Witch Interrupted Page 9

  The impact of his announcement slammed into her. He was about to remove her clothing, all of it, and inspect her. Everywhere.

  Goddess. An ache woke in her pussy that was impossible to ignore. “If I don’t cooperate, are you going to violate my person?”

  She was so not cooperating.

  “Absolutely not.” He peeled off her pink sock, shook it and smirked when lavender fell out. He inserted it into a small medical waste bin before his gloved hands tightened on her bare ankles. “I’m not a keeper. I don’t violate people.”

  Without further ado, he grasped her jeggings at the knees and yanked.

  They slid off her as if she was oiled. Katie squeaked and tugged her T-shirt to hide her underwear. Marcus examined the seams of her pants before giving them a vigorous shake.

  Then he looked at her. Her cheeks burned as his gaze traveled up her legs, lingering at her hips. She pressed her thighs together.

  “You’re in good physical condition,” he observed. It didn’t feel like a compliment—merely an observation. “That’s not always the case with a witch.”

  She glared at him. “I never know when I might need to kick someone’s ass.”

  He didn’t look the least bit intimidated by her declaration and eased himself onto the mattress. When he reached for her free hand, she flailed at him. “Do you see any lavender? No. You found it. Back off.”

  Instead, he sprang. In a fraction of a second, he had her spread on her back. His hands grasped her shirt at each shoulder. Their eyes met right before he ripped her T-shirt in half, laying her nearly bare.

  But…he’d promised not to!

  He was just like the wolves she’d dealt with. Violent and crude. She hated him—she had to hate him for this. He fell on her, his weight pinning her down. Her traitorous body responded with a joyful pulse of desire.

  Her thrashing wedged his hips between her thighs, increasing their intimacy tenfold. She tried to pull his hair, claw his eyes, but he grasped her wrist and held her away from his skin.

  “I’m going to check your undergarments for spell components. That’s all I’m going to do.” He stared down at her, his irises fading to pale blue. She watched the brown disappear until only the wolf was left. “In case you were wondering, casting my antidote capsule would increase my vitality.”

  She considered cursing some more, but something in his expression silenced her. Especially when his gaze dropped to her lips…and his cock hardened against her pussy.

  Katie barely withheld a groan. His shirt, she noticed distractedly, smelled like her favorite fabric softener.

  Marcus adjusted his fingers around her wrist. When she struggled, the rubber of his gloves tweaked the tiny hairs on her arm. His other hand patted her shoulder.

  “This isn’t personal,” he said, though his arousal told a different story. His gloved hand cleaned the shreds of her shirt away and slipped between their bodies.

  The lavender hidden in her bra prickled her skin. Could she use it like that? She’d never cast a spell with her boob before, but there was always a first time. She just needed him to touch her. She licked her lips hopefully. She’d get him to kiss her a few times before she infused the lavender. Of course, then she’d have a big, sexy wolf passed out atop her and still no way to escape him.

  But he didn’t kiss her. He adjusted his torso and ran a finger under the strap of her satin demi-bra. He was going to find the lavender if he continued downward.

  He swept his fingers under the material, her breast in his rubber-coated hand. Her nipple hardened. The stimulation tumbled through her helpless body, landing right between her legs.

  She bit her lip to keep from whimpering. Goddess, she wished he’d drop the pretense of searching her and…

  He brought the lavender out and twirled its silvery stem between them. “Look what I found.”

  “Oops.”

  He pitchedit behind him without taking his gaze off her. “Did I miss any leaves?”

  He folded the lightly padded cup inside out, checking with his fingers instead of his eyes. Satisfied, he shifted to check her other breast. This time it was almost a caress. The bra strap slid off her shoulder. His palm, the glove, dragged across her tight nipple. She tried to control her breathing, but it rushed out of her as if they were already having sex.

  His eyelashes fluttered down as he gave in to the urge to look at her chest. This was her opening. She could whip her knee into his groin and wound him long enough to…

  What? She was handcuffed to his bed, and he’d stolen her lavender.

  And she was enjoying his strip search so much more than she should.

