Authors: Stacie Simpson
With both the top contestants
out of the running, the crowd watched the remaining two competitors with bated
breath. The intricacies of the maze had kept the prey retracing his steps for
most of the match as he backed out of one dead end after another. As a result,
his scent was most likely everywhere, making it even more difficult to track
him.
Seamus came to a Y in the
tunnels and paused. After evaluating both options he chose the right tunnel,
never realizing that he was only going back the way he’d come. The tunnel
entrance turned out to be a hidden portal that opened behind the spot where
Seamus had just been standing.
At the other end of the maze,
Noah was moving right along, methodically searching each and every tunnel for
the stealthy chameleon. He came close to a few traps, but always backed off
right before they were sprung.
After his fifth near miss
Renee asked, “Can he see those traps, or is he just getting extremely lucky?”
“What traps are you talking
about Renee?” Angela asked, peering closer at Noah and the maze.
“The ones he’s been avoiding.
Like that pit he just skirted without even pausing.” She pointed directly at a
black hole spell that would have taken Noah the rest of the match to escape.
“They can’t see the traps
Renee, and I honestly don’t think Noah can either,” I informed her. “Though
perhaps he can sense the magic enough to know there’s something there he should
avoid.”
Her eyes flashed to mine
before she looked back down at the maze and the numerous spells yet to be
triggered. “Then how can I see them?”
“My guess would be the mating
bond. Anyone with magical abilities can sense magic, but only the strongest of
us can see the actual spells. Even then, most spells are designed to be hidden,
but most sorcerers aren’t strong enough to hide their magic from me. As my
mate, you can see what I can see.”
“Well that might come in
handy sometimes, but I think it might also be distracting when I want to enjoy
one of your shows.”
“I can teach you how to turn
it off,” I assured her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.
She snuggled closer to me and
I suddenly wished the match would end quickly. The sooner it did, the sooner
Renee and I could be naked again. The few hours we had earlier in the day
weren’t nearly enough to sate my desire for her.
Having obviously picked up on
my rising desire, her voice whispered through my mind,
“Why wait?”
Then I felt a soft hand
caress my jawline from front to back. It was warm and gentle as it slid down my
neck and chest, and then lower to my rapidly hardening shaft. There she lingered,
stoking the fire that would never be fully extinguished. I closed my eyes for a
second, enjoying the teasing way she stroked my cock. It felt damn good even if
it was only in my mind.
Renee continued her slow
torture as Noah and Seamus drew closer and closer to their prey. I considered
leaving early a few times, but then I decided waiting would be so much more
fun. Waiting allowed me time to play; time to make sure she was hot and wet
when I finally plunged into that sweet spot between her thighs.
Slipping into her mind, I
imagined my fingers teasing her clit with slow circles. Desire flared through
the bond, but outwardly she hid her reaction well. Taking it to the next level,
I imagined sliding my fingers inside her tight sheath, caressing the sensitive
tissue until she was squirming in her seat. Of course then she had to ramp up
her efforts, changing the slow tortuous motion of her hand to a more
determined, purposeful rhythm.
We kept the game going as the
match below grew closer to an end. The chameleon demon was all but cornered.
His only chance of escape was to sneak past the two competitors without being
noticed. Noah and Seamus were coming at him from opposite sides with their
noses to the ground so to speak. Neither one of them was likely to let the
chameleon slip by unnoticed.
Noah and Seamus entered a
large chamber at the same time, snarling ferociously when they came face to
face. I was sure they could both smell the demon hiding against the far wall,
but there was no way either one of them was going to let the other near him.
Seamus growled at Noah,
trying to warn him away. He probably thought Noah would scare easily since he
was so new to our world, but Noah wasn’t about to back down. He charged towards
the wolf shifter with his inner bear roaring. When he slipped on the ice, his
claws slid out, breaking through his boots to give him better traction. By the
time he reached Seamus, his hands, feet and jaw had been transformed into those
of his bear.
It was really quite
remarkable that he had that kind of control only a few months after being
changed over. The strength and control of his mate had apparently helped him
come a long way in a very short period of time.
Noah swiped his razor sharp
claws across the wolf shifter’s chest. Seamus came right back at him, ignoring
the blood pouring from his wounds as he slammed into the angry bear. The two
fighters went down in a tangle of arms and legs, fur sprouting, claws ripping,
teeth shredding.
As their battle raged, the
chameleon crept along the wall, clearly hoping to evade their detection. When
he was only a few feet from the exit, Noah roared loud enough to shake the
entire stadium. The stealthy demon finally came out of hiding and took off into
one of the tunnels.
