Some Like it Wicked (8 page)

Zeke held his ground, watching as the rope flew through the
air, and he groaned when the rope smacked into his chest before dropping to the
gravel road. He stared down at the rope on the ground, drawing in a long,
controlled breath, then he jerked his gaze up. “That was mistake number two.”

He rocked back on his heels to take demonic form and kill
this warlock when Bryanna screamed, “No.” Freezing in place, he glanced at her.
Her eyes were wide, frantic, and she shook her head slowly. “Don’t. It’ll
change you back.”

The evil inside of Zeke demanded he make Layton suffer until
he writhed in pain, but one peek at Bryanna’s beautiful face reminded him he
didn’t desire a violent life. His natural state hungered to steal and cause
mayhem, but the stronger part of him had walked away from that life long ago.

No matter that even the good part of him thought Layton
deserved death for hurting Bryanna, if he took a life, he’d never come back.
Bryanna didn’t know how right she was—the moment he once again accepted the
darkness, the Devil would end his punishment and he’d return to hell. Those had
been the Devil’s conditions—
do my bidding and I will set you free
.

Zeke was already free.

He turned his attention to the warlock, who backed away from
him toward his car. “Leave.”

Layton continued to retreat, never taking his eyes off Zeke
as he neared the driver’s-side door. “You’ve ruined her life. Her coven will
now reject her. I’ll tell them she sided with a demon.”

Zeke took a giant step forward, but Bryanna interjected,
“Tell them that my home is now in Charmstone.”

Layton stared at her, incredulous, as if he didn’t know the
witch sitting on the ground anymore—and well, Zeke thought that accurate. He
had never known her. Never cared to understand her, only cared for his greed.

As Layton opened the car door, Zeke smiled, knowing Layton
would eventually pay for his evil ways. “One word of advice—shed that greed
from your soul, warlock. If not, the Devil will command your soul at death.”

Fear raged in the warlock’s eyes before he jumped in his
car. In a split second, his tires spit up some of the gravel rocks and he tore
away down the road, exactly as Zeke had expected—cowardly.

A little groan caught his attention and he turned to
Bryanna, who had tears streaking her face. “Let me help.” He hurried to her
side, knelt next to her and hastily removed the ropes.

Once she was free, he helped her to her feet, gazing into
her watery eyes, and couldn’t help but smirk at her appearance. “I believe you
looked exactly like this when I first met you—covered in dirt and hair in
complete disarray.”
Beautiful.

Bryanna laughed quietly, then she raised her hands to his
face, tracing under his eyes. “I see flickers of fire here.”

“I’m sorry.” He shut his eyes, avoiding her. “I don’t want
to scare you.” He took a long breath to settle the wrath coursing through his
veins, demanding the evil inside of him to settle, as he’d done for so long
now.

At her soft touch, he opened his eyes and another tear slid
down her cheek. “I’m not afraid.” She stared so intently, giving him her warm
smile. “I’ll never be afraid of you, Zeke.”

With her sweet caresses came the control of his dark side
and the burn fled his veins, the fire extinguished in his body. “You came
back.”

Her smile widened, indicating to him she only saw dark eyes
now. “In the car…I couldn’t figure it out…I didn’t know what I wanted…but then,
it all made sense. I finally understood why you didn’t stop me from leaving.”

Bringing his hands up around her cheeks, he cleared the
tears off her face with his thumbs. “You did?”

She nodded, leaning into his touch. “You were doing the one
thing no one ever did for me—you gave me the choice to decide my own life.” She
rubbed her soft cheek against his palm. “I choose Charmstone. I choose you,
Zeke.”

He didn’t need to hear anything more. He lowered his head,
bringing his mouth to hers, and swept her away in his kiss. This witch, in most
senses, was entirely wrong for him. Her kind heart was easy picking for any
demon and if he had met her years ago, he wouldn’t have been able to be around
her. It would’ve been too tempting and tested him too much. Now as his lips
brushed against hers, he realized he might have been damned by birthright, but
he had defied the odds and completely rejected his demonic heritage.

Her fingers pressed over top of his hands cupping her cheeks
and an undeniable truth filled him. Bryanna searched to be loved and so did
Zeke. He’d not only saved her. She saved him too.

After a final press of his lips against hers, he backed
away, gazing at his stunning witch. Her eyelids were lowered, lips parted and
her cheeks were a deep-rose color. She looked ruffled and aroused.

He liked her that way.

In fact, he intended to make her look even more disheveled.
His hard cock pressed against his pants and reminded him how much he did want
her, but something else more important rested heavy on his thoughts.

Lowering his hands from her face, he took her hand and
pulled her along with him, heading back into Charmstone. “We have to go
somewhere.”

“To my bed, I hope,” she murmured.

He winked. “Somewhere better.”

Chapter Eight

Thingamajigs
.