  “Are you happy now? There’s nowhere else I could hide anything.”

  Rising to his hands and knees, he slid his hand down her body and hovered over her hips.

  “No,” she said, when what she really meant was, Please.

  Staring into her eyes, Marcus palmed her between the legs. And she let him. She just let him. With gloves on, he hopefully wouldn’t notice the dampness, but his nostrils flared all the same.

  His fingers pressed but didn’t probe.

  Or pleasure.

  “You’ll regret this,” Katie said in a surprisingly relaxed tone, considering how crazed she felt inside.

  “Oh, I really doubt that.” His huskiness was the first sign this was affecting him more than he let on. It went beyond his body’s obvious reaction, beyond his wolfish irises. He slid his hand farther, curving around to her ass. Her thighs separated of their own volition.

  He paused for a moment, and his dominance of her sank in. Katie swallowed hard. She knew what she smelled like to him, what it meant that she wasn’t lifting a finger to fight.

  He suddenly released her wrist and slid his fingers between hers. Their hands twined and clasped, but his expression didn’t change.

  Her breasts felt swollen, her nipples sensitive. The bra cups he’d searched barely covered her. The heel of his hand chafed her clit through the damp satin as he checked for lavender. Or whatever he was doing, because it was feeling more and more like foreplay.

  The contradiction of one hand twined around hers like a lover and the other searching her for weapons only made it worse. His touch roused her so much she began to ache.

  Katie needed to squirm. Spread her legs. She’d never been this conflicted about a man, a wolf. Wolves were forbidden for witches. All witches. It was wrong to feel this way, to want him to force this on her, to exert his power over her.

  She wanted him wild, wanted to be driven wild. The wolf was supposed to be her deepest fear, only the truth was, it was her deepest fantasy.

  “What are you thinking?” he murmured. “Your face is so expressive when you aren’t being Chang Cai. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

  “Anger,” she lied. Both their voices were hushed.

  “You don’t smell angry.” He lowered his chin, staring down her body, at her breasts, at the way his hand wrapped between her legs.

  “And you don’t feel impersonal,” she retorted. He felt wonderful. Darkly seductive. She throbbed with need. “Your eyes are wolfed out. Are you losing control?”

  “The wolf isn’t simple to manage. It’s not my favorite part of the transformation.”

  “What did you expect? That you’d be unchanged, except stronger? The wolf takes over, Marcus.” She’d seen it too many times, a witch turned feral after transformation. Born wolves spent years learning control; they didn’t leap into the wolf-state overnight.

  “You’re wrong.” His lips tightened. “A good scientist verifies every hypothesis.”

  “You have a hypothesis?”

  “I have several.” He stretched the elastic of her panties, checked the inside of the fabric and snapped them back into place without touching her. “One down.”

  A devil possessed her. An aching, infatuated, needy devil that knew Marcus was close to the edge and wanted to send him over. “No cavity search?”

  He smiled down at her slowl
y, triumphantly. “Do you want one, Katie?”

  Lord, yes.

  “No.” She clutched his hand convulsively, as if she could send him the message that way. “But I thought you didn’t trust me.”

  “I don’t.” His fingers brushed her thigh. “I also don’t think you’re hiding any more herbs.”

  “Then you don’t need the gloves,” she said, hating herself for it.

  Not taking his eyes off hers, he raised his hand to his mouth. He caught the bottom of the glove between his teeth and peeled it off his long fingers. The latex fell onto her chest. His gaze scorching, he let his hand drift down, not quite touching her breasts, her stomach, her hip. Not quite touching between her legs.

  He traced the edge of her panties. Katie, unable to bear the tension boiling inside her anymore, closed her eyes and gave herself up to sensation.

  Marcus lowered himself half on, half off her, his body a cage. She parted her lips eagerly. Instead his cheek brushed hers, whiskers rasping, and he whispered in her ear, “On a scale of one to ten, how aroused would you say you are right now?”

  “Wh…what?”

