Kat the Witch had cast a spell on me.

That’s the only explanation I could think of as to why I couldn’t get her tight pussy out of my mind since we fucked one night in June.

I’d been exhausted, overworked and stressed. I’d wanted a hot shower, a glass of scotch and to sleep for a week. Then in strolled that fucking witch with her dark eyes, her plump hips that begged to be bruised and a pussy that had milked me like no other.

I didn’t like her.

I hated her.

Hated the way her lips pursed when she glared at me when I made any suggestion at all about a mission.

Hated the way she blushed when the latest in a string of losers she’d been dating sent her a text message.

Hated that I still woke up hard, remembering how she had begged me to fuck her rough and dirty, just like I like it.

Now I was sitting here with Luke Turner, my boss at the Secret Archive, his wife and a few of the other agents at the yearly Christmas party, trying not to look around for Kat. She hadn’t shown up yet, and that was frustrating considering I’d only shown up to ruin her night. Maybe to get a little of her attention for once.

She gives everyone else the time of day, but not me. Not even after what happened. It’s like it was just another fuck to her…not that that’s bad. It didn’t mean anything to me either.

I’d been her partner since May and as many times as I’d sworn after every single mission that I was done with her, I still couldn’t manage to put in the transfer request.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I didn’t usually stick around long when it came to fuck buddies, much less one-night stands. I keep in touch if it’s a mutually casual thing. If not, I don’t give them a second thought.

But since Kat had put a spell on me, I couldn’t seem to put that necessary distance between us.

A spell is the only explanation for this.

I’ve never had a woman I couldn’t get out of my mind before. And the fact that it’s Kat, the most know-it-all woman with the most infuriatingly sexy voice, just makes it that much more torture.

A spell is something she would do too. Just to fuck with me. It ends tonight.

“You still with us, Zach?” asked Luke.

“The splinter of the true cross is not in Cairo,” I said, as if I’d been doing more than skimming the conversation.

“How do you know?” asked Andy, his wife.

I opened my mouth to answer when that woman’s voice cut in.

“Because I told him it wasn’t.”

Kat’s voice was young Kathleen Turner sexy, whiskey soaked with a touch of rattle that made me want to tear my ear drums out. I was powerless against it and that wouldn’t do.

I didn’t bother looking at her and didn’t move when she gave my arm a little shove. There was plenty of room on the other couch.

But Kat, determined bitch that she was, decided that the sliver of space between me and the arm of the small couch was the perfect place for her peach of an ass. Her soft curves pressed against me, the tight, dark red wrap dress with the plunging neckline and six inch black stilettos with sparkly red bows on the back made her look like a pornographic Christmas present that I wanted to open with my teeth and tie to a spanking bench until she learned some fucking manners.

“There’s a whole sitting area going on, you know,” I hissed.

“Yeah, but I like it here,” she said with a poisonous sweetness in her voice.

I growled at her, my teeth showing and her dark eyes narrowed. I suppose some might say hooded, as if it were some benign reaction. But I knew better. She wasn’t turned on, she was angry.

I took a breath in and cursed myself.

Okay, so she wasn’t only turned on.

And now my cock is getting hard.

I downed the drink in my hand and jumped up from the couch. Since this was an Archive exclusive party, I didn’t have to bother with my glamour, which was just fine with me since I hated the damn thing.

“I’m getting a drink,” I mumbled.

“Finally, a little room,” she said and stretched out where I’d been sitting, long pale legs on full display against the black upholstery.

I was frozen as an image of her splayed out on my black leather couch at home, skin glowing in the moonlight, hit me. She met my eyes, and something sharp passed between us. The same electric spark that I’d felt in that shower room months ago. The one we’d both been pretending hadn’t happened.

Her lips parted, a flush rising on her gorgeous cleavage as her eyes sparked. If I didn’t move, she was going to get up and follow me. And then…

I’ll fuck her mouth this time, paint those tits in my cum and rub it in so she smells like me all fucking night.

