Witch Interrupted (21 page)

Like what? He’d make her memorize the quadratic formula? As short as she was, Katie had to reach high, above his head. Her fingers gripped the cold, metal edge of the cubicle.

He retrieved the soap from the narrow holder. Lathering his hands this time, he rubbed her hips. Could he stay scientific? She held her breath as he eased two broad palms down her thighs. When he curved between her legs and up, his fingertips discovered her pussy. The air gusted out of her in a hum.

“This part needs extra attention,” he whispered. With one hand washing her, flirting with her clit, he held the soap behind her and slid it between her ass cheeks. Up and down he washed her, jiggling and rubbing. Toward her pussy and back again. Katie couldn’t tell which hand was more talented as sensations trapped her in place. The smooth end of the soap paused at her anus. Wiggled. Explored. What did he…

He pinched her clit and pushed the soap. Katie’s knees nearly quit working. “Marcus, let’s go to bed.”

The soap thunked to the floor. “Sixty seconds.”

Despite a great reason to hurry, he rinsed her slowly. He cupped a hand between her legs, sluicing away suds. His thorough cleansing made her want to writhe. Madness whispered at her to jump him and force the issue, as he kept threatening to do. She was the alpha here, not him. When he finally unhooked her hands from the shower rim and let her face him, he flicked off the water and proceeded to nonchalantly soap himself—and his big, hard cock—as if his eyes weren’t as pale as an opal.

As if he were in complete control of his scientific process.

As if he weren’t thinking of pitching his stages and charts and fucking her right here against the flimsy shower wall.

How could he be so aroused and so calm at the same time? She watched his hands on his body, admiring his taut abs and the hollows of his hips. As she stood there, he took his cock in one soapy fist and pumped it. Four times. Five. He muttered something and exhaled.

His cock grew larger as he masturbated.
Oh, Goddess.
That was a show. She wanted him. Her pussy throbbed for him. He could help her forget everything. But as soon as she reached for him, he stopped.

“No.” He turned the water on and rinsed.

“Don’t you need to be stimulated too?”

“Stop asking questions.” He splashed the now-cool water on them both, and she shivered. “It will ruin the surprise.”

He twisted off the water one final time. Droplets had splashed all over the tiny bathroom. He stepped out backward, grabbed her arms and hoisted her out of the stall. After he set her on the Airstream’s dry floor, he gazed down at her for a long moment.

She tried to eel out of his grasp, but he held her without effort. She swallowed nervously. “What are you staring at?”

“You.” With a quick tug, he slung her over his shoulder as he had when he’d kidnapped her. The resemblance ended there. For one, they were naked. For another, his hand splayed across her ass possessively.

Blood rushed to her head. Warning bells sounded in her brain. “Is this necessary? The mattress is ten feet away.”

“Yep.” He stalked through the trailer. Pausing at the bed, he ran a thumb between her ass cheeks all the way to her clit, twiddling her, testing.

“Come on, I’m getting dizzy.” She pushed against his back, trying to squirm off his shoulder.

His hand trailed from cheek to cheek as he rubbed, massaged and probed her. Her squirming increased as she became more aroused. His cheek, his lips, brushed her hip.

As a subtle encouragement to put her the hell down, she kneed him in the ribs. He reciprocated with a smack on her ass, a swift, unexpected pain.

Katie squealed out a protest. “Cut it out! I told you, I’m not a masochist.”

“I don’t think I’m a sadist, but…” He did it again, his palm landing at the soft juncture of her legs. The sound of flesh against flesh was loud in the quiet room. She drew a breath to curse him. Another stinging blow sucked it out of her lungs. The third and fourth blows grew louder, harder, the pain lingering.

“I rather like this,” he concluded, his voice a growl. “I think you do too.”

His angle wasn’t the greatest, with her over his shoulder. She couldn’t tell how much of his enhanced strength was involved, but it definitely hurt. She chopped and punched him in the back every time he struck her, but her angle was ineffective too. His shoulder in her gut made thrashing and breathing a challenge.

Between gulps of pain, Katie regulated her airflow enough to share her horrible opinion of his actions. Since one of his arms trapped her at the knees like an iron band, she couldn’t cause anywhere near as much damage as she wanted.

