Page 43 of Bewitched By the Headless Horseman
“Yes, Your Headlessness.” Stevie giggled louder and settled deeper into the cushions. But the flames inside her only blazed, and no matter how tight she squeezed her thighs together, she needed his touch, his tongue, hiscock.
“I need you,” Stevie begged, her body humming with lust. “Please.”
“Not now,” he said, his voice strained.
“Then I’ll take care of myself while youwatch.”
A deep growl escaped Kit as Stevie slid her hand down the waistband of her skirt and slipped her fingertips inside her panties. She gasped as she stroked her center, gentle at first, then circled harder, picking up the pace while she imagined Kit pressing his fingers against her, dipping theminsideher.
Stevie’s eyes flicked open and she stretched, her temples throbbing. What was it she needed to do today? She let out a yawn, then stilled—the night before coming back to her like a slap across the face. No, no,no! Just a dream—she was in herbed, not on the couchtouchingherself. She hadn’t met with Rainier yet… But as she looked down at her wrist where two bite marks lingered, she wanted to bang her head against the wall until the memories disappeared forever. Kit must’ve carried her to bed after she— “Please tell me I didn’t act like an idiot last night,” she whispered to herself.
“You didn’t act like an idiot last night,” Kit echoed from near the window where he sat on the floor beside Roxy. One leg outstretched, the other bent toward him with his arm propped on top of it.
Stevie palmed her forehead. “Cauldron’s teeth, pretend as if none of that happened.” She’d never acted like such a horny little minx in her life.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. A vampire’s venom would make even a nun beg for pleasure.”
His words relaxed her a fraction. “Thank you, Kit.” Her gaze drifted to his pants for a brief moment before she flicked her stare away. She definitely hadn’t dreamed or imagined how he’d hardened against his pants. And even though the venom had worn off, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering what his fingers would feel like trailing up her thighs.
Chapter Sixteen
A metallic scent filled the air as Stevie spilled a bit of blood into three brews. She and Lucia were working in the basement together since an influx of orders had come through after the fog and darkness had only gotten worse—they wanted protection charms as a precaution, and the apothecary was closed on Sundays.
Kit had waited for Stevie to make it into Lucia’s house before leaving on horseback to search the woods once again. There was so much she’d been thinking about. How Levi was most likely wandering around in hiding, how he’d somehow spelled her blood from letting anyone see her memories, how she’d touched herself in front of Kit. The last matter should’ve been the least important thing, but she couldn’t stop inwardly groaning about it.
“All right,” Lucia started as she stirred a brew for Stevie while she rubbed healing ointment on her finger. “So you said Rainier once saw Levi’s ghost go into the woods where Kit was murdered after drinking blood from siren twins, and he couldn’t see anything in your blood because he could taste the warlock’s magic, right?”
“Yep!” Kit had also described Levi as having hair past his shoulders, his height a little shorter than Kit, a slim build, high cheekbones, and an amulet around his neck. But with the white coloring being so generic, ghosts were much harder to pick out of a line-up.
“Hmm.” Lucia pursed her lips together. “From what Rainier found out about your blood, this will be enough for the council to have to dig up Levi’s bones and allow me to see if I can locate him.”
“That would be ideal.” Stevie took the brew from Lucia and drank it down. She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “This one doesn’t taste bad. Like lemonade.”
“It won’t lift the veil in your blood for two weeks. You have to drink one a day to fully cleanse everything. At least we can get that dark spell out of you though. But now this means your blood might help with another spell I want to try at the bonfire since the warlock’s magic is inside you. With all the sacrifices—”
“Pumpkin sacrifices,” Stevie clarified.
“Pumpkinsacrifices, which are still sacrifices, to add to the spell. With that, Kit’s bone, the link between you and him, his ghost there, you there, my spell, the first Eye opened, and Levi’s lingering magic, it could potentially work. No, itwillwork!” She squeezed Stevie’s shoulder. “I’ll make sure of it.”
If any witch could make it work, it would be Lucia. And if not, they would come up with a Plan Z if they had to after trying every other letter.
“So what else happened?” Lucia asked. “Rainier drank your blood which means vampire venom was included. My aunt’s told me things that I wish I could unhear about her times with Rainier.”
Even though Kit was long gone, Stevie scanned the room to make sure he hadn’t slinked back in behind her somewhere. But the coast was clear.
She pinched the bridge of her nose as the images flashed in her mind. “Rainier was fine and left. But after … things got a little R-rated with Kit.”
“You two hadsex?” Lucia gasped. “After you said you two could touch, I knew it was highly probable.”
“No!” Stevie hissed. “I mean, I sort of asked him to… And when he didn’t, I took care of myself. In front of him. Like an idiot,” she mumbled under her breath.
A grin spread across Lucia’s face. “You knew the warning label that comes with a vampire’s bite. And how sweet that Kit didn’t want to take advantage. You’re not under the venom influence anymore though...”
“The sex with the ghost part wouldn’t be weird per se. At least not to us in Sleepy Hollow, but if he doesn’t find his head, he won’t be here after the new moon.” A pit formed in her stomach at the thought of him in the Hollow, being picked apart by demon vultures.
“That just means I’ll work harder on the spell for the bonfire. Give me a moment.” Lucia went upstairs and brought back Maxine. She set Maxine on a nearby shelf, the plant looking less lively than usual. Lucia plucked a small vial, the smoke settled, completing Lucia’s part of the spell. “Can you add one more droplet in this and place another on Gideon’s plant? He was upset last night when he found Maxine wilting. I’m going to have him drink the vial—he was freaking out that he’s balding because there were a few extra hairs in the sink.”
Stevie shook her head and sighed. “My brother has thicker hair than me! He’s such a drama queen.”