“I’m thirsty,” she said, “and since someone hadn’t bothered to offer to get me a drink, I’ll have to do it myself.”

“I’ll get you a drink,” said our newest addition, a young Orc who looked like a linebacker and had been panting after her since day one.

“Oh, you’re sweet, but I’m not sure what I want.”

The way he watched Kat walk away, how his eyes zeroed in on that dip of her waist before her body blossomed into wide hips, made me see red. Of course, about half a dozen others also eye fucked her as she walked across the room to the bar, including me. But that wasn’t the point. She wasn’t theirs to eye fuck.

She’s not mine either, damn it!

“She’s not fucking helpless,” I snapped at the Orc.

“Uh…I know,” he said, jaw tightening. “What’s your problem? I was just being nice.”

“Ya know what?” Andy said, trying to hide a grin. “I’m hungry, and the buffet is open. Anyone else?”

The Orc looked like he was about to say no so he could stay and fight with me, but Andy slipped her arm through his and insisted he go with her. Luke walked up to me with a nervous smile on his face.

“Look, this is probably none of my business but–“

“If you’re about to say what I think you are, it’s not.”

Luke nodded.

“Well, be that as it may, you’re my friend and I’d hate to see you let someone like Kat slip away. You two obviously like each other.”

“We don’t.”

He chuckled.

“Okay Zach, whatever you say. My point is, a woman like that isn’t going to wait around forever. You two might have something. If you get out of your own way, that’s all I’m saying.”

My eyes widened, and I was speechless as I watched him walk after his wife and the rest of the team, who gave me looks ranging from pity to confusion. Did everyone know about that night? Had Kat been running her mouth about it? I’d thought she had been tight-lipped about it, but what if she’d been gossiping with everyone this whole time? What if it was just like the last time I’d let someone in, only to find out that everyone knew what she was doing behind my back but me?

The passion I’d been ready to expel onto Kat developed a dark edge and was starting to curdle by the time I stormed up to her at the bar.

“I need to talk to you,” I said.

“And people in hell need ice water.”

“Now Kat.”

I grabbed her arm and half dragged her down a hall that I thought had led to a set of empty offices. Instead it was the lifts, one of which was standing at the ready, doors open.

Fuck it.

I pulled her in and pushed the button for the rooftop garden.

“What the fuck Zach?” she yelled. “You can’t just drag me out of a party, I’m not your–“

“Shut the hell up,” I snapped, stabbing the stop button.

She wobbled on those heels as the elevator jerked to a stop and I found myself steadying her with a hand on her elbow. She tried to yank out of my grasp, but I held on.

“What gives you the right to tell everyone about what happened in the showers?” I demanded.

Kat stared up at me in shock, her plump red mouth opened like a bow. I wondered what my cock would look like with her lipstick smeared around it and then forced myself to focus.

“I haven’t told anyone about that disgraceful incident,” she said, and then poked my chest with her finger. “Maybe they think something’s going on because you growl at anyone who comes near me.”

“I don’t, I’m just growling at you.”

I leaned toward her, and Kat took a step back.

“Oh really? Is that why Marcus asked me yesterday if we were dating?”

“Who the fuck is Marcus?”

“The new Orc team member? The one that offered to get me a drink, and you bit his head off.”

Shit, I thought his name was Matt.

“He looks at you like you’re a piece of meat.”

I pressed into her and Kat stepped back again.

“And? What do you care if he does or doesn’t?”

“I don’t.”

“Oh really? Is that what this,” she motioned between us and her hand grazed my stomach, “is conveying? You shoving me into an elevator and stopping it between floors is going to make them think–“

“I don’t care what they think.”

“Bullshit! You’ve been nothing but worse to me since that night, even though you wanted me as much as I did you. So stop pretending that I’m doing anything to you!”

Was there actual hurt in her voice? And why did it matter so much to me if there was?

