“How can I make it better?” I ask her.
She tugs me down by my neck as our lips touch. It’s a calmer kiss than I expected from her. I also didn’t expect the way my magic would pull me to take her even deeper. Her lips are soft, she doesn’t use any tongue, but it’s enough to make me want more. I want to devour her. The moan slips out of me as she pulls apart from the kiss, panting and staring at me.
Her eyes are glossy and confused and flash purple before phasing back to brown. She furrows her brow, but still holds me around my neck.
“What are you?”
I lean down to whisper in her ear. “I guess you’re just going to need to wait and find out, little witch.” I couldn’t help myself. Maybe the mystery of who or what I am will keep her intrigued enough to want to see me again, or even let me take her home tonight.
“You can tell?” she asks, confused. I push a strand of her hair behind her ear and she leans into the touch.
“I could sense it as soon as you looked at me across the bar.”
“What are you?” she asks again, like I’m willing to lay everything on the table. People don’t trust demons, rightfully so. The last thing I want to do is push this fiery witch away when I just found her.
“In due time,” I tell her. We walk back to the bar and I pull out a stool for her. The redheaded witch places two drinks for us on the bar top as Asmo tries speaking to me. My attention is elsewhere as I watch Blair spell my drink.
From what I can tell, it isn’t a harmful spell, so I act as if I see nothing. The witch is devious, and I like it. Whatever fun she’s planning to have with me, I’ll allow it. If she thinks I need a performance potion, she would be wrong. The moment she lets me have her, she won’t be leaving the bed for days. I’m kind of excited to feel the effect of whatever spell she’s cast on me.
She sips her drink, and I can tell she’s deep in thought. Blair’s curious, and I wonder how much of this pull she’s feeling on her end. I place a reassuring hand on her back and it occurs to me she lives in the modern day world and likely follows many mortal customs.
I hand her my phone. “Your number?” I ask confidently. She smiles and puts her number in my phone. “I’m busy tomorrow night, but maybe we could do something tonight?”
“She’s busy tonight,” the redhead says out of nowhere. Maybe I should take the time to remember her name. She looks down at her phone. “Blair, we need to leave in twenty minutes.”
Blair groans and looks at me, like she’s trying to figure out a puzzle. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Meeting an old friend.” It’s a lie, but I don’t know her well enough to tell her all of my business. She nods and takes a sip. “Maybe the night after?”
“Plan something memorable and I might consider a date with you,” she teases me, placing her small hand on my thigh. I can’t help it when I get hard for her.
I lean over and whisper in her ear. “You better stop teasing me, little witch, or I’ll pick you up and have my way with you in the back alley.”
She whispers her retort quickly. “That’s where you’re wrong,Dax. I’ll be having my way with you.” She kisses my cheek as she spins off the stool and heads to the back office with her fellow witch. A few other employees are still here and I would imagine they’re going to kick us out soon for closing time.
Asmo grumbles next to me. “We need to find a better bar.”
“Oh, you’re just sad none of the pretty witches wanted to fuck you.”
“Hey! I don’t see you getting laid either,” he says back.
I roll my eyes. “The anticipation and build up is half the fun. Especially with a woman like her.”
“Lucky bastard, I bet she’s into the nasty stuff.”
“We can only hope.” We clink our glasses as the women come to say goodbye.
“Heather will close the bar soon, but I guess I’ll see you around,” Blair says fiddling with her purse, and it’s the first time I haven’t seen her as the demanding, confident witch that she is. I don’t like it. I pull her in close, my hand on her waist.
“I’ll be seeing you sooner than you think. Sweet dreams, Blair.” If only she knew what I meant.
“Goodnight, Dax.” We separate and the two witches make their way out of the restaurant.
My life just got so much more interesting than I imagined it would be when I returned to Hallowsdeep.
“Are you going to whip your dick out and jerk off all over this sticky bar floor, or are we going to go home and work on this case?”
“Someone is a sore loser.”
