Page 19 of Bewitched (Hexes and Fangs: Holiday Editions #1)

" Are you trying to make me jealous?" He bends closer, placing his chin on my shoulder. His inked hands are cradling my waist and pulling me closer to his body.

"I'll try to get rid of you too." I carry on my dance, aware that my motions will arouse him. This is making me horny.

"Is someone bothering you again?"

I turn my head; our lips hover temptingly close.

"Would you like HIS name?" He laughs. These fangs make me wonder how they would feel inside my skin.

His face is perfectly created with black locks cascading over his brow.

I am drunk. I reach for his hands, my fingers gliding over sturdy veins.

"Were you jealous?" I question; my lips tickling his ear. He laughs again.

"I was. Is that making you happy?"

I release his hands. The graveyard pulses with music, the bass vibrating through the ground as bodies move in rhythmic chaos.

I step forward, weaving through the shifting sea of dancers, feeling the warmth of their movement and the occasional brush of an arm or a swaying hip.

The air is thick with laughter, conversations, and the scent of spilled drinks, perfume and smoke. I try to reach Zilla.

"He is jealous."

"What?" She stops dancing.

"He is jealous!"

"Good. Is he still under the spell?"

"I don’t know." I look between the people to find Nox, but he is already staring at me. I sense my cheeks flushing.

"Well… find out! Kiss someone else."

I have to kiss someone else...

I make my way straight toward the tall dude next to Nox. My jealous vampire stands up as soon as I reach them and I bump into his body.

"Neo, I swear on blood, if you do something stupid I will kill everyone here."

I grab Nox’ shirt and pull him down to me. "Kiss me, someone is watching."

His hands gently cup my face, fingers tracing the curve of my jaw as he leans in.

The world stops around us—the music, the flickering of lights, the wind—all fading into the quiet urgency of the moment.

Our breath mingles, warm and close, before his lips brush against mine, tentative at first, then deeper, more certain.

Time stretches, slows, dissolves. My heartbeat quickens.

There’s a quiet electricity in the way he tilts his head, the way he leans into me, the way our bodies instinctively align as if pulled together by something unseen. He interrupts the kiss.

"He’s gone."

I look around us. "It works."

The music still pulses as I slip away from the party. My ears hum with the remnants of laughter, the beat still drumming in my chest. The cocktail glass is still in my hand. How can I kiss someone else. Streetlights flicker above me as I sit on one of the graves.

"I know you are here."

Nox leaves the shadows as if he is part of them. Draped in black with his hands in his pockets, his cigarette is already nestled between his lips.

"How would you react if I’d kiss someone else right now?"

"Do you really want me to spill blood for you?" He stops in front of me.

"How did you get out of prison?"

"I know people."

I look up at him. He releases the smoke, grabs the ette between his thumb and index finger, and breathes in again.

"I need your help…"

"He’s already dead."

He killed the wolf boy.

"You can’t kill everyone that has feelings for me."

"But I will." he finishes his smoke and drops it on the ground. "Those are not feelings. They act possessed."

"Possessed?"

"They are obsessed with your body or blood."

"And what are you obsessed with?"

He scoops me up effortlessly, sits on the gravestone, holding me on his lap. "You."

"My blood. You’re a vampire… I’m a witch… you guys always want us. And you stalk me, always."

"True. But you like that."

"That won’t stop me from killing you. And you need to stop killing the others."

"Fine. What is it that you want, nightshade?"

"I need to do some tests and spells on you… to see what works... and what not."

"For?"

"My own pleasure." I scoot closer to him. My hand tugs down his shirt, uncovering his collarbone and my lips inked in bloody red below it. "Did you tattoo my lips on your cock as well?"

"I have an appointment tomorrow." He burrows his face into my neck.

Why is he acting completely different from the others? They all had the same candy.

He kills everyone for me.

I’ll have to kill him myself.