I took one more step and her back was against the elevator wall. I braced my hands on either side of her head, claws scrapped against the metal as I tried to get a hold of myself.

“You are driving me fucking crazy is what you’re doing. Walking around in tight fucking pants, tight fucking shirts and now this fucking dress.” I rasped, “I hate that I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you every time you walk through the damn door. I hate that I can still feel you wrapped around me all these months later. And I hate every single fucking male in that office who makes you smile, who makes you feel anything.”

“Does that include you?” she asked with a wicked grin. “Because you make me feel all kinds of things.”

“Shut up Kat.”

“Loathing, the need to punch something,” she said. “And a teensy bit of nausea.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Make me.”

I let loose a long, dark growl before I slammed my mouth down onto hers.

Kat’s red nails scratched a path down my face as I dug my fingers into her ass and lifted her up. My tongue filled her mouth, tangling with hers for dominance, and our teeth clashed. It was less a kiss and more of an explosion of pent up frustration and months of unsatisfied passion. I couldn’t think of anything but fucking her in every single orifice. I wanted to coat her ass with my spend, to see her choking on my cock, hear her screaming as I pistoned into her tight cunt.

“You are such an ass!” she gasped as I bit her throat.

“I hate you.”

I reached between us and found a lace thong that I ripped off her.

“I hate you mooooore, ah fuck…oh Zach.”

My finger was plunged up to my knuckle, thumb rubbed merciless circles on her clit, which was ripe and hard.

I pulled back enough to look in her eyes as I held her pinned to the wall, her legs around my hips and finger fucked her slow. Kat’s dark eyes glittered up at me, anger and lust an inferno that I let myself fall into.

“You like that?” I rasped.

“It doesn’t mean a damn thing,” Kat whispered as she clung to me.

“Really? So if I stopped…”

I did, and she whimpered, pelvis moving, searching for what I’d taken back. I chuckled, dark and low against that sensitive spot on her shoulder that I’d never forgotten.

“I’ll get you off, if you beg.”

“Fuck you.”

“No baby, fuck you, with my fingers,” I grazed her clit and she gasped, “with my tongue,” I licked up her throat, “with my cock,” I ground myself into her. “But only if you beg me.”

Kat tried to move, to find any kind of friction, but I made just enough room between us that I could still hold her to the wall without letting her get any kind of satisfaction. Her legs were too spread to do any good on her greedy little clit, and I knew just from smelling her that Kat was as aroused as I was.

“Please,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“With what, be specific, Kat.”

She growled at me, and I got even harder. Had any woman, ever, been so mean, so obstinate with me to this effect?

“Please, fuck me with your tongue.”

I had been expecting her to ask for my fingers, and I had hoped she’d ask for my cock, which was aching and leaking so much pre cum that the entire front of my pants were wet.

But I had mentioned my tongue, and I’d been wondering what she tasted like for months now.

I eased her down to the floor and rucked her skirt up around her tits.

“Hold it in place,” I ordered her.

She took the handful of fabric, cheeks flushed almost as red as her dress.

When I knelt down, I let out a groan at the gorgeous sight that met me.

Her pussy had one strip of trimmed, dark hair on it, otherwise it was waxed smooth and ready for my mouth. The little hair that remained glistened with her arousal and I ran my tongue up in one long lick.

She hissed and grabbed one of my horns.

“No steering,” I snarled. “I’m in control and you come when I tell you.”

“If you expect me to say ‘yes sir’, you’ve got the wrong witch’s pussy in front of you.”

I chuckled and snagged one of her legs, tossing it over my shoulder. She was still wearing those fuck me heels, and I ran a hand up her smooth leg from her ankle up to her inner thigh. I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs and there, wet and pink, peeking from its hood was her clit, just begging to be nibbled on.

“I’m gonna feast on you, drink you down and ruin you for anyone else. When you sit at that desk, and you look at me you’re going to remember what I looked like with your come on my face, you’re going to think of my tongue fucking your tight little hole, and you’re going to squeeze your thighs together to get relief,” I smirked up at her furious, turned on face, “but nothing will be enough until you beg me to make you come under your desk.”

