Treats for Trixie (3 page)

Forrest knew the moment the couple got where near them, knew they’d enter their glade soon but refused to acknowledge that he knew. The second he’d secured Trixie’s hands to the oak, he’d engulfed them in a bubble that both protected them from prying eyes and kept anyone outside of it unaware of any noise they made. He didn’t want Trixie to know it, though. He wanted to prove to her all she had to do was trust him to know what she needed. From the look on her face, her inner battle had begun.

She’d spotted the pair as they walked leisurely, nearing the great oak and bit her bottom lip. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, drawing a muffled whimper from her. Eyelids fluttering closed, she snapped them back open, eyeing the couple even as Forrest squeezed her other nipple with his thumb and finger.

Trixie arched into his touch, her eyes closing at last. He watched in fascination as she gave herself up to his touch, to her own pleasure, and it hit him like a punch to the gut. He’d always left any woman he took satisfied, made sure he pleasured her before he took his own release. But Forrest thought if he didn’t make her come and come so hard her eyes rolled back in her head, he might die. Trixie was a beautiful woman--even more than beautiful as she sat poised on the edge of bliss. A fine sheen of sweat coated her skin, making it seem to glow under the silvery moonlight. Her breaths came in quick pants making her breasts rise and fall in offering to him. Chocolate-colored eyes looked at him as if she expected him to give her something. So he purposefully glanced at the couple standing only a couple of feet away from them now as he ran the fingers of his free hand through her sex to find her clit and stroke.

With a sharp cry, Trixie came. Thrusting her hips against his hand, she took what she needed, showed him how she liked it best. Forrest paid attention because he fully intended to make her come so hard and so many times before the sun rose, she would care less where they were when he decided to take her. Magick seemed to go off all around them like bottle rockets, and Forrest had a moment when he was worried his bubble spell might not be able to contain the power they both created. For her sake, he poured everything he could into the bubble, reinforcing it as best he could. Just in case, he threw sounds toward the familiar’s den, echoing their sounds of passion, but in a place anyone in these woods would expect to hear it.

When her breathing slowed, her eyes drifting open to look at him, then glance toward their audience, she gasped in surprise. The couple continued their conversation, walking past Forrest and Trixie as if they hadn’t even known they were there. As if she hadn’t just screamed to the heavens as he stroked her to release.

“They didn’t hear?” Trixie gasped her question, looking more than a little stunned as Forrest freed her hands and scooped her up into his arms. She was warm against his naked chest. Warm and so very right. This was where she belonged. Always.

“I told you I’d take care of you, sweet.” He raised an eyebrow at her as if expecting her to question him again. You needed my touch but didn’t want their eyes on you. I gave you what you needed.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “Yeah,” she mused, her voice husky. “I guess you did.”

Forrest straightened before her, gripping her hips as he mashed his aching cock between their bodies. “Are you ready for more?” He gave her his most challenging look, hoping the dare would spur her on, give her the courage to continue where he knew she needed to go.

“I—” She closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath before opening them, looking at him with a kind of awe, as if he were the man she’d longed for all her life. With a shaking hand, Trixie brushed his face, trailing her thumb over his bottom lip before breathing, “Yes, Forrest.”

“Tell me what you want, sweet.”

“I want it all,” she answered without hesitation. “Wherever you want to lead me.”

Her heartfelt admission made his cock pulse at her hip. The night was definitely about to get interesting.

* * *

On the way to Forrest’s home next to the witches’ coven, he and Trixie passed several witches and familiars, but none of them seemed to notice the naked couple. Once she became more comfortable with being naked in the arms of an equally naked man, Trixie grew a little bolder, kissing Forrest’s neck, sucking his earlobe between her lips and nipping gently with her teeth. He’d hissed in a breath, growling low in his throat at her. “You’ll pay for that, kitty cat.” The obvious lust in his voice as well as the promised retaliation made her shiver.

Once in his home, Trixie had only a brief moment to glance around her before Forrest was kissing her again. He stalked through the house, his lips fused to hers, straight to his bedroom before tossing her down onto the massive four-poster bed. She scrambled backward until she was in the center. Forrest followed, covering her body with his larger one.

He looked into her eyes, stroking her hair tenderly with one hand. “You’re mine, Trixie. Do you understand?”

“Well, you’ve tied our magicks together,” she said, feeling far more vulnerable than she’d have liked. “I’d say that means we’re stuck together.”

The grin he gave her was tender, if a bit sheepish. “I can break the bond if you’re not happy. All I ask is that you give me a chance to prove I’m the one for you.”

“You’re sure? I mean, we just met.”

His grin grew wider. “I knew I wanted you long before I knew our magicks worked together. A warlock doesn’t choose a familiar lightly.” He dipped his mouth to hers again, settling himself between her legs more fully. His cock pressed against her folds, slipping up and down, rubbing her clit with every thrust. “And you’re
my
familiar.”

