Page 34 of The Fang Arrangement (Celestial Witches #2)

P art of me thinks I’m dreaming. That maybe the Slayer really staked me in the chest and I’ve died and am somehow now living the life of my dreams.

But when Ember bites my bottom lip, I know that somehow this is reality. That her plush, warm body is beneath mine.

That despite everything I am, everything I’ve done, she wants me. Maybe it’s the sharing of blood that has her that way, and maybe I’m considering keeping her on a steady diet of my blood, so she never changes her mind. Or maybe she’s my second chance.

“I don’t fucking deserve you,” I tell her, kissing down her throat.

I’m endlessly greedy, wanting to sink my teeth into her, but I can’t. Not with how much I took earlier. I’ll have to give her the grimoire with the blood replenishing potion as soon as possible.

“I don’t care,” she rasps out, tugging on my hair and digging her nails into my back.

I love that she’s rough with me. The small bite of pain makes me feel alive.

With the utmost reverence, I swipe my thumb over her full bottom lip before kissing her mouth and sliding my hand between us, gripping the base of my cock.

Her pussy is warm, wet, and eager as I rub the head against her clit before sliding it down her entrance.

I push into her slowly, watching as her pupils dilate and her lips part on a moan. Her hand is clasped around the side of my neck as we lock gazes, and I can’t help the whimper that falls out of me when I’m completely inside of her.

“Don’t stop,” she says, her heels digging into my ass.

“Oh, Ember. I’m just getting started,” I tell her, grabbing her thigh and thrusting in and out of her.

It takes an effort to not move too fast, to not piston in and out of her with my vampire speed.

She’s so wet that every time I pull out, the base of my cock is glistening and our flesh slaps together. She moans, writhes, bosses me around, and begs. Every second inside of her is the best moment of my life, but I know I won’t last much longer.

“I need to feel your pussy gripping me. I need to feel you come. I’ve waited so long to know what it feels like to have you gushing on my cock, witch.”

Her head falls back, the beautiful column of her throat exposed as she shouts and I can’t fucking help myself, all sense of self-control lost as I lean forward and sink my teeth into her throat, tasting her sweet blood as she squeezes around me.

Ember’s nails are digging so hard into my skin. If they could leave marks, they would as she moans and screams my name. I fall completely apart, my dick jerking inside of her tight pussy as I feel the greatest sensation of relief of my life.

I lick her throat, slight guilt hitting my gut, but as she scratches my head and rubs my back, it falls away.

When I pull back to look at her face, she’s heavy lidded, a smile on her face.

I can’t help but to grin back. How many times have I seen her smile, wishing that I was the reason why?

“Okay?” I ask her, pushing her adorable pink hair from her face.

I may or may not glance down at her perfect tits before looking back at her face.

“Okay? That might be better than magic.” She laughs, shaking her head and catching her breath.

Her throat still has two small puncture wounds, little beads of blood pebbling against her pale skin.

“You’ll need to drink more of my blood. I took too much. I lost control of myself.”

“I liked it,” she says, her hands not leaving my body.

I’m addicted to her touch. I’ve never particularly liked anyone touching me before, even when I was human. But Ember, I never want our flesh to part.

My fangs dip into my wrist, and I bring it to her mouth.

“Drink,” I tell her.

She looks maybe slightly skeptical, but doesn’t question me as I bring my wrist to her mouth. My cock jerks inside of her when she does, and she moans as she swallows it down.

When I think she’s had enough, I pull my wrist away; the skin knitting back together immediately.

“So, how long is that going to go on for?” she asks, looking down at where we’re connected.

I give her a wide grin as I play with her hair. She smells so goddamn good I want to rub myself against her and carry her scent.

“Oh, sunshine. One of the many perks of being mated to a vampire? As long as I have a steady stream of blood, everything is more than operational.”

She licks her lips and grabs the back of my neck.

“Thank Hecate,” she says as she crashes her lips against mine.

I’ve lost track of time. I have not a clue what time it is or how many times I came or made Ember fall apart over the course of how many hours it’s been. All I know is these have been the best hours of my life.

I haven’t slept, and I only consider it now as Ember sleeps next to me. Her lips part as she breathes, a slight snore escaping her lips. She’s fucking precious, insatiable, and completely mine.

She doesn’t stir as I stand from the bed, hunting down my pants to find my phone. It’s two in the afternoon and I laugh at the absurdity.

I don’t even feel tired and I assume it has to do with drinking her blood. I’ve never felt stronger, more alive.

I’ve never felt this happy. Nothing even comes close.

There are a few messages from Samantha.

Samantha

I’m keeping the vampire council very busy.

If you know what I mean.

I want to gag, but put the phone away. I crawl back into bed with my witch, holding her tight, and despite this endless energy I feel, I close my eyes, feeling at peace for the first time in my life.

