Author: Jezebel Jorge
Date: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00
Keywords: spirits; absinthe; witches; pro wrestling; samhain; ring dreams; jezebel jorge; spells
Description: This is a Ring Dreams Snippet with two short stories and an excerpt from Desire. Stealing My Heart Wicked

Wicked Desires

A collection of Ring Dreams Snippets

by Jezebel Jorge

Copyright © 2012 Jezebel Jorge

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

These stories are dedicated to my awesome spirit guide Odessa.

Table of Contents

Wicked

Stealing My Heart

An Excerpt from Desire

A Message from Jezebel

About the Author

Wicked

What’s a witch to do?

Samhain– the most sacred, yet for Dinera DeFliehr, the most festive day of the year. As usual her husband of too many years to count was on the road, most likely spending his night screwing his twenty-year-old trollop.

The day she arrived in America as a fifteen-year-old bride Dinera placed a fidelity spell on him that had been impenetrable, at least until two years ago. The night he met the only witch powerful enough to counteract her spellwork.

Dinera sat in front of her vanity mirror naked, raking a brush through her long naturally auburn tresses. Despite looking damn good for thirty-four, his Odessa surpassed her European beauty.

It was as if William had stepped into a time machine to find a taller, lither version of what Dinera had once been. Longer hair, a more vibrant sheen of crimson, hanging all the way down to the curve of her tight little ass. Green cat eyes the color of polished emeralds. The trollop had firmer perkier breasts and six extra inches of height, giving her legs that just wouldn’t quit.

Dinera had curves and dazzling blue eyes the color of an iceberg melting in blistering sunshine. The very first words William spoke to her had been to compliment her eyes. Something about fearing that he could drown in their amazing depths of shimmering blue.

He had been quite the charmer back then and he’d been right to fear her power. Dinera was a DeFliehr witch from one of France’s most infamous families. Her mother had also married young, to a Romanian Prince. This union intermingled their royal and pagan bloodlines to make Dinera a witch of immense power.

If there had of been such a thing as American royalty, William Fletcher’s family would have ruled over The Crescent City. Yet, regardless of who they married, a DeFliehr witch never took the sir name of her husband.

His family’s First Street mansion, now that was another story. She’d taken control of that house the instant he’d carried her over the threshold. He’d been pussy-whipped since he’d taken her virginity on their wedding night.

At least until the trollop came along.

Dinera had never been averse to sharing, but not with someone who could match her spell for spell, and even best her on occasion. She cast William out of her bed the moment she realized Odessa had stolen his heart, right along with his dick.

It would be a very cold day in hell before he would be able to get her out of this house. That wouldn’t be happening until the day her ashes were returned to Europe.

Here it was, the day to honor the dead, and the only dead thing she had to honor in this country was the death of their martial vows. There wouldn’t be a divorce. His heart might belong to another, but he would be legally bound to her until his body was laid in the Fletcher crypt at the St. Charles Cemetery.

The only thing Dinera had given up on was William impregnating her with a girl child to carry on the DeFliehr name. All those loads of wasted sperm and all he’d given her was a son. She had given birth at seventeen and at the sight of the baby’s penis she’d turned him over to a nanny. Charles had grown into a teenage monster of a child. With no father around to teach him how to be a man, she doubted she would ever even get a granddaughter out of William’s less than attractive spawn.

Dinera stepped into a pair of white lace panties, selected a black bustier from her dressing room and called for her maid to fasten the many delicate pearl clasps running up the front. Normally she might have been aroused by the way Justine carefully squeezed her breasts into the rich silk fabric, pushing them up to make the most of her cleavage.

Justine stood a good five feet eleven in her uniform stilettos accessorized by fishnet stockings. Dinera always made the raven haired beauty wear a skirt so short it barely covered her butt cheeks. The twenty-something girl had mainly been hired as eye candy. She had less attractive servants to take care of the harder household chores.

With the bustier laced, Justine ran her hands over Dinera’s breasts as she admired her own image in the mirror. The white panties played up the pearls that would draw all eyes to the curve of Dinera’s breasts.

“Shall I pleasure you?” Justine asked.

Dinera’s mind raced back to the many times she had watched Justine take William’s cock in her mouth, sucking him until his body ached for release. After learning about Odessa, Dinera had refused to put her mouth on his penis or his lips.

While Justine sucked his cock, Dinera would lift her skirt and smack the girl's ass until Justine's pale backside displayed a pretty pink handprint. The dark side of her soul wanted the blows to cause Justine to slip up and take a bite out of William’s cock. Her body had other ideas because she couldn’t wait for Justine to take William right to the edge. Right to where his cock ached to be consumed my Dinera’s already wet pussy.

While Dinera rode William, Justine sat quietly in a corner masturbating and enjoying the show. After his release, William would lie back amidst the pillows and watch Justine pleasure Dinera, lapping up all his semen and making her scream with pleasure.

William’s cock was nice enough, she supposed. Not that she had a lot to compare it to since he was the only man she’d ever been with. She might have been a virgin in terms of male penetration on her wedding night, but she had enjoyed the pleasures of a female numerous times since that first curious experiment with a girlfriend on a weekend sleepover. Since that night she had always preferred a woman’s touch over that of her husband’s.

“Would you like me to pleasure you?” Justine repeated, already down on her knees ready to service her mistress.

As she should be, considering how well paid Justine was as a companion for hire.

“Not now, my lovely one.” Despite her kind words, Dinera roughly pulled Justine up by her ponytail for a brutal kiss. “I have business to attend to this evening.”

Dinera slid into a silk skirt and turned for Justine to fasten the zipper. Then she sat back down for her servant to lace her black calf length soft suede boots.

With that task completed, Justine asked, “Shall I call the car for you?”

“No, I’ll take the street car to the French Quarter.”

While Justine went into the closet to fetch her cape and purse, Dinera opened her jewelry box to retrieve her favorite necklace, a family heirloom. A pentacle pendent encrusted with rubies. She slipped the silver chain around her neck, and smiled with self-approval as the pendant fell just above the cleft of her corseted breasts.

The cape completed her ensemble with the rich blue velvet perfectly matched to her eyes lined with a shade of kohl that made them even more spectacular than usual.

“Will you be needed my services later this evening?” Justine asked, not daring to look Dinera in those mystical blue eyes.

“You are excused to go visit with your gentleman friend until I call for Jerome to bring the car for me.”

Dinera was well aware of Justine’s coupling with her young black driver. The girl had no idea that the large mirror directly in front of her bed was actually a one-sided window to a locked room on the other side of the wall.

