Page 106 of Waltzing With Witches

Morgan jolts in my arms, arching into me as her head falls back. “Ohgodohgodohgod!”

I laugh darkly as I drag my teeth along her shoulder, releasing just a hint of the powerful aphrodisiac.

“Finally,” I say with a growl. “Let’s go home right now.” I thought lunch was a good idea. But all I want is to get her home and bury my teeth in her throat.

“No,” she huffs, chest heaving as her scent blooms around us. “This is the best edging ever. Let’s go celebrate, and then when we get home, we can go wild.” Stormy eyes lock onto mine. “Feels right to do this with Ben, don’t you think?”

“Ben has already pinged me several times through my comm,” I deadpan. “He wants us home stat.”

“Quick lunch, then.” Morgan rubs her cheek along the side of my face. “I need you, mate.”

Heat fills me, my fangs throbbing knowing I’ll get to bite her tonight. And every night for the rest of our lives.

Admittedly, the meal is rather short. I can’t keep my hands off Morgan. I didn’t realize until today that a small part of me continued to hold back from her because I thought I could never fully have her. But without that barrier between us, I am a male obsessed.

Every bob of her throat as she swallows, every gravelly laugh as Betmal entertains her, all it does is stoke my need higher and higher until I’m ready to combust at the table.

When Herschel appears with dessert menus and Morgan cups my cock under the table, I politely decline. “Not today, old friend, thank you.” I fight to keep obvious desire out of my tone. It’s not long before my father begs his leave, claiming he’s going to miss the check-in time at the Annabelle. We all know it’s a lie, but he smiles broadly as he goes.

I drop a few bills on the table and grab Morgan’s hand. “Let’s go home,” I murmur into her ear.

She looks up from under thick, dark lashes. “What are we going to do at home, Abemet?”

Lust surges through me at her use of my full name.

I take a final sip of my whiskey as I look at her. She raises a defiantly playful chin and smirks at me. Bringing my free hand to her throat, I push her head to the side and stroke her neck. “When we get home, I’m going to bite every inch of this pretty neck. And after you’ve come a dozen times, I’ll fill you with my thick cock and fuck you until you’re boneless.”

Morgan’s lips part, tongue peeking out to wet her bottom lip.

“Once that’s done,” I croon, “I’ll flip you over and kiss your body while you rest. Then I’ll do it again and again until you’re spent.”

“Abe,” she murmurs. “I need that right now. Let’s go.”

Laughing, I pull her toward the door. I parked my bike outside Herschel’s earlier, anticipating that we’d want a quick getaway if things went according to plan. I’m thankful for that as my smiling mate throws one long, muscular leg over the bike and pats the black leather seat. Sliding on behind her, I press my body to hers, burying my face in her shoulder.

Her skin is hot to the touch, her blood calling mine. She fingers the ziol around her neck, glancing over her shoulder at me. “Should we play with this on the way?”

“Do it,” I hiss into her skin, my fangs elongating. But I don’t want to bite her here for the first time. I want our bed.

In our castle.

In the home she brought love to. Ben and I were in a dark place before Morgan opened the curtains and forced love into our world.

She pricks her pointer finger with the ziol, lifting it to my mouth. As her blood drips onto my lips, I struggle to hold back a groan. I lap at her finger, sucking it between my teeth as I coax more blood from the small wound.

“Not enough,” I moan around her finger. “Need more.”

She laughs when I crush her to me and rev the throttle, taking off up the street. Her body is relaxed within my arms, her wild hair blowing over my shoulder as we hook a left on Sycamore and head home.

The purr of the engine ricochets off the buildings, echoing around us as we cruise up the street and leave downtown. Civilization fades into dark forest as my senses attune to the woman in my arms.

The steady thrum of her blood rushing through her veins has me hard and ready. I’d love to stop the bike and chase her through the forest, but she’s right. I want this first time to happen in our home.

Morgan reaches behind her back and grips my hard cock through my slacks, stroking her fingers up the length of it. I hiss out a guttural, needy sound and push the bike faster. Got to get home.

When her hand closes around the tip of my dick and squeezes, stars dance across my vision. I could come from this tease, from the idea of taking her in every way.

Finally. Finally. After decades of want and need. After I pushed her away and she came right back.

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