Dedicated to TheSexyBrain. Because you wanted to read it, girl.

For three consecutive years she had assisted to the same night club during Halloween. The first time she went with a friend but the next ones she had been alone in hopes of meeting a man… a mysterious man that made her feel she was the most precious jewel in the world.

He had never disappointed her; not even once. Three Hallows Eves, three magical nights spent in his company. But there was something about the guy that annoyed her to no end: she had never seen his face.

Tessa new his eyes like the back of her palm. They were green like the flawless of emeralds; a color so vibrant that it appeared to glow sometimes. He had enchanted her from the moment their gazes met three years ago but the desire to see every inch of his face, trace the contours of his jaw and taste his lips for the very first time had grown to unimaginable levels; it had even invaded her dreams.

And now, sitting in a stool of the night club’s bar and looking at the dancing crowd, she could only think about ripping the mask from his face the moment she found him. You’re not going to hide your identity from me anymore. Tonight my dreams will come true.

Alek entered The Succubus— a night club that served humans and creatures of the night alike— searching among the partying clientele for the woman who had haunted his dreams for the past three years. His lips curved in a smile behind his mask once he found her sitting by the bar looking through the crowd. She was searching for him. The knowledge turned his smile into a grin before he whispered a spell that made him appear behind the bar’s counter. The bartender— an incubus he had known for a century— arched a questioning eyebrow but when he glanced at Tessa and put a finger to his lips the demon just shook his head and kept serving drinks.

“I came here looking for my naughty witch but found a dominatrix instead. Are you planning to use that whip on me?” Alek said in her ear over the loud music.

She was dressed in a tight black leather catsuit and matching corset while the whip in question hung lazily around her neck. The fabric accentuated her breasts and ass in a way that made his crotch beg for attention. He bit his lips. His sexy witch had become Catwoman and the fact excited him to a whole new level. I wouldn’t mind a few bites and scratches.

“I may be tempted to use it if you don’t let me see your face tonight,” Tessa turned her stool around and leaned forward licking her lips so very slowly. “I’m not going to let you escape from me a whole year again.” Her hands reached for his silvery horned mask but he stopped her before she could rip it away and shook his head. “Why are you hiding from me?”

He chuckled, making his green eyes glint with mischievousness. “Maybe I enjoy teasing you.”

The woman rolled her eyes, grunting in exasperation and glaring daggers at him before she left without another word, disappearing into the dancing crowd. Damn, even angry she looked gorgeous. Maybe it was time to stop his silly game or he may not see her ever again.

It would be the best course of action, my friend. If I were you I’d follow her and take her upstairs. The incubus’ voice barged inside his mind before a golden key was dropped in his hands. The demon winked at him and then appeared to lose interest, leaning towards a cute blond dressed as a naughty angel so she could whisper her order in his ear.

Alek closed his fist over the key and left the bar area in a hurry, looking for his angry Catwoman around the dancefloor. Shael was right, he needed to stop messing with Tessa or he would lose her forever and that wasn’t something he was willing to accept. She had become a lifeline to him; one that pulled him every Halloween to the same place in hopes of meeting her. Gazing upon her cherubic face had a tendency to bring clarity to his mind… make him a “normal” functioning person for a while before he was swallowed once again by the madness serving his master brought to him.

He couldn’t lose his little ray of sunshine.

The warlock mumbled a calling spell knowing that searching for his vixen as a human will be a waste of time. The magic would cover a radius of ten kilometers so no matter if Tessa was already out of the nightclub, the spell would compel her to return to his side immediately. It was a dirty but necessary trick at the moment.

A few minutes later his Catwoman appeared, walking towards him with glazed eyes. She furrowed her brows and looked at him with confusion as the effects of his magic wore off.

“I’m sorry. I should have revealed my identity to you the first time we met,” Alek began before she could say something and bowed fancily to her as he took the horned mask off. Standing straight, he lowered the hood of his black robes before handing her his false face. “I’m Alek Faisani, battle warlock at your service,” he whispered, rubbing a thumb over plump black painted lips.

Tessa shivered under his caress and, grabbing his hand, leaned her head against his palm. Her chocolate eyes closed as she savored his warmth. Somehow the noise around them had faded letting her hear his hypnotic voice without pesky distractions.

“So that’s what you are… a magician.” A smile curved her lips as she stared at a face so perfect it must have been sculpted by God himself. Fair skin, elegant nose, mouth-watering lips that begged to be kissed, and a jawline between square and rounded that was covered by a few days old stubble; attributes that on its own would made him attractive combined to create the perfect man for her. The reality was way better than all her fantasies. “Then maybe you can pull a disappearing act and take us somewhere less crowded.”

