Dancing With The Devil, Witches Anonymous Step 5(13)

He pulled me down on the bed so I straddled his thighs. I sank my hands in his thick, long hair and he drew the breast he had teased with his knuckles into his mouth. I arched into him and his thighs spread mine farther apart. I still wore my cat panties, but amazingly, the crotch disappeared as Luc’s fingers touched the silky fabric and slid home.

My magic sang with happiness as Luc’s magic teased and flirted the same way his fingers were doing. He kissed and stroked and suckled until I was trembling with a craving so desperate, so dark, I lowered the prison bars keeping my magic at bay. Out came my magic in a rush of freedom, wrapping itself around him, melding and blending with his. I didn’t use it, just let it feed him.

The high was too good. I didn’t give the Mark a second thought as I shifted and took Luc into my body.

For the first time in a year, I was joined with Lucifer in a dance that knew no bounds. We were free, our bodies, souls and magics merging into one. It was a dance neither of us had forgotten. A dance our magics gloried in as much as our bodies did.

My breath came in ragged gasps as I moved over him, taking him in, withdrawing, taking him again. He buried his face in my breasts and ran his hands over my skin, touching, teasing, gripping.

Heat and light engulfed me. Luc’s lips and hands urged me on, his ardor matching mine. As the first wave hit, I arched into him again, clutching his shoulders and riding it, letting the dance carry me away.

He shuddered, a shockwave of his magic lifting me higher. The wave crested, rising hard and fast. I cried out his name.

In the next instant, release. Sweet, sweet release…





Chapter Nine – Out Of the Cauldron…And Into the Fire





In the aftermath, I drifted, riding a gentle ocean wave of satisfaction and nerve-tingling wonder.

Man, I had missed this. Not just the sex, but the after-sex magical high. My body vibrated, and, even though I hadn’t used my magic, the place next to my heart hummed.

An ex-witch, good or not, could get used to this.

A light flashed on the back of my eyelids and the air around me shifted from warm and cozy to freezing cold. I started to open my eyes when I felt myself moving backwards. Fast.

Had Luc dumped me off the bed? No. I wasn’t falling. More like I was being suctioned down a long tunnel. Pressure hit me from all sides, immobilizing my limbs. I couldn’t even turn my head. Tiny pinpricks of pain assaulted my skin, but when I tried to force my eyes open and cry out, I could do neither.

For a moment, my entire body felt like it was being shoved through a sieve and turned inside out. My lungs refused to draw oxygen. The next moment, I slammed to a stop.

Woozy and nauseated, I cracked open my eyelids. I was standing on a deserted street, a long crimson robe covering me from neck to feet. There were no people, no cars, not even a bird in sight. No noise either.

I patted the robe. No pockets. Which meant, no Dove chocolates hidden inside.

Damn, Toto, I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.

The barren landscape was a monotone gray, matching the overcast sky. A thick fog hung in the distance.

But this place was familiar. The street, the buildings…I glanced over my right shoulder and there was Evie’s Ice Cream shop. A glance over my left showed me the rest of Eden’s downtown. The snow was absent but the air was cold. My bare feet stung from the frosty sidewalk and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

My magic thudded uncomfortably. Took me a minute to realize my heart wasn’t returning the favor. No beat, no pulse, nothing.

Instinctively, I took a deep breath and found my lungs expanded but did not draw air.

Don’t panic. This had to be a dream. I’d fallen asleep after the rigorous love-making and now I was in LaLa Land.

Instinctively, I reached once more for a Dove. Nada.

Who makes clothes without pockets for hiding chocolate? Seriously.

I turned in a full circle, wondering why I felt so awake if this was a dream. Must have been courtesy of my stress level. Keeping such a tight rein on my magic and my sex life for so long had created a weird side effect.

Walking over to the shop, I frowned as I noticed how empty it was. The signs in the window were there, but the interior was bare. No booths or tables. No ice cream freezers or cash register. The windows of the neighboring businesses were the same. All of Eden’s downtown was just a shell. Like a movie set that had served its purpose and then been stripped.

Deserted movie set or deserted town, neither was good. Keisha and I were always watching the latest horror movie and making fun of it, but secretly, those awful things scared the bejesus out of me. As my magic continued doing ninety in my chest, I kept an eye out for any crazy, chainsaw-wielding maniac I was sure would come out of nowhere to turn this dream into a bona fide nightmare.