Page 4 of Wicked Witch

“Yes, well I am a grown woman and if I choose to flash my panties at random men that is my prerogative, but I don’t believe I gave you permission to move closer to me, sir,” I snap, placing my palm against his chest and pushing him away from me.

There is a haze in the air and though I am trying to fight it, I seem to now be clenching his soft shirt in my fist and dragging his mouth closer to mine, breathing in his vanilla and musk scent.

God, my mouth is watering for just a taste of him.No, Wyn this isn’t right!

Shaking my head, I gain some self control and shove him away, catching him off guard he goes flying into the recliner I have set nearby. Blinking, he seems to be just as lust-drunk as me.

“What are you?” he asks in a dreamy tone while I pant, restraining myself from crawling to him on my knees like some kind of submissive simp.

“A witch, but I’ve never had a reaction to someone of the Fae realm before,” I whisper and he sits up, staring me down. His eyes are now a kaleidoscope of colors, and I can’t fight the pull to him any longer.

“Please,” I whimper, and he rushes over to me as we collide in an explosion of heat and magic and something else but I just can’t put my finger on it. When his lips touch mine, I moan and dig my nails into the back of his neck, my teeth into his bottom lip.

My body is pulsating and my mind is spinning.

I’m standingin a deserted town but my lawn is green and lucious. There is a huge mansion behind me where three men stand, one of them familiar to me, the other two hazy. A little girl with violet eyes and dark blue hair smiles at me, waving.

“Mommy, come play with us,” she calls and tries to run to me, but one of the men is holding her in his arms, keeping her from me. But why? She called meMommy.

I tryto fight the vision but the more this man devours my mouth the harder I’m thrust into the… It can’t be the future… Can it?

A sceneof the past is shown to me of a beautiful witch fighting for love and in the end being the cause of all of her lovers and their descendents cursed.

I’m cursed.

I mean I have always wondered… but I think maybe there is a way to break it. At least I believe that’s what she was trying to show me.

A whirl of shadows covers me, showing me things that are terrifying and cruel to hope for. A sign flashes through my mind of the small town of Spells Hollow and it’s calling to me.

The man moves away,blinking at me and looking confused. The haze in the room is gone now, and I find myself topless and his pants thrown on the other side of the room. Shoving him off of me, I stand and cover my naked breasts.

“I don’t know what the fuck you just did to me, but you need to leave. Now!” I growl, mumbling a spell under my breath to keep him away from me. Far far away.

He tries to explain, but I need air. I feel like I can’t breathe, the room is closing in on me and my chest is so tight. My mind is throbbing and a voice whispers to me.

“Go to Spells Hollow.All will be explained. But you must leave now!”

CIRRUS

Well that wasa night of revelations. I don’t know who that little witch is but there is something inside of me saying she needs to be watched.

Not only is she the most delicious pie at the fair, she’s got power unknown to even herself.

I watch as her eyes glaze over and she seems lost in her thoughts.

“Well Peaches, this was fun. Let’s do it again,” I say, then redress myself and pat my poor dick.

“It’s okay. We will get her next time, sport.”

Leaving my little porcupine I return to the guys. They are past the point of return and by the look of the multiple empty shot glasses, I have to say they’ve enjoyed themselves.

“Rus, there you are man. Where’d you go?” Sin slurs and tries to stand. He miscalculates how close the chair is to the table and ends up flipping said table over.

Glass shatters, and I sigh. Halee looks distraught at the mess and the person on stage butchering a Carrie Underwood song stops singing.

A man in a mesh top leaves the bar and stomps over to us. Before he can start an argument, I hand him my credit card and nod to Astor, who doesn’t look much better than his twin.

Giving me a goofy smile, I sigh and point toward the door. He laughs and pouts, crossing his arms.

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