Everlasting Bad Boys (19 page)

Made her moan.

His fingers—she
loved
those clever fingers—parted the folds between her legs. His thumb pressed over her clit, and Serena nearly came off the bed.

“Easy…” A dark rumble.

But she didn’t want it easy. Not with him. Hard, fast,
wild
—that was how she wanted it.

And how she would take it.

Her nails dug into his back. Her thighs lifted and wrapped around his hips. “Hard.” The demand snapped from her mouth.

His head jerked up. His mouth was wet, glistening, his lips parted.

She scored her nails down his back. Pressed her hands into Luis’s taut ass. “
Wild.
”

His face hardened. “Then that’s what I’ll give you…”

The fingers that had caressed her sex stilled.

A wave of anticipation had her trembling.

Luis pulled back, dislodging her legs, and he brought his left hand up and curled the fingers over her thigh. When his gaze dropped to her sex, she knew what he was going to do.

And she couldn’t wait.

His shoulders pushed between her legs. His breath fanned over the dark curls that shielded her feminine core.

Then he drove two fingers deep into her creamy opening.

Every muscle in her body stiffened.

She opened her mouth to cry out, but the sound broke on her lips when Luis pressed his mouth against her. He locked his open lips over her clit. His tongue teased, tasted.

Drove her
wild.

His fingers thrust, moving in a fast rhythm. First just the two, then a third large finger lodged inside of her.

He licked her, swirling his tongue over the straining button of her desire, then lapping up the moisture that pooled between her legs as the lust grew and grew.

Serena felt the edge of his teeth, a light graze that had her freezing, then all but whimpering with pleasure when his tongue licked between her folds.

Her heart thudded in her ears and sweat slickened her body. The sunlight trickled through her blinds, and she watched Luis, unable to look away from the sight of his dark head between her thighs.

Her sex squeezed around him, clenching tight with every thrust of his hand. Her nipples stabbed into the air, her thighs trembled, and the promise of release beckoned, just seconds away.

“
Luis
.” He was driving her crazy. And damn him, he was holding the control. Every single bit of control.

Time to break that control, time to—

His fingers withdrew—shit, just when she was close—then he drove his tongue inside of her.

The mounting tension erupted. Serena squeezed her eyes shut and her head jerked back as the powerful spasms shook her.

Pleasure was power
.

A secret every succubus and incubus knew.

And one that the witches used for their own gain.

Her eyes flashed open, and her lips parted on a sigh of satisfaction.

The magic of the release filled her body and as her sex clenched in powerful contractions, Luis moved. Rose above her. Pushed the head of his cock against her opening.

“Time to get wild, witch.”

He slammed into her, the force of his thrust strong enough to send the bed sliding back against the wall.

More than ready for him, Serena arched her hips and whispered his name.

His cock filled every inch of her sex and stretched muscles gone sensitive from her climax. He was big, thicker than she’d thought, and he felt
amazing.

Once again, her legs clamped around his hips. As he began to move, rocking harder, driving deeper, she held on as fiercely as she could.

And enjoyed the ride.

Their mouths met. Tongues thrust as hips jerked. Breaths panted. Their hearts raced. The spiral of lust built,
built.

His hands fondled her breasts. Teased the nipples and had her squirming beneath him.

When he rose, pulling that delicious cock nearly out of her, her head lifted. Her fingers traced his nipples, then she licked him, loving the slightly salty taste of his skin.

They rolled, twisting and turning as they fought for release. For a pleasure that was just out of their grasp.

Serena settled on top of him, legs on either side of his hips, sex clamped around his cock, feeling every inch of his arousal pulse inside of her.

His hands were on her hips. Holding too tightly, but she didn’t care.

She squeezed him, clamping down hard on his erection. Then releasing her muscles with a hiss of pleasure.

His teeth ground together.

Another slow squeeze.

Now she had the control.

“Witch.” Gritted. An accusation.

One she’d never deny.