Noah flipped Seamus over his
shoulder and rushed to follow the prey, but Seamus wasn’t having any part of
that. He landed a kick between Noah’s shoulder blades and the bear went
sprawling face first into the snow and ice. Seamus moved to finish Noah off,
but the bear was suddenly on his feet with his claws buried in the wolf’s gut.
Noah pulled his arm back and Seamus went down and stayed down. His insides
spilled onto the cold ground as Noah took off in pursuit of the chameleon
demon.
Several twists and turns
later Noah finally caught up to his quarry. The two faced off but the demon was
no match for the enraged bear shifter. The chameleon was slammed into one wall
and then the next until his head lolled to the side, and his body hung limp as
a rag doll. With a thunderous roar, Noah snapped his jaws and bit through the
demon’s neck, severing his head from his body and winning the round.
The crowd cheered for the
young bear but I was already reaching for Renee. I knew it wasn’t her hand on
my cock, but the relentless friction perceived by my pleasure sensors couldn’t
tell the difference. My dick was standing straight up, hard as granite. Add in
the blood and violence and I was ready for a good, hard, fuck.
Renee was panting when I
shoved her through the portal. Her need vibrated through the bond, chipping
away at the last of my control. She gasped when we came out on the other side,
her eyes wide as she took in our location. “Why here?”
I kicked the chair away from
the desk. “Because I have always wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you
senseless.”
Desire surged through the
bond like a seismic wave after an earthquake. My mouth was on hers, hard,
demanding. She clutched at me, nails scraping. Too many clothes. I wrapped a
portal around our clothes and they disappeared. Everything except for Renee’s
knee-high boots. She’d need the added height of the four-inch heels for what I
had in mind.
She gasped at the sudden loss
of clothes but I didn’t give her time to ask how it happened. I spun her
around, pressed her upper body down onto the desk and claimed what was mine.
How many times had I imagined pounding into Renee right here; just like this?
Hundreds, maybe thousands of times, and none of them even came close to this.
My fingers digging into her
hips; my loins slapping against her ass. Her arms scattering my papers across
the top of my desk; her hands grasping for something to hold on to. All of that
was better than I ever dreamed possible, but it was her screams that really did
it for me.
Renee usually held something
back. Very rarely did she let go completely. So when she screamed, “God yes,
fuck me Solomon!” I couldn’t stop it. My orgasm rolled over me and I pounded
into her dripping wet heat, hard and deep until she came screaming over the
edge with me.
When it was over, I yanked
her head up with a handful of hair and kissed her long and deep. I was still
hard, and we didn’t have to be at the club for at least another hour. An hour
wasn’t much time, but it was long enough to make Renee scream again.
And maybe a few more ti
mes after that...
~ Renee ~
“Are you ready to party?!”
Solomon asked and the crowd responded with cheers and yet another round of
enthusiastic applause.
I was standing front and
center enjoying the show along with the rest of his groupies, and for a change,
I fit right in. I was wearing a sexy black mini dress that was more of a
halter-top connected to a miniskirt with a couple of large metal rings and a
few scraps of material. It left my back, shoulders, arms, and most of my
midriff bare - my legs too, except for an inch or two at the top of my thighs.
The noise died down again and
Solomon began, “I’m sure you’re all wondering why Supernova appears to be
unchanged, even though that is the point of the evening - for the dance club to
be transformed into something uniquely entertaining. Well I thought about that
and decided everyone has their own opinion about what is uniquely entertaining
and what is not. Therefore, I’m leaving the transformations up to all of you.”
Murmurs ran through the crowd
as everyone wondered what Solomon was talking about.
“I can see that some of you
doubt me already, but think of it like karaoke - on steroids, and don’t worry
about whether you can sing or dance - that’s why it’s called magic. Trust me;
this is going to be a night you will never forget.”
Now the murmurs were joined
by shaking heads, but Solomon just smiled wide and held his hand out to me. I
wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I did trust him, so I climbed the stairs
and joined him onstage facing the crowd. Some of the women gave me dirty looks,
but I figured that was something I’d just have to get used to.
Solomon turned towards me but
spoke loud enough for the crowd to hear. “I think I know the answer, but just
in case I’m wrong I’ll ask the question. What is your favorite movie dance
scene?”
“The scene in
Pulp Fiction
where Mia and Vincent do the twist in Jack Rabbit Slim’s.”
He smiled at me and nodded.
“I want you to close your eyes and think about that scene. Try to remember as
many details as you can.”
I did as he asked, picturing
Uma Thurman with short black hair, wearing a white shirt and black pants. She
was barefoot on stage while she danced with John Travolta in his black suit and
socks to Chuck Barry’s
You Never Can Tell
.
