Destiny Bewitched (12 page)

She bit her bottom lip.
“Can I still sleep in your spare t-shirt?”

He swallowed hard. Like
he needed another arousing visual. “Of course,” he said
tightly.

He was glad he’d bought
his other gift. This was going to be a long night.

My, my. So Geo likes a
little leather, does he?

She could barely keep
her gaze off his crotch, tenting at the sight of her in the
getup.

She had to admit, the
well-worn leather stretched across her curves did make her
feel…sexy. Geo’s heated gaze took it further. With no underwear,
she felt especially naughty. But the fabric was soft, and though it
was tight, it had a lot of give. It would be comfortable to fight
in, which she guessed was why Geo picked it. Along with other more
naughty purposes. A shiver crept up her spine.

Focus!
She had no right to be
having lustful thoughts when her sister was in danger. She was so
close.
Don’t lose
sight of what’s important.

“We should go question
people about my sister,” she said.

“Not now.” He set a jug
of some kind of liquid on the table and plopped down onto the
chair.

“Why not?”

“There’s unrest. A
fight in the crowd. Too dangerous.”

So that was the noise
she’d heard a little while ago. She was growing used to the roaring
crowd and gruesome sounds of fighting, but shortly after finding
the tape player, a whistle went off and loud thuds and yelling rose
up over the crowd. She’d first thought they were being raided but
the noise died down quickly and the fighting resumed. Actually,
she’d tried to walk out just to see what was going on but Erebus,
traitor that he was, wouldn’t let her pass. She looked over at the
corner where he’d been chewing his bone. He was gone. Must’ve left
when Geo came back.

She sighed and went
back to work, trying to fix the tape player. She was going to get
it to work if it was the last thing she ever did. Music would be
like a salve on her raw nerves right now. Growing up poor, she’d
learned how to fix things herself at a young age. It was either
that or never have anything to play with.

“Well, what do we do
then?” she asked.

“Talk strategy, then go
to bed. I need you well-rested for tomorrow.” He lifted the jug and
uncorked it. “This will help.”

He held it out to her
and she grimaced. He expected her to drink some mysterious
Underworld alcohol? Hell no.

“It’s just wine.” As if
proving it, he took a swig. “Good wine too. And that’s saying a lot
considering I come from the god realm. We invented wine.”

She chuckled and took
the container. When she sniffed it and it seemed okay, she took a
sip. Damn, it was good wine. She guzzled it, just now realizing how
thirsty she was. If she grew a second head tomorrow, she was going
to be pissed.

“Easy,” he coaxed,
taking the wine from her hands. “Now, what can you do in the
ring?”

“Kill things with my
mighty sword.”

He shook his head. “No.
You’re going to make one of your protection circles and cast spells
from there.”

What?
“The fuck I am!” He’d better
not think he was going to manage her. “My strength is my sword
fighting.”

He didn’t raise his
voice, but he did get that authoritative tone she didn’t like. “You
promised to obey me.”

“I did no such
thing.”

“At the gate, you said
you’d do what I told you.”

Shit. He had her there.
She growled and grabbed the wine, throwing back another
mouthful.

His tone softened. “I
will help you, Samantha. But you must trust me.”

He’d been true to his
word so far. Through the Grim Desert, in the death worm tunnel, and
through the Games gate, he’d protected her, took care of her. When
she’d followed his lead, he hadn’t let her down. Could she trust
him in this too?

“A protection circle,”
he pushed. “Agreed?”

She smiled sweetly.
“Except in dire emergency. And that’s as far as I’ll bend on this,
dove
,” she
answered, repeating his words from the tunnel.

With a gruff laugh he
shook his head. “Saucy wench.”

Finally, the piece
she’d been fiddling with on the tape player clicked into place. She
pressed play and turned up the volume. When music flowed from the
small but effective speakers, she gave Geo an I-told-you-so
look.

His wide eyes told her
he’d probably never heard music come from a machine before. She
recognized the song.
I Put a Spell on You
by Creedence Clearwater
Revival. Somebody in the Underworld liked 70’s rock. Go figure.