Bending over him, she licked his nipples, drawing out the slow movements of her tongue, then glancing up at Luis from beneath her lashes.

His eyes glittered.

In the next second, she was on her back again. Her legs splayed over his shoulders and he thrust fast, hard, and she was—

Exploding. A white-hot pulse of release ripped through her as Serena climaxed. Her whole body shuddered beneath him and the cry that burst from her lips seemed to echo in the room.

Lights danced before her eyes. Magic.

Pleasure.

Still, he thrust. Deeper.

The bed was a mess. Sweat coated their bodies.

Flesh to flesh. Sex to sex.

He swelled within her. Another wild inch, so thick now that the friction of his thrusts sent a stab of pleasure through her with each move of his body as aftershocks reverberated in her core.

“
Serena.
” He drove deep. Froze. His gaze caught hers. For an instant, the molten gold of his eyes faded to pitch black.

Demon eyes.

The hot jet of his release filled her.

The air in the room heated, brushed against her skin.

Pleasure is power.
For the hunter, as well as the witch.

He shuddered against her, held tight in the grip of his own climax. Her arms wrapped around him, and she clung to his stiffened muscles.

When the pleasure finally eased for them and their heartbeats began to slow, Serena stayed just where she was.

Right before she drifted to sleep, she could have sworn that their hearts were beating in perfect tune.

As if they were one.

Her aunt was in the middle of the circle of protection.

But the circle hadn’t protected her.

Jayme Michaels lay on the ground, her long, curling black hair cascading around her face.

Serena ran to her, fear shaking her from the inside out.

No, no, not Aunt Jay. She was the strongest witch Serena had ever met. No one could harm her, not human, not Other.

Whoever was after Aunt Jay’s coven, they wouldn’t get to her, they couldn’t have—

Her aunt’s head was twisted. Her neck broken.

Her eyes were open. Her lips parted in surprise.

Serena skidded to a stop just outside of the sacred circle.

No, no, this wasn’t right.

Not her aunt, not—

Serena awoke, jerking straight up in bed. Sunlight hit her hard in the face, and she turned away—

Only to have her gaze land on Luis’s sleeping face.

The sight of him wiped away the fog from her dream.

No, not a dream.
Nightmare
.

She sucked in a deep breath. Her aunt hadn’t looked like a broken doll when Serena had found her body.

The fire had already gotten to her and destroyed her beauty by then.

Another deep breath.

The dream had come because of the body they’d found—she knew it. Pleasure had only been able to push aside the darkness for so long.

Her hand reached for Luis. Hesitated.

His task was to stop the one after her. He would kill the warlock.

But she would not be useless in this battle.

As she’d been in the fight to save Aunt Jay.

Her fingers curled into a fist.

Her powers wouldn’t return full force until the binding was removed, and that blessed event wouldn’t happen until the warlock drew his last breath. Death—either the bound victim’s or the spell caster’s—was the only way to remove a dark binding.

Fortunately, she wasn’t completely without magic—thanks in part to the furious pleasure she’d taken from Luis.

She would not be helpless.

Luis would destroy the warlock.

It would be up to
her
to find him.

Serena eased from the bed. Grabbed a light silk robe and belted it across her waist. The day was vanishing; already the clock told her it was long past noon.

Night would hold dangers, perhaps another binding.

The dark ones were always stronger at night.

Time for her to hunt
now
.

Carefully, she crept across the room, not wanting to risk waking Luis. He wouldn’t like what she planned to do with the vestiges of her magic, but that was just too bad.

Her power, her life.

The door closed behind her with a soft click.

Luis waited a moment. Listened to the faint footfalls as Serena disappeared down the hallway.

Then his eyes opened.

He drew in the scent of woman and sex.

His cock was already erect. Just from the lingering traces of her sweet fragrance in the air.

What mischief was his dangerous little witch up to now?

He’d give her a few minutes, then he’d find out exactly what spells she was crafting so secretly.

