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  Jack-O-Lantern: Warlock’s Eve

  Michelle Hoppe

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  Copyright ©2006 Michelle Hoppe

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  Dedication

  This one is for you, Lemon Twist. Thank you!

  “Don’t light those now,” Tricks hissed.

  “Why not?” Dominic blew out the lit match he was holding before it singed his fingers. “Candlelight is romantic. I thought you wanted to set the mood.”

  Tricks turned around to face the dark-eyed man standing near the altar. “Because it’s too soon. We must wait for Cade.”

  “Who the hell is Ca --” Dominic never finished. Without warning he was lifted from his feet and slammed against the wall as if thrown by invisible hands.

  “Do not question the priestess,” a deep male voice echoed along the stone walls of the burned out castle as the speaker materialized from thin air.

  Tricks dropped to her knees, her head bowed almost to the cold flagstone floor. “Cade,” she whispered.

  “Why is this piece of flesh here?” Cade demanded.

  “You… you said…” Tricks stammered. She kept her head bowed to avoid meeting his eyes.

  The sound of Cade’s footsteps screamed in her ears. He stopped inches from her face. “I said to bring a woman.”

  Cade’s right foot moved forward, sliding easily between her face and the floor. Tricks placed her lips on his boot in greeting. She kissed it before speaking again. “I brought him.”

  Pain shot through her head as Cade pulled her to her feet by the hair. Silent tears slipped from her eyes, several strands of her blonde tresses breaking off in Cade’s hand as he wrapped it tightly in his fist.

  “You dare to bring your human toy on Warlock’s Eve?”

  “It is time, Cade. He is ready.”

  Tricks knew she was treading on dangerous ground. Cade was a powerful warlock and even her exalted status as high priestess only gave her limited privileges.

  Cade’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Silence. I decide who is ready and who is not.”

  She waited for the blow, her eyes closed tight against the coming pain.

  Cade’s lips crushing against her neck sent a ripple of pleasure coursing down her spine. Tricks moaned.

  The pressure on her hair increased, her head pulled back, exposing more of her neck to his mouth. His tongue danced along her jaw, stopping to plunge into her ear.

  Tricks reveled in the pleasure he gave, knowing it would be fleeting. Punishment for her boldness in bringing Dominic was coming and the anticipation made her stomach flip.

  She could feel the heat building between her legs, now moist from his assault of her ear. She felt a tremor shake her body as Cade released her hair, pulling away from her.

  “Strip,” he commanded.

  With shaking fingers, Tricks unbuttoned the silk blouse, removing it from her shoulders and letting it slip to the ground.

  Cade wasn’t watching her. His eyes had returned to Dominic, still lying on the floor, knees drawn up in a fetal position.

  Tricks reached behind her back to release the clasp on her bra. Shrugging her shoulders to dislodge the straps, she let it fall to her feet.

  Cade’s eyes glanced at her full breasts, her nipples hard from the slight chill in the evening air. He seemed impatient as his hand shot out to grab the fabric of her skirt. With little effort, he ripped the delicate fabric from her body.

  Tricks was naked.

  “Stand up,” Cade commanded, pointing at Dominic.

  The man buried his head under his arm. Tricks could see him trembling.

  “I said, stand up.” Cade’s voice was deep, threatening.

  Once again invisible hands grabbed the man and pulled him to his feet. Dominic’s eyes reflected terror and he seemed unable to speak.

  “Remove your clothing,” Cade demanded, releasing the invisible hold on Dominic, causing him to stumble back against the wall.

  Cade turned to Tricks. “You are sure this is what you desire?”

  Tricks lowered her eyes, her head nodding in agreement.

  “Say it.”

  “Yes, Cade. This is the man I want.”

  * * *

  Dominic’s breath caught in his throat. His heart hammered loudly in his chest, causing his sides to ache. This has to be a joke, Dominic assured himself.

  He and Tricks had come here to fulfill a fantasy. Wild sex under a full moon on All Hallows Eve. Dominic had revealed to Tricks his desire to try anal sex, maybe even a little dominant/submissive play. He’d wanted to rekindle the spark in their marriage. Maybe even try a ménage.

  But, the deep male voice of the man Tricks called Cade didn’t sound as if it were joking.

  What the fuck is going on and what the hell is Warlock’s Eve?

  There had to be a logical explanation for something invisible tossing him around like a rag doll.

  There had to be a reason Cade called Tricks a priestess.

  There had to be!

  Or, I’ve died and this is hell.

  Dominic watched the scene playing out in front of him. Tricks stood naked, trembling slightly, yet challenging the forceful man standing in front of her.

  He’d been lifted from the ground, thrown against the wall and now Cade was ordering him to strip.

  “What the hell is going on, Tricks?” Dominic might not be in control, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to get naked until someone told him what the fuck was going on.

  “Do not make me repeat myself, human,” Cade growled, as he turned his attention back to Dominic.