Bryanna couldn’t take her eyes off the wooden sign hanging
over top of the large bay window.
Thingamajigs
had been etched into the
wood, with an old wrought iron lamp over it, making it glow within the dark
night. The store resembled what she’d call an old, quaint cottage with a
thatched roof and stone exterior.

She peeked in through the window as a soft lamp lit up the
front of the store and she gasped. Inside were all the items she had conjured
in that hour she had spent with Zeke. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned
back to Zeke, speechless.

He grinned at her, and when she continued to gape at him,
unable to put anything into proper words, he tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Now you have a place where your magic isn’t useless. All of your thingamajigs
will be a sure hit to those in Charmstone.”

A tear slid down her cheek. “You did this for me?”

“In part, I did this for myself too,” he murmured, stepping
in closer toward her, causing her to tilt her head. “I’ve never seen a soul
saved before, Bryanna.” His eyebrow arched. “Never.”

Drawing in a long breath, he swept her tears away with a
brush of his fingers, then exhaled, fluttering the hair around her face. “I
wanted to help you find a way to connect with your magic again. For you to see
that you don’t need to be anything other than who you are. That your quirky
magic doesn’t make you flawed, but makes you
special.
You can give the
town something—a new store.
”

He looked through the window, his eyes twinkling, then he
turned to her. “So, yes, I did this for you, but that purpose gave me something
I needed too—my final act of defiance against the Devil. I have made a soul
happy without a deal with the Devil to achieve it.”

All she could do was stare at him in complete shock. She’d
known Zeke was different from every other demon. A creature who should cause
terror, but had simply helped her love herself. For the first time, she saw
him—truly
saw
him—and the incredible sweetness in his soul, no matter
darkness lived buried there too.

More to the point, she couldn’t believe he’d done this for
her. He’d taken the time to put the shop together, brought her items from the
field and had the sign designed. But most of all, she realized he’d done
something that Layton never would have. “I’ll pay you back for the store.”

Zeke shook his head. “No, Bryanna.” He leaned down, holding
her face tight in his hands. “You know as well as I do, money holds no meaning.
This is my gift to you.” Dropping his hands from her face, he opened the door
and a bell chimed. “Welcome to your shop.”

She entered the store, instantly surrounded by a small room
and the scent of apples and cinnamon drifting through the air. The shelves
against the wall to her left held her skin cream and candles. The high-heeled
chair sat in the center of the room with the matching tables around it, while
other items were scattered about in no sense of order.

Zeke’s spicy scent stole the apples and cinnamon as he
closed in on her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I didn’t have a
chance to set it up as I hoped—”

“It’s perfect, Zeke,” she interrupted. “I love it.”

He spun her in his arms and looked down at her, those eyes
that should be rich with evil only shining with tenderness. “You’ve given me
more than I have you with this shop, believe me on that.”

Without letting her respond, his mouth pressed against hers
and she leaned up into his kiss. He didn’t sweep her away in gentle sensations;
he devoured her with his demanding kiss. His tongue tangling with hers was as
heated as hell itself, making her burn.

He walked forward, pushing against her, and she reciprocated
by walking backward until the back of her knees connected with the high-heeled
chair. His breath was raspy against her face and the low humming noises coming
from his mouth made her shiver. He didn’t bother with searing kisses up her
thighs, teasing her clit to heat her up. He didn’t use playful flicks of his
tongue to bring forth pleasure. No, he consumed her and set her aflame.

Breaking away from the kiss, his nostrils flared and his
gaze seared into her. The way he looked at her now, the devilish smile turning
up the corners of his mouth, made her tighten her thighs as her clit throbbed.

“I might be good,” he murmured. “But, Bryanna, I want to be
wicked now.”

Heat pooled in her belly and she stood on her tiptoes,
nipping at his chin. When she heard his sharp intake of breath, she looked back
into his eyes and molten embers greeted her. “Well, Zeke, luckily for you…” she
licked her upper lip in a slow sweep, “this witch likes it wicked.”

As he stared at her mouth, his gaze darkened, then she was
spun around and her chest was pinned against the chair. He kicked open her
legs, removed her yoga pants and her lace thong was ripped from her body. She
hadn’t heard him unbuckle his pants, but when his hard cock connected with her
fiery flesh, she shuddered.

Without any warning, he thrust himself inside of her and she
gasped, shocked by his aggression. Oh hell, she’d unleashed his dark side. But
oh my, she reaped the rewards as he withdrew, only to thrust himself back in
with a loud slap of his skin against hers.

“Yes,” she screamed as he continued to rock into her with
hard thrusts.

A sudden slap on her ass had her arching up into him, then a
firm hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her. Another slap had
her moaning and he only increased her loud noises with each hard thrust he
delivered.

Two more slaps against her bottom made her skin flame
hotter. His hard cock rubbed along a sensitive area, bringing tears into her
eyes. He issued one final smack on her ass before he gripped her hip and
quickened his thrusts, pounding into her.