Serena should have realized that after their mating, there would be no more secrets.

The soul-hunter had found the perfect soul that he wanted to take.

And she was just down the hallway.

S
erena placed the items she and Luis had taken from the antique store in the middle of her living room. She’d pushed the furniture back moments before, the better to work.

Her fingers were steady as she positioned the candles around the witches’ possessions. North. East. South. West. She lit them with a wave of her hand.

She’d sat her scrying mirror down near the sofa. She picked it up, aware, as always, of the icy feel of the mirror in her hands.

Serena walked back toward the candles. Put the mirror at her feet. She drew in a deep breath, raised her hands high above her head in the goddess position, and began her spell.

“
Show me the one who used his spell,

To bind the witches I know too well.

Show me the man—show me the one

Whose magic I seek to have undone.

As I will,

So mote it be.”

A simple spell. One that she wasn’t certain would work. But the warlock had made a mistake. He’d worked magic on the items before her, and the dark magic left a faint taint. A touch of darkness.

A touch that would reflect him,
if her spell worked.

The candles flickered around her.

Serena’s glance fell to the mirror. She watched as the surface darkened, as if black clouds were sweeping over the face of the mirror. Then moving faster, faster as the wind blew.

Air brushed over her face. Sent the edges of her robe flapping back.

Her body trembled as she poured her magic into the spell, forcing the image to sharpen.

She wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

Show me the one I seek.

The clouds thickened in the mirror. Pressed closer. Slowly began to form the face of a man.

Blue eyes stared up at her. Clear and sparkling. Dimples winked at her from the sides of his curving mouth. His blond hair blew, as if he, too, felt the breeze stirring in the closed room.

Dammit. Why did evil always seem to hide behind a pretty face these days?

“Got you, bastard.” Luis’s voice growled from right behind her.

“Not yet,” Serena muttered, memorizing that face. She’d never forget him. “But we will.”

The candle flames died. Serena’s arms dropped to her sides. Her gaze was still on the mirror and on the man who laughed up at her.

Luis’s hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her tightly against him.

The grinning warlock slowly vanished.

Asshole
,
we’re coming for you.

“He has more, you know.” Luis picked up the tattered cloth that Serena had assured him several times was actually a swatch of Susan’s quilt. “He wouldn’t have left everything behind. If he had—”

“He wouldn’t have been able to put the second bind on any more of the coven, I know.” Serena ran an agitated hand through her curling locks. Damn, but he loved her hair. The wild curls. The soft, silky feel of the tresses under his fingers.

“Vanessa and Susan were both hit by the jerk this morning. So he
has
to have more of a stash.” She jerked on her shoes. She’d dressed moments before, though he rather wished she’d just stayed in that silky blue robe. He liked the way it exposed the tempting swell of her breasts.

Serena had been practically pulsing with rage since her spell. “The bastard’s out there. You saw him—he’s out there,
laughing
at us.”

Because he mistakenly thought he held the power.
Fool
. “We’re just waiting for the night, Serena.”

She slanted him a frowning stare. “Why? Isn’t that supposed to be
his
time?”

Her shirt had lifted when she started running her fingers through the hair that
he
wanted to touch, and Luis had to fight to hold her stare and not let his gaze drop to that glittering belly of hers.

“Luis? Are we just going to be some kind of damn sitting ducks for this psycho?”

“No.” He crossed his arms over his chest. Hell, who did the lady think she was dealing with here? An amateur? “The night is
my
time, Serena. Mine more than any other being you’ll ever meet.” Vampires might have mistakenly thought they ruled. Demons could skulk in the shadows all they wanted, but
he
was the one who drew power with the setting of the sun.

Soon it would be time to use that power.

Her eyes sharpened with interest and her hand dropped. “What’s our plan?”

Our.
Well, she had summoned him, and he’d given his word that she could hunt.

But that had been before he’d learned what pain sounded like on her lips.

“We have two options, sweetheart.”

