Page 84 of The Secret Life of a Witch

“I do,” I tell him. “Trust me; I know what I am better than anyone else does.”

“No, you don’t.” And then he kisses me again.

And kisses me.

And kisses me …

Holy melting pots, why do his kisses have to be so wonderful?

Even when zombie Ryleigh keeps banging on the door, his kisses make me feel dazedly content. Deep down, though, I know it’s probably the worst time ever to be making out in the closet with the guy I’ve had a crush on forever, especially since he doesn’t know I’m more than likely seducing him with my sex goddess powers. I should stop the kiss.

I need to stop this!

But my lips have a mind of their own and continue moving against his. My legs are dirty little traitors, too, looping aroundHunter’s waist because apparently the like to grind up against him.

Letting out a groan, he holds me up with one hand while his other hand remains on the doorknob. Then he starts rocking his hips against mine, causing those wonderful sensation to flutter inside my tummy again. A sensation that has me craving more and to the point of tearing his shirt off to get it.

That thought snaps me out of my trance.

I jerk back, panting for air, and sputter the truth before I chicken out. “I have succubus blood in me, and that’s why you want to kiss me!” Which just may be the weirdest words ever to end a kiss.

Yep. I’m a freak.

EVALEE

Idon’t dare open my eyes, fearing the horror I know has to be on Hunter’s face right now.

He hasn’t said a word since I divulged I was a succubus. What really sucks is that I still have to tell him that, at least according to Max, I also have demon feeder, demon, and witches’ blood inside me, too. So much power stirring inside of my blood—at least, that’s what Max said—yet I can’t even get a zombie to stop attacking me.

Wait a second. Come to think of it, the door has stopped smacking against my back.

I crack an eye open, but I don’t catch Hunter’s gaze as I instantly turn toward the door. “Why has it gotten so quiet?”

He still has one hand on my thigh and one hand on the knob, leaving me pinned against him and giving me very little room.

“I’m not sure.” His warm breath tickles the back of my neck as he speaks. “Maybe she’s trying to trick us into coming out.”

“I’m pretty sure zombies aren’t that smart.”Ryleigh, if you heard that, I’m so sorry!

“Yeah, true, but they’re also not supposed to be able to casts spells, either.” He moves his hand off my thigh and to my hip. He rests his head against the side of mine, causing a magicalfuck of shivers to sparkle through me. “About what you said just barely?—”

The door swings open, sending me flying backward. I take Hunter with me as we sail out of the closet to land in a heap of tangled limbs with my butt pressing against his … well, manly stuff.

“Crap.” He recovers quickly, moving me off his lap and springing to his feet. “Stay the hell …” His threat fades from his lips. “Oh, it’s just you.”

Brushing strands of hair out of my eyes, I look up to see who he’s talking to.

Peyton, our vampire roommate who isn’t part of the society, is standing there, decked out in black leather pants, a dark red lace up top, and six-inch platforms only a rock star goddess could pull off. Her long, black hair is streaked with red, and her lips are stained with blood red lipstick. At least, I hope it’s lipstick. While you might be thinking she’s rocking a total cliché vampire look, she doesn’t typically rock this style. Sure, her hair is always black and red, but normally, she’s wearing grungy jeans and T-shirts.

What’s really crazy, though, is that my bedroom is completely empty.

Great, now on top of everything else, zombie witch Ryleigh is missing.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” Hunter questions, staring at her get-up in confusion.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Reaching around him, she snags ahold of my hand and effortlessly pulls me to my feet with her super strong vampire strength. “Evaand I are.”

“No fucking way.” Hunter has ahold of me in the crack of a magical whip and steers me behind him. “She can’t leave the house.”

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