Page 60 of The Fearless Witch

“It’s done,” she announced, wiping her hands on her pants. “Can I clean the one on your face, or are you going to throw another temper tantrum?”

‘Be nice, she is just trying to help,’ Cyrus murmured while I was preparing to tell her to fuck off. I swallowed the words, making sure my face was blank when she circled the chair to look at me.

“Do whatever you want,” I muttered, and Cyrus hemmed in approval. Instead of retorting something annoying, Celeste just nodded, pulling the other chair and pushing my legs apart so she could sit close enough to reach me. I clenched my jaw so as not to snap at her, but she seemed too preoccupied to notice. When she pressed the rag to my forehead, pain shot from the wound, and her eyes fluttered to mine like she was waiting for a reaction. I gave her nothing, so she returned to her work, still suspiciously silent.

I couldn’t stand her constant blabbering, but it unnerved me even more when she wasn’t talking at all. That usually meant she was plotting something, or she was hiding something. Either way, I didn’t like it.

Hoping I’d find a hint of what was going on in that wicked head of hers, I studied her carefully controlled face. Her eyes seemed a little unfocused, her skin flushed, but that was probably from the exertion earlier. Her breathing was more shallow, even though she should have calmed already, and she kept swallowing. Staring at her throat bobbing brought memories of the way it felt to have my cock buried deep into it, the warm and pleasant sensation that my body craved even now.

I instinctively jerked back when I caught myself going into dangerous territory, but she caught my chin and forced me to look forward again. Her hand was hot, too hot.

“Are you injured somewhere?” I frowned. Her eyes shot to mine, but then she quickly looked away.

“Not really, just a few grazes. They’ll heal in no time.” She picked up the paste, dipping her finger into the concoction and bringing it to my forehead. Her hand was shaking when she patted it over the skin, the touch scorching.

“Then are you sick?” I snarled in annoyance. The last thing I needed was her dying of infection or some kind of disease she caught out there.

Celeste let her arm drop, giving me an annoyed look.

“What’s with the million questions out of the sudden?” She hurried to her feet and picked up the bowl. I watched her stride to the cupboard where I usually left it, then put it down, spilling half of it. There was something odd in her walk too, not a limp, but it was definitely not her usual swaying gait.

She switched her weight from one leg to another, grumbling something incomprehensible under her breath.

“Then what’s wrong with you?” I demanded as she strode back to pick up the paste and the rag.

“Nothing,” was her sharp answer. She moved to get back to the cupboard when I grabbed her hand and yanked her toward me. She let out a loud ‘Ooof!’ as her body collided with my chest and when she tried to get up, I wrapped an arm around her middle.

The paste rattled as it fell to the ground, but all I could focus on was the racing of her heart and the heat that emanated from her body. Even through our clothes, she was burning and all it took was a deep inhale of her scent to realize why.

I hadn’t noticed that little detail, too caught up in my frustration and what happened at the trial, but now… now it was as clear as day. Fucking witches.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Celeste gasped when I lowered my hand to her pants, undoing the button with a flick of my fingers. She grabbed my wrist and tried to pry my hand away, but her strength seemed even more laughable than usual. Or maybe her struggle was just for show. “Wait, what the—”

I slid my hand inside her trousers and almost groaned when I felt how soaking wet she was. Before I thought better of it, I was gliding a finger into her pussy. It went in so easy, the heat on my hand making my own body burn as I sucked in a breath, filling my lungs with her scent.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she half-snarled, half-moaned. Her nails dug into my wrist, cutting the skin, but I couldn’t tell if she wanted to pull my hand away or push it deeper. Her voice came out as a rasp when she spoke again, “Let go.”

“Is this the reason why you’re so weak and uncoordinated?” I asked, cupping her pussy so she would stop moving. My finger reached deeper into her, massaging her walls in search of that sweet spot I knew she was dying for me to touch. “Because your magic is unstable?”

Celeste’s breathing was ragged, her heart galloping inside her chest. When she didn’t answer, I rubbed my palm against her clit. Her moan was like an electric charge to my balls.

‘Fuck!’ I cursed myself for being put into this position. Part of me begged to continue, to see how far I could push her, push my own restraint… But another part screamed to just mind my own business and let her go. Her needs and desires were not my problem. She could fuck herself until she got her shit together for all I cared. Yet…

“Answer me!” I growled into her hair.

“Yes! Now fucking… let go!” She wiggled her hips as if to escape my hand, but she only ended up grinding against it. Her legs had started to shake and a small part of me really wanted to see what kind of face she’d make when she came. “Neither of us… wants this. So just… get out!” Her ass pressed on the hard bulge in my pants and I was sure she felt it. Still, she said nothing about it. She didn’t even turn to glare at me.

“Why? I kind of enjoy seeing you squirm.” I scoffed. Her walls tightened around my finger and it took everything in me not to sink in another one.

Fuck, why did I even start this? What did I expect to happen even if I confirmed I was right? I should have just left the room and let her deal with it herself.

“I’m done… having meaningless sex… with dickheads,” she rasped, pulling at my hand again. My finger slipped halfway out of her before I tightened my grip. She snarled. “That’s you in case… you didn’t…!”

The words surprised me enough to loosen my hold on her. She took the chance and shot to her feet, but I instinctively grabbed her and pressed her to me again.

“I will not fuck you,” I whispered in her ear. My body rebelled against the words but ignored my twitching cock. “But I can’t have you losing your shit, Red.” I slid my hand back into her pants, smirking at how she moaned when my fingers rubbed her clit. “So… think long and hard… if you want to cum by my hand.” I ran my nose over the column of her neck and she shuddered, goosebumps spreading over her skin. “Or by yours.”

“Be careful,” she rasped, a hint of her previous defiance sneaking back into her voice. “Or I might think you care about what I want.”

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