Her foot tapped.

“As soon as night falls and the demons and vamps crawl out to stalk the city,
we
stalk them.” It would be easy enough to catch the stench of the vampires—most of ’em smelled like decay and rot. As for the demons, well, being part demon meant he could stare right through the veil of glamour that cloaked the majority of his kind. And he’d be able to smell ’em, too.

“And, uh, when we catch them?” She looked
and
sounded hesitant.

Probably because, unlike him, she didn’t spend the better part of her nights stalking the psychotic demons most wanted to pretend didn’t exist.

But it never seemed to matter how many of the assholes he stopped. There were always more out there.

And Serena—she was proof of just how damn little good he could really do in this shit screwed world. If she hadn’t summoned him, he would have stayed in Mexico, finished his drink, had his fuck, then gone off to hunt the level-nine demon who’d been spotted in the area—the one who’d made a recent habit of hurting humans.

While he was hunting that bastard, Serena would have died.
Serena would have died
.

There just weren’t enough hunters in the world any more. Too few to begin with. Too few left after the strongest, sickest paranormals had targeted his kind decades ago.

Maybe it was time for new blood.

His gaze caught Serena’s.

“What do we do when we find the vamps?” Her nose wrinkled. “I hate the way those bloodsuckers are always staring at my neck.”

Yeah, he could understand that. Luis made a mental note to give serious pain to any vamps unlucky enough to be caught ogling Serena’s gorgeous neck.

He cleared his throat. “When we find ’em, we make ’em talk. A warlock strong enough to bind an entire coven—he’ll be known by someone.”
Something.

They just had to look in the right place.

Or, in this case, the wrong one.

The wrong side of town. The dangerous side. The side most humans inherently knew to stay away from when the sun set.

A deer could sometimes sense a hunter.

Luis had learned in his lifetime that humans could all too often sense the
Other
that would prey on them.

Not that the sensing usually did much good for them.

“Make ’em talk,” she repeated slowly. Her head tilted, the curls danced. “Are we going to have hurt someone?” Not particularly concerned.

Because she’d been hurt.

“Maybe a little,” he allowed.
A lot.
But he’d be the one doing the hurting. Serena would keep her lily-white hands clean.

She nibbled on her lips. Fuck. Did the woman not understand just how badly he
still
wanted her?

Her tongue swiped out.

His cock jerked.

Business.

Well, business
should
come first. But there were several more hours until dusk…

“What’s our second option?” Serena asked.

The lust cleared a bit. He didn’t like option two. Not a damn bit. “We wait for the third bind. Let the bastard think that he’s broken your coven, and when he comes…” He shrugged, tried to look careless when he was starting to care too much, too quickly.
The way my father had fallen.
“I’ll be waiting for him.”

She backed up a step, and her shoulders hit the wall. “You—you mean you’d use me as bait.”

Not the choice he wanted, but, if they couldn’t track down that blond warlock, it might be their only option. “I wouldn’t let him get to you, Serena.” A promise.

“I’d be a sitting duck!” She shook her head frantically. “One more bind on me, and I’m—I’m—”

“Human.” Or as close as a woman like her would ever come to that fate.

“Yes, dammit! And we both know that if a bound witch dies while her powers are locked up inside of her—”

The witch’s killer took her powers at the moment of passing. “I wouldn’t let him get to you,” he repeated.

Serena didn’t look particularly convinced and her doubt—it pissed him off.

Luis stalked toward her. She was already trapped against the wall. She’d trapped herself, so it wasn’t like there was room for the witch to run. He crowded her deliberately, though, brushing his body close against hers. His arms rose, caged her, as his hands pressed against the white wall behind her head. “Do you trust me, witch?”

She’d let him into that tempting body of hers just hours before. Let him take her with the hot passion that still burned him.

And made him ache for her.

Serena hesitated.

A ball of anger unfurled in his gut. It was the answer he should have expected, but—

He wanted her trust.

