Page 30 of Blood Witch

Everything about him turned me on, my whole body was attuned to his and the evidence of that was in my slick heat engulfing him even now. Well, barely, since he was hung like a fucking goliath. I was both amazed and exceedingly grateful he fit.

“Fuck, it’s so good. Fin, I need you, I need,” I moaned incoherently.

“What do you need, Mabel?” he growled. “Anything. I will give you anything.”

He squeezed and plucked at my tight nipples, his long tongue delving into my mouth, teasing along the edges of my ever-present fangs. He pistoned his hips up to meet my own flexes and swivels. He really was amazing.

But I needed more. I wasn’t a virgin, but something else was going on. Something was new here, and I gasped as my vision turned red just around the periphery and my stomach clenched. My hunger blindsided me, but it was different. I felt a need so big, a burning so intense, I didn’t know what it was or how to satisfy it. All I knew was it had me attacking the man beneath me like my life depended on it.

Maybe it did.

Fin growled, responding to my renewed enthusiasm. He held me tightly against him, and I rocked my hips in small, shallow thrusts, grinding my pussy onto his thick sex.

He sucked on my neck, scraping over my carotid with his blunt teeth, and something snapped. My fangs descended without provocation and because I couldn’t help myself, I latched onto his neck the same way he had mine.

“Do it, Mabel. Do it,” Fin grunted, his big hand clamped onto my neck, holding me against his skin.

Then, as my pussy tightened and my orgasm took hold, I bit down. A flood of ginger and smoky spice flavored blood filled my mouth, and fuck, was it delicious. Headier than wine, sweeter than candy, Fin’s blood was a goddamn drug. He groaned aloud, and I felt warm jets explode from him, filling the condom he wore.

Yes, I knew the chance of him carrying or me catching any STDs were highly unlikely. But I was also worried about pregnancy, and Goddess knew I was not ready to be a mama.

I took one pull, then another and drank from him as the rest of my body pulsed and arched, my climax drawing out further and further until I thought I would die from it. Every time I took another pull from his vein, I felt the burning, gnawing hunger that had been part of me for so long dissipate until I was full, and I meanreally full. Not the euphoric state I sometimes felt when I gorged myself on a blood bag.

This was a different kind of full. Like a Thanksgiving full, where you felt good and satisfied and knew you wouldn’t be eating like that for a long, long time.

Soft kisses pressed against my temple and though I was still too full to move on my own, Fin turned us both on our sides, cradling me as he removed the condom, wrapping it in a tissue he pulled from the box beside the bed. He took another one, gently cleaning my inner thighs from what I could only assume was our mutual arousal. I smiled—well, I tried, but I was way too exhausted to actually manage a full one. He did all that with one hand as he held me against his warm skin.

Good man.

Good mate.

Taking care of me.

My eyebrows furrowed at the stray thought. I was no shifter, and far as I knew, witches did not have mates. True, they bonded in other ways, with magic and whatever, but I wondered why I had such a thought at all.

Then it hit me.

The reality of what I’d done.

I sat up in bed faster than I ever moved before in my life, knocking Fin off the mattress in my haste.

“Oh, shit—oops!” I yelped, slapping a hand over my mouth when I saw him hit the floor.

“Ouch! Mabe?” he said, clearly confused, and naked.

“I bit you,” I whisper-screamed.

“I know,” he grinned, rejoining me on the mattress. “It was kinky. I liked it.”

“No, Fin, I bit you. I think I claimed you. Like a shifter,” I confessed, horrified. “Right now, in my head, I called youmate.”

I covered my eyes, waiting for his ire to hit me. Instead, Fin peeled my hands away from my face. His too handsome mien was smiling down at me, and I saw passion and tenderness, and something else I did not want to name because it was way too soon, shining in those swirling silver depths.

“Hey, look at me,” he murmured, and I did, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “First, thank you, Mabel, for choosing me. You honor me with your choice, my sweet, feisty witch.”

“But Fin, I don’t know what any of this means about who or what I am—hey, wait. What did the Council say? You had your briefing, right?”

Fin cleared his throat and sat up. He grabbed the sheet and draped it around the two of us, leaning against the wall in a sitting up position. Then, he was pulling me gently till I sat beside him, leaning on him with his arm around me. I had to admit, this was my new favorite position that didn’t involve sex.

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