Chapter 15
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Kit
Kit never felt more out of control as he claimed Gentry’s lips. This wasn’t at all what he’d pictured when he thought to seduce the little computer geek. He’d thought a few soft kisses and rolling around on the bed would suffice to distract the computer geek while he felt her up for the Favor.
It’d been simple, easy in his head. A nice, slow seduction for an innocent woman who’d been locked up by the government for years. No harm done as he snatched his ticket for freedom and showed a beautiful lady a good time.
But then she had sucked on his thumb like a whore and he’d lost his goddamned mind.
Nothing felt slow or nice as he forced his tongue in her mouth and squeezed her plump little ass with his hand.
Every inch of him burned for her. It felt like she was the one controlling him, her soft tits and pussy grinding against him and making all his blood pump straight to his cock.
He felt close to insane, battling for the upper hand with absolutely no chance of winning.
She nipped his lip hard.
The slight pain gave him the clarity to remember why he was in this situation in the first place. He flexed his hand against her ass again, trying to discern whether there was a lump in her back pocket.
If only I knew sleight of hand-magic, he thought desperately, but then Gentry pulled his hair and he lost focus again. She was a fierce thing, far more active than Visha or any of the women he’d been with on their ‘off’ months. Most women seemed to like him in charge. Gentry made him fight for it.
Pickpocketing wasn’t a skill he’d picked up — his time on the streets of Skadra had been brief, and underage witches often were given food cards as part of the sanctuary programs — but somehow Kit managed to slip a piece of paper out of Gentry’s pocket.
He let it flutter to the floor harmlessly as he set her on the bed, her gorgeous silky black hair fanning against the white sheets.
Her lips were swollen from their kiss and her emerald eyes wild. Triumphant, Kit’s pulse picked up as he chose to straddle above her. This was a fantasy coming to life that he hadn’t realized he’d wanted. A wild romp with a wild girl.
He could leave now. Nothing was stopping him. The Favor was secure; all he had to do was get off the bed and claim it. There was no way she could overpower him in a fight, regardless of magic.
But he stayed, the lust overruling the slight bit of sliminess he felt. “Take your clothes off,” he breathed in her ear, his voice hard.
“Then stand up and watch,” Gentry purred back. She raked her nails through his shirt and he shuddered at the contact.
Holy fuck, she’s perfect. Kit settled back and almost couldn’t believe the show his little nerd put on. She arched her back in a sensuous stretch, the hem of her shirt riding up to reveal a smooth, sleek stomach. Just before he was about to demand more, she pulled her shirt off in one motion.
Her tits filled the satin cups of her bra far more than he anticipated, the white globes plump and perky. His dick threatened to mutiny when she slid her dainty hands up and cupped herself. She slipped her hands in and Kit’s world stopped. Literally.
The Favor mark on his left collarbone burned and he stumbled. He’d felt this way back at Mage Headquarters when Gentry had torn the first Favor.
“How?” he asked, his voice hollow to his own ears. Everything in his body screamed Obey. Fighting to draw a breath in, he looked down at the floor where the Favor should’ve been and was horrified to see an ordinary blank sheet of printer paper. He’d fucked up.
Smiling evilly, Gentry took her hands out of her bra to reveal a pink slip of paper punctured between her right index finger and thumb.
Never breaking eye contact with him, she smugly said, “Nice try with the seduction angle. Really. You can try it again for the next one. As for the Favor you need to fulfill, you will help me find and capture my father tomorrow.”
The Favor releasing him, Kit sucked in air. For a second, Gentry looked stricken at what she’d done, but she recovered quickly as she sat up straighter on the bed. A queen overseeing her servant.
“Oh, you can sleep on the floor this time too.”
The dismissal came swiftly as she turned the hotel room lamp off and turned onto her side.
Kit did as he was told.