As much as he wanted her.

His head lowered over hers. “Do you trust me?” he repeated as he caught her scent, inhaling deeply.

“I-I don’t know.”
Truth.

The anger flared brighter. “So you trust me enough to fuck, huh, sweetheart? But you don’t trust me with your life—is that the way this game works?” Damn, was it because of his mother? Because he’d failed before, did Serena not think that he could keep her safe? “I’m not gonna leave your side, witch—I won’t leave you like I left her.” He’d been on a hunt. Going after a djinn who’d slaughtered half a village. He hadn’t realized his mother was in any danger. He’d thought she was safe and—

“Luis, no, I didn’t mean—”

“Forget it, sweetheart.” He shoved the memories of his past away and focused only on her. “Know this—I
will
keep you safe, whether you trust me or not. I’ll protect you
and
do my damn job of eliminating the warlock.”

“Luis,
I’m
the one who summoned you, remember? That means—”

“Jackshit.”

Green eyes narrowed and tension tightened her body.

“You summoned me because you wanted a guard dog, and that’s what you got, Serena. A fucking killer dog who would take anyone and everyone down before they had a chance to hurt you.” He meant it. No one was going to sacrifice his witch.

No one.

Her lips parted and, hell, a man could only take so much temptation.

His mouth crushed hers, taking her.
Good enough to fuck.
Well, if that was the case, then he’d just go ahead and take his pleasure with her.

She was wearing a skirt now. A short, black skirt that teased the tops of her thighs and made his cock pulse with arousal.

Luis drove his tongue into her mouth and pushed his left hand between her spread thighs.

Her gasp was swallowed by his mouth.

She twisted, pushing against him, and her tight nipples stabbed into his chest.

The witch wanted him. He’d caught the scent of her arousal even when she’d glared at him with sparks of anger in her green eyes.

When he touched the crotch of her soft cotton panties, his fingers felt her wet heat.

No preliminaries this time.

He was pissed with her for doubting him. With the blond asshole who was hunting her.

And he was hungry—for her. Her body. Her damn soul.

It was his nature to hunt. To take.

He wanted to take her more than he’d ever wanted anything in all of his centuries.

Serena’s hands were on his shoulders. Not pushing away, pulling him closer, and her mouth was wide and hungry on his.

Trust me enough to fuck.

The growl in his throat sounded just as he ripped her panties away.

“Luis!” She jerked her head back, gazed up at him with eyes gone dark with need.

Her folds were slick and swollen, heavy with the same lust that hardened his cock. He pushed his finger into her tight opening, loving the feel of her clenching sex around him.

She’d feel even better around his cock.

“Not here, we can—”

“
Here.”
They were in the middle of her kitchen, and her blinds were up, windows wide open.

He didn’t really care.

His fingers retreated, drove deep once more, and her head tipped back against the wall on a hard sigh.

Then she started to ride his hand.

A flush rose up in the open vee of her shirt. Darkened her neck. Stained those glass-sharp cheeks.

Gorgeous.

Her breath quickened as he watched her. Her movements jerked faster.

Sexy witch.
Sensual as a succubus.

His.

He drew his fingers away from her, and had to bite back a fierce smile of pleasure when she shook her head in protest.

Her eyes were on him as he lifted his fingers to his lips and tasted her. A long, slow lick.

She swallowed.

“Later, I’m gonna have more of you, sweetheart.”
Later,
she’d be spread beneath him again and he’d lick her until he’d had his fill of her rich cream.

But for now…

His hand dropped to the front of his jeans. He popped open the button, eased down the zipper, and pulled out the cock that was twitching for the feel of her hot, tight sex.

“Put your hands on me,” he ordered and his voice came out like a snarl. No help for that. He was living in a red haze of hunger right then.

All for her.

Her hands slid down his body, soft as a butterfly. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around his arousal.

Serena squeezed him, then pumped his straining flesh with a long stroke, from root to head.

Again.