There had been many a lonely night when Dinera had pleasuring herself while watching Jerome fuck Justin until the couple collapsed in sated bliss. She liked it best when he did her from behind. That position provided a most enjoyable view of Jerome’s long thick black cock slamming into Justine’s deliciously wet pussy.

Those vivid memories sent a surge of heat between Dinera’s legs. Maybe she would have to reconsider calling Justin to her bed later that evening.

Until then, it would have to be business before pleasure.

~ 2 ~

“Nice costume, lady,” a deviant teenager said.

Dinera simply smiled and accepted the compliment. Her outfit was no costume. She dressed like this every day of the year.

Maybe taking the St. Charles streetcar in the midst of the evening commute hadn’t been such a good idea. Except that she enjoyed the stares of both the men and women that perused her body with heat in their eyes. She almost felt sorry for these nine-to-five commoners making their daily trudge home from work.

It wasn’t as if being William Fletcher’s wife wasn’t a job. That house had been in a horrible state of disarray when she had first taken over the place. His money might have paid for the prime First Street property, but it was her inheritance that turned that old house back into a mansion worthy of being occupied by a DeFliehr witch.

The evening had begun its descent from dusk to darkness when Dinera got off the streetcar at the last stop in the French Quarter. Despite the rapidly fading light, she bought a bouquet of roses from a street vendor and fearlessly entered the St. Louis Cemetery.

Little things like muggers and street thugs meant nothing to a witch of her power. She strolled through the cemetery until she reached the ornately decorated Fletcher family crypt. Dinera placed the roses in a silver vase attached on outside wall.

She lit a white candle pulled for the folds of her cape and unlocked the door with a key dangling from a silver chain with another one of her pentacle amulets.

The heavy door creaked open and she stepped inside, scattering the wilted roses from her previous visit. Placing the candle on the floor, she knelt beside it to thank William’s parents, grandparents and great-grandparents for her New Orleans home. Although she had never personally met a single Fletcher enshrined in this crypt, she considered this people to be her only family on this side of the Atlantic Ocean.

As much as she loved her adopted home in New Orleans, on nights like this she ached to be back in her native Romania or her father’s French homeland. She knew her mother would be in Transylvania tonight sitting beside the grave of her father. DeFliehr witches were always cremated so there would be no ancestral graves of the omen kinfolk.

After paying her proper respects, Dinera left the candle to burn itself out in the crypt and carefully locked the door behind her. She looked up at the angel atop the crypt and wondered what William might be doing at that very moment with his beloved Odessa.

A good little witch would have packed up her bags and headed back to Europe. Dinera might be little in stature standing just above five feet tall. However, she was about as far from good as a witch could get. If this Odessa wanted William as badly as he claimed, then she was going to have one hell of a time pulling Dinera’s claws out of his back.

It wasn’t about love. It hadn’t been about love since the birth of that useless boy child. This was a magickal power struggle. No one took what rightfully belonged to her and in Dinera’s eyes William was her property, much like her First Street home.

On her way to the cemetery entrance Dinera encountered a group of teenage thugs. The night’s waning moon provided just enough light to illuminate the face of her own son. Fueled with anger she marched right up to him, yanking a can of beer from his hand and pouring it on the ground.

Her high heel boots gave her just enough height to smack his face. The blow wasn’t hard enough to hurt, just enough to make him blush with embarrassment. He’d inherited her pale complexion and red haired temperament, but he knew better than to talk back to her.

“How dare you disrespect your ancestry on the most sacred night of the year?” For further emphasis she smacked his other cheek. “If you are not home in your room in fifteen minutes you will not be leaving that room until Winter Solstice.”

“But Mom, it’s Halloween and we're just having fun.”

“It’s Samhain. The night the veil drops and we are closest to those who have passed over to the other side.” She looked around the group of boys. “This is the night the dead walk among us. Not a good night to be loitering in a cemetery, especially this one.”

Right on cue, an ear piercing wailing and keening cry filled the air. Dinera knew it was Mammam Merci, the city’s most powerful Voo Doo practitioner, visiting with her dearly departed husband.

Those boys didn’t, and even if they did, Mamman Merci’s magickal powers were strong enough to fill even the bravest and most rational person’s heart with fear. Wordlessly, they all rushed for the entrance to the cemetery.

“It’s straight home for you,” Dinera reminded her son.

She would have liked to have paid her respects to Mammam Merci, but Dinera knew the Voo Doo Priestess only wanted to converse with her husband’s spirit tonight. Every Samhain Mammam Merci held a twenty-four hour vigil by his crypt while someone else tended to her French Quarter shop.

Outside the cemetery gates she looked around for her son and his hoodlum friends, but they were not to be found. A police officer nodded to her politely and she gave him her most seductive smile.

“Thank you for watching over our loved ones tonight,” she said.

“Just doing my job,” he said. “We’ll have three officers here after the little ones finish their trick-or-treating and the real shenanigans get under way.”

“Please make sure no one bothers the little black lady sitting by her husband’s crypt.”

“Mamman Merci.” He smiled. “Her nephew is covering the overnight shift. He requested this position to keep an eye on her.”

“That’s good to know,” Dinera said. “Have a blessed Samhain.”

“You too ma’am.”

Ma’am… Did she look old enough to be called ma’am? Although the young officer probably thought he was being polite, Dinera threw open her cape to let it be noted that she wasn’t ready to be called ma’am just yet. She turned to walk away after noting the appreciation in his eyes as he took in her pushed up cleavage, slim waist and shapely legs.

That made her feel a little better as she walked to the front of the St. Louis Cathedral and paused for a moment to take in the building’s incredible majesty. William descended from a long line of devout Catholics. His relatives would probably be spinning in their boxes inside that crypt if they had lived to witness him marry a witch.

That Cathedral stood so impressive that Dinera would have willingly gone through with a ceremony of his faith, had his mother still be living when they were married.

She pulled her cape snuggly into place and stepped inside the church, stopping in the little shop off the entranceway to buy blessed candles from a nun. Stepping into the sanctuary always took her breath away. Whether one chose to worship a God or a Goddess this place just screamed holiness.

Dinera picked a quiet corner of the altar to kneel and light her candles. One for the deceased Fletchers, one for her father, one for every DeFliehr witch who had came before her, and one for her dearest friend.

Lois had been killed when her plane exploded in mid-air while en route to New Orleans on New Year’s Eve almost two years ago. With a chill slipping down her spine she lit the final candle to signify the death of her marriage to William Fletcher.

