herself forget.

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Chapter Two

Three Months Later…

“You’re coming to the Harvest Festival tomorrow, right?” Tessa sighed, wishing she had never picked up the phone. Why her sister insisted on participating in this mockery of their ancestry she had no clue. “Mariah, you know I hate the Harvest Festival and the only reason I participated in the past is because of Mom. Now that she’s gone…” “It’s even more reason for you to participate,” Mariah finished for her, sounding rather indignant. “You are so selfish, Contessa! Always using your powers for your own good, never caring to give to others or what they think of you. You should be thankful that we’re even accepted in normal society nowadays. When mother was our age, they had to practice all of their witchcraft in secret.” Tessa didn’t even know what to say. Her sister was right, she was selfish. Selfish with her power, selfish with her trickery, she never bothered to help anyone out. She only used her spells to aid herself. She didn’t like to advertise the fact that she was a witch, considering it brought out all the weirdoes. “Fine, I’ll go to the festival but I’m not performing like some circus freak.” “I’ll need you to do a few things, I always do. No one captures the men’s attention like you, Tessa.” “Fine.” It was Mariah’s turn to sigh. “Tessa, if you don’t watch out, with your poor attitude you’re bound to be saddled with the curse.” “Stop talking about the curse.” “It’s true. With the way you go through men, the way they bore you, I think you’re already affected by the family curse.” Tessa’s entire body went rigid. She did not need to talk about that stupid curse now. “Listen, Mariah I have to go. What time do you want me there tomorrow?”

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“No later than nine and make sure you bring your costume!” Tessa hung up on her sister before she could get another word in, then threw the phone on the couch. She paced, nibbled on her index finger as she went over the conversation in her head. Stupid, dratted family curse. No way could she be affected by it. She’d told herself for years it wasn’t a part of her life, would never be a part of her life. Now, with her sister’s words still ringing in her ears, she was afraid it might be true. True Love Prevails It Cures What Ails But Without the Proper Emotion You’ll be Cursed to go Through the Motions Wander the Earth Alone Until You Wither Away to a Bag of Bones

She’d always blown the old witches’ curse off, thought the words downright silly. A bag of bones, come on! But she’d watched her lonely Aunt Tilly grow old and increasingly bitter, until she died an extremely dried up old woman. When she went to the funeral and saw the open casket, old Aunt Tilly did look like a bag of bones. And it had freaked the then twenty year old Tessa out. That had been over seven years ago, and Tessa had done a phenomenal job of putting the memories of Aunt Tilly out of her mind. Until now, until today and her sister’s disturbing words. Maybe Mariah had a point. Tessa never seemed able to find happiness with a man. No, more like empty sex that left her rather unfulfilled afterwards. She was always so eager when she first saw a man who caught her eye. A little thrill would shoot down her spine, and her body would tingle. She’d conjure up a quick little spell in her head, zero all of her energy on the man, or men she chose. Lead them back to her house and have her wicked way with them. Only to feel left out and empty. Even after a spectacular orgasm, she felt that way. She didn’t get it. Now, maybe, it all made sense. She was cursed to never find a man who truly loved her. She would never be able to find her true love.

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Emitting a little growl, she stalked out of her apartment without a backwards glance, desperate for some fresh air. The late afternoon sun shone down on her, the air crisp as she strode towards the mailboxes. Thankful her keys were in her pocket so she could check her mail. It had been a few days, hopefully there was something waiting for her besides bills. An unfamiliar man stood at the row of silver mailboxes when she approached and she slowed her steps, studying his backside. He was outrageously tall, with broad shoulders that tapered into lean hips. A firm ass encased in snug jeans and long muscular legs made saliva pool in her mouth. Why had she never noticed this particular neighbour before? He turned when he heard her footsteps, and her breath stalled in her throat. Classic handsome male profile—strong nose, sculpted lips, firm jaw. Hair black as ink and dark slashes for eyebrows. Her stomach twittered and her panties dampened instantly. Delicious. As she got closer though her nose twitched, and her senses went into overdrive, the hairs on the back of her neck standing straight up. It had to be his scent. Spicy with an undertone of masculine musk and something else, something she couldn’t quite figure out at first. As she discreetly sniffed the air, she realised it reminded her of the faintest hint of blood. At that thought she stopped dead in her tracks, nearly tripping over her own feet. Damn it! The guy was a freaking vampire. A vampire outside in the middle of the afternoon? It made no sense. Tessa turned her nose up and went to her mailbox, shoving the key inside the lock a little too forcefully. So very thankful her mailbox happened to be on the opposite end of his, which meant his apartment was on the opposite end of the complex from hers. Even that felt too close for comfort. Vampires were a suspicious lot, always trying to undermine the witches, outfox them, a big bunch of show-offs, the entire lot of them. They were also so cocky, arrogant and outright rude, especially to witches. Tessa always wrote it off to the vampire society being intimidated by the fact that witches by and large were strong females. Therefore the two had a hate/hate relationship that went back centuries. She didn’t understand, though, how he could be in the sunlight without disintegrating into a pile of dust. Had the vampire race evolved and she didn’t even know it? Shame if they

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had, that meant she’d have to be around the arrogant bunch of them even more if she didn’t watch it. Hmm, if she was put off by the vampires then why were her panties so wet? Why did her breasts ache, so heavy and full? She was almost unbearably aroused, and all over a member of the evil undead. “Hello.” His deep voice resonated within her, making her entire body vibrate and kick into a low hum. She turned to find him watching her, eyes dark as sin, sensuous lips quirked into a devilish smirk. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest and she stood straighter, cleared her throat. “May I help you?” His smirk grew, flashing dimples in her direction and she was overcome with the need to fan herself. “I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m new to the complex, to the town actually.” “Oh, well, nice to meet you.” She wanted to run, get away from this man and his exceedingly strong animal magnetism as soon as possible. It made no sense. She’d always been the one to draw the men to her, it never happened the other way around. It was rather uncomfortable. “But I didn’t even introduce myself yet.” He held his hand out towards her and she stared at it, her breasts tingling and her nipples so very hard as they rubbed against the confines of her bra. “My name is Devon Smith.” “Contessa.” She took his hand, tried to ignore the sparks of heat that flowed into her veins, coursed through her body at his touch. “Your last name is Smith?” A dark brow rose and he didn’t release her hand. “What’s wrong with that?” Tessa extracted her hand from his, her fingers still tingling. “I don’t know. It’s awfully common.” “But that’s the beauty of it.” He smiled, revealing straight white teeth and she became mesmerised by the sight of them. Could imagine those teeth skimming her skin, nibbling her throat before he sunk them into her eager flesh… She shook her head, mentally pushing the thought away. A vampire bite was the last thing she needed. Besides, she could concoct a spell and the effects of it would be gone in an instant. “If you want my opinion, it’s a pretty funny last name for a vampire.”

