The Hunt
Three Weeks After Hers to Keep
Talonhadn’tbeenableto get that godsdamned witch off his mind since the night he’d met her two weeks ago in a seedy bar off the Strip.He’d fucked her hard and dirty against the wall in the alley out back, tossed his condom in the trash, and walked away without a backward glance, as usual.The only trouble now was that he kept smelling her and feeling her all the time, like a fucked up ghost haunting him.She’d clearly bewitched him, only he couldn’t figure out how.
“If you’re not going to pay the slightest bit of attention, I don’t need you guarding me,” Emil said in an annoyed tone.His boss was always testy on Mondays—due to having to drop his newest conquest at home after spending all weekend bending her over every horizontal surface—but he was even more so today.They were inspecting the construction site of Emil’s latest giant casino project, standing out in the arid desert air.Merfolk always turned nasty when they got too dry.He passed his boss a bottle of water and tried to pay better attention.
It wasn’t as if someone was likely to attack them.They’d left most of that bullshit behind in Macau when they’d relocated to Las Vegas.Plus, they were in good with the ruling family since Emil had taken up with his delicious sex witch.She was a good friend of Mariana Reyes, who ran this city now, and that meant they were pretty protected.
Talon wasn’t sure anything in Vegas would dare threaten Emil, never mind his army of guards.Still, the man paid a hefty sum for Talon and the others to watch his back.
The problem was that, since burying himself in that witch, Talon was having sex flashbacks in the middle of the day—damn good ones—when he was supposed to be working.He could almost feel her riding his dick, her gorgeous body slick and supple.
Fuck, now he was hard again, just thinking about her.His libido had always been a lot—he was a satyr after all—but since his night with her, he’d been particularly unhinged.Hard and aching almost constantly.He needed her again like a sickness.
The worst bit was he didn’t even know her name, never mind how to find her again.He never got their names.She had been a warm, willing hole to plow when he was in need.That was all.It had been decades since he’d even bothered to buy someone a drink before a hookup.Which made the fact that he couldn’t get her off his mind so fucking strange.
“Talon, you’re on my last fucking nerve,” Emil snapped.“Go stand on the street.Send Cartos back.”
He stomped off the construction site to where the towering minotaur was posted up, feeling humiliated and trying to figure out how he was going to find an anonymous witch he’d picked up at a random bar.Because the cure had to be getting inside her again and working all of this out in the most carnal way possible.It was the only thing that made sense.
Talon searched every filthy crevice of Las Vegas for another couple of weeks before he found her.He stood at the bar of an extremely noisy club, sucking down his overpriced drink and watching her shimmy on the dance floor.She was exactly as stunning as he had remembered.
She danced with two other witches, a man and a woman, and they were all intimately familiar with one another if all the rubbing and kissing between them was any indication.He didn’t give a single shit about either of the others.
The object of his attention was the star of the show they were putting on.She wore the tiniest pleated skirt and had legs about a mile long that had felt like heaven wrapped around his ass.Piercings in her brows, nose, and labret glittered with purple gems.He knew from personal experience that she had matching hardware in her bellybutton, nipples, and clit.
Her black hair was shaved close on both sides of her head with the long crest braided down to the small of her back.Her flirty smiles were enough to drive a man to distraction so he wouldn’t even notice he was falling into the endless indigo pools that were her eyes until he was already drowning in them.
She was a fucking siren, and his boat was done for.
Talon set down his drink and crossed the dance floor with quick steps, moving people who got in his way aside with no trouble.He slid in behind the temptress and wrapped an arm around her to pull her close.She startled in his grip and looked back over her shoulder.By her expression, she was not at all surprised or upset to see him.
Her lips curled seductively as she rubbed her very fine ass against him.“Was wondering when you’d coming sniffing around again.Felt like our business wasn’t finished.”
“It’s not.”She didn’t resist when he pulled her away from the undulating bodies around her and into a dark bathroom.
He was balls deep in her again before either of them said anything else.Her hands were pressed to the dingy tiled wall, fingers curled as if she was trying to hold on while he railed her from behind.
Gods, she felt amazing, exactly as good as he remembered.Her sultry cunt enveloped him perfectly.
“It’s not going to be enough,” she said between panting breaths.
He gripped her hair and turned her head so she looked at him.“What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen that look before.You’ll be back.”She grinned back at him.“Next time I’ll make you beg for it.”
He growled and squeezed the back of her neck until she squeaked, the jackhammering of his hips never pausing.“Sweetheart, only one of us is going to be on their knees, and it’s sure as fuck not going to be me.”Before he knew what he was doing, he spoke the words of the most foul hex he knew in his native tongue, his magic lashing out to sink into her.
He’d expected resistance—she was more than a match for him—and there was a pause as if in contemplation, but then the weave of his spell snapped shut around her.He withdrew from her quickly and smacked her on the ass.
“What the fuck?”she snarled.“Get back here and finish what you started.”
He pulled off the condom and tucked his still throbbing cock away before zipping up.“Nah, our business is finished after all.”At least until she managed to find him and convince him to undo the hex.
The Curse
Two weeks later