The only marriage vow she intended to honor would be ‘until death do us part’.

~ 3 ~

Dinera always came out of St. Louis Cathedral feeling like a coven of angels stood guard at her back. Ignoring the French Quarter revelers she slipped down a side alley and climbed the stairs to Mamman Merci’s shop. A store so exclusive there were no signs of advertisement or even a number on the third floor door.

She rapped on the door and waited for the attendant to request her personal password. No one entered Mamman Merci’s sacred domain without her advanced approval.

A deliciously melodic voice sang out, “Your name and password please?”

“Dinera DeFliehr,” she replied, before speaking her password in French.

The door flew open to reveal a busty woman with skin the color of a starless night with no new moon in sight.

“Blessed Goddess.” The woman smiled, revealing teeth as white as her skin shone black. “Ms. DeFliehr, it is my honor to be of service to you.”

With her crown of cornrows and a sliver of a red satin dress the woman looked like a Nubian Goddess straight from the pages of one of many mythology books that filled the DeFliehr / Fletcher library.

“Dinera,” she said extending her hand, “and you are?”

“Rosette, Mamman Merci is my great aunt and I’m here from Haiti as the chosen one to learn her craft.”

“What a fitting name,” Dinera said, still not releasing her hand. “For one as beautiful as a rose.”

“Thank you.”

Knowing that Mamman Merci never had a child of her own, Dinera had been well aware of the woman’s search to find a family member worthy of passing along all the secrets of her Voo Doo path. Her respect for the young woman instantly heightened. Mamman Merci would have taken her knowledge to her grave if she didn’t find this Rosette a worthy student.

“Would you like to join me for some Sangria and fresh pumpkin and banana bread?” Rosette asked.

No one ever just rushed in and out of Mamman Merci’s just to pick up a random necessity. A visit to her shop was a treat to all five senses.

“That would be just lovely,” Dinera said, following her over to a round glass table already set with a pitcher of iced Sangria, a choice of breads and fine china as place settings.

Taking a seat, Dinera said, “I generally prefer La Fée Verte, but on Samhain, Sangria is always my drink of choice.”

“Mammam said you would be coming tonight.” Rosette poured Dinera a glass of Sangria and added samples of both breads to her plate before taking a seat.

“There’s no taking her by surprise.” Dinera took a sip of Sangria, savoring the rich drink’s tangy flavor before cutting into her first taste of bread.

“You shouldn’t waste your energy burning another one of those black penis candles on your husband,” Rosette said. “If there is no love, there’s no use in being consumed by all that negativity.”

“She told you why I was coming, didn’t she?”

Rosette nodded. “Yes, I can sense all the negativity. It swirls around you like a tornado ready to tear across anyone who dares cross your path.”

“So, what do you suggest I do?” Dinera said.

“Let him go. Let him be with her. Those two are the ones that are truly in love. You don’t love him and you never have.”

Dinera almost choked on a bite of pumpkin bread and had to take a long sip of Sangria to formulate her response. “I took a vow to be with him until ‘death do us part’.

“Isn’t there a little something about love mentioned in those same wedding vows?”

Rosette’s dark eyes burned right into Dinera’s conscious, or what little conscious she had left.

“Mark my words.” Rosette shook her head, her cornrow beads rattling like wind chimes. “If you don’t let him go, you’ll destroy him by eating away at his sanity until he’s nothing but a shell of the handsome man he once was.”

~ 4 ~

“What are your plans for this night?” Dinera asked after finishing off the last of Rosette’s delicious breads.

“I would have liked to have joined Mamman at the cemetery, but I know she needs her personal time with her beloved,” Rosette said.

“Would you like to join me in invoking my ancestors to make a sacred plea?”

“Mammam has told me of your power and I would to honored to assist in your spellwork, provided,” Rosette gave Dinera a look that sent a shiver down her spine. “This has nothing to do with your William.”

“Not at all.” Dinera laughed. “If only my Charles had enough charm to lure a witch of his trollop’s power into his bed.” She took a steadying sip of Sangria, “Image a child of mine and Odessa’s bloodlines. The little red haired girl would be a force of nature.”

“So, you wish to cast an enchantment spell on your son to produce a DeFliehr heir?”

Dinera nodded, “ As slow as William is, I believe it will take several Samhain’s of spellwork with my ancestors to be able to carry out our bloodline.”

“He didn’t inherit any of his father’s charm or worldly ways?” Rosette asked.

“If I hadn’t given birth to him in my own bed I would have sworn my child had been switched with another.”

Dinera finished off her glass of Sangria before gathering the tools she would need, a red male figure candle and a female fertility candle.

“Do you want some of Mamman’s fertility oil for your candles?”