  Staring into the handsome face of a devil made Dominic’s blood run cold. Cade’s eyes were the color of burnt charcoal. His face was striking. However, the cruel curl of his lips, his commanding stance and the darkness of his clothing did not instill comfort in Dominic.

  Dominic’s fingers felt like sticks of ice as he struggled to remove his shirt and pants. This has to be a gag. Tricks had arranged this because he’d mentioned trying a ménage. “That’s it,” Dominic said out loud as he stepped out of his jeans.

  “Silence.” Cade’s voice boomed as if fired from a cannon. “Do not speak unless you are given permission.”

  Dominic felt some of his fear fade away. Assuring himself this was all part of his wife’s plan to show him her willingness to experiment with their sex life, he bolstered his nerve and responded, “Sure thing, Cade. And since Tricks and I are both naked, perhaps we can fuck right --”

  Cade’s hand rose from his side, fingers stretched toward Dominic’s throat, cutting o
ff his words. Dominic’s feet lifted off the floor, his body now dangled by some unseen force.

  He felt the room around him spin, lack of oxygen making his vision fade. Dominic reached for the fingers on his neck, trying to pry loose the invisible hand choking the life from his body.

  “Cade, please.” Tricks had taken a step toward Dominic.

  The steel talons relaxed their grip.

  Dominic’s lungs gulped in air, a broken cough rasping from deep inside his chest. His feet still suspended, he opened his eyes to look at Tricks.

  Sending a silent prayer her way, Dominic willed Tricks to keep the beast at bay. This can’t be real, it can’t.

  “He doesn’t understand,” Tricks continued to speak, her voice low, soothing. “He knows nothing of our world, but he can be taught.”

  Like hell. I ain’t learnin’ a damn thing from some… some… whatever the hell that thing is. As he hung six inches from the floor, Dominic watched Tricks move to the altar. Striking a wooden match on the stone surface, she lit one candle after another until a soft glow filled the space around them.

  “He will come to worship you as I do.” Tricks returned to stand naked in front of Cade, her body shimmering with dancing light from the candles’ flickering flames.

  Not bloody likely, Dominic hissed in his subconscious, seconds before he felt his body floating toward them. His arms were like dead weights hanging at his side as his body twisted in mid-air until he was floating down, onto the cracked marble surface of the altar.

  * * *

  Tricks watched Dominic float toward the altar, his naked body glistening with sweat.

  “Priestess.” Cade held out his hand. “Let us show the human what happens to those who displease me.”

  “Yes, Cade.” Tricks walked to the end of the altar. She placed her hands on the cold stone next to Dominic’s feet. Locking her eyes with his, she smiled.

  “This has been a blast, Tricks, but I’m not really in the mood anymore.”

  “This isn’t a game, Dominic. Cade is a warlock. He has great power and I am the high priestess of his cult.”

  “Right. And you’ve kept this little secret from me for twelve years.”

  “I thought you wanted more excitement in our life.”

  “Oh, wait just a goddamn minute, Tricks. I told you I wanted to experiment with new ideas, not go crazy, believing in warlocks and joining a cult.”

  “It’s too late to back out now, Dominic.”

  His voice rose. “Like hell, Tricks. You tell your friend over there I’m done playing games. We’re going home.”

  Tricks knew she didn’t have time to convince him when a long whistle pierced the hushed night air around them. Cade had already signaled to his followers it was time to join them. Soon two dozen men and women entered the vast chamber, forming a perfect circle around the altar.

  Tricks stood proud, her back to Cade, a feeling of anticipation coursing through her body.

  The whistle of snapping leather split the air seconds before the lash landed on her back. Tricks sucked her lips between her teeth. There wasn’t much force behind the whip, but it stung.

  “Say it,” Cade commanded.

  Tricks felt a tingle of thrill ripple in her stomach. She relished the sexual tension this type of play created. “More,” she responded dutifully.

  Another crack sounded as the whip landed a second time.

  “Again.” Tricks felt the moisture building between her legs, the stinging of the leather combining pleasure and pain. She wanted more. She needed more.

  Tricks craved sex.

  Again, the leather snaked over her back.

  “Cade,” Tricks screamed.

  “Say it, Priestess.”

  Tricks felt moisture flood her pussy. “Please.”

  “Please what?” Cade demanded as the whip whistled through the air again.

  “Please fuck me,” she pleaded.

  Tricks bent at the waist, laying her head on Dominic’s legs, her lips planting small kisses on his flesh. The heat in her body was unbearable. Pushing hard against the stone table, she tried to inch her way to his cock.

  She couldn’t.

  Tricks waited for the lash to find her flesh again. Her eyes locked with Dominic’s.

  “I need you,” she whispered.

  “Why, Tricks?” Dominic snarled. “You lied to me.”

  “Would you have come if I had told you about Cade?”

  “Hell, no. This was supposed to be a night of romance, Tricks, not torture.”

  “It is not torture. I am so hot and ready, Dominic.”

  “Go to hell.”