“I love this song.” She
placed the tape player on the bed and stood up, feeling a little
reckless, a little free.
Must be the wine.

The lead singer’s
throaty voice and the heavy beat fit the dim room. The song was
gritty and raw just like the Underworld. She looked at Geo, laid
back in the chair all big and bad, strong and silent. He’d never
looked so sexy.

Definitely the
wine.

“Dance with me,” she
commanded.

His brows lifted.

“Come on.” She grabbed
his hand and tugged.

With a smirk, he let
her pull him to his feet.

“Just put your hands
here and here.” She guided his hands to her hip and shoulder but he
yanked out of her grip.

“I know how to dance,
woman,” he growled. Then he plopped both hands on her low back,
just above her backside, and yanked her up against his body.

She gasped. His arousal
pressed hard against her abdomen.

Taking the lead, he
moved them to the music, grinding against her in a most indecent
way. He bent his head and inhaled her hair then let out a savage
groan.

Oh my.

All that caged lust was
focused on her. Could she handle a man like Geo? His fingers dug
into her exposed skin where he’d slipped them under her waistband –
his hands like a fiery brand. She swallowed hard.

When the guitar solo
came on he bent her backward and she fell, dropping her head,
trusting him to hold her as she arched away, presenting her chest.
His growl of approval seemed to vibrate straight to her clit.
Roughly, he pulled her up and she slammed into his chest with both
hands. He gazed down at her, panting, his eyes dark with lust. Her
hands shook until she stilled them on his shoulders.

His fingers moved
lower, grasping her bare ass and squeezing. Her knees trembled and
threatened to give way. Then he lowered his mouth to her ear. She
canted her head to the side, thinking he was going to say
something, but instead he bit down on her lobe.

“Ow.”

“Be still,” he ordered
softly then licked the small sting away.

Oh my Lord, I’ve freed
the beast.

His mouth skimmed along
her neck, licking, kissing. Goose bumps rose over her skin. He
nipped the side of her jaw and she jerked. A shiver shook her. He
was so unpredictable – so dangerous. And she’d never been more
turned on.

“Did you put a spell on
me, little witch?” he rasped in her ear. “Am I yours?”

Mine? God I want to say yes!
She
could barely find her voice. “Something tells me you’re not the
type to belong to anybody.”

He leaned his forehead
against hers. “I’m beginning to doubt that.”

He tilted her back
again and this time he pulled down the zipper on her vest. Not all
the way, just enough to expose her cleavage. She’d taken her bra
off when she tried it on. A few more inches and her breasts would
be exposed.

She should stop him.
She really should stop him.

He kissed the top of
each mound and she sagged against him, her will overtaken by her
libido. Then he looked into her eyes.

“I want you.” His
declaration was so packed with need she almost whimpered.

What would it be like
to be taken by such a strong, demanding male? Would she regret it
if she said no? The hand in her pants moved lower…under her
cheeks…between her legs. She gasped when he touched her there.
Could he feel how wet she was? Fire raced through her veins. Then
he took her mouth. And there was no gentleness about him. His lips
moved recklessly against hers, pressing her backward. His hands
moved from her pants and cupped the back of her head, holding her
in place. Though it was only their second kiss, he tasted so
familiar. He nipped at her bottom lip, demanding entrance. His
tongue plunged into her mouth as he sucked hers into his.

Then she knew the
meaning of possession.

She finally pulled
away, panting for air. Blaming the wine and his magic fingers, she
purred, “So take me.”

His eyes tightened. “I
don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid of
rough sex.” She was a little afraid. “And I’m no virgin.” But she’d
only had two lovers and it’d been a long time. Too long.

This seemed to amuse
him. “Oh, really?”

He grabbed a handful of
her hair and pulled her head back, not roughly, but firmly. He
kissed the length of her throat and down her chest. That little
feeling of danger, of helplessness, sent a thrill down her spine
and between her legs. Her clit throbbed with the beat of the
music.

Without releasing her
hair, he unzipped the rest of her vest. The cool air hit her
nipples and they tightened. He stared at them and anticipation had
her clenching her fists.
Touch them…suck them.