I heard several gasps from
the audience and opened my eyes. I was now dressed exactly like Mia Wallace and
Solomon was standing in for Vincent Vega. The rest of Supernova had been
transformed to look astonishingly close to Jack Rabbit Slim’s. I let out a
delighted squeal and covered my mouth with both hands.
Solomon laughed and told me,
“Keep concentrating and start dancing.”
I pictured the movie in my
mind and the next thing I knew we were doing the twist to the same music Mia
and Vincent danced to in the movie. The crowd went crazy and before you knew
it, everyone was dancing and having a good time.
When we hopped off the
stage, Scarlett dragged Noah up there before the music even faded. She closed
her eyes for a moment and then the carnival scene from the end of
Grease
began playing out before my eyes. Noah seemed a little reluctant at first, but
then the spell took over and he was singing and dancing as if he’d been born to
perform.
Hours later, we were slow
dancing to
Wild Horses
by the Sundays. Rook and Angela were up on stage
doing a very good impersonation of Sarah Michelle Gellar and David Boreanaz at
Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s prom.
“This was a really good
idea,” I told Solomon, linking my fingers behind his neck. “I mean look; you
even got Rook up on stage.”
“I’m glad everyone is
enjoying themselves.”
His eyes shone bright with
happiness and I felt his love for me flowing through the bond. It was like that
warm, fuzzy feeling you get after waking from a good dream, but this feeling
would never fade. He would always be with me, warming my soul.
“Can you feel it Solomon?” I
asked him, wondering if he could feel my love for him as well.
He knew what I meant of
course and smiled. “Your love is like a warm fire on a cold winter night. It
draws me in and comforts me with its soothing warmth.”
My heart swelled with my love
for this man, for my other half, for my mate. “Kiss me Solomon.”
He lowered his head down to
mine, and when our lips met, we kissed, long and slow, with lingering tongues
and satisfied sighs. The future never looked brighter than it did when Solomon
held me in his arms.
The music changed to a
slinky, sexy tune and our swaying movements gradually became a mutual grinding
of hips. Solomon trailed his fingertips down my spine, light and teasing. Then
his lips moved to my neck and I let my head fall to the side, enjoying the
tingles and goose bumps that spread over my flesh. I loved the way his mouth
felt on my body, the way he nipped at my ears and the way his fangs grazed the
side of my throat.
My fingers found their way
into his hair, winding through the silken strands, holding on as his mouth
worked its magic awakening my senses. It seemed like only moments had passed
since we left his office, but already I craved more of him.
His rough hands slid slowly
down my sides, pulling me closer as they came to rest on my hips. We danced a
while longer with our bodies molded together and my nipples rubbing against his
sculpted chest. The friction caused the most exquisite sensations that
tightened the taut peaks almost to the point of pain. The slow, grinding of his
arousal against my belly was a tantalizing prelude to the pleasure that awaited
us.
How much longer would we
allow these clothes to come between us? I knew Solomon would have no problem
shedding some clothes right here on the dance floor, but how far was I willing
to go? Could I accept him for who he was and embrace his lifestyle as my own?
With his warm body pressed against mine, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted
more.
I let my hands roam a
little, smoothing over his shoulders and down his arms, then back up again and
over the hard muscles of his chest. He followed my lead, sliding his strong
hands up my back, and then down over the curve of my ass. There he kneaded and
massaged, toying with the hemline of my dress like a temptation he couldn’t
quite resist.
His mouth came back to mine,
more insistent now. Need growing between us like a living thing. His fingers
traced the hemline of my dress, teasing my upper thigh. Back and forth... Back
and forth... Every slow pass made my womb clench with anticipation.
How far would he go? Could he
feel how badly I wanted this?
I started dancing backwards,
pulling him with me as we left the dance flood behind. Once we were in a dark
corner, I reached for his pants and he lifted his head to look into my eyes.
“This is a bit more public
than you’re used to Renee.”
I had to give him props. Raw
lust burned through his veins, but he still wanted to be sure I was okay with
what we were about to do.
“Feel me through the bond
Solomon. I have never wanted anything more than I want this right now, right
here.”
I popped his button free and
lowered his zipper. Then I slid my hand into his pants to stroke his aroused
flesh.
His eyes closed with a groan
and he began thrusting into my hand. A moment later, his fingers scraped up the
front of my thighs to the bottom edge of my dress. Back and forth he teased me
again, giving me time to back out before he took this any further. When I
didn’t protest, his fingers dipped under the front of my dress and slid through
my slick feminine folds.
His eyes snapped wide open
and met mine.
Lightning flashed through my
body with the intimate touch but I gave him the most innocent smile I could
manage. “I thought panties would only get in the way tonight, so I left them at
home.”