  “Very touching,” Cade purred as his hand stroked between her legs. “The human found his backbone.”

  “Fuck you, Cade.”

  “Perhaps later, human.”

  Tricks moaned as Cade’s fingers plunged into her pussy. His tongue licked her back where moments before he’d applied the whip.

  Slowly Cade’s fingers pressed into her G-spot. Strumming back and forth until the small knot pulsed, her pussy muscles contracting hard.

  Her body reeled from the sensation of pleasure mixed with pain, her climax pushing to the surface. Tricks pumped her hips against Cade’s hand. “Harder,” she begged.

  Cade’s open palm landed on her ass. “You forget yourself, Priestess.”

  “Cade, please.”

  “Tell me what you want,” Cade demanded.

  “I want to come.” Tricks fixed her eyes on Dominic. “I need release, please.”

  Cade pushed up hard, pumping his fingers against her nub over and over again.

  Tricks felt the orgasm build. Her body burned with need. “Dominic,” she exhaled.

  * * *

  Beads of sweat had broken out on his body as Dominic watched the whip land on her naked body. This is a nightmare. I’ll wake up any second.

  But he knew when her lips touched his leg, it was no nightmare. He could feel her warm, sweet body on his skin.

  He watched as Cade began to finger fuck his wife, a knot of jealousy twisting in his gut. The look of pleasure on her face confused him. This woman he’d known for years actually seemed to crave the pain. She’d begged Cade to punish her more.

  Doubt began to cloud his mind. This was my idea. He’d told her he wanted to try new things, maybe it would help rekindle their lackluster sex life. Dominic decided he had to follow this through. She’d embraced his plan. He couldn’t let her down.

  As Tricks screamed her release, Dominic looked past her into the sex-crazed eyes of Cade.

  Still believing Cade was just some guy Tricks had hired to play a part, Dominic tried to relax. If this was going to be good, he needed to stop fighting them and get into the swing of this game. He still couldn’t figure out how they had pulled off the magic, but there had to be a logical explanation.

  Dominic closed his eyes, collecting his emotions. He felt something touch his cock. Tricks had collapsed onto his legs, her hand nowhere near his cock, so it wasn’t her stroking along the length of his rod.

  Looking up he saw a smile curl Cade’s lips and knew it was his unseen force stroking along his shaft.

  Fuck.

  The bastard. Dominic was beginning to believe he might have to re-think the warlock idea.

  A new sound filled the air. “Now what?” Dominic hissed.

  Soft whispers bounced off the cold stone walls, as the followers started undressing. Dominic had forgotten about all the other people who had watched the sexual encounter between Cade and Tricks. He realized the idea of an audience actually made him horny.

  Dominic held his breath. Cade was no longer in sight. Where is he? His eyes darted around the room, looking for him.

  He stood framed in a sea of flesh. Women slowly undressed him, planting kisses on every inch of skin as it was exposed.

  Men stood waiting. For what, Dominic was unsure.

  Tricks traced her finger around his jaw, bringing his attention back to her. He hadn’t n
oticed her movement.

  Her voice rose above the soft murmur of voices. “Followers of the Dark, prepare,” she intoned in a sing song voice. “On this, the night of Warlock’s Eve, I bring forth this man to join our family.”

  Dominic stared up at her face. She was more beautiful in the candlelight, evidently comfortable in her nakedness and he felt the stirrings of desire take hold.

  Tricks continued her chant, “Tonight we rejoice as we seek renewed strength and passion.”

  Dominic listened to her words. I could go for some passion.

  “Let fantasy take flight as we release Dominic from his human inhibitions.”

  Tricks looked down into his face, “Join us, Dominic.”

  “Yes, as long as we are talking about sex. I’m not into torture.”

  “You might find it pleasurable.”

  Before he could respond, Tricks stepped aside and Dominic was surrounded by others. Naked men and women began massaging warm oil into his skin, stroking over sensitive flesh until his fear faded and desire took hold.

  He strained to find Tricks in the dancing glow of fire light and shadows. She was standing beside Cade, watching as Cade’s cock was encased in the warm mouth of another woman. Her tongue licked her lips, leaving a moist coating, sending a tingle down Dominic’s spine.

  Cade’s eyes were fixed on Tricks as he folded her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Dominic lost sight of them as the crowd of people attending him thickened. More oil was applied to his skin, hands moving gently, until he could no longer concentrate on anything but the building desire for release.

  A hot mouth closed over his pulsing cock. “Oh, God,” Dominic moaned.

  More heads were lowered to his body. Tongues licked his nipples, lips sucked his inner thighs and fingers massaged his balls. Dominic’s body was on overload. Goosebumps popped out on his arms, a shudder snaked up his spine and moans of pleasure escaped his lips.

  As come began to move toward release, Cade’s voice issued the order to stop. His naked followers obeyed instantly.

  Dominic felt his body levitate off the altar. He floated above the heads of the others, descending to the floor at Cade’s feet. A soft mat of straw had been spread over a large area of the floor.