  He drew hypnotic circles on her hip, widening them, coming closer and closer to her pussy without giving her what she craved. “Can you feel the wolf inside you? Like when you were young and learning to control it?”

  No. Yes. She didn’t know what she felt. Desperate. It wasn’t like this with humans or witches. And she’d not let it get like this with any of her…victims. “I don’t know.”

  “It’s a powerful sensation. Impossible to resist.” His lips tickled her ear. Tingles poured through her. His fingers teased. “Have you ever had sex with a wolf, Katie?”

  “No.” She tilted her hips, trying to angle herself closer to his touch.

  One sly, seductive finger brushed her mound. She shivered. “Your pheromones are off the charts. Do you know how difficult it is for me to concentrate right now?”

  “I have an idea.” Lust swirled inside her like a cyclone.

  “I don’t appreciate these impulses.” She could feel the heat from his hand. She was so sensitized it made her squirm. “I don’t want to feel like I might…do things to you against your will.”

  “If you don’t like it, let me go.” Common sense was disappearing fast. How much of this was actually against her will?

  “I can’t seem to stop,” he said, raspy-voiced. He nipped her neck, and she grew that much closer to begging. “This exhilarates me. Is this normal for you?”

  She licked her lips. Focusing on the conversation, his breath on her neck and his touch at her hips was almost too much for her. “You mean, do I often get kidnapped by mad scientists? No.”

  “Your desire.” His fingers strayed to her other thigh. “It seems out of character for a keeper. For any witch. I’ve never smelled a woman as hot as you.”

  “I told you already, I’m not…” She hissed when he tapped her between the legs. “I’m not discussing that.”

  “I need to know all the variables. I want to study you.”

  “Study?”

  “I want to form a new hypothesis.” He rubbed the wet satin over her pussy, his fingers sliding, sliding. “I want you. I want to run tests on you. I want to perform experiments on your body. Your magic. Your abilities. Your reactions to stimuli.” He drew his fingernail across her clit, and she gasped. “I want to dissect you.”

  “Sounds painful.” Painful and hedonistic. When could they start?

  “I won’t use a knife.” A claw grazed her, applying sharp pressure to her inner thigh. Her legs parted to escape it. He scratched with all four fingers, right across her pussy, the underwear not enough barrier, and too much of one. “But I’ll need to take samples.”

  He licked beneath her ear then, a long, slow stroke. The softness of his tongue contrasted with the claws between her legs. One razor-tipped finger located her clit. Katie jerked as electricity shot through her. “Undo my handcuffs.”

  “No.” He nibbled her earlobe, her neck, her jawline. Whiskers and teeth. Soft lips and wet tongue. Claws teasing her, tickling her. “That variable isn’t part of today’s experiment.”

  “I’m a lab rat now?” She’d be anything he wanted at this point.

  “Test subject. Do you consent?” His belt buckle dug into her hip as he maneuvered his leg across her. Claws pricked her lower belly. Slid down. Beneath her panties.

  Oh, Goddess. She couldn’t breathe, so she whimpered.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, his voice deeper, more growly.

  He was right, of course. But she wasn’t going to say it.

  “Describe the sensations when I do this.” He laced his claws through her curls. The tips pricked her flesh, outside her slit. “Could you use magic right now? Or are you too agitated?”

  “Give me my—” her boast was interrupted when he slipped a claw oh so carefully into her folds, parting her, “—lavender and find out.”

  He smiled against her neck, arrogantly secure in his command. She was his, and he knew it.

  “What about when I do this?” The pad of one finger located her clitoris. Skin to skin. She moaned. “Your heart rate jumped. I should have put you on a monitor. My systolic pressure reached approximately one hundred seventy when I transformed, and my oxygen levels increased measurably.”

  He’d been measuring himself when he’d had sex with his wolf girlfriend? Who was this guy? “Shut up.”

  He inhaled, his breath hot on her neck. “You smell so good. I could almost…” His teeth latched onto her, a burst of pain, while he continued to touch her clit, barely moving, taunting her.

  Then he flicked her.

  Katie’s hips jerked instinctively. She tugged her arms, struggling enough for him to notice.