“I thought you were gonna eat my pussy, not talk me to death.”

I slapped her cunt, and she yelped, but it ended on a moan. So I did it again, and she twirled those full hips in desperation.

I couldn’t wait any longer, and I dove in without finesse, only raw hunger.

I sucked her clit between my lips as I slipped two fingers into her and worked her fast and hard. Kat’s hand on my horn tightened, but she didn’t try to move me. I sucked hard and backed off, over and over, hearing her pant and plead with me as I drove her to that edge time and again.

“Please, Zach, you…fucking…asshole, make me come!” she screamed with her palm hitting the wall for emphasis.

The flat of my tongue pressed to her clit, and I curled my fingers inside of her at the same time. She let out a throaty yell and her channel clenched around my fingers. I kept at it, riding out her orgasm and then some. She was trembling above me, incoherent words poured from her mouth as the leg supporting her began to bend.

I caught her and set her on top of my lap, her wet cunt further soaking my ruined pants. Sweat dotted her brow and her eyes were hooded, head lolling to the side, completely lust drunk. I filled my hand with her hair and yanked her head back to look at me.

“We’re not done. You’re going to ride my cock, then I’m going to bend you over and fuck you again. We’re getting this out of our system tonight and that’s it, understand?”

“Yes,” her dusky voice was at once sensual and vulnerable.

I’m not sure what got into me, but I let her hair go and brought her body to mine, cupping the back of her head against my shoulder. Kat hesitated, and I thought that I’d misread and she hadn’t needed an embrace when her arms wound around me, body melting and pliable against mine. It felt…right to hold her like this and that revelation caused a cold hand to grasp my heart and squeeze.

“What you do to me,” my whisper was hoarse, the confession unbidden, “it’s too much.”

“I know. I feel the same.”

We held onto one another like that for another few minutes until she pulled back. Her mascara was smeared, as was her red lipstick, hair was mussed and her dress was skewed, one nipple peeking out from around the decolletage. I couldn’t help it. I ran my finger over it, the tight bud responding to me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured. “A fucking sex goddess tempting me to let it all go and just…”

I pinched her nipple and Kat gasped against my mouth. Her hands undid my pants with expert speed and had my cock out before I could tell her ‘no’, not that I wanted to. She was already straddling me, so it took nothing for her to slip me inside of her drenched channel.

We both let out a deep throated moan when I was seated inside of her and a sense of rightness wrapped me in warmth. It scared me as much as it tempted me and all I wanted was to forget how angry she made me, how hurt I’d been by others and sink into this feeling, into her.

Kat started to ride me with determined rolls of her hips, but I didn’t want her in control. I was going to fuck her, even if she was on top. So I clasped her hips hard as I thrust up to meet her grinding down. I lost count of how many times I bottomed out in her, my mouth sucking on her perfect tits as she begged and cried out for me over and over. The aphrodisiac in my cock horn kept her orgasm building until it shattered over her in the most beautiful whimpers. This time, a rush of liquid poured out of her and I took an in-ordinant amount of pride in knowing I’d just made her squirt.

“That’s right,” I growled against her skin, “no one fucks you like I do. No one makes you squirt, do they, baby?”

“Shut…up…you…asshole.”

I chuckled and pumped up into her faster. I’d held back before to make this last as long as possible, but now I was too close to the edge. I had to come, but–

“Shit…” I stopped and panted, “…condom, I didn’t…”

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I haven’t been with anyone since…”

I stared up into her eyes as her words cracked something deep in my chest.

Since me.

She hadn’t been with anyone, not even those weak men she’d been dating, since I’d fucked her in the showers.

Six long, excruciating months ago.

“Neither have I,” I said, barely audible.