“But, of course.”

~~~

After gathering up their supplies, the two witches made their way to the rooftop terrace of Mamman Merci’s shop. This was where the ancient Voo Doo Priestess grew her special herbs and flowers in beds of dirt lining each wall. A trickling fountain brought a sense of divine peace, to her special meditation spot. In honor of Samhain, Mamman Merci had placed jack-o-lanterns in each corner of her rooftop oasis.

Rosette spread a scarlet cloth across the glass table where Mamman did readings for her most special of clients. She also lit a white protection candle along with some Jasmine incense and said a prayer in her native Haitian before taking a seat at the table.

Dinera unsheathed her athame and sealed their magickal circle, chanting in a combination of French and Romania that her mother had taught her as a small child.

With the circle sealed, Dinera sat down across from Rosette. She laid out her silver chalice engraved with DeFliehr and a pentacle before pouring some fertility oil in the antique cup. Then she carved her son’s name into the male figure and anointed it with a heavy dosage of oil.

“What are you doing?” Rosette asked when she saw Dinera start to carve a name into the female fertility candle.

“I want Charles to produce daughters who will mate with the sons of Billy Dalton. He’s such a handsome man and I adore his Lizzie. A mixture of our combined genetics is bound to produce a witch of immense power.”

“Tis not a good thing to be so specific in your desire.” Rosette grimaced as Dinera carved Dalton into the candle.

“This is defense of me and mine,” Dinera said. “I have to have a powerful red haired female heir to carry out the DeFliehr name.”

Using the protection candle, she lit the first of Mamman Merci’s special four elemental candles, “I call upon the power of earth for fertility.”

Dinera placed the green candle in its northern slot and embraced the yellow candle. “I call upon air to breath life into her womb.”

Next she took an orange candle, “I call upon fire to protect and sustain this new life.”

After placing that candle in the southern slot, Dinera used the protection candle to light the most powerful of the four elemental candles, blue for water, the essence of life. “I call upon water to instill a passion in their hearts.”

Dinera and Rosette joined hands as they called upon the Goddesses of their individual faiths to hear Dinera’s plea.

“Sacred Mother of us all, I come to you with an open heart asking that you grant my one and only desire, a red haired witch of extraordinary power. A little girl to carry on the DeFliehr bloodline. A child born from a union of my son’s offspring mating with the son of Billy and Elizabeth Dalton. May she have Lizzie’s beauty, Billy’s charisma, and my powers of a witch."

“And her mother’s strength and gumption, “ Rosette added. “I see Charles producing a woman child who will challenge all who dare to cross her, including yourself.”

Rosette squeezed Dinera’s hands. “Give Ms. DeFliehr the strength and grace to deal with this child. She’s going to grow up fast when she is ripped away from her mother at a very young age. It will take her many years to accept her own gifts and present the little redhead to Dinera as the heir to the family name.”

“Courtney…” Dinera said. “We shall name this girl child Courtney and she will mate with Billy Dalton’s eldest son to bear my grandchild.”

“Do you feel it?” Rosette asked?

“Yes,” Dinera agreed, as her blood ran cold. “William’s mistress is going to bear a child.”

“This is not good,” Rosette said, her voice shaking. “Charles must not mate with the child.”

“But, this little girl.” Dinera sighed. “With both mine and Odessa’s blood running through her veins, she would be a paranormal force to be reckoned with.”

“Her mind…” Rosette said, shaking her head. “She will be mentally compromised. This girl child will never learn how to control her powers.”

“She will be so beautiful, so special, so perfect--“

“No!” Rosette said. “You must do everything in your power not to allow her birth. What with the inbreeding and your and Odessa’s powers combined, why the child will lose her mind. Her gifts will destroy her.”

“Not if we find a way to reach her,” Dinera said. “Not if I send you to her as her mentor and teacher. Not if I take her as mine when she comes of age”

A sudden gust of wind swirled across the rooftop terrace, extinguishing all the candles.

“The Goddess has spoken.” Dinera stood, hugging Rosette. “I shall have two witches to call as mine. Two DeFliehr witches to carry out my family bloodline.”

“As it is willed, so mote it shall be."

THE END

Stealing My Heart

"Aah, Le Fée Verte." Odessa raised her crystal glass of absinthe to the door of the crypt that held her lover's remains. "Blessed Samhain, my beloved."

The St. Louis Cemetery wasn't exactly her idea of a romantic date, but Odessa had to make due with what she had. She'd lit enough votive candles to fill the Fletcher family vault with pure white light, thankful to have already imbibed in enough absinthe to quell any fears or doubts. Not even a raging thunder storm could deter her from spending this time with her beloved.

Before William had wound up here, she had loved to wander the old cemetery. How she'd enjoyed soaking up the histories of all the souls laid to rest among the beautiful statues and ornate mausoleums. Being a witch, she'd never felt any fear of those who've crossed over.

It was nothing to walk amidst the souls of those she hadn't loved. What bothered her was that William hadn't wanted to be laid to rest here. He would have preferred to have had his ashes strewn into the Mississippi river so his remains could have drifted down into the gulf and off to sea.

What a shame it was that she knew him better than his own wife. It wasn't fair that their handfasting hadn't held up to the legal vows he had exchanged with Dinera DeFliehr years before they had ever met. The woman hadn't even taken his name. That alone should have made it obvious that Dinera had seduced him only for his money and First Street mansion.

Odessa was the one who really loved Will and now not even in death would they be torn apart. She sat her glass down on stone floor and tossed back her long red hair. She'd gotten soaked traipsing through the rain. If not for the warmth of her cape, her lacy purple dress would have been ruined.

After another soothing sip of absinthe she untied the ribbon that laced the bodice of her dress. The satin fabric rubbed teasingly against her nipples as she loosened the black ribbon. She cupped her breasts with gentle caresses, remembering how Will's hands and then his mouth had felt again her pale flesh.

Odessa slowly shimmied out of the dress and kicked off her high heels to stand naked in all her glorious beauty. Those shoes hadn't been the most appropriate footwear for such weather conditions, but her relationship with Will have never been anywhere near most people's idea of acceptability.

Will had always loved her long legs in a pair of stilettos. On many a lazy afternoon he had bend her over his desk, taking her naked, but for a gorgeous pair of shoes. Her pussy throbbed with desire for the way his cock had always left her sated and full. She hadn't had a moment of such contentment since his death.

The cold marble floor of the mausoleum chilled her bare feet and sent a shiver through her spine. At least this was better than being locked away from her beloved and left out in the even colder rain. Even a witch of her immense power would have never been able to cast this spell without access to this inner sanctum.

Odessa lit the white and lavender laced protection candle from the flame of one of the candles she'd used to seal her circle of protection. Grasping her pentacle necklace, she kissed the green emerald that centered the circle. Will had given her the pendant because he thought the expensive stone matched the sparkle of her even greener eyes.