Her eyes screwed shut as he gave her no choice but to
climax. The hardness of his cock, matched with the area his dick caressed, had
her pussy tightening. She grasped the cushion beneath her and all she could do
was scream her pleasure as wave after wave of euphoria claimed her.

Without giving her the chance to recover, Zeke yanked her up
against his chest, his hands squeezing her breasts through her t-shirt. “You’re
damn beautiful when you come so hard on my cock.”

Not waiting for her response, he spun her around and her
breath whooshed from her lungs, but he stole the sound with his mouth. His lips
were forceful against hers and she returned the kiss with equal vigor. Now consumed
with passion, she bit down hard on his lip, not at all surprised when she drew
blood.

He groaned, deep and scary, moving away from her. He stared
at her with dark eyes glinting dangerously, then he tossed her back onto the
chair. Grasping her hips, he yanked her forward to rest her bottom against the
edge. His eyebrow arched. “You forget, little witch, I
am
a demon.”

With his hands on her thighs, he widened her legs before he
gave her a smile that should have frightened her. It didn’t. She burned for
him. His cock pressed against her slit and when he thrust forward with one
fluid stroke, her breath became trapped in her throat.

Now he
fucked
her—raw, fast, brutal.

Her eyes widened as she gripped his forearms, and when he
slammed himself against her clit, she screamed, crashing and tumbling into an
entire body orgasm, leaving her convulsing against him. But in the midst of her
writhing, he flipped their positions and somehow she now straddled him with her
feet resting on the floor and her hands on his chest.

With that dark stare on her and with her climax still
soaring through her, his fingers tightened around her hips and he pummeled her
from underneath—hard, quick thrusts that left her screeching in rapture.
“Yeeeesss.”

Her body spun out of control into unknown pleasure. But
before the peak of her climax broke wide open, she found herself gathered into
strong arms, then her back was slammed against the wall.

As Zeke thrust into her again, with both her thighs draping
over his arms and supporting her weight, she dropped her head into his neck.
With each primal thrust into her, the candles shook on the shelves to her
right, when suddenly glass shattered on the floor.

She raised her head and Zeke had flickers of fire in his
eyes as he issued punishing thrusts. Her pussy squeezed around him and the
scent of their sex swept through her nostrils, making her inner walls clamp
down against him.

Once again, her climax rose and her eyes widened as his cock
became hard as steel and he pumped into her with a speed no warlock could
match. Keeping her gaze on him, she brought her hands up to his face and stared
only at him…always at him. Each thrust he made brought her higher. Her eyes
became blurry with the tears of pleasure and her inner thighs were damp from
her arousal.

As his pelvis connected with her clit, she shuddered and
Zeke groaned, low and deep. “Yes, Bryanna, come again.” He increased the force
of his thrusts and each one banged harder against her clit, only adding to the
power of her building climax.

With those powerful eyes focused entirely on her, she gave
her demon what he wanted and her pussy spasmed. Now his eyes widened and his
moans deepened. His cock hardened further and she reciprocated by soaking him
with her arousal as he took her higher….and higher.

Trapped in his fierce gaze, she leaned into him and purred,
“This time, you’re coming with me.” Lowering her head, she bit his neck and her
teeth dug into his warm flesh, then she was coming.

The force and speed he came at her with gave her no choice but
to tumble into her climax. Pleasure rushed into her with such power, she lost
the hold of his skin and screamed, shuddering against him as he bucked and
jerked, roaring out his pleasure.

Then there was only the hammering of her heart in her ears
and the low harsh sounds of deep pants.

By the time her mind returned to her, she discovered he had
switched places, with his back against the wall. He dropped down to the ground
and she straddled his waist. There they stayed, both of their bodies in a sexy,
sweaty state. After she caught her breath, and using the last bit of strength
she possessed, she lifted her gaze to him. Zeke’s head was tipped back against
the wall and his eyes were closed as he grinned in a way that could only belong
to a demon who had just fucked a witch boneless.

She brushed her lips across his and he opened his eyes. In
the depths of those eyes where evil should exist, she found something much
softer, making her smile. “So, that’s what it’s like to fuck a demon?”

“No.” One sleek eyebrow lifted. “That’s what it’s like to
fuck
this
demon.”

“Luckily for you, I rather enjoy
this
demon.” To
prove her point, she squeezed her pussy around his cock.

His arched brow rose higher. “Luckily for you, lust is a sin
that belongs to the Devil.” His soft cock hardened. “Since it appears my witch
is a greedy little hellion.”

My witch…

So simply said, but not simple in its meaning. There in his
soft gaze, she saw an undeniable truth—this was
love
. Zeke had given her
a home in Charmstone and given her a shop where her magic had a purpose. He’d
helped her find a
life
of her own.

“I am that, you know,” At his curious look, she added, “
Your
witch whose magic is a bit warped, whose heart belongs to a demon and who
now is the proud owner of Thingamajigs.”

“Yes, Bryanna,” he murmured. “Just as I’m
your
demon,
who doesn’t steal souls, but saves them.”