#MidWeek Tease: Beauty in the Beast #erotic #naughtyfairytale #power

Happy Wednesday, lovelies!

Today I'm sharing a snippet from Book 5 of The Witches Mischief series, Beauty in the Beast. This is the last book of the series and is is loosely based on Beauty and the Beast.

Beauty in the Beast
(A Naughty Fairy Tale)   
The Witches' Mischief Series 5

Light will become shadow. Love will become hate. Good will become evil. The Darkness is here. There will be no escape.

Morgana Wiles has spent her life, alongside her mother, fighting against the arrival of the creature known as The Darkness. Unfortunately, neither of them were able to stop him and now he's here, ready to destroy all that is good in the world. Morgana must face him, but now that the time has come, she finds that things are not as simple. Her mother is gone, self-doubt is creeping in, and her visions are unclear. To make matters worse, a man with evil intent has entered her life and is bent on complicating her mission. Will she be able to resist him in time to fight The Darkness or will she succumb and become that which she despises?


Christopher Bexley is no gentleman. He enjoys trickery, deceit, mischief and above all seduction. Sexual intercourse is the greatest source of power there is or at least there was, until he heard about the Gem. Now that he has discovered there's a stone that can make him the most powerful magic user of all time, he must have it. The only problem is that the only other person that might know where it is, is a stickler for rules and being good. Morgana is too innocent for his liking, and there's only one thing he can do to change that: corrupt her.

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The tease...

Christopher pressed his lips to Morgana’s. He had vowed he would stay away from the young woman, but it was impossible to do so when she was so close to him and looked at him with those eyes that spoke innocence and desire. How could he stay away from something so pure? How could he reject another taste of paradise? How could he reject another taste of the power he would feel from a kiss alone?

He needed another taste.

Christopher pulled back and pressed his lips to hers again. Her lips were soft and malleable, pushing back against his, silently requesting more. He pushed harder and slid his hand behind Morgana’s neck, threading his fingers through her hair. A small sound she probably didn’t even recognize came from the back of her throat. Christopher slid his tongue across the bows of her lips, beckoning her to open for him. She did so willingly. He slid his tongue into her warm recess, almost groaning at the velvety feel. He angled her head and plundered her mouth with his tongue.

Her body responded to him. He could sense her agitated heartbeat, hear her tiny moans as he twisted his tongue around hers. Christopher dragged his other hand down to her lap where her hands were still entwined as if now, in the light of day, she were too scared to touch him. He grabbed one and placed it on his arm. Morgana scooted closer. Her hand circled his forearm and she squeezed as if she couldn’t quite believe that he was there.

Christopher needed more. He yearned to feel her body beneath his, moaning, writhing, and whispering his name in the throes of passion. To kiss her softly and savagely. To grab her hair and demand she please him, as he wished to please her. Christopher hungered for her heated flesh against his. He wanted to taste the sweet nectar coming from her body and hear her heart beat a thousand times faster when he was inside her, pushing and shoving.

He undid his cravat and opened his shirt, enough to reveal a glimpse of his flesh. He needed her to touch him, to feel skin on skin and to know that this was real and not a trick. Christopher took her
hand and placed it on his chest. Her fingers flexed against the material of his shirt and then, at a snail’s pace, inched toward his naked skin. He groaned as her fingertips touched him. It was feather-light touch, hesitant, but real.

He knew at that moment that a kiss would never be enough. He had to have her.

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Do you know?

"Do you know how hard it is to please? To love comes easily enough, but to please forever is a hard task."

"Is it that you don't love me then?" the Lady asked.

He could see the slight tremble in her lip, the fear in her enormous eyes, the furrow in her perfect brow.

"You know I do," he replied, bending down to kiss away the crease in her forehead, the tremble on her rosy lips.

Dancing for a fallen angel - Final Part

She did not answer his question. A new song began to blare through the disco and she pulled him to her. She let her body meet his: her breasts squashed against his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck, her intimate parts rubbing against the hardness in his leather pants. She heard a moan and released her grip on him. Alexis swayed to the music, her hips dancing round, her arms high in the air. She ignored the man behind her, although her body was aware of his every move, so she wasn’t surprised when he reached out for her and tugged her towards him. She let herself be caught in his arms. However, she did not cease dancing.

“Alexis,” he groaned into her ear.

She smiled sweetly at him and pressed herself closer. Standing on tip toe she let her snatch rub against his dick for a moment, as she pulled back long strands of hair from his face. She pressed forward. The tip of her tongue reached the lobe of his ear. She suppressed a giggle as his grip on her tightened anxiously. His hands roamed to her ass, which he cupped. Her tongue entered his ear. He groaned again.

