Page 61 of Waltzing With Witches

A sharp pain in my stomach has me grunting and doubling over. No, no, no! Ugh, this is the worst timing!

I throw the covers off me to find I’m seated in a pool of blood. My fucking period.

A second cramp hits me, and I groan. God, do I even have tampons? This little trip to Ever was supposed to be for a girls’ weekend, not that my period has ever been predictable.

Damnit, I’ll have to shove a bunch of—

My bedroom door slams open, hitting the wall with a loud crack.

Ben shudders.

Abe stands in the doorway, both hands gripping the doorframe hard enough that the wood splinters beneath his black nails. The castle lets out a warning rumble that echoes through the room.

Crimson eyes narrow on me, dropping to the pool of blood in my bed.

“Abe,” I say gently. “What’s going on?”

He slips across the room so fast, I can’t even track the movement. Black wings flare open behind him as he shoves up onto the bed on all fours in front of me, pupils eating up his dark irises.

He surges forward, burying his face between my thighs. When he sucks in a deep breath and groans, heat splinters through me. My panties are soaked in blood, the fabric wet and uncomfortable.

Abe reaches out with a hand and shreds them from the hem down, tossing them. They hit the floor with a horrible splat.

“Abe.” I use my most gentle tone. He’s intent on the blood, unfocused on anything else. “Talk to me, please.”

“Your blood,” he growls, “is the most sinful, perfect, delicious scent.”

Oh fuck.

He’s too far gone. I sense it instinctively.

He grips my knee and shoves my thigh to the side, dragging his nose along the inside of my leg, dark eyes locked onto mine. And the Abe staring at me like he’s about to eat me alive is not the Abe who laid ground rules with me earlier tonight.

“Fuck!” I cry out, because he’s so fucking close to my clit, and I’m so sensitive during my period. “Let’s take a second!”

He growls and licks a path through the wet blood smeared on my thigh, groaning as it coats his tongue.

I can’t decide if I’m horrified or turned on or some combination of them both. But then he slips his fingers between my legs, deep inside me in one smooth, easy move. They don’t fill me, but goddamn, it feels good when he rubs a slow circle over my G-spot. When he removes his fingers, blood drips from them down his palm and forearm. Bringing both fingers to his mouth, he licks the blood off them with a wicked smile.

A ragged groan rips from his throat, and before I can protest or beg or say a goddamn thing, he surges forward and buries his face between my legs. Warm lips come to my clit and tug. I fall back on the bed as heat radiates from his mouth through me in huge crashing waves.

I grip the sheets when two fingers slip into my channel again, rubbing roughly at my G-spot as he licks a stripe along the length of my clit and down one side of my pussy. His tongue spears inside me along with his fingers, sending a wash of pleasure echoing along my skin.

Dangerous, oh God. This is so dangerous. Too dangerous. He’s not in control!

“Abe!” I cry out his name when his tongue returns to my clit, rubbing gentle circles over the sensitive skin. Orgasm builds fast and hits hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers.

He roars and fucks me with his hand, both fingers pressed to that magical spot inside. And just when I think the pleasure won’t end, and I need to push him away, he drags his other hand through the bloody mess and presses a finger to my ass. When it slips partway inside me, I scream as release batters me. My body is a mess of ecstasy. Am I screaming? Totally silent?

I have no fucking idea. All I know is that when Abe rises from his spot between my thighs, the entire lower half of his face is covered in blood. He licks his lips with a groan, wiping both hands down his cheeks to gather the blood. Then he licks his fingers clean in a frenzy of quick movements, snarling the entire time.

In a flash, I know I want his teeth buried in my neck. In my breast. In my side. I want those fucking teeth everywhere. I’d never have thought this was hot in a million years, but seeing him totally undone? I have to have more of this.

“Abe,” I whisper. “We need to slow down.”

Every movement stops, his body freezing. He snaps his teeth at me, then looks down at the fucking mess in my bed. Something like realization flashes through his eyes, and he shoves away, falling off the bed onto his ass.

“Oh fuck,” he chokes out. “Holy shit, Morgan. I could have bitten you. I would have bitten you.” He runs both hands through his hair, blood streaking through his blond locks. A horrified-sounding moan leaves his mouth as he clamps one hand over his lips, his eyes closing.

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