Page 38 of The Fated and the Damned
I smiled victoriously, wrapping an arm around my betrothed’s shoulders. “You’re looking at the new High Witch.”
His keen eyes raked over Kitarni and he nodded with approval. “Good. We’re in this for the long haul now. Sylvie will come for us again. That attack was only the beginning.”
“Witch’s tits that man can talk an ear off,” András huffed, sliding his back against the wall.
I grunted my agreement.
We’d been at it for the better half of the day, discussing war tactics and the next steps in protecting our city against Sylvie and her cult. Naturally, Father was furious about the coven abandoning the village—it was an extra point of defence and a place we could keep an eye on the humans’ movement—but wasn’t too proud to admit Kitarni’s decision had been the right course.
Every witch, from the longest living elder to the youngest babes, were all alive … for now. I grimaced, not liking where those dark thoughts could lead. I owed it to the coven, to all the fallen witches, to see that it remained that way.
“I noticed you haven’t told him about our encounter with Death,” András added disapprovingly. Such a mother hen. “He’s going to find out eventually.”
I shrugged. “There’s no use in worrying the man until we find out more. Which is precisely what we’re going to do.”
András straightened, spotting his ‘friend’ at the end of the hall. “What you’re going to do. I have more important things to do.”
“Like getting your cock wet?” Kitarni asked with a wicked grin, her eyes sliding to mine hungrily.
My hand was on her instantly, curling over her back with featherlight touches, lingering near her ass in sweet promise.
“Oh, you’re one to speak, defiling the temples of our gods,” András scoffed. “At least my trysts are behind closed doors in appropriate spaces.”
“People go to temples to bend the knee in prayer. You can hardly blame me for worshipping something else while on my knees,” she bit back playfully.
“Lords have mercy,” I muttered. They were insufferable, but I was all for it. We needed some normality in our lives right now and their senseless bickering was just fine with me. Besides, I had plans of my own—and I was growing impatient to see them through.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one, because as soon as András had clapped me on the back, swept his blond, already perfect locks into place and strode purposefully towards his lover, Kitarni was pulling on my arm and dragging me into a dark space.
A storage cupboard, by the looks, filled with rusted armour and forgotten things. I didn’t have time to investigate as her mouth pressed against mine, bruising, demanding. She bit my lip and pulled back, grinning wickedly, an excited glint in her hazel eyes.
Fuck. Yes.
SEVENTEEN
Kitarni
I’dbeenwaitingallday to be alone with Dante. War tactics had to be one of the most tiresome subjects I could think of. If the witches weren’t part of that equation, I might have considered leaving Dante to fend for himself, not that he minded. As general, war was his forte and his dark little heart seemed to thrive off the mere thought of violence. I loved it.
I loved sneaking into little hideaways with him even more.
I cupped Dante’s cock, massaging him through his leathers, my hand instantly finding his length hardening as I worked him.
“Do you want me, Dante?” I whispered huskily. “Do you want to feel how wet I am for you?”
“Freckles, I want you to come so hard you see stars. I want you to bounce on my cock and call my name as you shatter.”
I couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped me as his hand slipped down my pants, his thumb circling over the most sensitive spot. Gods, it felt so good. I was instantly wet as I rode his hand, grinding against it as he pushed one finger, two, between my folds. It wasn’t enough though. I needed more.
I would always need more.
He untied the lacing of my pants and shoved them down my legs, cupping my ass in his hands. I lifted myself up, pressing against his hardened cock, teasing him as I grinded against the head of it, allowing the tip to slip inside ever so slightly.
His chest rumbled with pleasure, making me even wetter for him as I squeezed my legs together, enhancing the friction.
“Dante,” I groaned.
“Shh,” he crooned, pushing me gently against the wall, causing all sorts of things to clutter loudly on the floor. I couldn’t help giggling and the sound just seemed to make him harder, more eager to fill me up.