Tonight she also wore an old fashioned skeleton key on that silver chain. Thank Goddess for the key that got her out of the rain and inside the vault. It had been so easy to obtain from the cemetery caretaker. She'd only had to offer the elderly man a bottle of bourbon and a flash of her pale white breasts in exchange for access to the Fletcher family's finally resting place.

It hadn't been quite as easy to get the item she retrieved from her satchel and placed upon a makeshift altar. She felt her cheeks flush at just the memory of what she'd had to do to claim what should have been rightly hers.

Luckily, her best friend Carmella was a surgical nurse with access to the hospital's morgue and Will had signed up to donate his organs. Unfortunately, at least for those awaiting various body parts, Will's organs were deemed unsuitable for donation.

Odessa had just happened to be hanging out, okay stalking the morgue, waiting to have some alone time with her beloved-- Goddess knows his wifey wasn't about to let her anywhere near the funeral home-- when a not so responsible intern had been left in charge of the dead zone.

Her stomach churned just thinking about the things she let that boy do to her body. Those five minutes in that supply closet had been her own little dose of hell. Had it been worth it? She wondered. Yes, that horny intern got a quickie and she got what she had always wanted--William's heart-- sliced out of his chest and placed in a pretty blue Tupperware Bowl.

She popped the lid of the bowl and lovingly caressed what remained of Will's heart. Despite the herbal mixture and prime place in her refrigerator, the once beautiful burgundy mass had faded and withered. So unlike her love for Will.

"Oh, well." She sighed. "This has got to be done."

Odessa picked up her pearl handled athame and went into that quiet place in the very far corners of her brain. With her mind settled, she gathered her powers to surround herself in a vivid orange light. Most others used a white light. Not Odessa. The positive energies of orange always worked best when harnessing her powers.

"Mother, Father, Spirit," she sang in a clear trill. "I call upon you to light Will's path and show him the way. Bring him back to me, if only for one day."

She lit a brown candle placed beside a pentacle in the north most corner of her altar. "I call upon the earth to reignite his vitality with all the strength of Father Sun."

Next, she lit a yellow candle. "I call upon air to wrap his soul in the wind and carry him back to me."

Lighting a red candle, she said, "I call upon fire to reignite his passion."

Then it was the blue candle beside her crystal chalice. Her favorite because it reminded her of Will's eyes and the way she felt when they were upon her. "I call upon water to quench and sate our desires."

She took a sip of absinthe, thinking about how sweet it would be to once again drown in William's love. With a steady hand she lit the red candle of the two lovers with their bodies entwined in a waxen erotic embrace. No explanation necessary on that one.

Odessa watched the flame ignite and dance above the lovers. She and Will united again. Just as she'd done that miserably hot day when she'd procured his heart, Odessa took her athame and cut away a tiny bit of tissue in the shape of a cartoon heart.

How different, she thought, does the real thing look in comparison to the heart's imagery of love. Maybe it had been different when Will's heart pulsed with blood and kept a steady beat inside his broad chest.

She swallowed the tissue, chasing it with a large gulp of absinthe, and placed her lips against the cool black marble of his vault for an icy kiss.

"My beloved," she said, "please come to me tonight. Make love to me one more time."

Odessa sat down crossed legged on the floor, shivering when her bare ass met the cold stones. "This tomb would be much nicer if your ancestors had thought to install a fireplace."

She closed her eyes, envisioning the way Will would come to her tonight. How wonderful it would feel to be back in his arms. How much she wanted him back inside of her. Making her whole again.

Her body convulsed with sobs and tears ran down her face, running in rivulets streaming down her breasts in what she tried to imaging as Will's wet kisses. If this spell didn't work she knew with certainty that her only option would be to join him on the other side.

Odessa collapsed to the floor so weak with despair that she didn't have the will too try to get back to her feet. She closed her eyes, giving in to the nothingness that the absinthe always brought. If only she had the strength to reach for her cape. Will had always loved to watch her unclasp the cape and let it fall to the floor to reveal her nakedness. He used to tell her the mossy green velvet matched her eyes. How she wished she could once again twirl around in front of him, basking in his adoration.

Just when she knew she couldn't go on, she felt the cool embrace of one of her snakes slithering it's way up her leg. She cradled the beautiful black snake in her arms, rocking it like a baby. Goddess how she loved her snakes. Almost as much as she adored Will.

She had always been known as a snake charmer. Although to her, it was the other way around. Snakes had always soothed her. Their beauty and grace coupled with most people's irrational fear made the snake the perfect creature in Odessa's eyes.

The serpent healing touch calmed her to where she was able to climb to her feet. She found her cape and wrapped the soft velvet around her willowy frame. The heat felt good seeping though her skin, enveloping her with a sense of serenity she thought she might never feel again.

Odessa blew out all the candles except for the lovers embrace. She stood for a moment entranced by the dancing flame and the wax dripping down the bodies to meld the lovers in an eternal embrace. Not bothered by the heat of the wax, she traced an outline of a heart. First on the altar and then on the door to Will's vault.

She sealed the container bearing Will's heart with a burp and placed the blue bowl back in her satchel. Then she picked up the snake and carried it to the door of the crypt.

"I'd love to take you home with me." She kissed the snake's head before releasing it in the grass. "But, I won't tear you away from your kith and kin."

Odessa watched the snake slither away in the darkness before gathering her things. She ran her fingers over Will's name carved in the black marble, tracing the outline of each letter as gently as if she could feel his skin.

"I'll wait for you, my beloved."

Any other woman might have been fearful of walking through the cemetery at night, not Odessa. If anyone wanted to bode her harm she would gladly accept their offer. There was nothing tying her to this earthly realm.

"If he doesn't come to me tonight, please strike me down," she said, standing a moment to let the rain pelt her face.

Odessa was soaked by the time she made it back to her room at a nondescript French Quarter Guesthouse. Instead of drying off, she dropped her cape to the floor and stumbled into the four poster bed. The flannel sheets felt so good against her wet skin. She burrowed under the down comforter and fell instantly into a dark and dreamless sleep.

~ 2 ~

A bolt of thunder roused William Fletcher from the densest and darkness sleep he'd ever experienced.

"That was one hell of a bender," he said, running a hand through his blond hair and sitting up with a jolt. "What the fuck?"

He couldn't feel his hair, or the stone floor where he lay in a disheveled heap. Looking around, he recognized the names of all his family who had passed before him. His mother. His father. His grandfather. His great-grandfather. His-- wait just a minute-- his eyes narrowed in on the vault with his name engraved on the sterling silver nameplate. There was his date of birth followed by his date of death.

Date of death?

William glanced at his wrist only to find someone had swiped his Rolex. He had no concept of date or time. It certainly didn't feel like the stifling heat of a New Orleans July in the Fletcher family crypt.

He glanced up and saw the candle and the crystal chalice filled with absinthe. "Dess," he said. "Dess was here."