She couldn’t free herself. She was completely at his mercy. No rescue, no escape.

She could fight all she wanted, and he’d still fuck her.

“I don’t care if you like it,” she said, trying to ignore the thrill that went through her. “You’re a—”

Katie whooped, startled, as she sailed through the air. Her stinging ass hit the bed. When she lashed out at Marcus, she wasn’t holding back anymore—and it didn’t matter. He jumped her, trapping her arms. In another second, her wrists were handcuffed above her head.

Her backside twinged as it pressed the mattress. Her ego twinged the same way.

“These seem secure.” He rattled the cuffs. His body loomed over hers, big and bossy. “Now, where were we?”

“Nowhere.” She twisted and kicked to hide her titillation. “Let me go right this instant. I did not sign up for this.” Though if she’d known what it was like, she might have.

“I appreciate you sharing your emotional response,” he said smugly, fending off a foot. “I’ll add it to the report.”

She flexed both cuffed hands, displaying her middle fingers. “Put this in your report, asshole.”

He laughed, reached down and cupped her pussy. She held her breath. One finger pressed between her folds to find her…wet. Wet and needy. “And this?”

Her face flamed. “Why are you torturing me?”

“Alphas like control.” He plucked her clit, and she nearly jolted out of her skin. “I’m taking it from you as part of the experiment. I’m taking charge.”

He rubbed her gently, long enough for her to hope he was done proving his point. His fingertips felt so good, so knowing.

“But mostly?” he said, pale eyes glittering. “I’m doing this because I want to. I liked dominating you, Katie. I liked it a lot.”

“All right, I admit it. I’m turned on.” She blushed harder. “I don’t know why.”

“You do know why.”

“I can’t believe you spanked me. Jesus.” And that it excited her.

“I can’t believe I waited this long.” His gaze feasted on her. Every inch of him gloated. “Stay.”

As if she had a choice. “If you crack out ball gags or nipple clamps, I swear I’ll kill you.”

From the side table, he grabbed the shaker for the chi spell. To her surprise, he shoved up her legs and spread her wide. His hot breath wafted across her stomach. Then he sprinkled the herbs onto her exposed flesh.

She yanked up, trying to see. “Hey! You can’t just put…that’s a delicate area. Is that safe?”

His tongue stroked her from end to end. Katie wheezed. Sensation exploded in her aching pussy. He swept around her clit, then over it, licking kava into his mouth.

“You taste incredible. Let me see your aura,” he ordered, making it sound dirty.

Since he’d paused, she managed to say, “I need to touch the components with my hands.”

Instead of freeing her, he lapped her pussy, all the nooks and crannies. Goddess, the man had a heavenly tongue. She tried to concentrate on opening herself to her magic, but the hot, wet suckle of his mouth on her clit was all she could handle.

Marcus growled softly, eating every inch of her. His fingers dented into her spread thighs. She’d never been devoured like this. When she moaned, he pushed her legs farther apart and higher. His tongue drove into her, faster and faster. She writhed as he fucked her with his mouth. His teeth scraped her clit, then his tongue, and she nearly lost it.

Katie felt the approach of an orgasm and her wolf, thrashing her with pleasure. The spell he wanted her to do—she cast it. Her aura burst into life between them like passion, and she brought him into it so he could see.

He rose up her body, his cock poised at her entrance. Intense pale eyes blazed at her with a wolfishness that aroused her even more. He looked…feral. As if he—he who had her restrained, helpless, fulfilling her dark fantasies—couldn’t control himself.

What would he do to her?

“I see the new channel.” His eyes glazed over as he stared at her aura. “Your wolf. Beautiful. What do you smell?”

“Wh…what?” She arched her hips, rubbing his cock.

“See how keen your senses are. Tell me anything that surprises you.” He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, his teeth sharp.

She inhaled. Her body, her cream. Soap from the shower. Marcus’s skin, a whiff of cinnamony kava. Laundry detergent. Sex. His tongue laved her breast. Her eyes practically rolled back in her head, it felt so good.

“Nothing.” She rubbed herself on his cock, her ankles behind his hips. When Marcus exhaled, that was when she noticed it. “Wait.” She breathed deep, letting the moment buoy her. “Peppermint.”

“Good. Your wolf is stronger now.” His eyes practically glowed with wildness.

