Page 10 of Bewitched (Hexes and Fangs: Holiday Editions #1)

C atching sight of her walking into the street at midnight, with that very blade she had once carved with into my neck, makes me smile.

Wearing nothing but a silky black nightgown.

This curious dance of hunger and pleasure ignited a playful spark within me.

I like to play and she is set to slay whatever is in front of her.

I long for her, a craving that can’t be ignored.

I’ll be her toy while she’s my prey. Her game with my rules.

To keep my distance from her will make my insides rot.

She transformed into all I wish to observe.

Everything I want to taste. I want her fingers to dig into my skin.

The tattoo machine’s needles can’t appease my thirst. I let out the smoke held for too long inside my lungs and look at the teeth marks now inked into my skin.

Stalking her starts to be boring. I want her. I want her to beg for me.

"What happened with your neck?" Colette’s voice is louder than the machines buzz. Her navy eyes elevate to mine as she takes a moment from her tattooing. Cleaning the blend of blood and ink from my skin with a white paper towel.

"Women…"

She bursts out laughing, displaying her fangs decorated with silver rings and I can’t help but question how she can feed with piercings inside her teeth. She adjusts her pink medical gloves on her fingers and reengages in tattooing me.

"I heard the maze is finished. We can all go tonight."