Free Treats for Trixie by Marteeka Karland Page B

wept with need, her nipples tightening to the point of pain. Without realizing it, Trixie rubbed her breasts against his chest, seeking relief for her throbbing peaks.
    She wasn’t. Unfortunately, the pull of his magick combined with hers was too seductive to ignore. The cat in her loved the electric charge. The familiar in her demanded she submit to the needs of the warlock who’d claimed her. It all added up to her being helpless to do anything other than what he wanted.
    Trixie looked up at him, the powerful lust making her braver than she had a right to be. “What would you do to me?” Her voice was throaty, sexy. She’d never known she could sound like that, like a sex kitten rather than a mystical partner to any witch or warlock. And did she really want to know the answer to that question? She’d heard of Forrest taking women—and men—to his dungeon to use as his playthings. Some of the familiars in her den whispered of the naughty, wicked things he’d done to their bodies, often comparing tales. One woman had told of how he’d restrained her in a stockade, alternately whipping and petting her entire body until she’d zoned out. She’d described it as the ultimate euphoria, a state where the pleasure and pain mingled so sharply she’d needed both to maintain the effect. Then he’d plunged his cock inside her, fucking her until she screamed his name, begging him to take her again and again. Could Trixie really handle something like that?
    Instead of answering her, however, Forrest merely looked her over as if sizing her up. “Rumor has it you’re a virgin.”
    She shrugged, trying to pretend it didn’t matter. In reality, she was deeply embarrassed by that fact. Several familiars and warlocks had expressed interest in her, but, upon finding out she was unpracticed, chose not to bother. “So? Everyone has to start somewhere.” The feel of power spiraling through her must be making her drunk because she added, “Afraid you won’t measure up in the future?”
    Instead of an outward explosion of male outrage or, worse, telling her he’d likely forget her before she did him, Forrest merely gave her a satisfied smirk. “I’ll chance it.”

Chapter Three
     
    Seeing into another’s mind was a tricky and erratic thing. Even the most powerful warlocks or witches could only do it under certain circumstances, and only if the target was closely connected to them in some way. Forrest could see every single erotic image fluttering through Trixie’s mind, and it intrigued him on every level imaginable. Every single one of those things turned her on, her scent now sharp and oh, so sweet. There was a small sliver of apprehension, but he knew it only served to turn her on even more. He’d have to be careful with her, but he was definitely going to have her, make her his in every way.
    Needing to prove to her he was not only in control, but that he knew what he was doing where she was concerned, Forrest leaned into her fully, finding her lips with his, but not taking them.
    “I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing, little Trixie,” he growled against her lips. “When I’m done, you’re never going to want to leave my dungeon. Or my bed.”
    Trixie shivered, her body quivering against his. This was more than a virginal response. Could she be the very woman he’d been looking for his entire adult life? The magickal response certainly seemed to be there. Even now, the night before Halloween when his magick was surging brighter than any other time of the year, he could tell a difference when her own mystical energy touched his. A huge difference. It was as if they were in perfect harmony with each other, each feeding off the other. The sparks were so sharp and bright that several patrons glanced in their direction. Warlocks looked at him with envy while familiar kind gave her a dismayed look. Apparently, everyone was just as surprised as he was to find a virgin fit his magick so perfectly. His