Le Fée Verte started to sing her love song and he remembered the last time he'd answered her call. The drink had been exceptionally bitter no matter how many sugar cubes he added. Dinera had tampered with the liquor. She had added one of her potions and tried. Well, hell, judging from where he was, she must have succeeded in poisoning him.

"Good riddance, Dinera." He laughed, thinking he'd finally gotten what he so desperately wanted, freedom from Dinera DeFliehr.

He knew that Odessa had left the absinthe to fortify him and draw his spirit back into his body. How, he wondered, was he supposed to be able to drink from the chalice when as far as he could tell he had no physical body.

Much to his surprise, just by thinking it, the absinthe swirled down what would have been his throat and almost instantly knocked some of the cobwebs off the corners of his mind. Maybe this whole dead thing wasn't as bad as he'd thought. That is, if he could find a way out of the tomb and back to Odessa.

Just like that, he was on the other side of the granite walls hovering right beside the dark angel that watched over his deceased ancestors.

"So, all I have to do is think it?" he said, as if the statue had all the clues to the universe.

He could have sworn the angle winked in response.

"Dess. I want to find my Odessa."

With that single command he found himself swirling through the gates of the cemetery and across the familiar streets of the Quarter. How he'd loved to escape the social boundaries of the staunch Garden District and sneak away to the French Quarter. The booze. The pretty tourists all too eager to entertain a handsome fair haired teen. Those were the days. Before he'd gone to Europe and been bespelled by that bitch of a witch Dinera.

Will decided he'd continue this next journey as he'd done when his feet actually touched the streets. Living life with no regrets. He'd had a good life. He'd traveled the world. He'd had all the money he could ever want. He'd had the respect of his peers. Most importantly, he'd had the love and devotion of the most beautiful woman to have ever crossed his path.

"Dess," he said, her name fluttering like the wind that blew him closer and closer to where he knew she would be. "My Odessa."

A group of costumed kids ran past him. The Quarter was alive with costumed lovers in all stages of the dance of romance. According to the preponderance of pumpkins and orange lights it had to be Halloween, or what his witchy women referred to as Samhain. That had to be why Odessa had lit the candle in the Fletcher family crypt. It was her birthday and most favorite holiday.

He stopped in front of a flower stand and instead of going for the roses he eyed a lilac orchid. Odessa's favorite flower. The orchid flew into his arms and he continued down the street wondering if any of the French Quarter revelers would notice a flower floating through the crowd.

Obviously not, since no one stopped to stare as he made his way to the Guesthouse where Odessa always stayed when she came here to see him. It wasn't like he had to ask the attendant where to find her. He knew she would be in their room on the top floor. The suite with the balcony overlooking the Mississippi River.

How he loved the mighty Mississippi. She might have gotten darker and soiled with pollution, but to him that would always be the water of his youth. When he could lay eyes on the Mississippi he knew he could always find his way home.

The whole ghost thing came in handy when it came to making the leap up onto the balcony and seeping though the French doors. He sat the orchid down on the table beside a blue plastic bowl. Something called to him to peel off the lid. He should have been appalled by the contents, knowing without being told that it was his heart. Yet, it didn't bother him that Odessa had taken his heart right out of his chest. Better her than Dinera.

In his excitement to get to Odessa it had taken him a moment to realize that his body was starting to materialize. He could see his hands. His legs. The gaping hole where his heart should have been. None of it upset him. He lifted the heart from the bowl and slipped it back into place.

Whoa! The sensation sent him staggering to the nearest chair. His chest heaving from the pulsing sensation coursing through his body. He fell to the floor, needing a few moments to adjust to his body being his again.

After a deep inhale he stood to stare at his reflection in the French doors. He was whole again and looked as alive as he'd been on the night he'd first met Odessa. Just thinking her name made his penis stiffen in anticipation.

"Odessa," he said, savoring his restored human form.

William pushed open the door to the bedroom and found Odessa sprawled across the bed in all of her glorious nakedness. She must have kicked away her covers while dueling with the demons that often invaded her dreams, he thought, as he stood over her spellbound by her amazing body.

Her skin was still so pale that it looked as if she never said hello to the sun and that red hair surrounded her like a halo. Despite bearing his child some ten years ago her body was flawless with a flat stomach and deliciously round pert breasts.

He sat down beside her, running a hand over the smooth curve of her bottom. How he loved her shimmering copper tresses and the delicate scent of her jasmine shampoo.

"Odessa," he whispered before nuzzling his lips against her neck.

When she didn't stir he bit down into the tender flesh at the nape of her neck.

"Will." She sighed and blinked up at him.

"Yes, my dear," he said.

"Will!" She sat up, her eyes widening and her face flushed. "You're really here. You can back to me."

Those emerald eyes sent a surge of heat straight to his dick. She reached out and caressed his cheek. Her fingers absolutely tingled against his skin. His body felt more alive than it had ever felt when he'd been among the living.

She kissed him savagely, locking onto his mouth and eating him up with desire. If there was anything that could draw him back to earth it would have been her mouth on his.

"My beloved." She pulled away, drinking him up with those enchanting eyes.

Bewitched. Bewildered. Beguiled.

He didn't understand what had happened to him. How he'd died. How he'd come back from the dead. As long as he had Odessa back in his arms nothing else mattered.

~ 3 ~

Odessa couldn't believe her eyes. She had to touch him. Kiss him. Hold him in her arms. That familiar heat stirred deep inside her, awakening a part of herself she thought to have died right along with Will. She felt his mouth upon hers, their bodies locked together in a heated embrace. She knew she wasn't dreaming when her leg pressed against his erection.

William, her Will was back. Her spell had worked.

She tore her mouth away from his, staring into his eyes and running a hand through his blond hair. She flicked her tongue into his dimple. He laughed and smiled so brightly that she had to latch back on to his mouth, kissing him like she was starved for his tongue.

Slowly she grazed her teeth down the side of his neck, biting hard enough to draw a trickle of blood. Ghosts didn't bleed. That meant he was real.

He moaned with pleasure as she lapped up his blood and then trailed her lips across his chest. She ran her tongue over the scar watching it fade with every kiss. Soon the scar disappear just as if she'd sucked it right off his chest.

With that taken care of, her eyes went straight to her favorite prize. His dick. No, make that her dick. His penis had always belonged to her and she couldn't remember it being any harder.

She stroked his cock with her hand, trying to resist the urge to climb on and fuck him silly. No, that was going to have to wait. Now that she had him back Odessa wasn't going to so easily give in to her desires.

Will had always had the most magnificent penis. She loved everything about his dick. The taste. The feel. The touch. His was the perfect cock. Always there to do with as she desired.

Odessa ran her tongue over the head of his penis, slowly teasing her way down his shaft to plant feathery kisses on his balls while she stroked his hardness in her hands.