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He looked taken aback. Good. “You think I’m a vampire?” “I know you’re one. I can smell ‘em a mile away.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, scepticism written all over his face. “Really?” Tessa nodded. “Absolutely. Your kind has a certain…scent that I can always detect. The thing I don’t understand is how you’re able to walk around during the day.” “Ah, crap, you’re a witch.” He rolled his eyes, even backed away from her a few steps. He also failed to answer her question. Figures. “Yes I am a witch, and don’t you forget it.” She smiled sweetly at him and turned on her heel, walked away from the mailboxes and the dirty rotten vampire without a backward glance. She could feel his dark stare on her until she turned towards her apartment and out of his vision. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pressed her hand over her heart, felt its rapid beating beneath. Vampire or no, she’d never reacted so strongly to a man before. It didn’t make any sense. She despised vampires, always had. She was born knowing they were the enemy. So why would she be sexually attracted to the enemy? Her mother was probably rolling in her grave right now at the mere thought of her daughter fantasising about a vampire, let alone bedding one. Ah, Goddess she needed to get a grip on her emotions. Maybe find a nice eager young man with a hard cock ready to satisfy her wants in an instant… No. The last thing she needed was yet another meaningless fuck from some faceless man. She was through with that. Done. After her sister’s harsh words, she knew she had to take them to heart. That meant no more mindless screwing with anonymous men and no more picking them up by using one of her spells. She had to find someone the normal way, go out on dates, eventually establish a relationship. She had to prove that stupid family curse was utter bullshit. She had to.

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Chapter Three

“Can you make another kitty disappear? Please please please?” Tessa desperately wanted to roll her eyes and tell the kid she was too tired but she held herself in check. Instead, she waved her wand with the silver star on the end over her cat Rufus and chanted a simple spell. The giant dark grey cat disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. The children sat in a circle around her clapped and cheered, their mothers watching her with odd expressions on their faces. Adult humans never understood their magic, though the children always loved it, couldn’t get enough of it. That’s why Mariah insisted they always participate in their hometown’s annual Harvest Festival which took place just before Halloween. They’d dress up in their dark purple velvet dresses that were scattered with glittering silver stars, even don the traditional pointed witch’s hat. Though they never dressed like that when they were with their coven practicing magic. No, when they practiced with their small group, they usually wore heavy velvet robes. Robes they stripped off mid-way through the ritual. It was more freeing and they could absorb the magic better that way. No barriers, no obstacles to hinder the magic, just their nude bodies, the earth and sky. “All right everyone, my wand needs to refill its magic.” Tessa waved it at the children and all of their little bodies bent backwards, almost scared by its power, of which it had none, though they had no clue. She smiled at them, clapped her hands quickly and sprinkled silver sparkly dust over their heads. They cooed in delight. “I’ll be putting on another show at two o’clock so come by if you’re still here. Enjoy the festival.” The children stood and slowly walked away, their mothers leading them with firm arms around their shoulders, not allowing them to even speak to her. Tessa sat in her uncomfortable wooden chair, yet again feeling so very alone, and she snapped her fingers once. Rufus appeared in her lap and she stroked his dark grey fur, felt him purr contentedly beneath her hand. “I wanna be just like you when I grow up.”

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Tessa startled, glanced to her left to see a tiny red-headed girl standing beside her, a sombre expression on her face. Her big blue eyes were wide and beseeching and Tessa couldn’t help the tug at her heart strings. “Oh, honey you just can’t be a witch. A witch is born, not made.” The little girl nodded her head vigorously. “But I was born a witch, though my mommy tells me no. I know I was. I can do things that other kids can’t.” “Michaela, there you are.” An adult replica of the little girl knelt beside her, shot a shy smile in Tessa’s direction. “I’m so sorry she’s bothering you. Let’s go, honey.” Tessa smiled back, placed her hand on the woman’s arm for a brief moment. “She wasn’t a bother at all. She’s very sweet.” “Thank you.” The woman stood, the little girl’s hand enclosed in hers. “We’ll come back and watch the witch perform her magic later, honey. We just got here so her show is over.” “Yes, please come back. I’ll even make him disappear.” She pointed at Rufus. The little girl smiled and waved at her as she walked away with her mom and Tessa heaved a gentle sigh. What, one day after she decided to change her ways and she suddenly had the yearning to have children? What the hell was wrong with her? She normally couldn’t tolerate children for longer than five minutes. “You were wonderful with that little girl.” Tessa whirled around in her chair with a gasp, her heart thundering in her ears. There was no mistaking that voice. Devon Smith, her vampire neighbour, gazed down at her with heated brown eyes and a devastating smile. A throb started low in her body, somewhere between the vicinity of her suddenly damp thighs and she looked away from him. “What are you doing here?” He chuckled, came around so he faced her. “Nice to see you, too.” She decided to focus all of her attention on the cat. It was so much easier than watching him, though her skin still prickled with awareness, her instantly hard nipples chafing against her lacy bra. “I didn’t think vampires came to harvest festivals, especially during the day.” “Ah, I’m sorry to say you’re mistaken. I love a good harvest festival. The crisp smell of fall, pumpkins, the changing leaves on the trees, the magic in the air.”

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Tessa lifted her head at his last statement. Why would a vampire care about magic? And the jerk still hadn’t answered her question. “You know nothing about magic.” “Well, that’s not quite true, but it is why I’m here. I’ve always had an interest in magic, though it’s been stronger lately.” He crouched down, knees cracking and he ran his large hand over Rufus’ grey fur. The cat meowed at him in greeting. “Nice cat.” “His name is Rufus.” She scratched the cat’s head and their fingers brushed against each others for the briefest moment, causing Tessa to hold her breath. Just that mere touch made her want to toss the cat off her lap and beg Devon to really touch her, slide his fingers all over her body. Press his mouth to her own, take her roughly right there in the chair… “There’s magic here you know.” His voice was low, rumbling through her, making her shiver. Never had she reacted to a man like this before. Her body ached with wanting him, her cunt slick with her juices. If he touched her again she was afraid she might explode with pleasure. “Wh-what are you talking about?” She licked her lips nervously, her hand so tight on Rufus that he meowed in displeasure. Devon’s eyes watched her every moment, his gaze lingering on her mouth. “There is magic between us, Tessa. You feel it, I know you do.” She shook her head. “No.” “Yes.” His deep voice so insistent, his hand resting over hers on top of the cat, and Rufus jumped down from her lap in disgust. Their connected hands rested on her thigh, burned through the fabric of her dress and she wanted him to move, never wanted him to stop touching her. Ah, Goddess she was ready to spark off, ready to fall apart at the seams. He confused her head, confused her body. “Please don’t touch me.” “Why? Because you like it too much?” Devon smiled, the sight of it making her pussy fill with cream and she rubbed her thighs together as if to ease the ache between them. “No, because you’re a low life.” She yanked her hand away which caused his to rest on her thigh, his fingers seeming to caress her there for the barest moment, and he didn’t move away. “You’re being rather discriminatory you know. Judging me because I’m a vampire and you’re a witch.”

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“The two have hated each other since the beginning of time. I even wonder if you really are a vampire, considering you’re here with me now, beneath the sunlight.” She glanced down at his hand, watched as it inched up her thigh and she held her breath. Desperate for him to touch her there, wanting him to go away, she didn’t know what she really wanted. Devon shook his head, the smile on his face making her want to slap it off. Or kiss it off. She wasn’t quite sure. “Not true. I know of a few vampire/witch match ups.” Tessa snorted. “I’m sure they all went up in flames. Vampires and witches don’t mix. It’s been proven time and again.” His hand slithered farther until it did a sweep between her thighs, just the quickest touch and she wanted to come. Wanted to explode and lose herself to the man and his touch. “Prove it now, Tessa.” He grabbed her hand, pulled her to her feet. She stumbled, fell into him, her hands braced against the solid warm wall of his chest and she gazed up into his eyes. A thread of fear crept into her at the glimmer she found in the black depths, and she began to tremble. Crowds of people walked by them but they didn’t even seem to notice. Tessa glanced around, wishing she could make eye contact with any one of them, but they all ignored her and Devon. It was as if they didn’t even exist. “Wait a minute did you put up some sort of shield so no one can see us?” The man— vampire or whatever the hell he was—had just performed some sort of magic on the both of them! How the hell did he do that? His fingers wrapped around her upper arms and he pulled her closer, his mouth just above her ear. “I did. One of those couples I knew, that were a witch and a vampire? They’re my parents, the people who raised me.” She tried to shove away from him but he held fast. “I don’t believe you. It’s impossible.” “No it’s not, it’s true. How do you think I conjured up the magic to make us invisible? They taught me the ways, gave me abilities. How do you think I’m able to walk with everyone else during the day? It’s because my mother is a witch. Why do you think you find yourself so drawn to me?” He nuzzled her ear with his nose, making her gasp in unbidden delight. “Because we’re the same, Tessa, and when we come together, the magic we’ll make will be indescribable.”

