“Don’t get carried away now,” I say, and she comes to stand between my legs and I grip the back of her thighs.
“Am I always going to feel this insatiable around you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve tried finding more information about blood mates, but witches weren’t willing to talk to me, and I was too afraid to discuss it with other vampires. I’m not complaining though,” I say as I slide her dress up her thighs.
“There is probably something we should talk about, though. I asked you to be honest, and that street goes both ways.”
“What do you have to be honest about?” I ask, hoping that she needs to get it off her chest about how badly she needs to be back on my cock.
“Right. Well…theslayerismybestfriendsmateandyoucan’tkillhim.” She says it so fast that if I had human hearing, I probably wouldn’t have picked up every single horrifying word.
I push out of the seat to my full height and look down at her grimacing face.
“Excuse me?”
“We need to make a truce with the Slayer.”
I rub my jaw, staring down at the witch like she’s gone mad. “Did I fuck all the common sense out of you?” I ask and she shoves me hard in the chest.
“Don’t even start with me, Warin Auclair. You remember what you said to me the other day, that you would do anything for me? Well, I need you to make a truce with the Slayer.”
“He tried to kill me, Ember, he tried to get to you,” I say, raising my voice more than I’d like.
“Okay, the killing you part is true, but he’s hard-wired to do that. It’s not his fault. Iris is working on a spell to fix it and I’m reasoning with you to let this go.”
“Let it go? He staked me in your garden and if you wouldn’t have pulled it out that I would’ve died? Who’s to say that I don’t make a truce with him and he goes back on his word immediately? Not to mention the fact that the fucking vampire council won’t leave my fucking house until he’s dead. No, Ember. I can’t do it, I can’t make peace with a being whose sole purpose is to kill beings like me,” I say, and she places her hands on her hips and pouts.
She fucking pouts at me. Her big green eyes look at me like she’s disappointed.
“You’re going to have to figure it out,” she demands.
“Figure it out. Figure it out, or what?” I snap back.
She lets out a puff of breath. “I don’t want to give you an ultimatum, Warin. I don’t want to start this out on the wrong foot. It’s clear that what's between us is undeniable. It’s the same for them. I understand that this puts you in a hard position. I truly understand that. But I need you to also understand that my coven is still and will always be important to me. They’re my family. Their situation is complicated, but at the end of the day they’re still mates. So I’m asking you, as my mate, as the man that I’ve forgiven for hurting me, to please forgive him. You don’t have to become friends or even like it, but I’m begging you, for me, to help me figure out a way to come to an agreement.”
I stare down at the formidable witch, the one I promised to do anything for, the one who’s looking past my worst traits. I’ve told myself repeatedly that I’d try to be a better man for her, that I would work on being honest.
“This isn’t going to be easy. I still don’t like it and I haven’t a clue how to get the vampire council out of my house.”
Ember’s arms are suddenly wrapped around me tight as she squeezes, and I hold her back.
“That’s all I’m asking. Thank you, War. We’re in this together, alright?” she says, her chin resting on my chest as she looks up at me.
“This honesty business might just kill me,” I tell her, smoothing my hands up her side and cradling her face.
“Or, maybe, you’ll be rewarded,” she suggests, pushing me back down on the chair and standing between my legs. “Do you want to see what happens to good vampires?”
“What happens to good vampires?” I ask as she falls to her knees, her hands gliding back and forth on my thighs as she pulls out my hard and ready cock.
She licks the slit, and my hands tangle in her hair as she licks and sucks on my shaft.
“You like being good for me, don’t you, Warin?” she asks, her pink hair pushed to one side, her cheeks flushed as she fists the base of my length. She pauses her movements as she waits for an answer.
“Only for you, witch.”
She bites her bottom lip, stroking me some more.
“I like you like this. Honest, sweet, and doing what I tell you,” she says, before I can answer, she leaves me speechless by taking my dick all the way down her throat.