Will squirmed with pleasure. "If you keep that up I don't know how much longer I'll be able to last."

She smiled up at him. "We have an eternity to allow me to make you hard all over again."

With that said, she took him into her mouth. He tasted so good. To have just recently had been a corpse he smelt like a whiff of heaven, all musky and pure heady sex.

"Dess," he cried, running his fingers through her hair. "Dess."

Odessa drank up every drop savoring the sweetly salty taste of his sex.

"I told you," he said, pulling her up for a kiss.

"It's okay," she replied, never feeling more okay than she had in that very moment.

They lay together in blissful silence just savoring the heat of their reunion.

~ 4 ~

"My beloved," Odessa purred in contentment. "You're back, right where you belong."

"Yes." Will kissed her hair, savoring the intoxicating scent and sweet softness of Odessa's fiery auburn tresses. "How did you do it? How did you bring me back to life?"

"Magick," she said, looking up at him.

Her smile made his heart hammer, especially when her hand traced the place where the scar had once been.

"I don't even want to know how you got ahold of my heart."

Her skin reddened before she ducked her head, kissing at his chest to where her hair spiraled over her body.

"I've always had your heart," she whispered under the blanket of her hair.

"Figuratively, yes." He stroked her hair much like one would to soothe a kitten, or in Odessa's case an angry lioness.

She sat up and met his gaze, her emerald eyes shining with an absolute certainty. "I did what had to be done to bring you back to me."

"Dess, I have never for one second doubted your love."

"Then just trust me." She leaned in to kiss away his doubts.

It was impossible to think straight with Odessa's mouth on his. The way she poured her energy into him was nothing short of magickal. The only thing better than her tongue in his mouth was his dick inside of her, where it had always belonged. He pulled her on top of him, running his hands down her back to find the smooth crescent of her ass.

"Aah," she sighed in appreciation, as his dick found it's way home.

She arched her back and tossed aside her hair to lay her body bare for his viewing pleasure. It was as if she hadn't aged a day since he'd first met her some twenty years before. Her perfect little breasts bounced to the rhythm of her thrusting hips. That smile of hers so genuine. Her body so very real on his.

Will reached for that spot between her legs and stroked her clit to match the intensity of the way she rode him. In only a few seconds she cried and screamed with ardor. He'd never seen a woman climax the way Odessa did. He wasn't sure where she went when the passion overtook her, but just knowing he sent her there totally did it for him. She collapsed atop him. Her lips found his and she kissed him until she pulled away panting and gasping for breath.

She flashed him a devious smile. "Ooh, my Will. I love you so."

Then she sank her teeth into the tender spot at the nape of his neck. It was such a wonderful mix of pleasure and pain. It was as if lapping up that small trickle of blood fueled her desire. She licked the wound closed and clasped his hands in hers and rode him with such an intensity that he was soon lost with her.

He came with a roar, pulling her down on top of him to where he could feel her heart beating against his own. Never in his previous existence had he felt more alive than he did in that very moment.

~ 5 ~

Odessa bit into Will's forearm, causing him to awaken with a nervous gasp.

"How can you be tired when you've done nothing but lay in your crypt since last summer?"

"Coming back from the dead takes a lot out of a guy." Will laughed and pulled Odessa in for a kiss. "Let's just take a little nap."

"I'm afraid that if I close my eyes, I'll open them again you'll be gone." She scraped his bottom lip with her teeth just to emphasize her point. "I can't have you leaving me again."

"Dess, I'm not going to go anywhere," he replied. "At least not without taking you with me."

Not to be deterred she started kissing and nibbling her way down his chest. "You know the rule," she reminded him. "If I can get it up, I can have it."

"You're insatiable," he said, not stopping her when she started stroking his cock.

"Only for you." She lapped delicately at the head of his penis, savoring the taste of his flesh made whole.

He ran a hand though her hair, encouraging her to keep going. It didn't take much to get him all nice and hard, just the way she wanted him.

Sitting up, she said, "I want you to fuck me."

"Do you now?"

His grin sent the heat surging straight to her core. No one's smile set her off like Will's.

"I do."

"You forgot to say the magick word," he teased.

"Please." Odessa wanted him so bad she physically ached for him. "William Fletcher, will you please fuck me."

"I never could tell you no." He sprang on her, catching Odessa in one of the wrestling holds he might have used in the ring.

Not that she was putting up any fight. She loved it when he got a little rough with her, grabbing her by the hair and then swatting at her bottom while he had her face down on the sheets. He loosened the leg lock long enough to enter her from behind. Then he clamped his legs tight around hers to where she couldn't move beneath him.

As long as she could feel his weight pressed atop of her she knew she was safe. It was so freeing to be trapped like this, pinned to the bed and unable to move other than to meet his body thrust for thrust.

He tossed her hair aside and sank his teeth into the nape of her neck. The spot no one had ever touched but Will. His teeth tore into her flesh sending a delicious wave of pleasurable pain through her body.

"You're mine," he said. "Always and forever mine."

"Yes, yes," she gasped. "Eternally."

"No, not yet." Will slowed his pace, just as he had her on the brink of orgasm. "You'll hold back until I'm ready to join you."

Odessa was never that good at playing by the rules. Not even Will's rules. His words acted as a catalyst to send her screaming over the edge. Free falling into a wonderful nothingness.

Her throbbing pussy caused Will to intensify his pace. He reached a hand around her waist and then lower, stroking her clit with his finger. It was almost too much. Too intense. Odessa screamed and squirmed and still he held her down, forcing her to join him in one intense final release.

~ 6 ~

Sunlight streamed through the window by the time Odessa finally rolled over, reaching for William. Only he wasn't there. The sheets weren't even warm where he'd lain. That instantly brought her back to her senses.

"Will," she called. "Where are you?"

When he didn't respond a wave of panic sent her heart to racing and the room to spinning. He couldn't be gone, not after the incredible night they had shared. She pulled herself together to search the bathroom and the empty sitting area before flinging open the French doors to the balcony.

"Will!" she shrilled over and over.

One of the other guests blasted a radio in a futile attempt to drown out her wails. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered without Will. Odessa screamed until her throat ached. Only then did did her screams turn to sobs as she sank to her knees floored by what had once been one of her favorite songs.

"Have another little piece of my heart, baby," she sang along with Janice Joplin. "You know you've got it if it makes you feel good."

Odessa waiting until the song ended and then stood to slam the French doors. It was then she noticed Will's shirt on the floor beside the bed. She slipped on the shirt, slowing fastening each button. His lingering scent calmed her in a weird way.

Of course it had all been too good to have been real.

Except she had his shirt and when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the vanity she saw the fresh bite marks trailing down her neck. It hadn't been just a dream. She had been able to conjure her beloved if only for one night.