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Oh, just thinking about the two of them wrapped around each other, naked and shifting, his cock filling her, their bodies bonding made her quake with need. She began to tremble and he held her closer, his big hands smoothing up and down her back. “Vampires and witches don’t mate, and even if they did they couldn’t reproduce a child who is—mixed. You’re not even really alive! How can you be a warlock, have magic?” “Oh I’m very much alive, trust me. I told you, I’m only half vampire, I don’t necessarily thirst for blood to keep me going. Though I do like to bite, enjoy a taste of blood every once in a while. It gives me quite a—sexual rush.” He smiled and she lost the ability to speak, to even think. Just the idea of Devon grazing her naked body with his sharp teeth, nibbling and biting made her want to peel off her clothes and beg him to take her. Right here, right now. “Tonight is the promise of another full moon, you know. And it’s only two days before Halloween. If our bodies unite between now and Halloween, Tessa, we will forever be tied together. No one and nothing will be able to break it.” His words thrilled and scared her at the same time. She gazed up at him, confusion swirling within her, as well as an overwhelming desire for this man, this stranger. Vampire or warlock, she had no clue what he was. She knew that he affected her like no other. She knew that she wanted him like no other, and that he wanted her. She also knew she had to get away from him fast before she did the unthinkable. Like fuck a vampire mutant and actually like it. With all the strength she could muster, Tessa wrenched herself from his hold, desperate to get as far away from him as possible. He watched her, an incredulous expression on his face. “Why do you fight it? It’s futile, you know.” He said it so matter-of-factly she almost wanted to believe him. Almost. “I don’t fuck vampires.” He grinned, the asshole, and yet again she found herself mesmerised by the sight of his teeth. What would it feel like to see him bare his fangs, sink them into her tender skin, drink from her? Would she feel a sexual rush? She’d heard from others that it wasn’t so bad, it was almost orgasmic. And she was all about orgasms.

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Devon shook his head. “Don’t be so sure about that. If it won’t happen tonight, it’ll happen soon enough, Tessa. And when it does…” He took a step closer to her, bent his head so his mouth hovered close to her ear. “You’re going to love it. You’re going to want no one else’s touch but mine.”

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Chapter Four

Devon watched the silly witch in her pointed hat dart about, performing little tricks for the small children who swarmed around her skirts, shooting dirty looks his way every once in a while. He only smiled back in response, which seemed to infuriate her even further. He liked her infuriated. He wanted to see her good and mad, maybe even throw a couple of slaps his way. It would please him greatly to fend her off, pin her wrists together just before he slid his mouth all over her delectable body. Then fill her with his hard cock. Her wavy black hair flowed down to the middle of her back, skin pale as porcelain, beckoning him to caress its silky softness and her flashing golden eyes seemed to see right through him. He wanted her, his body ached for hers, knew that she was meant for him. His cock yearned to sink deep within her, feel her inner walls clutch around him. His mind drifted back to when they first met. The minute he spotted her at his apartment complex, he knew she was the one for him. That’s why he moved to this tiny coastal town in the first place. He’d never had any desire to live on the Oregon coast, he had come from the hustle and bustle of New York City for this? His mother, though, had seen it, predicted it, predicted her, Tessa. So he set out for this god forsaken place to find the woman who was to be his. Problem was she didn’t want to be his. He knew he would run into this obstacle, had a feeling she would be defiant but he didn’t think she’d be this bad. Telling him to his face that she didn’t fuck vampires, basically telling him to go fuck himself. The little spitfire certainly had a personality. He could say that without a doubt. “Who are you?” Devon turned to find a woman wearing the same dress Tessa wore standing in front of him, her hands resting on slim hips. Her hair was lighter in colour, eyes a stunning green but there was a definite resemblance between the two women. She had to be Tessa’s sister. “My name is Devon. And you are?” He tipped his head towards her, flashed her his best polite smile. “Mariah Laurent. Are you the vampire my sister told me about?”

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Hmm, just as blunt as Tessa. How…refreshing. “I guess I am. Did she say flattering things about me?” Mariah snorted in response which only made him smile. These witches were unbelievable. No manners whatsoever. “You wish. No, she was a bit hard on you if you want the truth. She called you a liar.” “No surprise there.” “Look.” Mariah watched him, her hands still resting on her hips, green eyes flashing. “You’re probably just wasting your time with her. First of all we’re witches and witches and vampires don’t mingle socially.” “She already told me that, though I have proof that you’re both wrong.” “Oh.” Mariah crossed her arms in front of her chest, clearly wanting to figure out a way to deter him, Devon assumed. “She’s probably too wild for your tastes, anyway. You wouldn’t be able to handle her.” He cocked a brow at her. “Too wild?” “Yes.” Mariah nodded, pursing her lips. “She uses men, goes through them very quickly. She also likes to perform—kinky sexual acts. Though no man can satisfy her and I’m sure you won’t be able to, either.” Both eyebrows rose at that statement. Why would Mariah reveal such private facts about her sister? He wondered if Tessa put her up to it to get rid of him. If that was the case, then she really must want him to leave. Which only made him want to stay even more. “No man can satisfy her, huh?” When Mariah nodded enthusiastically, he continued. “I guess she hasn’t been with the right man, then. I’d love to try and satisfy your beautiful sister.” His voice dropped an octave and he bent forward, his face directly in front of Mariah’s. “In every way possible.” Mariah backed up a step, gulping loudly. She pressed her lips together, shook her head once, dark brown curls flying about her face. “She wants you to leave.” “It’s a public place, I’m not going anywhere.” “You’re certainly a stubborn vampire, aren’t you?” “When there’s something I want, I don’t back down until I get it. Her,” he corrected.

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Tessa stalked towards them, long hair flying behind her, eyes blazing gold fire. “Why are you still here?” Devon shrugged, turned all of his attention towards Tessa, her sister completely forgotten. The woman came near him and she was all he could concentrate on, all he could see. “As I told your sister, it’s a public place. I have every right to be here.” “You’re stalking me.” “Ha. Don’t flatter yourself.” He smiled, expecting to see steam shoot out her ears, she was so angry. “Then explain why you stand here watching me when there’s plenty of other things to do at the festival?” “I like children and I like magic?” She snorted. “What will make you leave? Please, right now I’ll do anything to get rid of you, you’re completely distracting me when I need to be performing for the children.” Tessa immediately looked like she didn’t mean to admit that last bit. He took a step closer to her, ran his hand up and down her arm in a tender caress and her eyes closed briefly, a sigh escaping past her lips. “See me tonight,” he murmured, his fingers playing with a wayward curl close to her ear. “When the festival is over, I’ll meet you here, in the park.” She lifted her chin, her golden gaze meeting his. “What will we do after dark in the park? The festival will be torn down by then I’m sure.” “I’m sure we can figure out something.” He smiled, ran a finger down her cheek then turned to leave.

