Page 33 of The Fang Arrangement (Celestial Witches #2)

T he ritual goes fine, the moon water has been collected, the strength of the coven is revitalized.

Blah, blah, blah.

All I can think about is fucking my vampire. I’m like a witch possessed as I enter my cottage. Just now realizing that I have no clue on how to get to Warin’s house.

Knowing that the Slayer isn’t a problem, Conner is likely dead, and the vampire council can’t enter my home, I make a quick decision. I’m frantic with my magic, turning all my curtains pitch black, so that we don’t have to worry about the sunrise, and set a bunch of candles alight.

It’s like a fire lit under my skin. Maybe it’s Warin’s blood, maybe it’s accepting this connection we have, or maybe I just want to get absolutely fucked by my hot vampire mate.

Whatever it is, I’m not fighting it. Just the opposite. I’m going to seduce the shit out of this man.

I shower quickly, shaving everything, two razors magically wiping around at once, making me smooth all over. When every inch of me is scrubbed to where I’m pretty sure I have on a new layer of skin, I dry my hair with magic, the pink waves slightly wild as I dig through my panty drawer.

The selection is sad, but there’s one matching purple and pink set. It isn’t overtly sexy, but at least they match. I tug them on, scooping my hands into the cups of the bra and making sure they sit high, and I look at myself in the mirror.

I’ve never been skinny or plus size, always somewhere in between.

Enough to get compliments that include, ‘you have such a pretty face’, or small quips about my curves.

Sometimes I’ve been more self-conscious, wishing that maybe my thighs didn’t rub together, or that my stomach was more toned.

But no matter what I was feeling, I appreciated the body I had.

Right now I feel sexy, nervous about being fully naked around Warin for the first time, but just excited, too.

I grab my black robe, covering myself, knowing exactly what I have to do next.

I don’t text Warin, instead I step out on my front porch and stare at the shutters.

“Um, Betty?” I ask.

Her dark little head pops out between the shudders, her beady eyes taking me in as she tilts her head.

“You’re very adorable. Could you tell Warin to meet me here, please?”

She tilts her head to the left, a small squeak leaving her, which I assume is a yes.

“Thank you, Betty,” I say, shutting the door.

“You’re inviting him over?” Tabitha shrieks and I groan.

“Yes. Like it or not, he’s coming over. I suggest you head back to the fairy garden.”

“She’s serious,” Domingo says, his small eyebrows pinched in. He sighs, his wings flapping behind him. “Perhaps we could have a proper introduction to him another night, then?”

“Domingo, are you crazy?” Tabitha shrieks.

“No, Tabitha. We won’t find a place better than this. Nothing is like Ember’s garden and no witch will put up with us like Ember does. If we want to stay, we need to accept this.”

I take a sigh of relief. Finally, a fairy on my side. I arch an eyebrow at Tabitha, waiting for her response.

She just huffs and flutters away.

“I’ll work on it,” Domingo promises, following her to the small door on the trim of the floor.

There’s a light knock on my door, and I take a deep breath. I’m really doing this. I grab the doorknob and pull the door back.

Warin stands there, looking refined as ever as he holds on to the doorframe he rebuilt. He’s wearing dark trousers, a black leather belt, and a dark shirt with three buttons undone at the collar.

His gaze starts at my bare feet, trailing up my legs to where my robe hits mid thigh. He doesn’t stop his perusal there as he leans further in, his eyes finally meeting mine.

“You beckoned me, witch?” he says, his tone sultry.

“Were you busy?”

“Never too busy for you. May I come in?” he asks, though I doubt he needs a second invitation.

I pull the door back and he walks in, glancing around my house.

“You did some redecorating.”

“I didn’t want you to have to worry about the sunrise.”

His fang slightly bites his lip as he shuts my door, approaching me in two easy steps, his hands gripping my hips, fingertips making indents against my flesh. The sigh that leaves me is heady, like my body calls to him, his touch calming some of the madness I’ve felt all day.

“I thought I was rude, manipulative, and scheming?” he says with a grin, his nose dragging along my hair. “You have no fucking idea how much I appreciate this effort. How badly I want to peel this robe off you and worship your body all night long, but we can’t stay here.”

I slide my hands up his chest and have to repress a moan. I feel obsessed, consumed, and, most of all, undoubtedly horny.

“We’re safe here,” I say, hoping he will take it at surface value and let it go and do just as he promised.

“Let’s go back to my house where I can do everything I want with you,” he says, being all seductive, but I shake my head.

“No. I don’t want to go there, not with the vampire council still there.”

He moves his hands from my hips to my waist.

“You warded the room. It’s soundproof.”

I lick my lips and I’m trying to form the words that don’t make me sound like an absolute lunatic. I already feel like one.

“Your blood is doing a real number on me, vampire. The least you could do is handle the situation,” I say, my hands sliding down to his belt.

“I know you’ve been patient. Waiting so long for me, haven’t you?

” I tug him by the belt, my breasts are pressed against his chest as I stare up at him.

“You’re stronger than me, because I’m not feeling very patient. ”

His one hand slides up my back, fisting my hair.