When I wake, Ember is not in the bed, and I groan into the pillow that smells like her. The scent of chicken and something else is thick in the air. I ignore the scent as I grab my underwear and crack Ember’s door.

She hasn’t removed the darkening curtains and I go into the kitchen where she’s magically cooking, spoons stirring on their own, dishes washing themselves in the sink as she hums to a song I’m not familiar with.

I stare at her for a long time, watching her ass swish in her dress as she cooks and the way she tastes things by putting a finger in her mouth. It all feels so utterly domestic in a way I didn’t think I’d ever experience.

“What are you making?” I ask.

She jolts, jumping a little and turning to face me, clutching her chest.

“Didn’t we talk about you being louder with your stalking?”

“My apologies,” I say, taking a seat at her dining table.

“Just some chicken and rice, nothing fancy. I woke up starving. It won’t be sundown for a few more hours, though.”

I shrug. “I like it here more than I thought I would.”

“More than your fancy mansion?”

“Don’t get carried away now,” I say, and she comes to stand between my legs and I grip the back of her thighs.

“Am I always going to feel this insatiable around you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve tried finding more information about blood mates, but witches weren’t willing to talk to me, and I was too afraid to discuss it with other vampires. I’m not complaining though,” I say as I slide her dress up her thighs.

“There is probably something we should talk about, though. I asked you to be honest, and that street goes both ways.”

“What do you have to be honest about?” I ask, hoping that she needs to get it off her chest about how badly she needs to be back on my cock.

“Right. Well…theslayerismybestfriendsmateandyoucan’tkillhim.” She says it so fast that if I had human hearing, I probably wouldn’t have picked up every single horrifying word.

I push out of the seat to my full height and look down at her grimacing face.

“Excuse me?”

“We need to make a truce with the Slayer.”

I rub my jaw, staring down at the witch like she’s gone mad. “Did I fuck all the common sense out of you?” I ask and she shoves me hard in the chest.

“Don’t even start with me, Warin Auclair. You remember what you said to me the other day, that you would do anything for me? Well, I need you to make a truce with the Slayer.”

“He tried to kill me, Ember, he tried to get to you,” I say, raising my voice more than I’d like.

“Okay, the killing you part is true, but he’s hard-wired to do that. It’s not his fault. Iris is working on a spell to fix it and I’m reasoning with you to let this go.”

“Let it go? He staked me in your garden and if you wouldn’t have pulled it out that I would’ve died?

Who’s to say that I don’t make a truce with him and he goes back on his word immediately?

Not to mention the fact that the fucking vampire council won’t leave my fucking house until he’s dead.

No, Ember. I can’t do it, I can’t make peace with a being whose sole purpose is to kill beings like me,” I say, and she places her hands on her hips and pouts.

She fucking pouts at me. Her big green eyes look at me like she’s disappointed.

“You’re going to have to figure it out,” she demands.

“Figure it out. Figure it out, or what?” I snap back.

She lets out a puff of breath. “I don’t want to give you an ultimatum, Warin.

I don’t want to start this out on the wrong foot.

It’s clear that what's between us is undeniable. It’s the same for them.

I understand that this puts you in a hard position.

I truly understand that. But I need you to also understand that my coven is still and will always be important to me.

They’re my family. Their situation is complicated, but at the end of the day they’re still mates.

So I’m asking you, as my mate, as the man that I’ve forgiven for hurting me, to please forgive him.

You don’t have to become friends or even like it, but I’m begging you, for me, to help me figure out a way to come to an agreement. ”

I stare down at the formidable witch, the one I promised to do anything for, the one who’s looking past my worst traits. I’ve told myself repeatedly that I’d try to be a better man for her, that I would work on being honest.

“This isn’t going to be easy. I still don’t like it and I haven’t a clue how to get the vampire council out of my house.”

Ember’s arms are suddenly wrapped around me tight as she squeezes, and I hold her back.

“That’s all I’m asking. Thank you, War. We’re in this together, alright?” she says, her chin resting on my chest as she looks up at me.

“This honesty business might just kill me,” I tell her, smoothing my hands up her side and cradling her face.

“Or, maybe, you’ll be rewarded,” she suggests, pushing me back down on the chair and standing between my legs. “Do you want to see what happens to good vampires?”

“What happens to good vampires?” I ask as she falls to her knees, her hands gliding back and forth on my thighs as she pulls out my hard and ready cock.

She licks the slit, and my hands tangle in her hair as she licks and sucks on my shaft.

“You like being good for me, don’t you, Warin?” she asks, her pink hair pushed to one side, her cheeks flushed as she fists the base of my length. She pauses her movements as she waits for an answer.

“Only for you, witch.”

She bites her bottom lip, stroking me some more.

“I like you like this. Honest, sweet, and doing what I tell you,” she says, before I can answer, she leaves me speechless by taking my dick all the way down her throat.

I throw my head back and moan.

Maybe honesty has its perks after all.