Tessa watched him walk away, admiring his sure strides, such graceful movements for a man his size. She breathed deep, exhaling loudly and her sister nudged her in the ribs. “You like the vampire.” “Do not.” Tessa felt like a five-year-old fighting with her big sister all over again. Mariah nodded, a smug smile crossing her pretty face. “You do, too. And the vampire definitely likes you. I could feel the electricity passing between you two when you spoke like it was a living, breathing thing.” “No you didn’t.” Tessa glanced out at the crowd, watched everyone mill about, a crisp fall breeze blowing the hair away from her face. She didn’t want to admit to Mariah that she was attracted to Devon. It flat out wasn’t right. She had no business wanting to have sex with

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a vampire. To feel his hands skim her body, touch her breasts, stroke her pussy until she was so wet she flooded his hand. She wanted to feel his mouth on her cunt, feel his teeth nibble the tender skin, his thick cock enter her, fill her… “Yes, it was palpable, trust me. The minute you came up to us, he forgot I was even there. He only had eyes for you.” It was Mariah’s turn to sigh. “I wish I had a man feel that strongly about me.” “Devon doesn’t even know me.” “He knows you enough to want you. Usually that’s good enough for you.” Tessa whirled on her sister. “You make me sound like such a slut. Why not just tell me how you really feel?” “You know what you do isn’t right, Tessa. Screwing every man in sight, casting spells, luring them into your bed. You have a reputation, you know. This town is small, our community is even smaller. People talk.” “Let them talk all they want then. No one understands.” No one did understand. She slept with all of those men hoping that just one of them could bring her the satisfaction she so craved. It never happened, and now she was known as the town slut. The witch who’ll fuck anything. Great. No way could she have sex with Devon. Her reputation was already trashed. Once she became the witch who slept with a vampire, she’d become the laughingstock amongst her fellow sisters. They probably already didn’t respect her. An interlude with Devon would probably cause them to shun her for life. “It’s the curse,” Mariah said softly, interrupting Tessa’s thoughts. “Oh, fuck the family curse. I am not going to end up an old bag of bones. That entire curse is ridiculous.” Tessa started walking, not even knowing where she was going but it didn’t matter. Mariah scooped Rufus up off the chair and followed her, calling her name. “So selfish you even forget your cat, Tessa. What the hell is wrong with you?” “You are what’s wrong with me, Mariah. You and Devon and this entire festival with its stupid witchcraft demonstrations. Not to mention this lame ass pointed hat.” Tessa tossed it onto the ground, then stomped it with her black platform boots for good measure. Mariah watched her, her mouth hanging open in shock. “Tessa…”

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“You know I’ve always hated this festival shit, having to perform for people who disdain us, they certainly don’t respect us. They only tolerate the freaks because they have to and it’s fun for the kids so why not?” Tessa drew in a deep breath, ready to let it all pour out. “The only reason I did it in the past was for Mom, and now that she’s gone I do it for you. Well, I’m sick of pleasing everyone else. For once in my life, I’m going to do something for myself.” “Isn’t that what you’re always doing when you’re off fucking some poor man under your spell?” Mariah’s expression turned smug. “It’s never enough,” Tessa admitted, her voice low. “All of the men, all of the sex, it’s never enough. I always feel empty inside.” Mariah’s face instantly fell, and she reached out, took Tessa’s hand in hers. “What are you talking about?” Tessa shook her off. “You don’t understand, no one does. I need to go. Can you take Rufus home for me? I’ll pick him up from you tomorrow.” She left Mariah standing by a pile of hay bales covered with pumpkins, her mouth still hanging open. Tessa didn’t care, she had to get out of there, had to clear her head. She was not some sort of circus monkey always turning it on for the crowds. And she wasn’t a slut, either. She was a woman who happened to be a witch. A woman who couldn’t find the right man to satisfy her needs no matter how hard she looked. It was difficult to admit, but she had a feeling Devon Smith was that man.

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Chapter Five

Tessa wished Devon would show up. She wrapped her arms tight around herself to ward off the chilling wind coming in from the ocean, shivering when the breeze hit her in the face. Night had fallen quickly along with the temperature and she wished she had brought a coat. She really didn’t know why she waited for the insufferable man. Nothing would happen between them—she couldn’t allow it. Would absolutely not allow it. The man was bad for her, would ruin her already sullied reputation, and for once in her adult life she was tired of sullying her reputation. Festival employees still lingered about in the park, tearing down booths, packing up equipment. Even a few gawkers still hung out, talking with witches about their craft, probably wishing they were one too. These types of festivals always brought out the wannabes, the ones who studied witchcraft in books and movies but could never really participate. It boggled her mind anyone would want to be a witch. She’d had no choice. She’d been born one, just like her sister, her mother, her grandmother—every woman before her on her mother’s side. Her father had never understood their mother and left when they were young. Tessa barely remembered him. Her mother acted as if it didn’t bother her that he up and left, but Tessa knew better. Her mother had missed the man she loved with her heart and soul. Claimed him to be the only one she would ever love, she died a bitter and broken woman two years ago. Tessa wished she could find a man to love so strongly, though the fear of him leaving would probably never vacate her mind. She wished for such a man yet didn’t want it either. Too messy, too much to deal with, emotions she wouldn’t know how to control. She yearned for a man but didn’t want one to complicate her life. Such contrasting emotions, no wonder she was so confused. Leave now. Put this man from your mind and move on. You don’t need this. Tessa turned towards the parking lot, her feet seeming to move of their own accord. Her brain cleared as if a fog lifted and she brought her chin up.

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It was time to go. Long hot fingers seemed to come out of nowhere, wrapped around her upper arm and stopped her in her tracks. She closed her eyes, drew a deep breath for strength. Without having to turn around, she knew exactly who it would be. “Giving up on me so soon?” She stayed in position, not wanting to look at him. Afraid if she did, she would be lost. He had some sort of power over her she couldn’t begin to understand. “I shouldn’t even be here. I don’t know what possessed me.” “I possessed you, Tessa. We possess each other, we want each other. I don’t know why you continue to fight it.” With an outraged cry, she wrenched her arm from his grip and whirled on him, the heavy skirts of her costume flaring around her feet. “You do not possess me, you arrogant ass. You act as if I’m supposed to drop at your feet and beg you to fuck me when that’s the last thing I want to do. I don’t want you, Devon. Get it through your thick skull and leave me alone.” She couldn’t believe the lies that flew out of her mouth. He grabbed her again before she could flee, his arms snaking around her waist, pulling her close to his warm hard body. The breath escaped her at his nearness, her hands resting against his chest, the beat of his heart thrumming beneath her touch. His very real beating heart. She was so completely confused she didn’t know what to think. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you.” His head dipped, his mouth hovering just above hers. She stared at it, captivated by its sheer beauty, the delectable fullness of his lower lip. Her chin tilted, her lips drew closer and with a soft sigh, her eyes drifted closed. As if she had no control over her own body. “Tell me right now, Tessa. I’ll let you go and I’ll walk away from you. You’ll never hear from me again. All you have to do is say the word.” Heaven help her she didn’t want to say the word. ‘No’ wasn’t a part of her vocabulary any longer. She wanted his mouth to settle against hers, warm and seeking. Wanted his tongue to trace her lips, search the inside of her mouth. Wanted his hands to cruise up and down her body, enflaming her from the inside out.