“Do you enjoy torturing me, witch? You’re rather good at it.”

“Aren’t you tired of waiting? Tell me, War, did you watch from my window all the nights I touched myself, wishing it was you?” I ask him, knowing I’m being a menace, that maybe I’ve ripped out a page from his book on scheming.

He tugs on my hair harder, pulling my head back.

“What did you think about when you were making yourself come? When you’d have one hand under your blanket, and the other gripping your breast, sunshine?”

“I didn’t know it then, but I’m pretty sure I was thinking about you,” I whisper.

“Let me take you home,” he says, nearly panting, the evidence of his erection pressing against my stomach. “I need you safe and in my bed.”

“But what if I want you in mine?” I say, shoving him against his chest and hightailing it to my bedroom.

It is a strategic choice. I know how fast he can move, that I don’t stand a chance. He lets me get to the end of the bed, before pressing me down face first on the sheets, his body on top of mine.

He grinds his cock against my ass before leaning down, his teeth dragging against my throat.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. Your heart is racing, your blood calling for me. You’re aching for it so bad you can’t wait, can you, witch?”

“No, I can’t.”

He eases off me, rolling me on my back so quickly I nearly feel dizzy. Warin straddles me, none of his weight on me as his hands tug on the tie of my robe. I swear there’s a slight tremor in his hands as he tugs the knot out, exposing my body.

There’s no time to be self conscious. Not by the way he looks at me like he just opened the best gift he’s ever received. The cool touch of his hands spanning my waist has me gasping, his thumbs rubbing my rib cage.

He leans forward, his face against my breasts as he kisses the exposed flesh.

“You win, witch. You fucking win,” he says against my skin.

I run a hand through his soft, dark blond hair and he shivers. His fingers grip the hem of my panties and I don’t stop him as he glides them down my thighs.

His eyes meet mine as his hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide. His eyebrow arches and I lick my lips.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says, kissing up my calf, his fingers indented against my thighs. “Are you going to let me taste you this way, Ember?”

I lick my lips, watching as he kisses further up my thigh, his fangs dragging along my skin. He smirks as he licks my skin, his tongue just barely reaching my lips.

“I can’t tell what part turns you on more, the idea of me devouring your sweet little cunt, or sinking my fangs into your thigh?”

“Both. Definitely both,” I reply.

“I already took too much from you today. You’ll just have to come from my tongue alone,” he says, no longer toying with me as his mouth is on me.

One of his hands holds my thigh wide, while the other slides up my chest, tugging on the cup of my bra and freeing my breast. He moans against my pussy as my back arches off the bed.

His tongue is inhuman with its speed and strength, outdoing any battery-operated device I’ve ever come across.

“Oh fuck,” I moan out, gripping on to his hair, holding him against me. He likes it when I pull on his hair. He rewards me by eating me out with more rigor.

I don’t know how to explain what it feels like to have him so solely focused on me, on making me feel good.

His hand moves from my thigh, his lips momentarily leaving my body as he slides his fingers around my wetness before slipping them inside of me. I gasp at the cool feel and pressure as his mouth joins his fingers.

“Right there, Warin, right there,” I urge him.

He doesn’t disappoint, keeping the same movement of his fingers and tongue. I’m not gentle with my grip on his hair as my back arches off the bed and my orgasm rips through me. It’s a moment of pure bliss, like none of my problems exist. The only thing in the world right now is me and Warin.

This blissful little bubble of pleasure I never want to pop.

He licks me one more time and I shiver as he moves and kisses his way up my body. Pulling the other cup of my bra down, both of my breasts pushed up against the fabric.

“These fucking tits.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, only the slightest bit of fang dragging along the skin. “One day, I’ll feed from here while I fuck you,” he promises.

I’m still panting and getting myself together from my release, letting him have his fun sucking, licking, and kissing my chest. When I’ve finally caught my breath, I’m wiggling under his touch, gripping his shirt, and tugging him toward me.

His lips meet mine without hesitation, the taste of myself stark on his tongue.

Warin is gripping my chin as we kiss and all I can think is that he needs his clothes off now. I need him desperately. I’ve never wanted anything more. Maybe it’s because we shared blood, maybe it’s fate, maybe I’m an idiot for not giving a single fuck.

The hopeless romantic in me just knows that he’s mine, that this can’t be wrong. Even if no one ever truly understands this connection between us, I do. There’s this physical tug between us and I need him to take away the ache.

“Your clothes,” I get out between kisses.

He’s off me in a blink of an eye. I can’t help the needy whimper that falls out of my mouth. He’s so quick that I don’t even see him undress.

Warin Auclair is just easily naked in front of me, looking like an absolute dream. His body is toned in a way that I can tell he did hard labor when he was a human, but nowhere near a body builder. The veins on his skin stand out against his skin, and his cock stands at attention.

He strokes himself, eyes not leaving mine.

“Do you want what belongs to you, sunshine?” he asks, his thumb rubbing over the tip.

I bite my lip and curl my finger at him, beckoning him to the bed.

He’s on me in an instant, his cool body against my warm one, his length pressed against my entrance as he kisses me with a reverent dominance.