Page 58 of Waltzing With Witches

I laugh. “Is there anything you’re not good at?”

She purses her lips. “Not if I set my mind to it.”

I bring my lips to her ear and growl. “You’re not a better bowler than me, witch.”

She slaps her hands to my chest and shoves me away. “Game on, dude. Let’s go home!” Slipping out of my arms, she dances sideways with a laugh.

And I follow because, when it comes to Morgan Hector, I’m incapable of not following. I would follow her to the end of this world and into the next if she wanted me to.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MORGAN

Abe still stands with one hand on the tree trunk. He glances over, dark eyes flashing. His gaze drops to my chest and then farther down as he bites his lip. I’ve never enjoyed men ogling me. But I’m fucking enjoying this.

He bites his lip harder, a drop of red blood appearing below one of his fangs.

“You look ready for a chase, Keeper,” I taunt. “Think you can catch me?”

He pushes off the tree in an easy, smooth move and pauses, hands falling to his sides. The fingers on one hand twitch.

“I haven’t told you much about vampires or myself specifically, Morgan, so here’s a little fact. All vampires are predatory. We love to chase. We love to dominate. You shouldn’t tempt me like this. We have to be careful.”

I walk backward, making the bring-it-on motion with both hands. “Oh, but I want to tempt you.”

“Too dangerous,” he huffs, balling both fists. “Stop, Morgan. We can only tease so much.”

“No.”

“I could hurt you.”

“I trust that you won’t.” The moment I say it, I realize it’s true. After everything I’ve learned about him, I know one thing for sure—he will always put himself last and everyone else first. He won’t hurt me.

Spinning on my heel, I sprint up the wooded path toward Sycamore Street.

A snarl rings out behind me, followed by pounding footsteps.

He’s on me before I make it ten feet, crashing into me from behind. I fall to my knees as he slides a hand around my chest, up between my breasts to grip my throat. His chest heaves at my back, every moment sending charged electric pleasure through my core.

I let out a soft whine as he brings his lips to my ear. “Told you, witch.”

“Maybe I let you catch me,” I snark. His arm is a hard bar between my breasts. But I want more touch than this; I need it. I rub my neck against his mouth, grinding my ass into his crotch.

“Don’t,” he snaps. “I’m halfway to losing my mind, Morgan. Don’t push me.”

“I’ll never stop pushing you,” I huff. “The sooner you realize it, the better.”

Fangs clamp around the base of my neck, their sharp points digging into my skin but not breaking it. I cry out as pleasure streaks to my clit, throbbing sensations radiating from the juncture of my thighs outward.

When I moan, Abe whines into the bite. He rakes his teeth over my skin, then follows with a rough trail of kisses down to my shoulder.

“This is a dangerous game,” he whispers, biting my neck again, just hard enough to pinch but not hard enough to pierce my skin.

“Maybe,” I admit. “But it feels so fucking good.”

His answering growl floods my panties with slick heat. I cry out, but his grip on me tightens. He shoves us forward onto all fours, then his wings cocoon us and beat the sky, lifting us off the ground. I tense instinctively, but his left arm comes around my waist, holding me tightly to his much-larger frame.

My legs dangle until we lift high enough for him to wrap mine between both of his. And then I’m caught as he swoops into the darkening sky and heads for the castle.

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