Page 64 of Waltzing With Witches

Instead, she grins. “Perfect. I like being alive; I have shit to do.”

She slides both hands up my shirt and around my sides, stroking my lower back and up. Soft fingertips probe gently at my shoulder blades. It’s a tender, playful touch.

And I can’t stop staring at her.

“Are we really going to do this?” I whisper. “Or am I dreaming?”

She grins. “I don’t know, Abe. Did you dream about fucking me?”

“All the time,” I huff and press my forehead to hers. “The reason I don’t sleep is because, when I sleep, I dream. And when I dream, it’s always about you.”

She makes a choked sound, swallowing hard, her throat bobbing underneath my fingers. Gray eyes come to mine, filled with tears. “How is it, after all the bullshit, you can say things like that and make me feel so fucking deeply?”

“I worked hard to keep my walls up,” I admit. “I’ve already told you that. But you ripped them down the moment I brought you home. My self-control is only so good.”

“I’m glad,” she whispers. “I’m so glad to see this side of you. I was starting to think it didn’t exist.” She laughs, eyes falling to my neck. “Lean down here so I can kiss you.”

I run my hands over her perfect ass, gripping it and hauling her into my arms. Taking a few steps, I press her against the wall, never taking my eyes off her.

“That better?”

She brings them to the neck of my shirt instead, yanking the fabric down. The cool basement air on my exposed skin feels so good. Sighing, I close my eyes.

The first featherlight kiss below my chin sends a trill of desire through me. The next is more insistent and with more teeth. I groan. “Neck play is a particular fantasy of all vampires. You are undoing me, witch.”

She doesn’t bother to respond, biting and sucking at my skin as her hips rock against my stomach. Morgan goes wild, biting and licking my neck and shoulders until I’m a growling, snarling mess. When the thirst rises, my fangs elongate. I drop her and step back. Every muscle in my body trembles with the aching need to bite her. To sink my fangs into that pretty jugular while I spear her with my cock.

I want it so badly, I can taste it. It occurs to me that I could look into muzzles. I’ll order one. Yes, that could work.

“Give me a moment,” I demand, running both hands through my hair before I straighten my turtleneck.

Morgan’s chest heaves, eyes wild. And I marvel at this person the gods crafted just for me. She’s calculating and loyal and sensual and fierce. She is quick to anger and quick to soothe. Most vampires are afraid of fire.

But not me.

I want Morgan Hector to burn me alive.

She lifts her chin, walking past me. When we’re side by side, she lifts her ferocious gaze to mine. “I’m hanging with my sisters this morning. Comm me when you’ve got a break. It can be our first official date.”

She dares me with a look to deny her what she’s asking for.

But I can’t. I’m past the point of even trying.

What Morgan wants, she’ll get. I’m done fighting.

Deep inside my mind, every moment of Keeper training rings alarm bells. What I’m doing goes against everything they rewired within me. I should be thinking about her safety.

“I should pack your shit up and toss you out of this castle,” I growl. “You’d be safer somewhere else.”

She gives me a haughty look. “You won’t, though. We already agreed we’d date.” Leaning close to me, she winks. “Besides, you don’t really want to. And Ben would run you outta town.”

He groans around us, the gym floorboards flapping up and down as if he’s giving her a standing ovation.

“See?” She shrugs as if to say, “I told you so.”

I watch her move gracefully out of the gym, her footsteps trailing up the stairs to the first floor. The wheels of my mind spin. Placing my hand on the wall, I pat it a few times.

“She’s determined to do this, Ben. No matter what happens, promise you’ll protect her from me, even if that means hurting me in the process.”

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