Page 12 of Bewitched (Hexes and Fangs: Holiday Editions #1)

M y 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 where my 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."

"Ah, how lucky I am since you can see ghosts. So… I’ll enjoy the view." I point to my cock. She rolls her eyes.

"I fucking hate you."

I am fucking obsessed with her.