Instead of taking them
in his mouth, he released her hair and slid his hands down her
arms. He took a step back.

Where’s he going?
She almost
pouted.

“I like to be in
charge.” It sounded like a threat.

“In the bedroom
too?”

“Especially in the
bedroom.”

Heat pulsed to her core
at his sensual words. But she couldn’t let him roll over her like a
freight train. She wasn’t a wilting flower. Was she?

She grabbed onto his
shirt and pulled him close. “I’m stronger than you think. I can
handle you.”

He chuckled. And then
he swept her in his arms and tossed her onto the bed.

Was that it? Was that
the best he could do?

Grabbing her ankles, he
pulled her to the edge and leaned over her. “Stay where I put you,
Samantha. Do you understand?”

Could she be passive in
the bedroom? She’d never explored this side of herself but she
couldn’t deny a tingle of excitement at the idea of a dominant
partner.

Geo watched her,
waiting for confirmation she understood him. It felt a little like
he was asking permission. If she did this, there’d be no going
back.

She nodded.

“Good.”

His gaze raked her,
head to toe, and her body burned like a fever. With a quick pull,
her pants were down off her hips and onto the floor. The cool
underground air licked at her skin but Geo’s gaze heated it –
moving from her breasts, down her stomach, to her mound. She
couldn’t stop a soft moan.

Just touch me already!
She was
tempted to reach up and grab him but she forced herself to stay
still.

He whispered something
tenderly in Greek then said, in English, “You’re delicious.”

His sexy smirk melted
her insides like butter on a hot stove. She couldn’t take
anymore.

“Please,” she
begged.

He smiled.
“
Mmm
. Yes,
matia mou
.
Tell me what you want.”

Bastard was toying with
her. “You to fuck me. I thought it was obvious.”
Let’s see what he makes of
that.

His eyes crinkled with
amusement. “Saucy wench.” Then he flipped her over. “I want to look
you over first.” He held her still with a strong hand on her lower
back.

She was half hanging
off the bed, her face smothered in the blanket that smelled like
him.
Mmm…
She
was tempted to reach under and touch herself.
Well, if he’s not going
to.

Then one of his hands
slid down her spine and over her ass. The other moved up her thigh
to between her legs. Gently he cupped her mound.

A moan escaped her
lips. “Yes.” Did she say that out loud? She moved her hips toward
his hand. A sharp slap on her backside stopped her.

“Stay,” he
commanded.

She whimpered.

“You have the perfect
ass. I could stare at it all day.”

She was tempted to
wiggle it but didn’t want to get slapped again. Or did she?

“But I’m greedy. I want
all of you.” He tapped her hip. “Turn over.”

She obeyed. What would
he do next? Her heart sped with excitement.

“Open for me.”

Her cheeks heated. Now
she was getting embarrassed?

Apparently, Geo had
used up all his patience for the day. With a growl he gripped her
thighs and held them open to his gaze. He leaned in between her
legs and placed soft kisses up the inside of her thighs moving
toward her center. Her clit pulsed harder and harder the closer he
got.

Just a few inches more.
She stopped breathing. The world faded and her entire existence
centered on his lips moving up her thigh.

Then he halted and
stood, staring with dark, lust-filled eyes and a sexy grin.
Quickly, he shed his pants. Her gaze locked onto his muscular
thighs, solid and all man. His cock sprung free and she felt her
eyes widen at the sight of it. She’d forgotten how big it was after
the peep show at the spring. She squirmed in anticipation.

He chuckled, watching
her. “I like you wriggling, eager for me to please you.” Leaning
over, he kneaded one breast with his hand. His mouth lowered to her
nipple. He bit down hard enough to send a little jolt down her body
and make her jump. “You were right, Samantha. You’re a strong girl.
You can take it rough, can’t you?”

He sucked it hard and
circled the other with his thumb. Warmth slid through her and she
relaxed into the mattress. When she didn’t answer, he stopped and
looked at her. “Samantha. I asked you a question. You’ll take it
rough, won’t you?”