Broomstick Breakdown

Oh, fuck. He moved down lower, away from the temptation that beckoned. The fabric of her T-shirt impeded his view of her breasts. With an impatient growl, he tore the cloth apart only realizing at her cry that perhaps he’d been too hasty. A quick look revealed her to be more impassioned than ever, with her eyes heavy lidded with desire. He turned back to look at her breasts, heavy and round. Her big nipples puckered at his view and begged for his mouth. He obliged, tucking one taut peak in his mouth and sucking hard. Frantic hands clutched at his head, tugged at his hair, the pain heightening his desire.

He bit down lightly on her nub, and she let out a small scream. Once again, his canines tried to descend to the sweet flesh in his mouth that was tempting him.

No, he had to be stronger. Build her trust. Get her to accept him. Fuck her brains out ’til she’d do anything he wanted.

With a groan, he moved down her body again, his mouth moving like a heat-seeking missile to find her core. Perhaps if he relieved her of her lust, he’d be able to think more clearly and control himself. Her shorts covered her mound, and his hands tore them apart as well. Her thighs fell to the sides, and she exposed herself to him with a breathy sigh. He moved his face in closer for a taste.

Bad idea.

With his face between her thighs, the scent of her was overwhelming and his canines descended again, their sharp points almost nipping his lip. He took several shuddering breaths as he tried to regain control, but all that did was draw her scent deeper into him.

She noticed his lack of action and with a sound that was part-mewl, part-moan, she said “Please.”

What could he say? He didn’t have the willpower to refuse his mate. Screw his good intentions. He’d give her what she wanted and deal with the repercussions later. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

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Sophia froze at his words, her ardor dampened as if a cold bucket of water had doused it. Damned persuasion spell. This wasn’t right. She couldn’t do this to him. What if he had a wife or girlfriend? How could she know this was what he wanted and not the spell getting mixed-up signals from her desire forcing him to do something he possibly didn’t want?

“I can’t do this.” She scooted off the bed and streaked to the bathroom, grabbing her purse on the way. Only when she slammed the door shut did the shaking start.

A second later, a knock sounded. “Sophia? Are you okay? I’m sorry if I was moving too fast. Don’t hide, sweetheart.”

Sophia didn’t answer, she just shook harder. What was I thinking? Well, she knew what she was thinking: Ride him like a cowgirl ’til the cows come home. Bad witch. It didn’t matter if he seemed a willing participant. Her spell had skewed his normal responses, made him somehow think he also had to fulfill not only her verbal commands but her unspoken bodily ones. I almost took advantage of him. While she could excuse using him as a chauffeur, using his body-that crossed a moral line.

“Open the door.”

“No.”

“I’ll kick it down if you don’t come out here and explain what’s wrong.”

Sophia laughed hysterically even as tears streamed down her face. How do I explain? By the way I’m a witch and I’ve cast a spell on you, so while you think you’re horny right now, it’s probably actually my hormones you’re feeling. Sorry for messing with your brain.

She screamed when the door splintered open. Aidan looked huge and angry; his form filled the doorway. At the sight of her huddled on the floor, his face softened.

“Aw, sweetheart, don’t cry. I’m sorry if things moved so fast. Come back to bed. I promise I won’t touch you.”

She wanted to tell him he was wrong, that he wasn’t the one at fault. She was the one who couldn’t be trusted-no better than a bloody nymphomaniac. But she said nothing and didn’t protest when he scooped her up to carry her back into the room. He placed her gently on the bed and eased onto the bed behind her. A heavy warm arm came over her waist and spooned her back into the scorching warmth of his body, and she let out a whimper.

Oh, why does he have to feel so good?

He misinterpreted the sound and shushed her. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Go to sleep. I promise to behave.”

Sophia lay stiffly in his embrace and struggled to understand this enigmatic man. To her puzzlement, she still felt the evidence of his arousal against her bottom where she was snuggled into him, and this even without her pawing at him. Is it possible he actually wanted me and not because of the spell? Not that it mattered. She refused to take the chance.

Besides, it wasn’t just the spell that made her leery, it was her whole reaction to him from the moment she’d met him. While she’d found herself attracted to men in the past, desire had never completely overwhelmed her before. She was acting as if bespelled-or maybe I’m falling in love, she thought-and it scared her.

Witches aren’t supposed to fall for humans, no matter how sexy. And chanting that rule to herself over and over, she finally slipped into a restless sleep.

Chapter Four

The next morning, even though he moved cautiously, she woke when he left the bed to closet himself in the bathroom. If she were smart, she’d leave right now. But she still needed to get to the gathering, not to mention make him forget. The sound of the shower galvanized her, and after pulling out clean clothes from her seemingly bottomless purse, she dressed quickly. When he emerged, his hair damp, she’d managed to compose herself, a state of mind she almost lost at the sight of him.

Why does he have to be so bloody gorgeous?

All the explanations she’d prepared to justify her hysterical actions of a few hours ago ended up unnecessary, for when he spoke it was only to say, “Ready to go? We’ll grab some food on the way.”

Then he walked out of the motel room to the truck. After taking a deep breath, she followed, only shivering slightly when he gave her a boost into the passenger seat.

They traveled in almost virtual silence, although she could see him eye her from time to time, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

Sophia felt a stupid desire to come clean and explain everything to him. Hi, I’m a witch, and I’ve cast a spell on you. When it wears off, want to go for coffee then some nookie if in fact your desire for me is real? But, oh, just so you know, it can never go any further than great sex. Even in her head it sounded crazy. No, she needed to stick to her original plan, which in just a little while would have him leave her life forever and, with the spell of forgetfulness, never even remember he’d met her. The prospect did not cheer her.

They pulled into the parking lot for the Covenhouse Inn, and suddenly Sophia, so eager to get here when she’d started her trip what seemed like ages ago, wished they’d never arrived. In a moment she would wipe Aidan’s mind clean and send him on his way. He’d go back to his life and the garage, with no memory of her. And in order to ensure he didn’t remember things she’d accidentally let slip, she couldn’t even visit him and pretend to meet him again for the first time. She lacked the skill to make her spell strong enough to withstand a test like that.

“So, how long is this convention thing going to last? Should I wait up for you?”

Sophia swallowed hard as a vision of him half-naked and lounging on white sheets filled her mind. Heat rushed through her, which made her cheeks blossom with color.

With an almost inaudible growl, he leaned over and kissed her hard.

Sophia allowed it for a moment, and the fire and urgency his lips imparted made her regret even more keenly what she had to do. She pulled back before she could change her mind. She opened the door, then turned sideways and slid out of the truck, stumbling a little as she hit the pavement. He leaned over the seat and stared down at