His face darkened with desire
and I reached up with my free hand to grab a fistful of his hair. This time our
lips came together in a fevered rush, hot and wet, open mouths and thrusting
tongues. My hand continued stroking his iron hard shaft as his fingers teased
my clit, spreading my own wetness over the super-sensitive little nub. The
music was forgotten, the dancing too. Hell, everything but the pleasure we
could give each other was wiped from existence.
Everything narrowed down to
the tension building low in my belly, to the pleasure tightening my nerve
endings. I released my grip on his arousal and his arm wrapped around my waist
just in time to keep me on my feet. The pressure never stopped and with one
last twist of his talented fingers, he sent me spiraling out of control.
I cried out, screaming as the
orgasm tore through me with the force of a hurricane. While the waves of
pleasure were still dragging me under, Solomon hooked an arm under my leg, lifted
me up and pushed into my body with one long, hard thrust. I cried out again and
he quickly built to a steady rhythm.
His gaze captured mine and
held me prisoner while he slid into my hot, wet center again and again. Every
urgent thrust stole my breath and my sanity as unbelievable sensations had me
quivering in his arms. My nails clawed at his back, as the ecstatic moans fell
from my lips.
Solomon growled low in his
throat, and something inside of me snapped. Liquid fire poured over his shaft
and I came apart, convulsing with orgasmic pleasure as he pounded into me. His
thrusts became more and more frenzied until finally, he slammed home one more
time and I felt his cock pulsing, spilling his hot release deep inside of me.
He held me tight, surrounding
me with his love, and rested his forehead against the wall behind me while we
caught our breath.
“Well damn! I thought with
you being his mate and all that he’d take you home and treat you right. But
here you are getting fucked up against a wall just like the rest of us.”
I didn’t recognize the voice,
but it wasn’t really important who she was anyway. I was going to rip her
throat out for reminding me of all the other women who had been exactly where I
was now. My legs came down and I pushed off from the wall hard. Solomon
tightened his grip and held me in place. I struggled against his hold, but
couldn’t break free of the iron bands his arms had formed around my body.
While I continued struggling,
I heard him shout, “Get her out of here. Now!” I struggled harder but a few
seconds later he said, “She’s gone Renee.”
“You have no right to hold me
back Solomon,” I growled.
“She’s human Renee,” Solomon
informed me, and when I finally stopped struggling he continued, “She won’t
survive if you rip out her voice box, and no matter how much she might deserve
it, Rook and Angela would be seriously put out if you killed their daughter.”
I growled again, this time
out of impotent frustration. I could kill a lot of people and no one would
think twice about it, but kill the daughter of the king’s personal bodyguard
and there’d be hell to pay.
I stopped struggling and told
Solomon, “I’m done. I won’t go after her, but someone should gag that bitch
before she really pisses someone off and Rook has to set time back to save her
ass.”
He released his hold on me
and stepped back to do up his pants while I straightened my dress. “When I
heard the first word come out of her mouth I tried to stop her but I couldn’t
get a hold of her mind. I don’t know what happened. Her mind is usually very
easy to take over.”
“Maybe she’s taking after her
mother,” I suggested. “None of you could get into Angela’s mind from day one,
not even Dragon. Maybe the older Rachel gets the harder it will be for anyone
to manipulate her.”
Solomon stopped what he was
doing and stared at me with the most peculiar look on his face.
“What is it Solomon?”
He shook his head and
chuckled. “I don’t think it has anything to do with her age.”
He finished buttoning his
pants and then took my hand, leading me towards the main entrance.
“Where are you taking me,” I
asked, nearly jogging to keep up with his brisk pace.
“To see Rachel. If we hurry,
we’ll catch up to her and Grayson.”
“You just had her sent away
so that I wouldn’t kill her. Now you want to help me hunt her down?”
He chuckled again and shook
his head. “She caught you off guard before, and our emotions were running
pretty high. You won’t hurt her now.”
“I might think about it if
she runs her mouth.”
“But you won’t,” he insisted,
smiling down at me.
I rolled my eyes and tried to
keep up. The sooner we caught up to Rachel and Grayson, the sooner Solomon
would explain why we needed to find them to begin with.
When we finally tracked them
down, Rachel was braced against a tree with her legs wrapped around Grayson’s
waist. Going by the looks of things, they had just finished up. Rachel didn’t
seem to hear our approach, but Grayson called over his shoulder, “We’ll be
right there.”
“What...” Rachel peeked
around Grayson’s broad shoulders and I wiggled my fingers at her in a little
wave. Her eyes flashed hot and angry. “What the hell do you two want?”