“Since when have you been compiling information about me, Matt?” she whispered, raking her finger nails across his back.

“Since the first day I saw you dancing, Dark Princess. You know my name, do you know more?” he asked, with an effort. Alexis turned away from him and kept dancing. She was surprised at how much he knew. Few knew that Dark Princess was her internet journal nickname.

Alexis nodded. “For quite a while,” she admitted. She didn’t want to say more, yet. She turned to face him again.

“You’re information providers are not very good,” Matt said. A small ripple of pleasure shook her sweaty body as he jammed a leg between her thighs.

“Why?” she asked, trying to regain her composure.

“I’m..” She did not let him finish the sentence. Her small hands slithered down his chest, making their way to the fly of his trousers. She unzipped it slowly, never for a moment loosing the rhythm of the song playing. Delicately she placed a hand inside. His member throbbed in her hand, even as encased as it was inside the material of his boxers. She heard him swallow.

“I’m Fallen Angel.”

Alexis removed her hand hastily away and took a step back. Matt took in a shaky breath. He zipped up his pants and reached out for her.

“Alexis,” he began.

She shook her head, unbelieving. Fallen Angel was her internet friend. They had known each other for years, having met by accident in a forum. They were good friends, each knowing their life time history, but they had always failed to send a picture. They spoke across the internet and they had ventured as far as speaking on the phone. But, they didn’t want to know the appearance that the other one had. They didn’t want their friendship to be based on appearances, or to have those appearances change anything. However, now…why was he here?

“I don’t understand,” she said. Matt nodded.

“Come.” He offered her his hand, she refused. His gaze lowered, but he said nothing. He walked away from the dancing floor to the nearby sofas. She followed. They found an empty seat.

Alexis didn’t say anything, so Matt began to speak.

“One day I woke up and discovered that I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Everything I did, I’d relate to you somehow.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but my feelings for you just kept on growing. I was relieved when you disappeared from the net for a while, and when you wouldn’t answer my calls. Relieved and a bit desperate that you’d found the love you were always looking for, and that it wasn't me.”

“But, I don’t understand,” she repeated. “I saw you every night at the dance floor. Did you know it was me?”

“At first I didn’t, but God, you were so hot,” he said, running his hands through his hair. “You know I’m shy, but something just kept pushing me to find out who you where. So I went around asking people until I connected the dots and found out that you Alexis, the sexy angel that seemed to be dancing for me every weekend was also Dark Princess my best friend and the girl I was in love with.”

“When did you find out?” she asked hastily looking down at her hands. She felt as shy as she always did around everyone. The music no longer seemed to hide her, her heart was open for everyone to see.

“A few weeks ago, but I couldn’t get myself to approach you until tonight.”

“Do you know why I stopped surfing and wouldn’t answer your calls?” she blurted out. Matt shook his head, his tresses of long hair, falling over his face once more. She was glad, her burning cheeks probably glowed under the flashing disco lights.

“I wanted to put some distance between us. I felt that we were too close. I couldn’t do anything without thinking of you first, wondering if you’d like this or the other, on what you would say on a certain subject…so I turned to the stranger on the dance floor. I thought that if I was able to…well…that I could forget the feelings I had for you. I never imagined you were the same person.”

“I was only Fallen Angel for you, people around here know me as Darkness Reborn.”

“That explains a lot,” she replied. Alex looked up at Matt. She caught her breath.

“Will you save a Fallen Angel?” he asked softly, his eyes searching hers.

Alexis searched back and smiled. It didn’t matter how it happened, but they were no longer friends, something deeper and more profound had grown between them and she was glad. Her shyness slipped away. She was with Matt, her friend, her love.

“Willingly, I will take you into my castle, and tend to your wounds until you can fly once again,” she replied, recalling one of the first conversations they had had across the internet. He had asked her if she, being a princess had any powers to save him from his death. She had replied that though she lacked powers, she would try to care for his wounds. After that they had become friends.

“I don’t want to fly,” Matt whispered, taking her hand into his. “I want to be the angel in your arms.”

“I’m glad you don’t, you’d only break my heart if you did.”

Matt closed in on her. He took her chin in his hand. It was ridiculous after all they had shared in the dance floor, but Alex felt nervous. She gave him a shaky smile.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I don’t want you to go away again,” she whispered.

He kissed her tenderly, their lips melting into each other, their tongues playing a game of their own. Alex broke the kiss reluctantly, but she could no longer take it.

She stood up, and tugged at Matt to stand on his feet. She gave him a quick kiss.

“I have to take you into my castle and tend your wounds,” she said, reaching down to the bulge between his legs. Matt pulled her to him and kissed her fiercely.

“I’m at your feet, your highness.”

The End