exhausted, her nipples still grew hard. "Relax. Let me have what I need."
"Of course, baby." Compliant, she wrapped her legs around him, giving him deeper access. "I'm all yours."
"Yeah, you are," Finn said.
He waited for the change to happen.
There it was. A tiny light shimmered in her eyes like a rare diamond. Her face turned a deep red, darkening the rose color he'd admired earlier.
"What's happening?" Her breath came fast, but not from desire or lust. He could feel the heat tearing through her skin as his spell took effect. "What is that?"
"Nothing, sweetheart," Finn grunted, almost unable to get the words out.
His moment was so close.
"It's…it’s burning me." She opened her eyes wide and pushed against him. "Stop. You're burning me."
"Never, darling," Finn said. "I'm just taking your energy. Don't fight it."
With that, he placed his hands around her neck and squeezed.
The orgasm ripped through him as he placed his lips on the white light coming up from her open mouth. He sucked in the heat of her sex, letting it ripple through his system and filling a part of him that never felt good except during the combined act of sex and killing.
Finn rolled off her, shoving the body away now that he was done. His heart slowed little by little as he let euphoria seep into his being. Literally, tasting someone's sexual energy, taking it from them--he could live on that feeling for months.
So much better than the vanilla sex he usually had to settle for.
But that was the way. He'd learned a long time ago to use the spell only every now and then. Otherwise, too many dead girls could cause suspicion, bring unwanted attention to the Spark name. He'd tried to cast the sex spell and not kill, but that never worked. The kill was the cherry on the top of the cake.
Delicious.
The thought made Finn grin.
The knock at the door wiped the grin away. Finn sat up and surveyed the area. Had they been too loud?
Damn, here he was with a dead body and no place to put it for the time being. He hoped it wasn't Marla's boss looking for her. And just how many people on the hotel staff knew she was assigned to clean his room?
Maybe he'd been a bit hasty.
While he hashed out what to do, the knock came again.
Throwing a sheet over the dead maid, Finn got up and closed off the bedroom from the little parlor in the room. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, making sure to stuff the maid's clothes under the couch for the time being.
"Just a second," he called and looked around the room.
Everything in its place, he thought before peeping through the keyhole.
Jacqueline Huston stood on the other side of the door.
What could she want? Nervous, he pasted a smile on his face and opened the door.
"Hi," she said, looking uncertain. "I hope this isn't a bad time."
Couldn't be worse, he thought, but managed to keep the smile on.
"I was just getting dressed." He felt vaguely pleased when her eyes took in his muscular chest. "Come on in. Would you like a drink? The hotel has a great liquor cabinet in the room."
"No, thanks."
He grabbed his shirt from the chair where he'd stripped it off and kept his fingers steady while working the buttons. His mind raced.
What the hell did she want?
"I wanted to talk about the Brotherhood." Jacqueline saved him the trouble of asking. "I want to know what they are planning for Toby."
"I see." He nodded. "You want to know what you're up against."
"Actually, I have a pretty good idea about that," she said. "What I wanted to know more about is a particular wizard. One called Gwydion."
Finn frowned.
Gwydion was one scary son of a bitch. Merciless and cunning. That's what everyone in the wizarding world said. Even his father acted like the man was someone to fear. He figured it was Gwydion that ordered his father to bring Jacqueline to the Brotherhood and authorized the killing of Toby and Gabe.
"I've never met the guy," Finn admitted. "The stories about him are legendary though. He's old. No one
"Of course, baby." Compliant, she wrapped her legs around him, giving him deeper access. "I'm all yours."
"Yeah, you are," Finn said.
He waited for the change to happen.
There it was. A tiny light shimmered in her eyes like a rare diamond. Her face turned a deep red, darkening the rose color he'd admired earlier.
"What's happening?" Her breath came fast, but not from desire or lust. He could feel the heat tearing through her skin as his spell took effect. "What is that?"
"Nothing, sweetheart," Finn grunted, almost unable to get the words out.
His moment was so close.
"It's…it’s burning me." She opened her eyes wide and pushed against him. "Stop. You're burning me."
"Never, darling," Finn said. "I'm just taking your energy. Don't fight it."
With that, he placed his hands around her neck and squeezed.
The orgasm ripped through him as he placed his lips on the white light coming up from her open mouth. He sucked in the heat of her sex, letting it ripple through his system and filling a part of him that never felt good except during the combined act of sex and killing.
Finn rolled off her, shoving the body away now that he was done. His heart slowed little by little as he let euphoria seep into his being. Literally, tasting someone's sexual energy, taking it from them--he could live on that feeling for months.
So much better than the vanilla sex he usually had to settle for.
But that was the way. He'd learned a long time ago to use the spell only every now and then. Otherwise, too many dead girls could cause suspicion, bring unwanted attention to the Spark name. He'd tried to cast the sex spell and not kill, but that never worked. The kill was the cherry on the top of the cake.
Delicious.
The thought made Finn grin.
The knock at the door wiped the grin away. Finn sat up and surveyed the area. Had they been too loud?
Damn, here he was with a dead body and no place to put it for the time being. He hoped it wasn't Marla's boss looking for her. And just how many people on the hotel staff knew she was assigned to clean his room?
Maybe he'd been a bit hasty.
While he hashed out what to do, the knock came again.
Throwing a sheet over the dead maid, Finn got up and closed off the bedroom from the little parlor in the room. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, making sure to stuff the maid's clothes under the couch for the time being.
"Just a second," he called and looked around the room.
Everything in its place, he thought before peeping through the keyhole.
Jacqueline Huston stood on the other side of the door.
What could she want? Nervous, he pasted a smile on his face and opened the door.
"Hi," she said, looking uncertain. "I hope this isn't a bad time."
Couldn't be worse, he thought, but managed to keep the smile on.
"I was just getting dressed." He felt vaguely pleased when her eyes took in his muscular chest. "Come on in. Would you like a drink? The hotel has a great liquor cabinet in the room."
"No, thanks."
He grabbed his shirt from the chair where he'd stripped it off and kept his fingers steady while working the buttons. His mind raced.
What the hell did she want?
"I wanted to talk about the Brotherhood." Jacqueline saved him the trouble of asking. "I want to know what they are planning for Toby."
"I see." He nodded. "You want to know what you're up against."
"Actually, I have a pretty good idea about that," she said. "What I wanted to know more about is a particular wizard. One called Gwydion."
Finn frowned.
Gwydion was one scary son of a bitch. Merciless and cunning. That's what everyone in the wizarding world said. Even his father acted like the man was someone to fear. He figured it was Gwydion that ordered his father to bring Jacqueline to the Brotherhood and authorized the killing of Toby and Gabe.
"I've never met the guy," Finn admitted. "The stories about him are legendary though. He's old. No one
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