Wicked Witch: A Post-Apocalyptic Paranormal Romance (The Wickedest Witch Book 1) Page 3

  A jolt of lust surged through me. Without my memories, I couldn’t know if I’d ever experienced this before. All I knew was that my body was burning with molten heat, and I wanted this male inside me.

  I stole a glance at the magical glyphs on my arm. There was no record of sexual conquests on my skin. But I had to have some experience because I knew exactly what to do. It was like a reflex of my muscles.

  My inherent knowledge had helped me survive while my amnesia put me at great disadvantage. If I hadn’t known better, I’d almost believe whoever had wiped out my memories had left my instincts and magic intact in order for me to stay alive.

  But when I dug deeper to trace my past, searing pain speared through my head, almost rendering me weak and useless.

  I fixed my gaze upon the Angel’s huge erection. It pulsed under my grasp and burned in white-hot lust. It was straight in general, yet slightly arched beneath the crown. This type of cock would offer tremendous pleasure.

  The Angel thrust his granite-hard cock into my hand.

  I licked my lips, my lust raging.

  This stranger carved from sky power would give me the release I urgently needed.

  I’d lived moment by moment since the day I’d awoken in this jungle. Despite my determination to exact revenge on my foes, moments were all I had. Every day, breathing through the next second in this damned place was a small victory.

  After I fucked the Angel, I would forget about him.

  I stroked his cock, merely to please myself. I had no care for his feelings. Nevertheless, he groaned in pleasure.

  Our mutual desire was fuel and fire.

  I pushed my panties aside as I gripped the blunt head of his shaft at my slick entrance, and moved my hips down until my deep sheath swallowed his full length.

  He gasped, his hands hungrily fondling my breasts and kneading my taut nipples. I gave myself a second to adjust to his enormous size, but he was impatient. He bucked up his hips to thrust into me, stretching me. I pressed a hand firmly on his hard chest and hissed, “My territory, my rules, and my moves.”

  This male was too unruly and arrogant to understand I was doing this purely for my own pleasure. He was merely servicing me. He would learn that, and I would ensure he learned it quickly.

  I rocked my hips atop him, gliding up and down his shaft, increasing and decreasing my tempo, testing the pace I would find most enjoyable.

  I clenched my muscles around his cock as I moved up until only the tip of him was inside me. I tilted my hips, letting his crown rub against my most sensitive spots, until I was close to the peak.

  I moaned as I slammed back down to the base, grinding myself against him, the friction and the sound of flesh against flesh igniting me from the inside out. I shivered as an unimaginable wave of raw delight rained down on me.

  He pinched my nipple and an inhuman groan tore through me.

  I twined my fingers around his hand and guided it to my clitoris, pressing his fingers against my engorged nub. Under my guidance, the Angel rubbed at my sweet spot and I knew my climax was close.

  He curled up his body, his face inches from mine, clearly expecting me to kiss him, but I used my free hand to push him back down to the floor. Kissing required emotions, which I couldn’t spare on anyone.

  I wanted a quick, hard fuck, and then I would move on.

  I accelerated my pace, pleased with my speed and strength. I fucked him harder than the leopard had fucked his female.

  Fucking a stranger meant you didn’t have to care about their needs. You only took care of yourself.

  The male beneath me gave a rough, wild grunt and then he pounced.

  He broke our joining, and I wasn’t fast enough to prevent it. I doubt I could have if I’d tried—he possessed speed and strength I had no memory of ever encountering.

  I bared my teeth and snarled in frustration. My orgasm had been so close.

  “How dare you?” I shrieked, but my words were drowned out as he flipped me over.

  He bent me onto a console, nudging my legs open wide enough. Gripping my hips in his strong hands, he thrust into me, his hard cock slamming into my tight channel. The intensity of my vulnerability built in me, the sensation of his relentless pounding igniting a wildfire of bliss inside me.

  “You treated my cock without care,” he growled. “Now’s my turn to fuck.”

