Page 31 of Traitor Witch (The Deadwood #1)

Chapter Thirty-One

NILSA

I stumble back to my cabin in a daze.

Nos kissed me. Nos kissed me.

And I loved it.

The Seer never gave any indication that he desired me. Didn't say anything to make me even suspect...

I'm so confused I don't even notice the other shifter lounging on my bed.

"You smell like my brother."

I just about jump out of my skin at the growl in his voice. It takes a second for my heart to restart.

"Cas!"

"The one and only." His grin is infectious as he stretches out on my sheets, tucking his arms behind his head. He's shirtless, wearing only a low-slung pair of cargo pants as he lounges on my bed, draped in sunlight. The very image of male temptation. "Been having fun with Noster, princess?"

"Maybe," I shrug. "What's it to you?"

"Nothing... unless you want to do a comparison?" He raises a single sexy eyebrow. "Our cocks might be identical, but I promise I'm the better kisser."

I smirk. Now that he knows I'm not a Solar, Cas's filter has disappeared entirely. I'm not going to lie. I like it.

I like it a lot.

I bite my lip as I debate it.

This is probably a bad idea.

I'm leaving the moment we make land. We're both keeping secrets from each other. I just kissed his twin, for Goddess’s sake.

"Come on. You know you want to."

I do. That's the problem.

"Cas, this is a bad idea. I'm leaving and I just kissed Nos and..."

While I'm blabbering, he climbs to his knees, crawls in front of me, and wraps his arms around my waist. When he falls backwards, I'm dragged after him. Straddling his hips, every curve of my body conforms perfectly to his.

"Do it," he dares me, his lips inches from my own.

Why not?

I lean down and take his mouth with my own. His lips are warm, eager, and hard. But the kiss itself is leisurely. Unhurried. Seductive.

I went into the melding of mouths wanting to make him regret his dare, but I keep kissing him because he's addictive.

Nos kissed me like he was starving. Cas kisses like he wants to savour the meal.

Goddess, I can't decide which is more of a turn on.

Cas's hands stay at my hips, the heat of him burning through my clothes as they urge me to move against the growing bulge beneath me.

So I do. Teasing him with the friction we're both craving.

But it works both ways. I moan into his mouth as his hardness presses into my clit, sending fireworks of sensation outwards from my core.

My arms wind around his neck, holding him to me like I can merge us into one being. Every now and again we're forced to come up for air, gasping for breath before melding mouths once more.

I can feel my own pleasure building. Bubbles of sensation fizzing under my skin as my body begs his to just keep touching me. One of his hands slowly releases my hip, giving me plenty of time to stop him as it creeps up my ribcage. Destination unmistakable.

When those long fingers trace the underside of my breast through the fabric, my eyes fall closed.

"Look at me, princess," he whispers, breaking our kiss and letting his lips travel along the edge of my jaw. "I want to watch you come."

His words send a shiver down my spine, making my hips buck against him. But I obey. Eyes flying open just in time to meet his honey brown ones before they flicker turquoise and I'm making out with his beast.

Scales erupt along his cheekbones then disappear just as swiftly, but Cas doesn't seem to notice.

His fingers find my nipple through my clothes and pinch it lightly. I gasp under the onslaught, throwing my head back. His jaw clenches, eyes flashing to my neck then to my eyes and back again.

Those fingers tweak my nipple again. Cas's body bucks upwards at the same time, the seam on his pants pressing into my clit just right. The dual stimulation is just what I need.

I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me.

"Fuck," Cas growls, his eyes flashing turquoise one last time before settling back into his normal honey brown once again .

I smirk, flopping down onto his chest. The position leaves his face tucked against my neck, which he kisses lightly.

It takes me a second to realise he's shaking.

I pull back, but not fast enough to avoid being dumped on the floor as he leaps from the bed.

"Cas, what's wrong?"

But he doesn't answer.

Instead, he runs for the window, diving through the glass like his life depends on it.

His beast's roar makes the ship shake.

And then a huge, turquoise eye is staring through the comparatively small window at me.

"Hey," I whisper. Still a little awed by the massive creature that is Cas's leviathan.

His eye takes up all of the space, until it's all I can see. I scramble to stand up, and he makes that strange whirring noise I'm coming to believe is the leviathan equivalent of a purr.

"You're too close to land, you stupid sea snake!" Val roars from above as the glass pane starts to reform between us, the mage's power healing the ship. "Shift back or get your scaly, fluffy ass underwater."

But the leviathan ignores him, instead it coils itself so that it's back is directly level with my window with its head staring at me over the top.

Almost like he's asking me to...ride him?

I push open the already fixed window and shake my head. "I can't swim." I don't know why I feel comfortable confessing that to the sea serpent, but I do.

He lets out a disbelieving cough, eyes widening. I've never seen a leviathan look surprised before, and it's a weird expression to see on such a lethal beast.

The shock is enough for Cas to seize control once more. The leviathan's turquoise eyes turn honey brown once more, the golden glow engulfing the beast until he disappears entirely falling back into the sea with a splash.

"Get back on board!" Val yells. "We're too close to land for your beast to keep fucking around like that."

Cas's answering reply is inaudible, but I'm pretty sure it contains several expletives.

I flop back onto the bed with a groan. My afterglow shattered as I catch sight of the huge, moss-covered cliffs no longer obscured by the leviathan.

"Witch! We're here. Get your ass moving!" Val's voice echoes around the room and I flip him off even though he can't see me. "Looks like there's a welcoming committee waiting for you."

That last part is unexpected, but I shrug it off.

I suppose it's time to get this over with.

One way or another, things are about to get interesting.