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“Say the word,” Devon whispered, lips moving against hers, their damp softness making her sigh. “Say it. Say no Tessa.” “Devon.” She couldn’t. Instead, she begged for him without saying please, his name sounding like a groan when it tumbled past her lips. He pulled her tighter against him, tight enough that she could feel his erection against her belly. Without further urging, he kissed her, his mouth crushing down on hers and she welcomed it. Her lips parted eagerly, welcoming his tongue, meeting it with her own. He groaned and their mouths widened, tongues duelling. Her arms slid around him, hands roaming up and down his broad back, marvelling at the bunched muscles beneath her hands. Absorbing him, his heat, his power, his seduction, she held him tighter, her arms clutching, fingers scratching. Don’t do this. She ignored her conscience, really didn’t want him to stop. His hands moved up her sides to her front, cupping her breasts in his palms and she was overwhelmed with sensation. Those long fingers curled around her, thumbs flicking over her already hard nipples. Pull away. Run. When his mouth moved away from hers to press tiny kisses to her jaw she wanted to melt, completely ignored the negative thoughts running through her head. Like how she shouldn’t be doing this with a man like him, a vampire. How she should leave right now before it was too late. But she couldn’t, not when it, he felt so good. His mouth slid down further to her neck, lips and teeth nibbling on the faint cord that ran along the side of her throat. She tilted her head back, overcome, euphoric with desire and then she felt it. The sharp sting of his teeth grazed her tender flesh accompanied by the slightest bit of pressure. Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared up into the night sky, millions of brilliant white stars twinkling down upon her and her chest heaved, breath coming in short spurts. He growled against her neck, his arms circling around her waist to support her from falling as his razor sharp teeth pricked her skin. She cried out weakly and certainly not in protest. No, his teeth piercing her flesh felt too good. Her eyes rolled up in her head, aching pleasure fizzing through her blood, coursing through her body. She clutched at him, allowed him to drink from her, didn’t want it to ever end.

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“So sweet,” Devon murmured against her neck, detaching his teeth from her skin and she wanted to protest. Wanted to pummel her fists against his chest and beg him to bite her again. Again and again and again. Tessa’s head buzzed, her entire body buzzed and her clit pulsed in time with her wildly beating heart. She trembled with pleasure, hands shaking as they clutched at him. Her nipples were rock hard and rubbed against the fabric of her bra and she wanted his mouth there to relieve the ache. “Please.” He smiled against the skin of her throat and lifted his head, a lock of dark hair falling over his forehead, making him appear less foreboding. His black eyes blazed with hunger, his lips swollen from their kisses, teeth gleaming in the moonlight. She’d never wanted someone to fuck her more than she wanted this man to. “You liked it.” It was like the best sexual experience of her life and she didn’t even orgasm, wasn’t even naked. Hell yes she liked it. “You bit me.” She tried to sound indignant but knew she failed miserably. His smile grew. He looked like a devil outlined in silver moonlight. She was so wet between her legs she wanted to squirm. Wanted to flip her skirts up and beg him to take her. Right there. With the festival clean-up crew watching and everything. That’s how bad she wanted him. “You wanted me to keep on biting you, too.” Tessa shook her head and released her hold on him. Took a step back so he had no choice but to let her go. She pressed her fingers to her neck and looked at them and saw the faint traces of blood. He’d marked her. And she did like it, damn it. “I should go,” she said, her voice full of steely determination. She needed to get away, needed to think about what just happened between them. “Wait.” Devon followed her as she started walking towards the parking lot, her boots crunching on the fallen leaves covering the ground. Her entire body still shook with need, but she chose to ignore it, had to. She could not have sex with this man, he was too dangerous. Dangerous to her sanity and her heart, not to mention her reputation. “I can’t stay here with you, Devon. If I do I might do something I regret.”

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He kept up with her as she walked towards her car, never said a word, just watched her with those fathomless eyes whenever he could look away from where he walked. She wouldn’t look at him, didn’t want to fall prey to his delicious seduction. If the man could unnerve her with one kiss and mild groping, think what he could do naked in bed? “You wouldn’t regret it, Tessa. It would be something you’d enjoy. Something we both could enjoy, experience together over and over. It doesn’t have to end, you know.” Spotting her car, she hurried towards it, her feet aching and tired in her boots. It had been a long day and she desperately wanted to go home. Relax and forget everything about Devon Smith the magic vampire. “I don’t want to experience anything with you. Can’t you leave well enough alone?” “Not when it’s destined to happen, no. Fight it all you want, I will have you by Halloween night, during the full moon. This I can guarantee.” She stopped and whirled on him, arms crossed in front of her in a defensive gesture. “You can’t guarantee anything, you pompous ass.” Devon actually had the nerve to laugh. “I love it when you’re angry. Your eyes glow with fire, your lips grow red and swollen. Very beautiful.” “Great, then you must love me all the time since you constantly piss me off!” Tessa realised the implication of her words the minute they flew out of her mouth. She didn’t mean to say he loved her. Could only hope he wouldn’t take the statement out of context and run with it. “When I ‘m loving you, Contessa Laurent, you’ll know it.” His silky voice wrapped all around her like an embrace and she shivered. His fingers ran gently across her cheek and she closed her eyes. Just like that she was lost to the powerful pull of his inherent seduction. His index finger stroked where his teeth punctured her skin. “I’ve marked you, Tessa. You’re mine. And I always come back for what’s mine.” Tessa believed him without a doubt.

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Chapter Six

Halloween night and Tessa hadn’t left her apartment for two days. Not since the fateful night with Devon and his possessive declarations about her. She belonged to no one, and the man needed to realise that. Just because he bit her with those damn sharp vampire teeth of his didn’t mean a thing. Nope that bite meant nothing. So what if she liked it? So what if she wanted him to whisk her away to a plush bed far away from reality and strip her naked, have his wicked way with her all night long? So what if she wanted to stroke his cock with her fingers, suck his length deep into her mouth? So what, so what, so what? She’d turned off all the lights in her place a few hours ago in hopes to deter the few trick-or-treaters the complex got. She’d also managed to turn the ringer off the phone so she wouldn’t know if anyone called her or not. Devon had tried to call last night, had left her a message basically saying she couldn’t hide from him for too long. He would seek her out and once he found her, she would become his. Forever. A little snort escaped from her and she giggled. Yeah right. She was her own woman, a strong and powerful witch damn it! She didn’t need any man, she only used them for sex. That was all they were good for anyway. None of that lovey dovey shit for her, she thought as she gulped down her third glass of wine for the night. She set the glass on the kitchen counter and the room spun for the briefest moment. She gripped the counter edge hard, her knuckles going white and tried to focus on the flickering orange candle in front of her. The doorbell suddenly rang and she jumped, a little hiccup escaping from her. Quietly she crept towards the door, peeked through the peephole and saw her neighbour’s little boy standing on the doorstep. How could she resist that? She did have a bowl of mixed Halloween candy sitting on her coffee table. Heaven forbid it go to waste…

