langdonism

The Beast and the Harlot / James March

A/N: Based off this request from iimaddhatzz: “ Sooo i dont normally send requests but wjat about something with james march and he finds out reader is a witch from new Orleans or somethin?“

DUN DUN DUNNNNNN! A kinda cross-over of Hotel and Coven?! Could it be?!

Warnings: I feel like ya’ll should know by now.. Smut, always always always smut. And language.

Life in New Orleans had begun to feel suffocating. Between the constant pressure of excelling at the Seven Wonders, Cordelia annoyingly breathing down my neck at every turn, and the general loathing I felt towards the other girls in the coven; I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of that place. So after proving myself an advanced witch and perfecting the Seven Wonders, that’s exactly what I did.

Cordelia screamed and cried when I came down the steps carrying all of my belongings in a single bag. She claimed that I wasn’t safe on my own and that I should continue to be sheltered and protected within the coven walls. That was a laugh. What sane person would want to stay with a bunch of bratty girls who thought it was a good idea to stitch together a poor dead boy and force him to be their sexual slave? Not only that, but the constant bickering between Madison and Zoe had driven me insane. That entire place could burn to the ground with everyone in it and I wouldn’t bat an eye.

I pushed that slightly arousing thought to the back of my head as I checked the directions on my phone. Trying to navigate around LA, I probably shouldn’t be dwelling on the idea of burning my former home to the ground, no matter how wet it made me to imagine killing every last one of those stupid bitches.

Dumbly, I had left the coven with absolutely no idea of what I was doing. I had hitched rides from Louisiana to California before deciding to try to wing in it Los Angeles. LA was the land of dreams, right?

The problem with an impromptu move to Los Angeles was the fact that rent was high and most of the decent hotels were booked for months out. I’d spent the better part of my first day here trying to find a hotel that wasn’t full and that also wasn’t infested with some sort of bug. When I stumbled across the reviews for the Hotel Cortez, I knew I’d found the perfect place.

There were very few reviews on the place, even though it had been around forever. The few reviews that were on there seemed almost like they had been written by fucking Shakespeare or something. The language was wordy and old-school, but I figured why not? It didn’t have any bad reviews.

I made my way into the dimly lit lobby of the hotel and immediately felt a strange energy throughout the building. There was a short, miserable woman at the counter, reading a magazine when I approached. She paid me no mind and continued to skim her magazine, so I tapped the bell on the counter numerous times until she finally lifted her eyes to me.

“Can I help you?” Her voice was flat and cold.

I rolled my eyes. People with her demeanor shouldn’t work with the public.

“I need a room for a few days, maybe even weeks. You guys book that long?”

She opened the guestbook in front of her and quickly glanced down at it. Nodding affirmatively, she grabbed a key from the wall behind her and tossed it to me.

“Room 190. It’s yours as long as you can manage to stick around here.” Amusement danced in her eyes, almost like she was remembering some sort of inside joke.

I raised an eyebrow at her. “No bugs here, right? You realize you do have to disclose any of that if I request it?”

She laughed a bitter laugh. “Bugs are the last thing that plagues this hotel.”

I pursed my lips. What the fuck was with this woman? Rolling my eyes again, I turned on my heel and headed for the elevators.


I had been staying in the hotel for a few days while my savings were quickly diminishing. Finding a job had proven to be extremely difficult and even more frustrating. All the entry-level positions were apparently taken, and I didn’t have any skills to secure myself anything better than that. I’d been staying in the coven for close to six years and never realized I’d need to be able to be good at things to get a job.

After another long day of a fruitless attempt to find work, I found myself at the bar of the hotel. There were only two other patrons: one was the usual kinky-haired woman in the cheetah print coat, crying into her drink as usual; while the other was a man I hadn’t seen before. He had a commanding presence about him. Everything from his hair to his outfit was crisp and perfect.

He was rolling his bourbon around the sides of his glass when I sat a few seats to his right. I signaled to Liz, the bartender, and she quickly sauntered over to me.

“Just give me a shot of Jack,” I said, running my hands through my hair. “Actually, just bring the whole bottle.”

When Liz placed the bottle and a glass in front of me, I heard the young man next to me snicker. I sincerely hoped he wasn’t laughing at me, because I was in no mood to deal with some snobby prick at the bar.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him shaking his head softly. I quickly snapped my head to face him, imagining setting fire to his perfectly toned body.

