“All of it,” he says.
“I think you’re right,” I tell him as he comes next to me, leaning against the brick, his side briefly touching mine.
“I’m right about most things.”
“Doesn’t mean you need to be an ass about it,” I say, bumping his hip.
“That’s exactly what it means. But, really, are you okay?”
“I think she’s on to me,” I sigh and look up at Silas, who is undoubtedly staring down my dress right now. “My face is up here, Alpha,” I say.
The sound that ripples through him is purely masculine and borderline animalistic, as he spins, putting a hand above my head and another on my hip as he looks me in the eyes and down at my breasts again.
“Did you wear this so I would stare at you all Halloween, Vi?”
“Is it working?”
“I wanted to smack the teenager dressed as the Joker that was staring down your dress,” he says, his fingertip touching my collarbone and ever so slightly trailing my skin to the top of my breast. “I hope you have a decision soon.”
“I have a decision,” I tell him breathlessly. His hand slides up to delicately rest against my collarbone.
“Is your decision for me to finger fuck you in this alleyway? I can scent your arousal, you know?” I gasp and blink at him while he smiles. “Should I go chop some wood to get you in the mood, wife?”
I wrap my hand around his wrist and lick my lips. I should let him, no, I definitely shouldn’t let him. Anyone could see us together and report back to my grand-mère.
“Only if we still feel this way when the hex is lifted,” I say, trying to be strong and not admitting to the other parts.
He leans in, his nose trailing my jaw, like he’s scenting me.
“I’m patient. Very patient,” he says, kissing the side of my throat, before adjusting his very large cock in his jeans, winking at me, and walking away.
I slump against the brick wall and take a few breaths.
He’s going to come to my house tonight and I’ll only be able to think about his hands on me, how he wants me. This is bad, I need to keep my wits about me.
I pass all the other Halloween tables. Kids are meddling about dressed as their favorite characters and supernatural beings. If only they knew we were right in front of their faces.
As soon as I’m back at Iris’ table, she knows something’s up.
“Why are you flushed?” she asks.
No point in lying now. “I need something to curb my libido,” I say.
Ember looks like I’m delusional, and Iris just laughs.
“Hate to break it to you, but no one comes shopping for a dry snatch. The only thing I have are some oils to help things run smoother.”
I plop into my chair and rub my face. “I fear I want to fuck my husband,” I say on a sigh.
“Pft. Do it, it’s not like you haven’t done it before,” Ember says and my cheeks heat even redder. “Wait. Violet. No. Seriously?” Ember asks, going through all the emotions. She grabs at my skirt. “Have you checked for cobwebs?”
I smack her hand away. “Stop it. The opportunity never came around and then time just went by and it felt like I didn’t need it. This is the first time I’ve actually wanted to.”
“You should check with your great aunt Daisy, I’m sure she can give you a ritual or something so you won’t throw yourself at the man,” Iris suggests as a group of girls dressed like princesses grab some candy with their sweet rounds of ‘trick or treat.’
“Grand-mère is probably out praying to Hecate for my obedience. She probably isn’t home. I’ll give that a try,” I say.
Iris clicks her tongue. “Or, you could give into something you want for the first time in forever.”