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Reluctantly she opened the door, sticking her head out through the crack. “Miles you look so cute!” He stood on her doormat clutching a plastic orange jack o’ lantern, his tiny face so solemn. No older than four, he was dressed up as a pirate, complete with eye patch and gold hoop earring. His mother Stephanie stood next to him, her hand resting on his shoulder, smiling with a mother’s pride. “Trick or treat!” He yelled it at the highest decibel possible and Tessa winced, the effects of the alcohol making everything so much louder. His mother patted him on the shoulder, frowning at him. “Keep it down a little bit, sweetie. And tell Miss Laurent thank you! She gave you a compliment on your costume.” “Thank you, Miss Laurent. Got any candy?” “Of course.” Tessa smiled and dumped a couple of chocolate candy bars in his jack o’ lantern, noticing how full it already was. She must have been one of his last stops. “Thanks.” He glanced into the bucket, checking out what she just left him. Typical kid. She bet he’d go back home, dump all the candy on the floor and sort it by best to worst. She remembered doing that every Halloween after trick-or-treating. That was the best part of Halloween. Her mother always put them in witch costumes which both she and her sister hated. Not the fondest memory in the world, but at least they got a bunch of candy at the end of the night for their endeavours. “Thank you, Tessa,” Stephanie said softly, smiling at her. “No problem—hey!” Rufus’ soft furry body wound itself between Tessa’s legs and she watched his dark grey self bolt out the door and into the dark night. She opened the door wider, helpless as the cat scurried away without a backward glance. Pushing past Stephanie and Miles as gently as she could, she went outside, shivering when the cold wind hit her. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.” Rufus turned and watched her, his yellow eyes glowing in the darkness. He flicked his tail at her once and took off. “Little bastard,” Tessa muttered, resting her hands on her hips. Shit, now what was she going to do? She never let Rufus out at night, other neighbourhood cats always tried to kick his ass.

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He may be a witch’s cat, a familiar so to speak, but he was a bit of a weenie. He couldn’t seem to help it, and it was her fault anyway. She’d babied him since he was a kitten. “I’m so sorry, Tessa! We didn’t mean to let your cat out,” Stephanie called from behind her. Tessa waved her hand back at them. “Don’t worry about it, Steph, it’s not your fault. I’ll go find him, he’ll come to me eventually. He always does.” Problem was the little bugger would not come to her, no matter how hard she tried. She chased him all over the damn complex, calling him in her sweetest voice, yelling at him in her sternest voice, even ignoring him for a while. None of it worked. He’d tease her, too. Let her get real close, so close she could almost touch him, and then he’d twitch is tail and run—like the fickle bastard that he was. Rufus was almost as bad as a real man. “Come on asshole, give me a break.” She was beyond frustrated, tired, cold. The wind had kicked up a notch since she’d gone outside, and the air was brisk with the hint of winter. Clouds hung overhead, obliterating the stars in the night sky though she could detect the glow of the full moon. The very full moon Devon spoke of a few nights ago when he kissed her at the park. Tessa shook her head. So the man could kiss. Oh, yes and bite. She couldn’t have him, didn’t need him. Didn’t need any man. Rufus would do. If the little jerk would ever come back to her. “Having some trouble?” She hung her head back, stared up at the black sky, cursing her fate. The man had a way of finding her at the worst moments. How could she forget he lived on the other side of the complex, where she just so happened to be after chasing Rufus for almost an hour? Shit. “Lost your cat?” Devon’s deep voice washed over her, made every tiny hair on her body stand on end and she turned around slowly. Her mouth dropped open in shock when she caught sight of him. He stood in his open doorway, her traitorous cat in his arms. Rufus watched her with unblinking eyes, even had the nerve to meow at her in greeting.

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“How—how did you manage to pick him up?” Rufus rarely went to strangers, certainly wouldn’t walk into someone else’s house. Devon shrugged, ran his hand down Rufus’ back. She could hear the cat purr from where she stood. “He came to me. I opened the door because I thought I heard something scratching and he was sitting on my front porch.” Of course he was. What a little traitor! “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to have him back.” “Not a problem.” Devon smiled, always so polite, always with an ulterior motive. “I’d like to have him back now, so I can go home. It’s freezing out here.” She shivered for good measure, but she was dead serious. Clad in her ratty old slippers, sweat pants and an oversized turtleneck sweater, she still wasn’t warm enough. She also looked like complete hell. Not a drop of makeup on, her hair pulled into a ratty ponytail. She was surprised Devon didn’t slam the door in her face. He gestured with a nod of his head. “Why don’t you come inside? I’ll help you warm up.” “I’m sure you would.” How she wanted to snort out loud, but she held it in. “I already told you no, Devon. Now if you could please hand me Rufus I can be on my way.” “No.” She’d started towards his door but his single word froze her feet. “What did you say?” “I said no, I’m not going to hand you this cat. Come and get him.” “You want to play dirty, vampire?” This was stupid, she could conjure up a spell and transport that cat back to her apartment in ten seconds. As a matter of fact, why didn’t she do that earlier when the damn cat escaped? Tessa closed her eyes with a groan. The wine of course. Every time she drank a little too much her judgment became impaired, her magic slipped. Sometimes it would even fail her. Like now, for instance. “I’m not playing dirty, Tessa. I’m trying to give you your cat. Besides, don’t you have other means to get Rufus back? I’m surprised you haven’t applied them.” Did the man have a sixth sense or something? He always seemed to know her weaknesses. “I’m tired, I can barely concoct spells when I’m this exhausted.”

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“Then come inside, Tessa. Rest for a while. Please.” He smiled, ruffled the fur on Rufus’ head and the cat gazed up at him with adoring eyes. “Stop fighting the inevitable and come here.” She headed towards his door, the gorgeous man who held her cat and her fate in his hands. “I will not have sex with you, Devon.” He shut the door after she walked inside, still holding Rufus. Without even looking at him she could hear the laughter in his voice. “Of course not.” Relief washed over her though it was brief. Why should she believe this man? The one who spoke of fate and destiny and how they belonged together. Yet here she stood in the middle of his apartment. A rather nice apartment, too, decorated with rich warm colours and sumptuous fabrics. The overstuffed couch looked like a delight to sink into and the hanging lamp made of amber glass cast a golden glow over the room. It made her feel warm and cozy, welcomed. Like she never wanted to leave, she could imagine herself staying, curled up on his couch every night. Sitting with him, cuddling close with Rufus in his lap. Rufus jumping off Devon’s lap when their kisses became heated, her hand curling around the length of Devon’s cock. Devon’s hand sliding between her legs rubbing, stroking her where she needed it most… Rufus brushed against her leg, and she shook her head, glaring at the cat who’d gotten her here in the first place. Hmm… “Did you cast a spell?” Devon’s eyes grew wide and he sat down on the couch. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She drew in a sharp breath. “You did! You cast a spell on my cat to get me into your apartment. That’s so low I can’t believe you’d…” “Tessa.” His voice was deep, the tone sharp, and she immediately silenced. “Yes?” “Come over here.” She did as he bid without complaint, desire unfurling in the pit of her stomach at his firm commanding voice, the expression on his face. Heaven help her, she had no control when it came to this man. Her reactions to him were purely instinctual, physical. One minute

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he had her so angry she could spit nails, and the next minute she wanted to throw herself in his arms and beg him to touch her. When she sat down in the middle of the couch Devon shook his head, patting the space right beside him. “Next to me.” Tessa slid over until her body was next to his, his hard thigh pressing against her own. The warmth of his skin seeped into her, flowed through her body and her pussy filled with cream. She knew without a doubt, she was going to have sex with this man tonight. It didn’t matter what she’d said to him earlier. It was going to happen. She had no control over it. “I don’t want you to argue with me any longer, Tessa. What happens between us is meant to be, and you won’t fight it. I won’t let you. Do you understand?” His husky voice growled in her ear and she lowered her eyes and nodded once. A thrill shot up her spine at his forceful words. Never before had she let a man call the shots. This would be a new experience. “So beautiful, and all mine. Now be a good girl and come sit in my lap.”