“There’s no peppermint in a chi spell.”

He kissed her then, his tongue sliding as deep in her mouth as it had her body. She twined everything she could around him and wished he’d free her arms. She needed him closer. She needed to hold on when things got crazy. Their tongues danced. The kava and musk of her body flavored his kiss with the faint addition of peppermint.

“There’s no peppermint in a chi spell,” she repeated when he lifted his head.

He smiled. “I added some to test whether you’d sense it.” As if rewarding her, he pressed his shaft against her slit, almost entering her but not quite.

She could get used to the wolf coursing through her, heightening her senses, her emotions, her needs. “Test me more.”

He lowered an arm and caught his cock in his hand. He fit the broad, smooth head against her opening, coating himself in her wetness. When his fingers pleasured her clit, she groaned.

“Marcus,” she pleaded.

“Use your alpha,” he whispered. “Show me what you want.”

She let her wolf magic nip him. “I am. Can you tell?”

“Yes.” His cock inched into her. Goddess, it felt so right, to be under him, to be connected to him. More. She needed it all.

He bared his teeth, fighting her command. His cock seemed to swell. He promptly dragged it out. She pressured him, and he thrust into her, deeper. Harder. Her pulse leaped.

“That feels so good.” Pleasure threatened to overwhelm her concentration. He’d made such a big deal about controlling her, as though it got him off.

It had almost gotten her off.

He had his confirmation. His experiment was a success. There was no reason to use her alpha to persuade him. He could have all the control. He could do what he wanted. Couldn’t they just enjoy one another now?

The chi spell faded, and she didn’t know if he’d seen enough. She blinked uncertainly. “Marcus?”

“Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely. He was motionless between her thighs, his arms trembling, veins standing out in his neck. “Force me.”

“I don’t want to force you.” She wanted him—to want her. To just want her.

It was a horrible revelation.

“Do it anyway.” He pinched her clit, and she squealed.

Instead she shoved her power at him with a command to loosen her wrists. He was fumbling at the handcuffs before he realized what she’d done.

“Dammit, Katie.” He lurched away and glared down at her. “That’s not part of the experiment.”

She rubbed a foot up his muscular thigh.

“You already know what you need to know.” Her toes located his hard, velvety cock, and she rubbed him with her instep. “Come kiss me.”

Marcus grabbed her ankle, his fingers so tight they ground against the bones. “Use the wolf.”

She licked her lips. “I tried.”

“Not hard enough.” His eyes narrowing, he slid both palms up her body until he grasped her hips. “I think you need motivation.”

He flipped her to her stomach, the canvas strap that secured the handcuffs twisting with her. With a single hand, he held her down while he rummaged in the end table. Katie struggled to see what he was doing. The spanking and the cuffs had been educational, but she wasn’t sure how deep into kink she wanted to go.

Marcus emerged with a swath of fabric. He positioned it around her eyes, knotting it tight. It pulled her hair.

“Ow.” She rubbed her head against the mattress to try to dislodge the blindfold. “This isn’t necessary.”

“Take one sense away and the others will strengthen. I want you to feel every single thing I do to you.” He hoisted her hips into the air, lifting her until she was on her knees, her cheek pressed to the mattress. He kicked her legs wide. Once she was presented to him, completely vulnerable, he uttered a noise halfway between a sigh and a groan. He gripped her ass and drew the cheeks apart.

She struggled into a sustainable position, with her elbows and forearms supporting her head. “You have my cooperation. I don’t see why you have to…”

Smack!

The blow landed precisely between her legs, jolting through her pussy like electricity. Her thighs smarted like mad.

“What was that for?” Katie tried to hunker away but he trapped her in place. His hands caressed her ass, squeezing, before he struck again. Again. Again. His position behind her, their calves partly aligned, gave him significant leverage.

Spank her, would he? Arrogant wolf! She’d make him pay. She told him how much.

Marcus laughed and spanked her again. His hand stroked her ass between blows as she struggled and threatened. Every time she tried to dodge, he punished her for it.

“You’re bright pink. There’s a handprint on your ass. Mine.” He traced it on her burning skin. “I like seeing you this way.”

“Pervert.” Her breath came fast and hard. In the darkness behind the blindfold, it was harsh in her ears.