  Refusing to be my tool, the Angel plunged into me, burying himself deep in my pussy.

  I expected pain, vowing if he hurt me I would make him pay dearly, but it was all pleasure.

  We fit perfectly. It was like his cock was custom-made for me.

  He favored long thrusts, keeping his full length in me. Since that didn’t slow down his speed or reduce my pleasure, I didn’t correct him.

  As surprised as I was, his dominance heightened the sensation.

  His hands cupped my breasts, caressing them. He bent over me, his lips tracing along my neck. I did not require that. I needed no sentiment. All I wanted was quick, hard thrusts from his cock, but his sensual lips, growing aggressive and possessive, burned me with his wild passion.

  The Angel had flame in him, and it promised to incinerate me.

  I was an ice witch who had thrown herself at that flame.

  “Give me all you have, Angel,” I demanded. “Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before.”

  “I’ve fucked before,” he grunted, “but not like this. Now brace for what you’ve asked!”

  6

  The Angel

  The mortal female fucked like an animal. She fucked as if there was no tomorrow. As if she wouldn’t wake up to see the light and this was her last time.

  I had bedded many who were wild, but none as wild and savage as this one.

  This feral beauty rammed her hips back toward me and moved with me in savage rhythm.

  She was fucking me back.

  And I had never fucked with such abandon, driven by mindless lust.

  I didn’t even know her species or her name.

  Angels were both a refined and savage race.

  But we weren’t beasts.

  Yet I drove into her with ferocity. The witch had burned my tender elegance to ashes and reduced me to a barbarian I barely recognized. The burning need inside me told me if I didn’t fuck her to the end, I’d die of starvation.

  For the first time in my immortal existence, I was in the grip of pure lust and nothing else mattered. Amid the frenzy, everything else—my ship, my mission, my crew, and my identity—was forgotten.

  The lust was rain and storm and wind and flame. It was beyond even the control of an Archangel.

  So I thrust and thrust. Even with an angelblade against my throat, I’d still fuck her, raw and hoarse and delightful.

  The witch’s erotic moans fueled me more. Her hand gripped the edge of the console; her free one moved backwards in an attempt to tear my uniform off.

  Too late for that.

  I wouldn’t stop drilling in her just to remove my clothes at her whim. My cock was locked inside her heated channel. And that was all I cared about.

  Waves of pleasure crashed onto me.

  The shore loomed near.

  Soon we would both achieve orgasm. I thrust into her vehemently. Angels were a warrior breed. We were born with vigor and great speed. In bed, we could satisfy our females to no end.

  After a few more thrusts, I would come, and then I would place her on the console, hook her legs over my shoulders and fuck her again as I feasted on her breasts and her lips.

  I wanted to see her eyes for the next round.

  The witch stopped slamming back at me, her nails raking over my thighs to stop me from moving in her.

  Ice streamed from her, and she hissed.

  At the same time, my Archangel High Sense flared, warning me of great danger.

  I stilled and listened.

  I was one of the best Angel trackers because of my hypersensitive awareness. I was especially attuned to dark, evil power, which wa
s one of the reasons High Prince Seth had chosen me to hunt down the Dark Lord. I would sense evil when it was close.

  Right now, I felt peril and a sinister power creeping toward us.

  7

  The Witch

  We were being watched. Others couldn’t feel it, but I was the great Wickedest Witch.

  I tried to brush aside the foreboding feeling so I could finish fucking. I was so close to climaxing.

  Silence strained around us.

  No insects were making noises, no birds were chirping, and no animals were shuffling between the cannibal trees or yowling in the distance. The wind didn’t stir; only the chill spread, a chill different from the coldness of my ice.

  I had overstayed my welcome. If I kept trying Akem’s patience, his immense power would trap and swallow me inside his dark, impenetrable web like a tiny ladybug.

  Was Akem jealous that I was having a little fun? Did he merely want to watch me fuck but not have satisfaction? He was obsessively curious about me, and I often used his fixation to my advantage when I explored his domain.

