Page 13 of Bewitched


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"For the Coven’s sake… that’s all you can think about right now?"

He pulls me even closer.

"I don’t think you wanna know what I am thinking about."

I stop. He turns to me, bringing time to a standstill. Our hands are still holding onto each other.

"Oh, now I want to know."

Without pulling out a cigarette, like he usually does while talking to me, he moves nearer. I must raise my head entirely to see his face, covered in shadows.

"You want me to be honest?" He stares down at me. A smirk showing on his lips when he spots my tongue licking mine. I am still expecting him to light his smoke. He stands still, as if the very act of movement might break the spell of this. His eyes hold onto me, unwavering, drinking in every detail of my face. There is a quiet intensity in his expression. His fingers twitch slightly while holding mine. His breathing is steady yet deep, as if he would like to inhale me into his body. I lift myself up on my toes.

"Every. Single. Detail…" I whisper to him.

I watch his tattoo shift as he swallows his unspoken thoughts. He tilts his head to the left, a sly smile creeping across his face, his eyes hungrily consuming mine.

"I want you."

"Me?"

"Let me talk, nightshade."

I slip my hand from his, and in that heartbeat, his hands wrap around my neck. His index finger lifts my chin for me to look at him. The perfect choker. I moan and part my lips.

"Are you going to feed from me?" I put my hands on his chest. "Or feed me?" My fingers run down on his muscles. Ismile and stop at his belt. "Talk." Unbuckling it. He inclines closer, his lips brushing against my ear.

"I’d taste you inside my coffin." His lips tickle my neck’s skin. "And after I’d have you bent over it."

I nip my lip, and he halts my movement with his thumb. So I touch the tip of my tongue to it. One simple lick and he loses it. He presses his mouth against my neck.

CHAPTER 11

My fangs throb. What if I sink my teeth into her? How will she respond to this thrilling twist of her naughty game? Her body ignites like a fire, while mine shivers, craving her heat.

"I’m going to kill you if you bite me."

"What if I do this instead?" My hand crawls under her skirt. Fingers touching the wet lace between her thighs. She moans. She is wearing lace. I fucking love lace on her. "What color are you wearing for me tonight?" Her hand slips into my pants, immediately rubbing against my cock. Greedy little witch. In a single motion, I tug at the delicate lace. It slips down on her thighs. I kneel in front of her. Red. My fingers burrow into her skin, holding onto her thong, and then I slowly pull it off. Her hand is in my hair, poised to attack.

A soft creak can be heard to our left. A shuffle. Something brushing ever so lightly, like fabric skimming a rough surface. I look up to Neo but her eyes are already on me. I release my grip on her thigh and kiss the spot wheremy fingers pressed into her skin, gently raising her lingerie. She zips up my pants as soon as I stand up.

"I am going to kill whoever interrupted our play." My hands bring her in tight to me.

"No…"

The earth seems to hum with the movements, absorbing the presence. A step. Weight pressing down into the dirt. Leaves skitter across the ground, tapping faintly against the earth.

"Dead." I whisper into her ear. The darkness makes it impossible for her to see, but her friend is looking for her. The other witch's pulse is quickening. Lighting up the area with her phone, she treads cautiously, scanning every nook for Neo.

"Someone is looking for you." I softly take her chin and turn her head toward the direction of the motion.

"Zilla. It must be her."

"I guess you’d be very pissed if I kill her." She shifts to me and punches her fist into my chest. "I’ll see you around then, nightshade."

"You won’t." She tries to walk away, but I appear in front of her, suddenly. I click my tongue as soon as I feel her knife close to my cock.

"Listen to me, bat boy…" The point of the blade is moving up and down on my bulge. "You are hot, and I really want to sit on your pretty face. But if you ever even think of having my blood, I am going to cut off your cock and use it as my dildo after I preserve it."