  He laughed. Claws raked her outer labia. His fingertip began to stroke the slick bud of her clitoris the way she needed. She pressed her cheek to his forehead, her lips on his skin. She said his name. At her response, her compliance, his movements became rougher.

  “Marcus. You should stop.” He should stop before she was reduced to begging him to keep going.

  His rumble of displeasure burrowed into her. He didn’t like her to tell him what to do. “No.”

  “Don’t…” Goddess, how could she say this? He licked her pulse point, and she shuddered. “Don’t stab anything important.”

  His touch disappeared.

  Was he actually stopping? She was such a hypocrite. Saying no, meaning yes. Giving women and witches everywhere a bad name.

  She opened her mouth to thank him anyway. His blunt fingers returned to her before she said a word. He parted her, finding the opening of her vagina and sweeping a groan from her.

  No claws.

  “So wet.” His voice was barely human. “Katie, I’m weak. I can’t wait. I want to make you come. Say yes.”

  He rubbed moisture up to her clit, catching the erect bud so perfectly she flinched. His intentions had firmed like the rest of him. He was forging ahead.

  Scientist. Kidnapper. Wolf. To hell with common sense. To hell with the risks. Katie wanted Marcus.

  She angled her face toward his, seeking his lips. “Yes.”

  That was when he froze. His head came up and he growled, low and deep.

  “Someone’s here.”

  Not even a wolf’s reaction time was enough to defend against the witch who kicked open the Airstream’s door, hosing him down with cayenne pepper spray.

  Chapter Seven

  Marcus howled, rubbing his eyes, which would only make the cayenne spray worse. He shook his head like the wolf he was before crashing to the floor.

  Katie sat up and squinted at the fracas. “What are you doing here?”

  “I’m the cavalry.” Tonya, about to advance on Marcus and lay the second of the one-two punch on him, raised her eyebrows at Katie. “Oh. My. Should I not have come to rescue you?”

  “No, no.” Katie, thoroughly embarrassed but thankful for Tonya’s appearance, tried t
o make herself decent without her clothes. “Knock him out.”

  Marcus, huddled on the floor, whined. Her cayenne spray was not a delicate defense, and he would be in great discomfort.

  “Faster. He’s in pain,” Katie demanded.

  “Working on it.” Tonya patted his hand, jerking back when his claws got her. “Down, fella. Let me take the hurt away.”

  Magic built and popped through the trailer, knocking Marcus out. Finishing the spell would not only put him to sleep but would defuse the cayenne. When he woke, the agony would be just a memory.

  Or, if Katie had her way, he wouldn’t remember any of this. Her cayenne blend didn’t interfere with the poppy mix—they’d been formulated to be compatible.

  Blood dripped from a shallow claw mark on Tonya’s hand. She shook the spray bottle. “Never thought I’d have to use your wolf-pel.”

  Katie pulled the sheet up to her neck. “Where’s Ba?”

  “Keeping the car running so we can make our getaway.”

  They wouldn’t be making an immediate getaway. They’d be wiping Marcus first. This was their best shot. She didn’t think they could keep him restrained long enough for the situation to improve—and she didn’t trust herself not to be seduced again.

  “I need my glasses.” The spray, a weapon from her keeper days, might not work against Marcus much longer than her original sedative. “We can’t dawdle. I have no idea how long he’ll be asleep.”

  Tonya handed her the frames. “Days, poor guy.”

  “He’s done something to himself so sleep spells don’t take.” The spray, a mix of cayenne, poppy and other herbs, could knock out a whole pack of fractious beasts. It had a wider range than spell pods, which required aim instead of simply depressing a button.

  “Not surprised. He’s smart as hell,” Tonya said.

  Katie used the needle in her glasses to ping the simple lock of the handcuffs. She scuttled out of the bed. Pants…there. Her shirt was ruined. From Marcus’s drawer,she liberated a top that hung on her like a sack dress.

  Tonya watched her with amusement and concern.

  “We, um.” Katie’s cheeks burned. “He was trying to convince me to, um…”