  He was moody today. A ship had crashed into his jungle instead of the old arena in the City of Nine. I wasn’t foolish enough to test the mercurial ancient entity and suffer his wrath in his realm.

  I stiffened, and the male who had been pounding me from behind also paused. We were still locked. Neither of us wanted to break the connection, even though we’d both sensed danger.

  A flying lizard with an owl’s hairy face perched on the shattered window of the wrecked ship. Akem’s messenger stared right at us.

  My heart beat in fear and panic.

  Uttering a curse, I tore myself from the Angel. The ship started rocking as an outside force slammed into its hull.

  “What the fuck?” the Angel roared in alarm and rage. “Who dares?”

  But he was wise to swiftly shove his heavy erection back into his trousers and dive for his sword encased beneath the console. He unsheathed it, and ancient runes shone on its sharp blade.

  The saber looked similar to the angelblade carried by Kaara Nightshades, my general.

  I blinked. Did the two somehow have a connection? I had no time to muse on that.

  I hoped the Angel was good at wielding it when needed.

  I pulled my panties and leather shorts back up, my sex throbbing from the empty ache. Lust still coursed through my blood.

  “Run and follow me if you want to live.”

  My ice spear reappeared in my hand, but I wasn’t going to stab at the Lamashtu that blocked the door. He struggled to stick his scaled head in. The Angel, however, charged toward Akem’s giant with his long sword.

  “Kill the Lamashtu and you’ll never get out of the jungle in one piece,” I said.

  The Angel hesitated and glanced at me, then followed me out of the shattered cabin window where the lizard had watched us fuck.

  The Angel knew to survive was to adapt, so he wasn’t all that hopeless.

  He dragged his broken wings behind him awkwardly and landed behind me.

  8

  The Angel

  I had no qualms about slaying the ten-foot-tall Lamashtu. I’d killed more ferocious monsters on planets marked as Angels’ hunting grounds, but the witch’s cold, firm words stopped me.

  As a native, she had to know this planet better than I did. Ages of breathing on the battlefield, alien planets, and deep space told me it wasn’t the bravest and strongest that always prevailed.

  My companion called to the flying lizard before it flew away, “This one is mine. Go tell your master I’ve claimed him as my slave.” She then looked into the Lamashtu’s luminous, hungry eyes. “Go find your snack elsewhere.”

  She challenged him but didn’t attack him. Instead, she swung herself out of the broken window, lithe as a feline. I stared at her ass and bare thighs in appreciation.

  I squeezed through the opening after her.

  “Why do you dress like that?” I asked with a frown as I landed behind her. She should have worn something more modest.

  “To distract when I kill,” she said. “And how I dress myself is none of your business.”

  “Many uncouth males could attack you.”

  “Like how you attacked me?” she sneered.

  “You started it.”

  “That’s why you’re still breathing.”

  I snorted. The witch assumed she could take down an Archangel. Then again, she had iced my ass over inside my shuttle.

  I wouldn’t give her a chance to do that when we got into a fight again.

  The Lamashtu came around, charging at me with brute force. It was no different than fighting a bull for sport. The witch didn’t want me to kill that giant thing, but I was pissed. No one should disrupt an Angel when he was fucking.

  I flapped in the air, my leg shooting out, connecting with his face. The Lamashtu staggered back, yowling in rage, and I heard the crack of a bone. Nice. That thing wouldn’t know how to fix a broken nose. And that was his punishment. But it might not matter much to the giant, since he was already ugly enough.

  “What did I tell you, slave?” the witch hissed. “Leave Akem’s creatures alone if you want to get out alive.”

  “I wasn’t killing him,” I said. “But he needs to learn some manners.”

  “You want a monster to be polite to you?”

  “That would be a nice start.”

  She snickered unkindly.

  Two more Lamashtu appeared behind a two-headed black hellhound. The hellhound bared his fangs, drool dripping from his jowls. I wasn’t sure if he was drooling over me or the witch, but he wasn’t going to get either.