“Something funny?” I growled, shooting daggers at him with my eyes. His eyes briefly glanced over at me before looking back at his drink.

“Of course not, dear. Just something terribly pitiful.” I noticed the corners of his mouth tick up in a smile and I felt fire run through me.

I took a sip of my own drink before turning myself to face him. “I don’t believe I asked for your opinion, asshole.”

“No, you did not. It was merely an observation. You should be thankful I was the one to notice your vulnerable state and not one of the other unsavory men that frequent this bar.”

I scoffed at him. Who did he think he was?

“Thank you for your concern,” I spat, “But I’m more than capable of handling myself. After all, there’s an unsavory man right beside me and I’m not falling all over him.”

He quirked an eyebrow at me and smirked. “Believe me, dear, if I had wanted you to be falling all over me, that’s exactly what would happen.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Whatever, man. The whole 1920′s gangster get-up doesn’t appeal to me.”

He gracefully stood up from his seat and relocated to the seat right beside me. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I felt an odd energy emanating from him. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, and rather than ask, I remained silent. My reaction could have more to do with my stress levels than anything else. If he wasn’t some sort of witch or spirit, I’d rather not embarrass myself by asking and giving myself away.

He leaned in close to me, running a finger down my jawline. “I was simply looking out for your best interest, dear. I’d hate to see such a beautiful thing taken advantage of.”

I sat stock-still, gauging his next move. He’d caught me off guard and I wasn’t sure what his end game was. I focused my breathing and cleared my mind, trying to use my clairvoyance to determine his motives.

Strangely, though, there was nothing there. Or could I just not get into his head? I’d only had this problem with other witches before…

I was shocked back into reality when his fingers gently traced my bottom lip.

“What’s your name, darling?” His voice was softer now, sultry.

“Kennedy,” I breathed. “Yours?”

“James Patrick March.”

Wait, what? Hadn’t I read that James March had built this hotel and died in it? Maybe it was a name that had been passed down in the family.

Or maybe something was off here, like I had suspected the moment I walked in the lobby a few days ago. I didn’t have much time to dwell on it, however, as Mr. March’s finger continued its exploration. He had softly dragged the tip of his long digit down my neck, gauging my reaction closely.

Well, fuck it. He wants to play, we’ll play.

I grabbed his finger as it attempted to slip between the valley of my breasts. Locking eyes with him, I wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked softly before releasing his hand back to him. His eyes narrowed and I noticed his mouth curl into a devilish smirk.

Grabbing my hand, James stood from his seat. “Shall we continue this back in my room, my darling Kennedy?”

I stood as well and began walking towards the elevators, gently pulling James behind me. There was a slight tension in the air as we waited for the elevator to reach our level. Once the doors opened and we walked into the small space, James immediately shoved me against a wall and attached his lips to my collarbone. I groaned and grabbed his backside and forced him closer to me, feeling his hard member against my thigh.

I quickly flipped us so that James was pressed against the hard wood of the elevator. I bit at his lip before sucking it into my mouth with a teasing lick. He grabbed the back of my head, bringing our lips together for a proper kiss that ended up being anything but proper. Our tongues fought for dominance as our hands groped every part of each other that we could reach.

A loud ding! alerted us to the fact that the elevator had reached our desired floor. I began to pull away from James, but before I got too far, he pulled me back towards him and lifted me by my thighs towards him. I surrendered and wrapped my legs around his waist, biting harshly at his neck.

As we walked down the hallway, I uncharacteristically let out a giggle.

When James shot me a questioning look, I smirked and shook my head.

“You’re not worried that someone might be walking around the halls and see us like this?”

He laughed quietly before saying, “Darling, I own this hotel. I do what I please. If anyone should have a problem with my behavior, they’ll be dealt with accordingly.”

We finally reached his room and it took everything in me to not strip him out of his clothes as soon as I heard the door shut. James looked at me like he was a predator and I was his prey. Producing a knife from a hidden area under his pants leg, he cut my dress down the middle before shoving the fabric off my shoulders and to the floor.

“My dear, you are a revelation.”

His lips were on mine in an instant, his hands groping selfishly at my breasts. James walked me backwards until the back of my legs hit the bed. Pushing me down gently, he crawled on top of me and pulled the cups of my bra down so that my breasts were exposed and pushed up.

