Page 44 of The Fang Arrangement (Celestial Witches #2)

M y witch is a bridesmaid at her best friend’s wedding or anniversary. The details are a little hazy, all I know is my witch looks delicious.

Her friend, Violet, who is getting married is a little less complicated than Iris, who unfortunately brought her Slayer to the wedding.

What an absolute fucking vibe killer.

Right now, it seems like the man is in charge. He sits at the back, looking pissed off, per usual. At least with Ember’s life attached to mine, I don’t have to worry about that specific problem. I’m pretty sure Iris keeps him on a relatively tight leash. At least I hope so.

The love of my life, my blood mate, the reason I exist’s eyes are watering as she listens to the bride and groom speak.

I’m overcome with joy as I look at her, to realize that somehow we have it all.

My glasses and umbrella shield me from the sun as I watch the nuptials, but Ember stands in the sun where she belongs, her hair glistening, her skin full of life.

My witch belongs to the sun and her coven almost as much as she belongs to me.

She wipes a tear as the couple kisses and I wonder if she wants an official wedding.

Ember has my last name, her life is tied to mine, my ring on her finger. I don’t need the government to get intertwined with our affairs. However, if she asked for a wedding, I wouldn’t be able to deny her.

She has me wrapped around her pink manicured finger and there’s no place I’d rather be.

Everyone cheers as the ceremony concludes and we’re ushered to the reception space, which is literally just the other part of the backyard. Ember finds me quickly, grabbing the train of her dress and rushing up to me. She grips my waist and kisses my chin, joining me under the umbrella.

We get some looks from members of her coven, but for the most part they keep to themselves. I may not completely understand Ember’s friendships, but I can appreciate how much they protect and stand up for Ember.

I can already see Iris glaring at one older witch as she openly stares. The woman purses her lips and walks away. Ember doesn’t even notice.

“It was beautiful, wasn’t it?” she says dreamily, her head resting against my chest as music plays and people

“You were beautiful,” I say, pushing some hair off her shoulder.

She looks up at me, not able to see my eyes because of the glasses, and grins as she wraps her arms around my neck, toying with the hair on my nape. I hold on to her waist with one hand and the umbrella handle with another.

I glance down at her full breasts, that are abundant in this bridesmaid dress, and Ember laughs.

“My eyes are up here, War,” she says.

“I’m a simple man, with simple needs.”

“Simple?” she snorts. “Nothing about you or any of this has ever been simple.”

I squeeze her tighter to me, her chest pressed against mine as she smiles up at me.

“You know, there might be something to this whole wedding thing?” I say.

“Oh is that so?”

“Maybe we could sneak away, have a little romantic moment of our own?”

“I think we could manage that,” she says.

“What exactly would you like me to do to you, witch?”

“Push my dress up my waist, your fangs deep in my shoulder while you fu?—”

Mid whisper there’s a squeak as Gus grabs my witch’s dress and tugs.

“They won’t give me any fucking cake,” he complains.

“Little cock block,” I complain as Ember laughs, bending down, at least giving me a gratuitous view down her dress as she picks Gus up.

At least I never have to worry about her wanting children. The large raccoon is like a forever child demanding her attention, time, and disturbing us constantly during our time together.

“Cake and then we can sneak away,” she says with a wink.

Gus cracks a mischievous smile and gives me the middle finger over Ember’s shoulder.

I give him one right back and he cackles.

I follow them over to the cake and wait patiently as the party rages on.

Eventually night falls and I can toss the glasses and umbrella.

Everyone is enthralled with the night, laughing, drinking, and celebrating the couple as I grab Ember by the wrist and drag her into the forest, just far enough away from the party to give us some privacy.

Ember’s fingers grip on to the tree bark as I slide my fingers up her dress, toying with her clit.

“You need me so fucking bad, don’t you, sunshine?”

“Always,” she whispers as I flip her dress, grab my cock, and sink myself into her warm pussy in one fast motion.

Ember moans as I sink my teeth into her throat, filling her completely.

She’s my everything, nothing compares to all the ways I have her, mind, body and soul.

“Make me come,” she rasps out.

My fangs retract from her shoulder, where I lick the small puncture marks.

“I think that can be arranged, Ember Auclair,” I say, as she clenches around me. I follow suit, filling her up with my release.

She pants against the tree and I push my release back into her, before fixing her panties and dress before turning her to face me.

“Really?” she says and I bite my lip.

“Now you’ll have a piece of me all night,” I say, and she rolls her eyes playfully.

“You’re insatiable.”

“For you, always,” I say, leaning down and kissing her lips.

“Vow it,” she whispers, and I kiss her again.

“I vow it,” I whisper against her lips, though there’s no vow necessary.

This witch is my obsession for the rest of my hopefully very long existence.