Odessa popped the lid on the Tupperware bowl knowing what she'd find. William's heart. She took her athame and cut away a sliver, just a tiny morsel. She knew she couldn't afford to lose what was left of him all at once. Then she swallowed the tiny little piece of his heart, chasing it with a shot of Absinthe.

Despite the pain, it had all been worth it to have one more night in Will's arms. If she could do it once, Odessa knew that when the timing was right. When the moon and stars once again aligned in perfect balance. When the Goddess smiled down upon their union. Then she would be able to summon her beloved again.

Until then, she would just have to seek solstice in La Fée Verte.

She raised a crystal goblet of the green liquor in a toast. "My beloved, not even in death do thou part."

THE END

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DESIRE

It was all Billy could do to stand there in the shower letting the scalding water pelt his back. Nothing was gonna wash away the stench of what he had done. Screwing around with his own sister. Loving his sister in a way that was much more than brotherly. Of all the women in the entire world, why did it have to turn out that Lizzie was his sister?

The self-hatred gnawed into his gut, hurting him worse than any physical blow that Paul could have dealt. He was such a damn coward that he had ran away from Lizzie after only last night promising never to leave her again.

Billy just couldn’t do it. He could not go back to that hotel room and tell her he'd never be able to make love to her again. What kind of sick motherfucker wants to marry his own sister?

Minnesota was not going to be enough distance between them. He was going to have to get on the line with Hasegawa and beg the man to let him come back to Japan for good. Maybe if he stayed halfway across the world he would somehow get on with what was left of his life. He was still going to love her, but at least he wouldn’t be tempted to act on it.

God help him, he hated his mother. He hated her for fucking Paul Bryson and he hated her for having him. Hate wasn’t a strong enough word for his feelings towards Paul. Some father he was, letting Pap take him back to that trailer in Texas when Paul could have given him anything in this whole world he could have ever wanted or needed. All without missing a damn cent. As far as Billy was concerned Paul Bryson was his father only in the fact that the man’s sperm had ruined his life.

Lizzie was the only one he couldn’t hate. No matter how hard he tried. Sure it irked him that she had been the child Paul had wanted. The little girl who got it all. She got a sports car and a college degree. He got turned into a grown up before he ever had a chance to be a teenager. Billy loved his job but he knew that with nothing to fall back on he was gonna wind up just like Pap, dead in the middle of the ring with nothing to show for it.

Yeah, he was throwing himself one hell of a pity party. He would have taken a knife and peeled off his own skin if he thought it would mask this horrible pain of losing his Lizzie.

All because Paul fucking Bryson couldn’t keep his famous dick in his pants!

Out of complete frustration, he punched his fist right through the glass shower stall. The pain felt good, real good. Billy looked down at his bleeding hand like it belonged to someone else.

Then he looked up and saw Odessa on the other side of the shattered glass. She just stood there. Frozen like a pinup model in a girly magazine and wearing a little black lacy gown that left next to nothing to his imagination.

He tried to look away, but she had him mesmerized to where all he could do was scan the length of those long legs of hers. No panties. She was a genuine redhead. Perfect little tits with her nipples pressed taunt against the black lace. That creamy pale skin, so white it was almost translucent.

A fucking Goddess of a woman!

A Goddess he wanted to fuck until he could no longer think straight.

He stepped out of the shower and she wrapped a towel around his hand, sinking down in front of him on her knees. Billy couldn’t take his eyes off that hair. Sleek and long, down past her ass in a violent cascade of crimson, as straight and smooth as Lizzie’s hair was curly.

He wanted to bury his face in that hair and breathe in until he suffocated with pleasure.

“I’m sorry about your shower.” Billy somehow managed to make his mouth form words. “I’ll pay to get it fixed.”

“It’s alright, I understand.” She looked up at him with her emerald eyes blazing and once again he saw that tigress ready to pounce.

What she did next shocked the hell out of him. She pulled back the towel and started lapping the blood off his hand, giving him a hard on like nobody’s business. Since he was butt naked there was no hiding the obvious.

By the time she licked every drop of blood off his hand Billy was about ready to explode without her even touching him anywhere else.

He tried to reach for the towel she had tossed aside, but she batted away his good hand.

“You are magnificent,” she said with her eyes on his manhood.

She stood and with a graceful swoop wrapped her arms around his neck. Even in her bare feet she was tall enough for their eyes to lock.

“Billy, will you please take my body to do with as thy will?”

He never had a woman ask for it like that before. Her hand found his hard on and he was a goner. He would have crawled across broken glass to follow her to bed.

Luckily all he had to do was walk across the hallway. Her bed stood up on a platform like some type of an altar with enormous dark wooden bedposts. The only light came from a candelabra mounted to the wall over the carved headboard.

“Let me feed off your pain and sorrow,” she said, pulling the gown over her head to stand before him in all her glorious nakedness. “Let me make you whole again.”

Billy lay back against the down pillows and she sprang on top of him, taking him without any type of foreplay.

“Your cock feels so wonderful.”

That Dess sure had a way with words.

She rode him hard, grinding her hips until he was right on the edge. Then she slowed the pace, leaning backwards, arching her spine to put her breasts on display.

“You keep that up and I ain’t gonna be able to last much longer.”

“Baby, we got the whole night ahead of us. Don’t hold back. I’ll get you hard again as long as you want to keep going.”

“How about forever?”

“Your wish is my command.”

She ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing them together, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples. Rocking her body against his, she bent forward presenting her tits to his mouth like an offering.

Billy suckled on her breasts in devoted worship.

”Harder. I like a man who’s not afraid to bite.”

In that moment he wanted to eat her up. Devour all that beautiful flesh. Take back everything Paul had taken away from him.

She came with an ear splitting scream. Her body convulsing so hard she took him right along for the ride with his own roaring release.

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Message from Jezebel

Dear Readers,

Thank you for purchasing Wicked Desires.

Reviews are appreciated. If you find any formatting errors or typos please let me know at jezebeljorge@gmail.com.

I always enjoy hearing from my readers and appreciate your support.

Jezebel

Other books by Jezebel Jorge

Wanton (A Ring Dreams Snippet)

Desire (A Ring Dreams Retro)

Shattered (A Ring Dreams YA)

Dirty Weekend (A Ring Dreams Novella)

Vexed (Coming Soon)

Hexed (Coming Soon)

Odessa's 50 Shades of Freak

Under My Skin

The Lady is a Tramp

Infinity (An anti-Valenine's Day novella)

About the Author

Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch and gifted medium. When she's writing it usually feels like she's merely taking dictation for the voices running amok inside her head.

She currently lives in Nashville, TN with a spoiled rotten Golden Retriever / Great Pyrenees mix named Harry Potter and a mouthy spirit guide with a fondness for snakes who just happens to be named Odessa.

To find out more about Jezebel Jorge, please visit
http://www.witchlitchick.com or http://www.jezebeljorge.com.

Table of Contents

Wicked

Stealing My Heart

An Excerpt from Desire

A Message from Jezebel

About the Author