Something like panic lit up her eyes and I could tell that she was about to run. I couldn’t let her go. I had to hold on to this moment because something told me it wasn’t going to come around again.

So I began to fuck her, deep and hard, so that whatever happened I would be branded onto her deepest parts and she’d never forget me. My hand slid between us as I rubbed my cock horns honey into her clit, desperate for one more sight of how beautiful she looked when she came.

“Zach, I can’t,” she sobbed.

Gods above the way she said my name! Still with a little anger, but now with so much hunger and vulnerability. No one, ever, would say my name like Kat did, and I savored every second of it.

“Come on baby, you got one more in you.”

Her fingers bit into my shoulder and she started to cry even as she pleaded with me to make her come.

This time, when her tight pussy clenched around me, Kat dragged me over the cliff with her, and it really did feel like falling without a landing. Over and over, the waves crested until I was trembling, holding her to me as I licked and kissed her sweaty skin. We both came back to earth slowly, our breaths mingled as we shared one slow, soft kiss that lasted forever.

Kat pulled back first with a broken sigh and when I looked at her, there were tears on her cheeks.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, brushing them away with my thumbs.

She didn’t answer right away, and I started to worry. Finally, she gave me a watery smile and shook her head.

Reluctantly, I let her go, and she climbed off me. I gave her the handkerchief from my pocket to clean up with and she gave me a crooked smile.

“Very old school.”

I shrugged.

“I’m three hundred and seven years old. Some habits are hard to break.”

“And here I’m thinking you don’t look a day over two-fifty.”

I chuckled at that and attempted to fix my own clothes, but it was hopeless. I didn’t really want her scent off me any way, not yet.

When she was ready, I reached over and started the elevator again. Neither of us really wanted to go to the rooftop now, so we just let the doors open and hit the button for the lobby without a word.

We stood side by side, not touching, not looking at one another. The tension in the air was suffocating. Did she regret this? Had I pushed her? What the hell was that between us?

“Zach,” Kat said, her whiskey soaked voice unusually soft, “I need to say something.”

I took a breath and braced myself for the “this was fun, let’s never do this again” kind of talk. When I turned to her, though, there was none of the bravado and cockiness I’d come to associate with Kat. Instead, she was biting her plump bottom lip and twisting her fingers. She couldn’t even look me in the eye.

I must’ve really pushed it too far.

“Look Kat–“

“I’m leaving,” she blurted out.

I stopped breathing, eyes widened.

“What?”

“I’m…I’ve been offered a promotion to coven leader of the German Archive office and I’m taking it. I leave after the new year. I just…I didn’t want you to hear it from someone else, not after…”

My brain struggled to take in the words. I’d been prepared to be told that I’d been a brute, that I was out of line, that I had no right to barely speak to her since June and then suddenly lock her up and fuck her until she screamed.

But this?

I was not prepared.

So, of course, I reacted like an ass.

I crossed my arms and stared down at her, walling up my bruised heart once again. I’d been an idiot to let her in, even a little.

“Okay.” I shrugged and turned away.

I could practically hear her gaping at me.

“That’s it?” she demanded. “Just ‘okay’?”

“What do you want? Weeping and wailing, on my knees begging you not to go?”

“Some kind of reaction would be nice.”

I whirled around and pinned her with a hard gaze.

“You’re not my girlfriend. We’re not in a relationship. We aren’t even fuck buddies, so why should it matter to me if you go to Germany or not?”

I didn’t see her hand coming, but the force of the slap echoed in the elevator and I saw stars. My Kat had a mean right hook.

Not my anything. Never has been, never will be.

I didn’t want to care that she had tears in her eyes, I didn’t want to care that for the first time since I’d met her, Kat was speechless.

But I did.

It tore at me, and I wanted nothing more than to take it all back, to indeed get on my knees and apologize to her.

Before I could get my head out of my ass though, the elevator opened, and she ran out, leaving me alone with her scent embedded on my brain and her heartbreak echoing in my ears.

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