Biting my lip, I tried to keep quiet as his lips circled around a hardened nipple. I twisted my hands in the comforter and writhed on the bed. His eyes locked with mine, watching as I struggled to maintain my sanity.

Before I knew it, he had slipped a long digit into my heat. I let out a whimper, closing my eyes and pushing my hips towards him. His thumb softly brushed across my clit and my hips bucked on their own accord.

“Let me hear you, darling,” James whispered into my ear before biting my earlobe softly. Not one to disappoint, I let out a long moan as I felt another finger easing inside me.

He picked up speed, brushing across my clit with such precision that I was seeing stars. My hands ran through his perfectly styled hair, roughing it up. It somehow made him look even sexier, with his wild eyes and hair to match.

Another moan slipped past my lips as James lowered himself. I felt his tongue flick across my sensitive nub, scissoring his fingers inside of my heat. His pace was relentless. I was breathing heavily and arching my back as I felt my orgasm sneak up on me.

“I want to hear you scream when you release, darling. I want everyone in this god damn hotel to know how good I’m making you feel,” James’s words sent me over the edge, spiraling into an earth-shattering orgasm. I gripped at the sheets as I called his name like a prayer.

It took me a few moments to collect myself after coming down from my high. James had somehow rid himself of his clothes in that time and he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine.

“I want you to taste yourself. Surely a delicacy as fine as you should not be kept secret.” He kissed me forcefully, licking into my mouth. I groaned as I tasted myself. Gripping the back of my neck, James flipped us over so that I was straddling him. I rubbed myself against him, loving the noises he made as my dripping cunt came in contact with his length.

He pulled the hair at my nape hard enough to make my head snap back. “Do not tease me, love. I’m not a man that likes to wait.”

Using his other hand, he positioned the head of his cock at my opening. I shuddered as I lowered myself onto him, feeling him stretch me. His eyes closed as he let out a hiss, grabbing my hips with a bruising force.

I began a slow rhythm, wanting him to lose patience and fuck me recklessly. Every time I would slowly lift myself off him, I would quickly drop back onto his cock. He quickly tired of my games and began working my hips himself.

“What did I tell you about teasing?” His eyes flashed dangerously as I felt him roughly buck his hips into me. “Now touch yourself while my cock is inside you. Make yourself cum all over my cock.”

I obeyed, snaking my hand to my core and rubbing furiously. His lips were everywhere: my jaw, my neck, my breasts. The rate at which he was pounding into me left me breathless. I couldn’t remember another time when someone was fucking me half as well as he was.

“James,” I sighed loudly, letting my head drop back onto my shoulders. James picked up his pace, twisting my nipples as I felt myself get closer to yet another orgasm.

“Louder,” he commanded, moving a hand to my nape and scratching down my back. The pain and pleasure blurred as I felt the skin there splitting open.

I began bouncing on his cock wildly. “James!”

“Louder!” He pulled at my hair now, his actions becoming less measured. I locked eyes with him as I screamed his name, cumming so hard my vision blacked.

A long groan left his lips as he spilled his seed inside of me. My vision still black, I suddenly felt a sharp, cold pain across my neck. As my vision cleared, I looked down and saw blood dripping onto James’s bare chest.

Did he really just-

Everything went black for a moment. I was teetering on the edge of life and death, lost in the void.

Centralizing my energy, I began to focus on attaching my soul to my body again. I guess I should be somewhat thankful for Cordelia for being such a good teacher, but then again, I hadn’t planned to have to use my powers outside of the coven.

I felt myself gasp for breath. Coughing slightly, I shot upright in the bed and looked around wildly. James was lying on the bed beside me, smoking a cigarette and looking utterly terrified. Feeling at my neck, I noticed the wound there had begun to close.

My palm made contact with James’s cheek with a satisfying slap. “What the fuck is your problem?!”

Still confused, he merely stared at me before finding his voice. “What are you?”

“I’m a fucking witch! What the fuck are you?!” I seethed, storming from the bed and gathering what was left of my clothing.

James chuckled lowly, causing me to spin and look at him.

“Well, dear.. I guess you could say I’m a ghost,” he looked me up and down appreciatively. “I think we’ll have a lot of fun together.”

He pulled me back onto the bed with him, spreading my legs and burying himself inside me once again.