Bewitch(5)

She blinked slowly. Payne lost focus as her long dark lashes shuttered her incredible eyes, stealing them from view. The distraction cost him. She smiled and yanked the rope. It slipped from his grasp and she lashed out with it, catching him hard across the cheek. He didn’t flinch, didn’t take his eyes off her. The smell of his blood mixed with the scents in the air.#p#分页标题#e#
Payne kept slowly advancing, his eyes on hers, keeping them riveted on him. She wanted to give up her fight. She wanted him. He sent that feeling to her, filling her mind with thoughts of them together, trying to convince her to lower her guard.
She drew her arm back to strike again.
Payne teleported just as she let loose with the rope and appeared right in front of her. He caught her wrists, his eyes still on hers. She stared up at him, her sensual rosy lips parted in shock and her eyes dark with desire that swirled into him through the point where they touched, feeding his hunger. Her breathing quickened to short soft pants. He had never heard anything so erotic and alluring. He wanted to hear her panting like that into his ear as he thrust into her welcoming wet heat.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered and her pupils dilated. “Give in to me.”
He felt her relax. Her fingers opened and the rope fell from them.
Her dark eyebrows drew together and her pupils narrowed. She yanked her right hand free of his grip and slammed her fist into his cheek, splitting open the gash there from the whip. Payne grabbed her wrist again and held them both in a bruising grip. It seemed she was a little immune to his charm.
“I won’t hurt you,” he repeated and her struggling slowed until she was wriggling against him in a way that fired him up.
He shoved her away and scowled at her. She blinked into his eyes and then dropped her gaze to his hands where they clutched her wrists. It rose to his cheek and she stilled.
“You’re bleeding.” She spoke in English, her voice soft and light, full of warmth that curled through him, easing his tension.
Was his charm offensive getting through to her now? He focused on her and his incubus side didn’t purr. Evidently not.
She pulled her hand free of his and gently pressed the pads of her fingers to the skin below the cut on his cheek. Payne hissed in a sharp breath, heat flooding him, all stemming from the point where she touched him. He stared down into her silver-grey eyes, hungry thoughts spinning through his mind, his body reacting swiftly.
She broke free of him, a soft gasp escaping her sinful mouth and her cheeks darkening. Had she sensed his thoughts? She smoothed her plain black dress, looking for all the world as if she was doing her best to smooth her feelings with it. Her heartbeat was all over the place and he could sense her desire.
“Come with me.”
She didn’t wait for a response. She turned her back, picked up the rope, and walked away, heading towards the crossroad he had come from. Payne raked his gaze over her, the oversized black dress hiding none of her from his imagination now. He had seen her shapely legs and crimson knickers, and he still burned from that brief glimpse. She plucked a piece of straw from her hair and glanced over her shoulder at him, her beautiful eyes immediately capturing his attention. He was supposed to have cast a spell on her to get her under his control.
He felt as though she had cast one on him.
Payne followed her, unable to resist his need to know her taste and her touch. He could never allow it to happen though.
He couldn’t influence her.
She was immune.
Immunity to an incubus’s charms was a sign that she was their fated mate.
The last woman who had been semi-immune to his charms had broken his heart.
The phantom’s words came back to him.
Fated. Bond. Blood. Death.
Sounded like a recipe for disaster to him, and this little witch was just the first ingredient.            







 
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CHAPTER 2
Payne used the walk to get his hunger back in check. He would go with the witch to wherever she was leading him, gain her trust and then get her to tell him the location of the place he sought. She could speak fae and others knew her here, so she clearly knew the area well. She would be able to lead him to his destination. Problem solved.
He tried to keep his eyes off her backside.
It was impossible.
The image of saucy red knickers had been burned on his mind.
He would never look at witches the same again. Who knew what they hid beneath that plain boring black dress? He had never imagined it would be naughty knickers.