He was tempted to do it. Teleport them to a room upstairs, throw her in bed and ravish her body with kisses until she begged him to stop but he knew better. She had taken the warlock thing as a Halloween joke so her reaction to the truth would surely not be a positive one. Keep acting as a human and this night will not go to hell.

“I have something better,” he said, smirking as he dangled the golden key in front of her eyes. “This will grant us access to one of the sound proof bedrooms.” His voice turned huskier with each word.

The dominatrix in front of him arched a brow, slowly licking her lips. “Then lead the way mister magician.” He moved to grab her hand but she stopped him, shaking her head. “Wait. That gorgeous face of yours is only for my pleasure,” she ordered, putting the silver mask back in place and raising in her tiptoes to place a kiss over the demonic snarling mouth.

Alek took her hand, smirking, and guided her through the dancing, drunken and possibly drugged crowd to the feet of an antique curved stair. A tall black bouncer stepped in their way asking for validation of access and was quick to unhook the silver chain blocking the stairs once he saw the golden key the warlock held in his hand. They quickly climbed the stairs leading to The Succubus’ second floor and entered a darkened corridor illuminated by beautiful Victorian gas lights. Finding the correct room from there wasn’t difficult.

“After you, my sweet enchantress,” he said, opening the dark mahogany door and stepping aside so she could enter the dark bedroom.

“Thank you. It’s very rare to find gentlemen like you these days.” Tessa’s lips formed a sexy and wicked smile as she entered and turned up the lights. “You must want something in return for your efforts.” Her hand went to the whip hanging around her neck while she turned only to find her warlock looking up and down the hallway with a rigid posture. “Is something wrong?” she asked, furrowing her brow.

He faced her and mumbled something under his breath she couldn’t catch before finally entering and locking the door behind him. “I felt eyes watching us but it was just my imagination.”

The long legs of the magician cut short the distance between them in a matter of seconds before his intense green eyes locked on her lips and he rubbed a thumb against her bottom lip again. Her mouth opened almost in instinct as she got lost in the forest of his irises. His simple action made her tingly all over and sent warmth throughout her body. Tessa’s only wish was for him to remove his mask and kiss her until her lips got swollen due to his passion.

Seeing he wasn’t planning on making another move, she threw her pride away and trapped his thumb with her tongue to guide it inside her mouth. Alek took a sharp breath while his eyes darkened taking the color of a twilight forest. She attempted a smile while she licked, circled and sucked on his finger as if it were his rigid member. What appeared to be a moan muffled by the silvery false face escaped him and, then, without any warning, she released him, stepping out of his reach.

“I want more,” Alek rasped between heavy breaths.

“Not until you kiss me.”

He closed their distance again, standing so close that she could feel his body heat scorching her skin even through her clothes. Leaning over, he murmured by her ear, “Not until you take off my mask.”

With trembling fingers she removed the plastic face and let it fall to the floor along with her whip while her chocolate eyes never wavered from his green ones. The raw intensity with which he looked at her was enough to make her wet and yet he just stood there like a freaking statue. A very hot statue but that is beside the point. “Are you going to kiss me or not?” she questioned, pursing her black lips and narrowing her eyes at him.

“I like to play with the time and passion of my victims.”

She raised a dark eyebrow. “Oh, so now I am a victim? Are you that much of a beast?”

“Sometimes.” He grabbed her shin and tilted it upwards so their mouths were at mere centimeters from each other. “You won’t like how savage I can be. But don’t worry ‘cause your eyes alone can cage the beast.”

“Oh, shut up and kiss me already.”

Alek grinned a moment before their lips finally met. She moaned against his mouth, letting him know exactly how much she desired the contact and making the flames in his core brand his veins. He needed to be careful because if his body’s temperature rose too much he could literally burn her alive.

Being a creature of rock and fire wasn’t easy sometimes.

There was a saying in Hell that said witches were as coldhearted as the rocks they were made of but, for the Dark King’s horns, every time he looked into Tessa’s face, he was reduced to nothing more than a pulsating mass of lust. Even in that moment, with the woman between his arms and her grapefruit taste all over his tongue, he wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and impale his sword deep within her slick sheath. And it would be so damn easy considering he could feel her wetness and heat through the faux leather of her catsuit.

It was his turn to moan then.

“Oh, God, you even sound hot,” his beauty said when he broke the kiss. “I don’t know if I should be angry or pleased that we waited this long to get intimate.”

His eyes changed to such a dark shade of green they appeared violet. “This is nothing. Wait until I make love to you,” Alek said with a husky voice that made her shiver as he backed her to the bed, “then you can decide on an answer”.

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A/N: I'm not sure how long Tessa's and Alek story is going to be so for the moment is staying here but if it grows longer that 7 chapters I will have to put it alone. I hope you, as the reader, enjoy my new little story 😘☺