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Chapter Seven

Tessa climbed on top of his lap, straddling his hips with her knees. Devon tilted his head back, his dark eyes meeting hers and she waited breathlessly. Waited for him to touch her, kiss her, say something, do anything. Her entire body tensed, hands settling on his broad shoulders, delicious anticipation tumbling through her body like a wave of heat. The warmth of his body burned through the thin fabric of his black long sleeved T-shirt, and her hands curved around his wide shoulders. Muscles bunched beneath her touch and she smiled. So strong, so gorgeous and she was about to sample him. Taste him, touch him, have him slide inside of her. “Do you want me?” She sat up on her knees so she towered over him even more and nodded. “Yes.” “Once you have me, there can be no others.” Yeah right. “Whatever you say.” His hands grasped her waist, squeezing her tight. “I mean it, Tessa. Once we make love, you can be with no other man. Your sister told me about the men you’ve been with. I want you to know, I don’t care about any of that. But after this, you’re mine. You belong to me.” Tessa knew she should be offended, put off by his macho words and commanding tone. It had the opposite effect, though. She wanted to belong to Devon, wanted to be his. And she wanted him to belong to her. “Mariah told you about me?” The question came out a whisper. She wanted to make sure it really didn’t bother him, all of her previous conquests. If they did, no way could she continue with him. He had to accept her for who she was, despite the mistakes she’d made in her life. He nodded, a hand sneaking up to cup her cheek. Tender fingers caressed her skin and her lips parted, the faintest sigh coming from her. His touch felt like a balm on her skin, on her soul.

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“I don’t care about any of that, Tessa, I mean it. You’re my destiny, and I can’t deny destiny. You shouldn’t either.” She bent her head as he reached up and their lips connected, brushed against each other back and forth. Her mouth opened to him and his tongue teased her, brushed against her lips, her teeth. She growled, her hands tightening on his shoulders. He took his time when she wanted it fast. Soft and tender when she needed hard and rough. She wanted him to take her and he seduced her instead. “Slow down temptress,” he murmured against her mouth, his hands sliding into her hair to cup the back of her head. Tessa bit his lower lip, made him cry out. “I don’t want to slow down.” He chuckled. “We’re going to do this my way. You don’t have a choice.” Before she could protest his mouth was on hers again, firm lips insistent, tongue thrusting against hers. The kiss grew like a late fall storm as it went on, their mouths and teeth clashing, his hands gripping her hair so tight it was almost painful. She wrapped her arms around his neck, thrust her hands into his dark hair. Ground her lower body against his, his erection straining against the confines of his jeans. She could feel it, when she broke away from Devon’s kisses to sneak a glance she could see it. Thick and long, bulging against the denim fabric, tempting her. She slid her hand from his head to rest it on top of his cock, squeezing. He drew in a sharp breath and when her eyes met his she smiled. “You’re so big. I can’t wait to taste you.” He groaned and kissed her, her hand rubbing up and down his length, his hips thrusting up in subtle invitation. How she wanted to have his cock in her mouth, wanted to gain the upper hand in this situation. Wanted to know what it was like to hold all the power over this confident man. Tessa moved away, climbed off of his lap and went to her knees on the floor. Her hands went immediately to the fly of his jeans, unsnapping the button, sliding down the zipper. Wicked anticipation curled within her belly when his boxers were revealed, his cock straining against them. “Tessa…”

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“Shhh.” She tugged at the waistband of his jeans and he lifted his hips, allowed her to pull them off his body. He sat there in his black boxer briefs and T-shirt and she waved a hand at him. “Take off your shirt.” Devon smiled and pulled it off, rumpling his hair in the process. His skin gleamed golden in the light and she admired him blatantly. A broad chest, flat washboard stomach with dark hair covering his pectoral muscles. His nipples were tight little points peeking through his chest hair and his stomach trembled the slightest bit. Her own body quivered, her clit pulsing, and she was so eager to touch him. Her panties soaked, her breasts heavy and full, aching for him. But first, it was his turn. She planned on giving him such pleasure he would never forget it, or her. “You have a gorgeous body,” she murmured, sitting up on her knees so she could brush kisses across his belly. He watched her and her eyes never left his as she moved upward, tonguing first one nipple, then the other. A ragged breath tore from his throat and she wanted to laugh in triumph. “I want your cock in my mouth,” she whispered, moving back down his body, trailing her hair across his skin. “I want to taste your cum.” “Ah, Tessa.” She yanked his briefs off, his cock caught on the fabric and then rested against his stomach. She stared at his magnificent length with delight, and licked her lips. He was perfectly formed, the length of his shaft thick and smooth, the bulbous head beckoning her mouth. A dab of pre-cum glistened in the slit and she bent over him, tongued his essence into her mouth. Never before had she wanted to please a man as much as she wanted to please Devon. In the past it was always about her, her pleasure, what she wanted. And it had always never been enough. Now she wanted to give everything she had to Devon, wanted to watch him lose himself in her mouth, wanted to feel him come with a ferocity he’d never experienced before. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and he threw his head back, growling low in his throat. She eased him into her mouth, relishing the salty musky taste of him. Her hand gripped the base of his shaft, her fingers barely able to curl around his girth. She’d never had a man as big as Devon before, and she’d had plenty.

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He was, simply put, amazing. She sucked him deep into her mouth and withdrew, her lips sliding along the veiny length of him. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around his flesh and he groaned, kept groaning, her name whispered from his lips again and again. His lusty pleas egged her on and she increased her rhythm, her hand sliding up and down at the same pace. His hips thrust beneath her face, his hands curled into her hair, controlling her movements and then he stilled. With a shout he came, his cum shooting into her mouth. She took it all, swallowed it with pleasure, her tongue licking up every last drop. His body shook with the force of his climax, his cock twitched in her mouth. Experiencing all of this with him made her feel as if she’d had the orgasm herself. Her breathing was ragged, her body seemingly relieved, her skin tingling. Only the pulsing of her clit reminded her that she hadn’t experienced true relief. Yet. “Tessa.” She gazed at his now limp cock, impressed at how strong and thick it appeared. A dark thatch of curling hair surrounding the base of it and his balls and his thighs were strong and muscular. She ran her hands up the inside of his legs, the crisp hairs tickling the palms of her hands and she absorbed the warmth of his skin. “Tessa, come here.” He sounded tense, a little angry even but she ignored him. Too enraptured with his body, she continued her exploration. She ran her hands over his hips and across his flat stomach, the hard planes and ridges dipped beneath her fingertips. Smoothing her palms up over his pectoral muscles, the dark hair on his chest crisp and curling against her palms. His dark brown nipples beckoned her and she couldn’t resist. She sucked first one, then the other nipple, the salty male taste of him lingering on her tongue. “Fuck, Tessa.” Devon grabbed her arms and hauled her onto his lap, glaring at her. She ran her hands up and down his muscled arms, delighting in the fact that he was completely naked and she still wore all of her clothes. “What’s wrong?” She was all innocence, right down to the batting eyelashes. Not one to really tease or make light during sex, she found this moment fun, freeing.

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“I want to get you naked so I can taste you in return.” His hands tightened on her arms, hauling her closer against him. “I’ve given you the upper hand, allowed you to seduce me when I wanted to be the seducer. Well, no more, Tessa. Now it’s all about you and your pleasure.” “It—it pleased me to bring you such pleasure,” she admitted, her voice soft, her gaze dipping down to stare at his chest. “I know.” He lifted her chin with the tip of his index finger and she gazed into his eyes, saw the glimmer of passion there in the dark brown depths. He wanted her with a fierceness she too experienced. His past words lingered in her head, remembering when he told her that when they came together, they would make magic. He hadn’t lied, and what they had just shared was only the beginning.