Trixie couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips, or the way her hips lifted to meet his. She felt him reach for her with his magick, letting it wrap around hers until the fluid harmony they’d experienced in the bar was repeated. Only this time, she knew it was only the beginning. Magick swirled through her, foreign yet welcomed like a lost lover. In a way, she supposed that was exactly what it was. They belonged together, she and Forrest, just like their magicks did.

His body against hers was a heated caress, a sensuous glide that left her breathless with each movement. His cock rubbing against her clit made her want to wrap her legs around him so she could grind herself against him, taking what she needed. Instead, she opened her eyes, looking intently at him. Trixie knew her feelings were as transparent as a gossamer web and didn’t regret it as she might have with anyone else. She wanted—needed—Forrest to know how he affected her. She needed him to know she was serious when she said he could break her heart so easily.

“You’re safe, sweet,” he said, nuzzling the side of her neck before kissing her once tenderly. “Let yourself go. I promise to take care of you.”

Trixie closed her eyes and sighed, letting her head fall back so her neck was exposed to him, something she never thought she’d do. Doing so made her vulnerable to attack. Her animal self usually resisted any such show of submission, but this time, her cat only...purred.

Her actions seemed to please him because Forrest rocked his hips, settling himself more comfortably between her thighs before one sure, smooth thrust seated him inside her. Forrest growled when she cried out, arching her back, thrusting her breasts at him in offering. She’d expected pain with his taking her virginity, but there was only an immensely satisfying fullness that pinched for a moment before giving way to complete pleasure. It was several moments before he retreated only to surge forward again, deeper this time. Never had anything felt so right. It was as if Trixie’s entire life had been leading up to this moment, her magick coiling around her, mingling with his to swallow her. The balance between his magick and hers was utterly perfect.

When she gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, he moved faster, as if that was his signal that she was all right, ready to continue. He rocked into her, using his body to stroke hers, building her pleasure with an expert touch. Trixie didn’t resist, simply closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations.

After a while, he commanded her, “Look at me, Trixie.” When she only moaned, not opening her eyes, he stopped, giving her a sharp slap on one fleshy globe of her ass. “I said look at me.” The swat wasn’t enough to hurt, only to sting erotically. She found herself growing even more aroused, the magick within her stirring feverishly. Compelled as she’d never been, Trixie opened her eyes and looked at him. The lust-filled, intent look on his face nearly took her breath.

“Can you feel the magicks? Do they feed your lusts?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Your little quim trembles around me,” he said, his voice rough, guttural. Sexy. “Do you want to come, little cat?”

“Ah, gods! Yes!” Was that her cry? When had she lowered her inhibitions? Was it merely the taking of her virginity, or was it the magick inside her making her feel this way? Was it Forrest himself building this unfamiliar urgency deep inside her? She’d learned to pleasure herself a long time ago, but this need to come bordered on insanity. When she finally did orgasm, it promised to be one hell of an explosion.

“Then do it,” he bit out, his teeth snapping together as he surged inside her, riding her hard and fast. With those three words, Trixie’s body seemed to whirl out of control, fire darting through her to a conflagration that threatened to consume her. And she welcomed it. All around them, magick lit the dim room, the ceiling seeming to glow with it. Streaks of light exploded overhead like fireworks, lighting the room with an otherworldly glow. Trixie was certain the entire community of preternatural creatures could see the magick they gave off. Strangely, she wasn’t upset about it. All that mattered was the pleasure crashing over her in wave after incredible wave.

She screamed then, embracing both the orgasm and the man. In that instant, she knew her life was forever linked to his. They had a long way to go, but she knew they would always be together. It was more than simple immortality that bound them. Somehow, they were simply made for each other, and she was woman enough to acknowledge it.

When she finally came back to herself, Forrest was in the throes of his own orgasm, emptying himself into her in hot spurts. She reveled in the new sensations, and in the way he had wrapped himself around her, their bodies so close she could feel his heart pounding in time with hers.

She whimpered, the only sound she seemed able to make. His answering grunt was her only answer. For long moments they lay together, wrapped in nothing but each other as the magickal display above them danced and glistened until it faded from the ceiling.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life,” Forrest murmured in her hair, kissing the top of her head.

“It
was
fantastic,” Trixie answered, yawning, a post-orgasmic lethargy stealing over her.

“So you agree we belong together?”

If he’d sounded anything other than vulnerable, as if her answer would determine his happiness, she’d probably have pushed away, brushing off the fantastic lovemaking and hurrying off to her den to mourn the loss of a male she was no match for. But in that instant, when she looked into his eyes and saw the proud warlock anxiously awaiting her response, all she could do was sigh and breathe, “Yes, Forrest. We do.” She stilled him with the palm of her hand against the center of his chest when he would have pulled her closer to kiss her. “But understand we still have things to work out. I’m not a woman you can order around and expect to obey your every decree.”

He laughed. “Thank goodness, too. Because I have a feeling your tricks will keep me on my toes.” There was a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I love a woman who’s full of surprises.”

“That’s a good thing. Because if you show me the tricks, I’ll give you the treat.”

When he laughed, Trixie smiled. Perhaps she could have her warlock and eat him too...