Page 18 of Bewitched (Hexes and Fangs: Holiday Editions #1)

S he moves like a haunting whisper through the evening air.

Every intricate pattern of her black lace dress—woven gothic flowers, elegant vines—seem to come alive as she steps forward, her silhouette framed by the golden hues of dusk.

The fabric hugs her form tight, its texture like spiderweb on her skin.

The dress falls just above mid-thigh, revealing a bold yet effortless style.

Flaring out in a flirtatious sway with every step she takes.

Paired with knee high boots and that witch hat, making me crave to undress her.

Her black hair, that living veil, once wrapped around my hand, fluttering like the pages of an unread love story.

She is poetry. She is the queen of horrors.

As she turns, there is a flicker of mystery in her eyes as she watches me, a promise of something unspoken, something waiting to unfold in the hush between our heartbeats.

She smiles. Playing little thing. She starts to jump on the rhythm of the drums and laughs when she sees her friend also dancing with a guy.

"Isn’t that your witch?" Zeke leans on the tomb I am already occupying, drinking from a blood bag.

"Fuck off!" I pull a cigarette from its container and stick it in my mouth. Colette sits on my lap and lights it. I am going to kill everyone.

"Isn’t that your witch?" She looks confused. Zeke laughs.

I breathe in the chemicals to calm my body and release the smoke on Colette’s face. Neo notices them, her on my lap. I wait for a flicker of jealously, but indifference runs all over her tiny body as she turns her back to us. That ass. Fuck.

"Oh, someone has a boner." Colette stands up. "She looks fucking delicious, man." She yanks my hand and hauls me to the dance floor.

The flickering lights pulse like a heartbeat, weaving energy through the night air.

Neon flashes in vibrant green, reflecting off laughter-filled faces.

Shadows shrink with every strobe, music syncing with the dance of light and darkness.

The smell of alcohol and smoke is heavy.

Exactly how everyone likes it. Colette’s arms wrap around my neck while her eyes are hunting for lonely girls. A quick meal. A fast fuck.

"Ask her out, dude." She yells into my ear.

"No."

"Oh, I get it. Fuck and feed."

I look at her, already half-drunk. One of the wolf dudes approaches Neo, but she doesn't seem to care. Her hips sway, her ass grooves way too close to the bastard’s cock.

She dances between two assholes. I inhale the smoke.

Holding it still in my lungs. Colette notices my rigid frame and takes the wolf boy for a dance.

I walk to Neo, her back dancing for me. She doesn’t realize I am the one standing behind her.

I wrap my hands around her waist; she gazes at them, intrigued.