  I retrieved an energy gun from my belt. The blast would take care of them all.

  But suddenly I was worried. If I missed one, the beasts could lunge at the witch and hurt her. When had her wellbeing become more important than anything else? I shook my head. Now wasn’t the time to sort out my confused feelings. I needed to fly her to safety first, if my wings were willing.

  I didn’t want her to get even a scratch.

  I spread my wings, but they didn’t obey my command. This was worse than I’d thought when my shuttle had crashed.

  “Run to a safe place,” I told her. “I’ll keep them engaged and finish them off, and then I’ll come find you.”

  The witch ignored me and threw her hands up. A storm of ice surged toward the hellhound and the Lamashtu and slammed them backwards.

  “Disobey me again and I’ll leave you here,” she said, and ran.

  She was surprisingly fast, but it took me only a few more seconds to outrun her.

  The giants and hound had recovered and rolled to their feet. They gave chase, gaining on us.

  I swept the witch into my arms and swung her over my shoulder.

  She kicked my thigh, but I bound her feet. I only needed to take care of that ice spear of hers if it popped out. “I’m faster,” I said. “So I’m doing the running for both of us. If you want to get out of here, give me directions.”

  “Turn left!” she called. “Fallen tree ahead!”

  I leaped over the branches three feet from the ground with ease and grace, even with the inconvenience of my limp wings.

  “Left. No, right! Away from the poison fog!” she yelled, panic-stricken.

  “Make up your mind,” I grunted, and turned right between two trees just as a trickle of red mist landed on my right arm and part of my wing.

  The witch screamed, but it was I who felt the blasting pain. I leaped ahead, narrowly missing the fast-drifting fog. I looked over my shoulder after I put some distance between us and the red fog, and saw a flock of my shining feathers wither and drop from my wingspan. The acid fog had also burned through my sleeve and peeled off the skin on my left arm.

  Angels had the gift of fast healing, but it would still take an hour or two.

  The fog dashed toward us.

  I cursed as I ran away from it at maximum speed.

  “Are you hurt?” I asked.


  “I wouldn’t be if you had moved away in time!”

  I was resentful at my losing feathers. Her ingratitude wasn’t helping either. If I were someone like my High Prince, I would have dropped her. But I was one of the nicer Angels, so I contained my temper and kept my silence as I sprang.

  As soon as I spotted a brighter area ahead, I knew we had reached the outer edge of the jungle. Yet danger was far from over. With my super hearing and sight, I spied a horde of mixed species waiting in ambush at the outskirts of the forest.

  “There’s a surprise party out there,” I told the witch. “Friends or foes?” But I already knew the answer from her tensed body on my shoulder.

  Behind us, the freaks were still pursuing us.

  “Let me down,” she ordered. “And get ready for battle, Angel!”

  “Have they all come for your blood?” I asked as I put her down. “What have you done to piss them off?”

  “You’ll defend me with your life!” she said, racing beside me.

  “Let me know who I am defending.”

  “I’m Fiammetta—the greatest, Wickedest Witch in the universe.”

  I almost said, “If you’re that great, you probably won’t need me to defend you with my life.” But I was a gentleman, so instead I asked, “You won’t protest if I kill that lot ahead?”

  “Kill them all if you can. They aren’t Akem’s creatures, so we won’t affront him.”

  “Who’s this Akem that even you, the greatest, most terrifying witch in the universe, is terrified of?”

  Fiammetta glared at me before glancing over her shoulder at the swiftly approaching red mist.

  “If the fog gets onto us, it’ll kill us,” she said.

  A morsel of it had withered a fraction of my splendid feathers. I would demand she explain its origin later.

  “You do realize we’re sandwiched?” I asked. “Since you don’t want me to kill the Lamashtus and the hound, it’s going to tie my hands.”

  “We’ll break through the east side of my enemies’ defense,” she said. “I’ll cover our scent and direct Akem’s pets to the Kruid cannibals and other gangs.”