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Chapter Eight

Devon stood with Tessa in his arms and strode back towards his bedroom, depositing her on the bed. She bounced on the mattress and rubbed her sweet little ass, glaring at him with those glowing eyes. “Devon.” Her pretty voice sing-songed his name and he smiled, his cock growing harder by the second as he stared down at her sprawled on top of his bed. “Take your clothes off, Tessa.” He was angry at himself, frustrated that he allowed her to take over. She had brought him to orgasm so easily and he caved like the sucker he was—a sucker for her. Her delicate hands feathering over his body had made his temperature spike and his head spin. When her lush mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, when he experienced the warm cavern for the first time, he knew then he was lost. Lost to the intoxicating seduction of Tessa, his little witch. She smiled and peeled off her sweater, revealing creamy skin and the bountiful globes of her breasts encased in pale green lace. His breathing quickened as she reached behind and unclasped the bra, the straps and cups falling forward the slightest bit. He caught a glimpse of pink and bit back the groan threatening to escape him. Her hands moved away and the bra fell to her lap, revealing her to his gaze. Her smooth skin glowed in the dim light from the bedside lamp, her turgid pink nipples begging for his mouth. Tessa lay down on the bed, her gaze never leaving his as her hands went to the waistband of her baggy black sweats. Even dressed so casually she was beautiful, so alluring. He watched, mouth dry as she slithered out of her sweats and panties, now completely naked. “What are you waiting for?” Her voice drifted over him, making his cock jerk. “Come join me, Devon.”

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He did so without hesitation, spreading himself over her pretty body, absorbing the smooth softness of her skin. Her arms went around him, hands sliding up and down his back and he closed his eyes against the well of emotions that bubbled up inside of him. How he hoped she realised what they had. This strong connection they shared was unusual, rare. A gift to be cherished. He’d wandered his entire adult life looking for the woman his mother had spoken of long ago. Now that he’d finally found her, he wasn’t about to let her go. “Such soft skin.” Devon propped himself on his elbows, not wanting to crush her with his weight. He couldn’t stop staring at her breasts, her pale pink nipples hard and tempting. He dipped his head, pressed tiny kisses across her abundant flesh and she moaned, her hands cupping his head. He couldn’t stop kissing her, licking her sweet skin. With his tongue he swirled and laved her nipples until they were glistening and damp. Her fingers worked in his hair, urging him on. He drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, heard her cry out. He couldn’t stop his fangs from exposing and he nibbled her tender flesh. “Devon!” “Did I hurt you?” He lifted his head to stare into her eyes, concern filling him. He never wanted to hurt her, only wanted to bring her pleasure. “You—you bit me.” “I thought you liked it last time I bit you.” “Show me your teeth.” He smiled, revealed his fangs to her and she gasped, though not in horror. Or at least he didn’t think. “If you want I’ll restrain myself but whenever I’m—aroused they come out.” It would be hard, but he could restrain himself if he had to. Though he didn’t want to. Tessa shook her head, her eyes softening. “I don’t want you to do that. Just be careful.” With a smile, he continued his ministrations on her breasts but the musky scent of her pussy called to his more primal urges. He wanted a taste, wanted to sample her juices, wanted to make her come with his mouth, fuck her with his fingers. Before he fucked her with his cock. He shifted, moved down her body, trailing kisses across her rounded belly and spread her thighs with his hands. Her pouting cunt lips were wet and dark pink, her clit exposed

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and her folds filled with cream. With a single finger he drew down her damp slit, gathering her cream and she cried out. “Delicious,” he murmured after he sucked her juices from his finger. She tasted like heaven. Unable to hold back any longer he dived between her legs like a man starved, his tongue searching her folds, lips latching on to her clit. Her legs went wider, little whimpers sounding from her throat as he slid first one finger, then another deep inside. Her inner walls squeezed around his fingers, so hot, so tight and he pumped in and out. “Oh, yes,” she whispered, thrusting against his face, her hips gyrating in circles. He fucked her with three fingers, enveloped her clit with his mouth, sucking hard, nibbling it with his teeth. Her cunt was so juicy and tight he could hear his fingers move in and out of her little hole. Her body trembled, her movements becoming faster and then she screamed his name, and his face flooded with her cream. Tessa came and came, her body shaking with convulsions, her pussy rippling around his fingers, throbbing against his mouth. He rode out the orgasm out with her, gentling his movements until she finally slumped against the bed. “Oh, my.” Devon moved up her body to press a kiss to Tessa’s mouth and she tasted herself on his lips. When he tried to pull away she wouldn’t let him, wanted the kiss to go on and on. No man had ever made her come that hard, ever. Her body still shook, her pussy still throbbed with the intensity of it, and yet she wanted more. She wanted Devon’s giant cock within her, wanted his big body covering her, his mouth fused with hers as they rode each other long into the night. She never wanted this to end. “Fuck me, Devon,” she murmured in invitation, her legs spreading wide. “Fill me.” Without hesitation, he speared his thick cock inside her with one stroke, filling her to the brim. His balls brushed against her swollen pussy lips and he stayed there, buried deep, cock pulsing within her. She held him tight, arms wrapped around him, legs anchored around his waist. It was as if she wanted to absorb him, fuse them together, become one with him. She never wanted to let him go. “You’re so tight, so hot,” Devon murmured as he slowly began to move. “And you’re mine, Tessa.”

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“Yes,” she whispered, rocking against him as he withdrew until the tip of his cock teased her hole before plunging deep. “All yours.” “I could fuck you all night, all my life.” He moved faster and she matched his pace, both of them racing towards the same inevitable goal. She wanted to come with him, had never done so before but she knew without a doubt it would happen. They would come together and truly belong to each other. Devon pressed his face against her neck, delivering wet stinging kisses to her heated flesh before his teeth pricked her skin. He drank from her, her blood pumped harder as if she could feel it leave her body and enter his. She cried out from the sensation, her clit pulsing, the orgasm radiating through her body, curling her fingers and toes. Wave after wave of deliciousness crashed over her and she heard his muffled shout against her throat. His hot cum spurted inside of her body, filling her and she welcomed it, welcomed him. She wanted a piece of him forever. Just like that, her entire world shifted and changed. The old family curse could kiss her ass, she realised with a small smile. She lay there, unable to move as he slid out of her, slumped against her, all sweaty hard muscled man. His laboured breath sounded in her ear, sending chills up and down her spine and she gazed up at him. She found him watching her, his dark eyes full of tender emotion. “And you said witches and vampires don’t mix.” She smiled, glanced away from him but his cupped hand around her chin forced her to meet his gaze, his sweet smile. “You proved me wrong, I guess.” “I more than proved you wrong, I made you mine.” He kissed her, his lips clinging and she clung back. She wanted more of him, all of him, now, again. Amazing. “Now that it’s happened there’s no looking back.” Tessa snuggled close, pressed her cheek against his sweat-dampened chest. “I don’t want to look back. I want to make a life with you. I’m sorry I fought you over it. I think I was just scared.” “I knew I could turn you around.” She also knew he was smiling and she bit his chest, making him yelp. “Witches can bite too, you know.” She smirked up at him and he smoothed the hair away from her face gently.

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About the Author

After leaving the crazy working world to become a stay at home mom/slave, Karen realised she needed to get crackin’ and pursue her life long dream of being a published writer. A busy mother of three, she fits her precious writing time in between chasing her children, hanging out with her wonderful husband and pretending she has a maid. She lives in California. Email: [email protected] Karen loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totalebound.com.

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