I feel her tense as the first smack of his palm meets skin. The man is a reaper I’ve come across before, Ronan. The little thing taking his hand looks like a fairy. Haven’t seen many of them in this dimension. But she looks to be enjoying herself. Her skin is a golden brown and long braids cover her breasts as she stands on her tiptoes. Her wrists are tied with approved rope, but it appears the Reaper is using magic to not strain her wrists.

Blair’s hand grips at my thigh as we watch.

“You aren’t counting for me, little fairy, should I add twenty more?” Ronan says.

“No, sir,” the small woman pants.

Smack. His hand meets her ass cheek again and I watch as her flesh reddens and she attempts to grind her thighs together to get some friction.

His hand cups her pussy as he tsks her. “I own your orgasms for the night, darling fairy. You need to be punished. Once you’ve taken your punishment, then I’ll decide if you get to come.”

Blair grinds her ass hard against my hardening dick and I groan.

“Do you like what you see, little witch?”

“I think so,” she says.

“I bet if I slid my fingers under this skirt, I would find you dripping wet.”

She nods her head in agreement, and I kiss the side of her neck.

“Remember, we’re here to play, but we’re also here to do a job. Keep your eyes and ears open.”

She nods her head again but continues to grind against me, both of us no longer paying attention to the couple in front of us. Except for the sound of him smacking her ass ricocheting in the small space, all I can do is feel the woman who is touching me. I need more.

“Are you ready to play, pet?”

“Yes,” she says. I grab her by the waist and place her on her feet. She’s a little unsteady as she stands and begins to walk. Right into a firm chest that isn’t mine. Hair rises on the back of my neck and I can feel the heat of flames wanting to escape from my palms.

“Oh, and what do we have here?” The large werewolf asks my witch.

I can tell that she’s really trying to be good and not speak to him. But when he grabs her wrist and looks at her bracelet, he sighs. “What a fucking shame. I could have rutted you to the next full moon.”

“Get your filthy fucking mutt hands off of me,” Blair says, snapping her fingers, which causes the werewolf to growl and clutch his hand to his chest.

“You fucking cunt,” he says in a voice that sounds more animal than human. I don’t think, I just grab him by the throat and hold him against the wall. His strength is nothing compared to mine.