Page 92 of Waltzing With Witches

A smirk pulls the scar lining his face. “I’ll guide you, but you have to let me lead.” Crimson eyes burn with intensity. “Can you trust me to do that, Morgan?” He searches my face, his fangs slipping out of his gums to press against his lips.

It feels like he’s asking about so much more than this dance, and we both know it.

I stroke the back of his neck with one hand. “Lead the way, Keeper.”

His fierce gaze morphs into a beautiful smile, one arm wrapping around my waist and the other hand on my upper back. When he takes the first step, pushing me backward, I nearly trip and land on my ass. But his big arms keep me upright, and with a small chuckle, he starts again. I’m ready this time, and we take the first five or six steps with no issue. But then I try to move us right, and he shifts us left, and we nearly break apart.

He scolds me with a look, his fingers tightening against my back. “This is one place where we literally can’t compete. We have to be unequivocally on the same page.” He leans down and brings his lips to my ear. “In dancing, I’m the dominant partner. But I can only be dominant if your energy is submissive. Your willingness to follow is what allows me to lead. I can’t do it without you.” He places a soft, wet kiss just under my ear, sending a flash of heat down my spine to curl pleasantly between my thighs.

I stare into his beautiful eyes when he straightens. “I’m ready. For real.”

This time, when he moves with the music, I relax and wait for his hands and body to push me where he wants me.

And it is glorious. His hands and hips move us around the dance floor, swaying as a single unit to the sensual beat of the music. Now and again my sisters and Lou dance by with various partners. They grin as they swing past, but me?

I can't take my eyes off the way Abe’s big body moves so naturally to the music. He never moves his eyes off of mine, and never allows anyone to cut in and take time from us.

We dance until we’re coated in sweat, and a song comes on that’s a little darker, a little more sensual than the rest. The party rages around us, but as our hips rock together, his obvious erection grinds against my front. Except he’s nowhere near where I want him, where I need him. I’m practically whining by the time the song ends, my hard nipples pressed against his chest.

Every rock of his hips drags his body against mine, a smirk playing at the edges of his smile. “You look ready to go,” he murmurs, sliding his hand up into my hair. When he fists it tight, I choke back a groan.

“So ready to go.” I need to be absolutely manhandled, and, after however long we’ve been dancing, Abe is ready. It’s obvious in the tension of his muscles and the way he’s staring at my mouth.

“Give me a moment,” he says. “I’m leaving, but I promise to return.”

I choke out a laugh. “I’m not worried, Abe.”

His expression turns serious. “This is not like that day at the Green Bean. I will return for you.”

I unhook my arms from his neck and slide my hands to his chest, patting gently. “I know you will.”

He hesitates a moment, indecision splashed across his face as he nibbles his lower lip.

“Go,” I encourage. “I’ll say goodbye to my sisters and Lou.”

He nods and lets go of me, turning to disappear into the crowd.

I look for my girls, but they’re all dancing with their mates, or in Lou’s case, she’s wrapped up tight in Dirk’s big arms. I’ve never seen the sylph look so serious, but right now, he’s focused only on Lou, one big hand holding her arm around his neck and the other at her lower back.

I watch them for a moment. He moves her so easily, so sensually, even though he’s not touching her anywhere that could be deemed inappropriate. She moves in his arms, her body relaxed.

Then again, Lou is good at so many things, and she’s always loved dancing. They make it look easy, and I have to wonder if Abe and I looked that natural.

I’m pondering that when an arm comes around my waist, a warm frame pressed to my back. Lips come to my ear, my mate’s breath hot against my flushed skin. “I’m ready for bed, witch.”

Heat flares between my thighs, my clit throbbing in time with my rising heart rate. A rush of air tells me that he’s called his wings. I press hard to his chest, pulling his arm around my waist as I try not to scream. When his muscles tense behind me, I close my eyes for that moment when he’ll push off the ground and up into the sky.

When he does, I open them long enough to see my sisters and most of the crowd staring up at us with shocked expressions.

Oh, I am going to have to answer some questions tomorrow.

The music fades the higher we go, Abe climbing up through a cloud. When we burst through, moonlight shines down on the sparse clouds, illuminating bits and pieces of Ever below us.

I hold tight to his arms as he soars over downtown and past the community garden toward the castle. He’s so fast like this, far faster than driving through town.

He’s quiet, despite the evidence of his arousal at my back. So my thoughts turn to the evening and how beautiful it was to celebrate Leighton the way we did.

By the time we arrive home, I’m lost in thought.

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