Bewitch(7)

“I don’t have much power yet. I’m still learning.” Her sweet voice was a melody in his ear, curling around him, petting him and feeding his desire.
She stepped back, distancing herself. His eyes must have changed again, swirling blue and gold. Payne lifted his hand and grazed the backs of his fingers across her soft cheek, his breath shuddering in his chest over how exquisite she felt. He wanted her.#p#分页标题#e#
She knocked his hand away. “Don’t turn on the charm. I don’t like it.”
That brought Payne back to earth with a bump. “You can tell when I’m using my ability?”
She nodded and moved back another step. “I don’t like it. It feels as though I’m seeing myself do things, feel things, that aren’t really anything to do with me.”
Strange. Was it a witch thing? He hadn’t heard that immune females could sense an incubus attempting to use his ability on her. It had to be a witch thing.
“Normally people can’t tell it isn’t their natural feelings.” His gaze tracked her across the room.
“I’m not normal now, am I?” She stared into the fire and sighed at her melting hairbrush. At least the flames had died down. Her heartbeat was level again too and he couldn’t feel any anger in her.
She looked back over her shoulder at him, her eyes locking with his, their dazzling silver depths enchanting him once more. Her lips parted and her pupils dilated. Desire. He could get drunk on the way she felt whenever she looked at him. How would she feel if he took things further?
“I don’t like it,” she said in a breathless voice. “I don’t know why you feel the need to use it... so stop it.”
Payne smiled. “I’m not right now.”
Her eyes widened and she blinked. “You aren’t?”
He shook his head. “Whatever you’re feeling, it’s one hundred percent yours, and I’m flattered.”
She turned her nose up at him. “Get over yourself.”
His smile widened into a grin when her heart skipped a beat and her cheeks turned rosy.
She disappeared into the bedroom again and slammed the door behind her. Payne listened to her stomping around the room and muttering about him. He cast a glance around the messy room, studying the piles of books, the vials and beakers, and bottles of coloured liquids and jars of herbs and other more questionable things. A witch’s home was disappointingly close to what he had imagined.
Elissa emerged from the bedroom.
The witch however, was nothing like he had pictured.
She had changed into a pair of tight black jeans and a sexy purple halter-top that gathered beneath her breasts, and by god, she wasn’t wearing a bra. He could see the soft buds of her nipples pressing against the material. The chestnut waves of her long hair curled around her milky shoulders and a black choker with a silver star in the centre ringed her throat. Payne swallowed, desire surging through him, hot and heavy, burning up his blood.
Was she trying to kill him?
“I thought witches wore those dull black dresses?” he said and was that his voice that had sounded squeaky and tight?
He cleared his throat.
She smiled wickedly, her lips a glossy pink now, enticing him more than ever. “I was on duty... now I’m off duty.”
“I need you on duty.” And not just because off-duty Elissa was hotter than Hell on a summer’s day and had all his blood rushing to his cock.
“Why?” She twirled the ends of her hair and stared at him, her silvery eyes bright with curiosity again.
“I came to this place to speak to you. I need an item for a friend of mine. She’s a fae and was accidentally bound to a theatre. I heard you can help us.”
“Sounds like a real problem.” Elissa thoughtfully tapped her finger against her chin, drawing his gaze to those glossy tempting lips. Would they taste sweet if he kissed her? She shook her head. “But I’m only covering for the witch who normally lives here. Sort of like house sitting.”
Payne’s insides dropped a few inches. Not good. He was shit out of luck just as he had feared and the witch she was covering for had been his last lead. It was back to the books and the research. He hated the thought of returning to Vampirerotique empty handed. He wouldn’t be able to bear the look of disappointment on Chica and Andreu’s faces when they discovered he had failed them again, and god only knew how long it would be before he turned up more leads and more potential fixes for their problem.
He heaved a sigh and scrubbed his hand through his blond hair. “Thanks for your time.”
He grabbed the door handle and pushed down, letting the door swing open. It was probably for the best anyway. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last around Elissa without pouncing on her and getting that taste he hungered for.