Page 7 of Knot the Witch Next Door

Warmth spread through me as I ran my fingers over the twined ring and caressed the hat. Deacon was immensely skilled to craft such a detailed piece this little. And he made it for me.

Me. He crafted something for me.

My stomach flipped and my legs quivered. I had to get in before I fell off the ladder like a swooning fool.

Pushing open the door, I climbed up and clicked on the LED lantern which sat to one side of the entry. I hurried the rest of the way and almost dropped the trapdoor as I was closing it as I took in the newly painted tree house.

The broken boards were repaired and the walls were a gorgeous autumn orange. Stars faintly glowed on the ceiling, anda new bag of cheap Halloween candies sat beside my caramels. Deacon remembered. I laughed and wiped at the tears burning the corners of my eyes.

I crawled over to my reading spot wondering what all this meant. Was he just being nice to an old friend? Or did it mean something more?

A powerful wave of need surged through me, and I whimpered as I curled up on myself. Even the thought of Deacon made me ache for him. He’d brought me sour gummies and chocolate-flavored taffy and made me a special door ornament. The leather clad hunk who had shown up at my door the other day looked too badass to be this sweet.

I pressed a hand against my pussy as if I could contain the slick flowing forth. Fuck, I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything else at this moment.

Pain lanced through me. Dammit. And me without my vibrator. I needed to order one of those dildos that could swell like a knot. A shudder wracked my body at just the thought of being knotted. Oh spirits of Samhain, the only treat I wanted this year was to be taken by an Alpha with a thick knot. And not just any Alpha, it had to be—

A knock at the trapdoor made me jump and yelp.

The door pushed up and open, and there he was. I almost came on the spot.

“Are you okay?” Deacon’s dark eyes were full of concern, but that was fast replaced with amusement when he locked gazes with me. “Don’t tell me I scared Carmilla the Fearless?”

Squeezing my thighs together, I calmed my breathing enough to respond. I gripped a pillow in each hand to keep myself from reaching out for him and yanking him to me. “I wasn’t scared, just surprised. They’re two very different things.”

“Sure.” He chuckled, quiet and low. So very sexy. He suddenly went very still and breathed in deeply. His dark eyesgrew darker, erasing the amusement and making me melt under his hunger.

We stared at each other. My heart raced faster by the second, and I did my best to hide my pain as another wave of need surged through me. He knew, didn’t he? He realized I was in heat, and fuck, we were alone. No one was here as a chaperon to act as a shield between us.

Part of me reeled with panic. Deacon might be driven by his Alpha hormones, but he had given no indication at any time that he wanted something like this to happen. I didn’t want the fact that we were compatible and I was in heat to be the reason he did something he didn’t want to do.

Yet the naughty side of me wanted to sing to him like a siren and lure him into my embrace. There was no death, only sizzling hot sex.

“Carmilla.” Deacon started to come in and then, with visible difficulty, stopped himself.

Another twist of wanton pain grabbed me and I couldn’t hide it. I never knew it would get this bad, and I wasn’t even at the peak of my heat yet. Groaning, I wrapped one arm around myself and reached out to him with my other hand. “Please. I need…” Him. All of him. In every way. “You know what’s happening, and I’m sorry. I don’t want you to do anything you definitely don’t want. So run now…”

For one harrowing second, I thought he was going to drop out of sight and slam the trapdoor behind him. I wanted to cry and bury myself deep in a tomb to rise again in a thousand years to terrorize everyone on Halloween.

Deacon’s hand clasped mine, and my whole body was electrified by the contact.

“I’m not going to run.” The words came out with a growl as he climbed the rest of the way into the tree house. He crouched and shut the door under him, never once letting go ofmy hand or breaking eye contact. Every smooth movement was like that of a panther stalking its prey. “And you never need to apologize to me.”

He didn’t run. An explosion of emotion burst through me, making me laugh and cry at the same time. Could he truly want the weird witch next door? His hand tightened its grip on mine.

“I’m in heat.” I had to make certain he understood. I needed to hear it from his lips. From those deliciously sinful lips which now curved into a smoldering smirk. More slick soaked into my panties. No vampire in any of my books could be this alluring.

“Oh, I know.” And just the gruff and sensual way he said that. Fuck!

“I need… I need…” I couldn’t find the words. Oh, I’d read a thousand dirty stories, but I’d never said anything out loud before. Never mind that I should never have been alone with an Alpha, I’d never even made out with a guy before. What did I know about what I needed? Another hot wave of pain reminded me I needed something very specific whether I knew how to ask for it or not. I was a mess and I didn’t know how to make this work.

“I know what you need, beautiful. Let me take care of you.” Yes! That was exactly what I needed. Deacon raised my hand and kissed the back of it. “As long as you’re sure that’s what you want.”

“Yes!” I wiped my cheeks with my sleeve and rose onto my knees. An Alpha as hunky as Deacon thought I was beautiful. More so,hethought I was beautiful. I was sure the smile on my lips must look like that of a fool’s.

Deacon moved closer. The heat from his body made mine feel like a bonfire. He brushed my hair back from my face and cupped my cheek. His eyes searched mine one more time, maybetrying to make certain this was what I wanted. Before I could beg him to take me, his mouth was mashed to mine.

My whimper was muffled by his mouth claiming mine, his tongue dominating mine in a fiery dance. I could barely breathe. I clutched his sweater, clinging to him. Could a kiss such as this make someone orgasm? The pleasure thrumming through me made it feel like it was possible.

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