Page 42 of Bewitched By the Headless Horseman
Stevie didn’t need to know about hissexcapades. “So I take it you don’t know that the Headless Horseman is Kit Crawley?”
Rainier swiped his tongue across his lower lip. “Nowthatis an interesting turn of events. I take it he’s thespecialguest you have here. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I’d do anything for Ginger. Even now.”
“Do you know anything about Kit’s head? What became of it?” If he didn’t know Kit was the Headless Horseman, then she doubted he knew where it was. But maybe…
“No.” And as her shoulders fell, he shortened the gap between them. “But I can try to find out. However, I need a tasty treat to make it happen.”
“I’ll murder him,” Kit growled, stepping between them just as Stevie scooted back.
“I’m not going to force you.” Rainier smirked. “And it won’tentirelybe for pleasure. You are a seer, so perhaps I will find something through your memories of the dead.”
“Tell the bastard no.” Kit sounded as if his jaw was clenched.
“It’s fine, Kit. Just a nano bit of blood.” Or at least she hoped.
Kit cursed under his breath, not stepping from between them, even though it would do no good.
“Come closer then.” Rainier slowly drew her chair beside him, the scraping sound echoing through the room. “Where would you like me to taste you?” His purple irises fixed on her neck.
She wrinkled her nose. “Um, my arm. And nothing intimate.”
“Perfect,” Rainier purred. He took her wrist in his hands, his thumb caressing her vein, and her heart thudded nervously. She should’ve had Lucia skip dinner with her parents and stay there. “You forgot to ask one important question—if I’ve seen Levi over the years. I may not know where the Horseman’s head is, butthree decades ago, after a sensual evening of drinking the blood of special twin sirens, it did a number on my vampire sight, and I could see ghosts for seven days. While driving to seek out the sirens to question them the following night, I briefly saw Levi carrying a large satchel into the woods where Kit was murdered. There is a chance he could’ve passed on since then, but a powerful warlock like him? No. He wouldn’t want to do that.” He seemed lost in thought for a few seconds before adding, “As for the sirens, I never saw them again.”
Stevie hadn’t known that it was possible for a vampire to be affected that way, or at least by sirens who generally veered away from anywhere that wasn’t the sea. However, that meant Levi was for sure a ghost, and she knew without a doubt he hadn’t passed on and was remaining under the radar for nefarious reasons. “And you didn’t find anything in the woods?” she asked Kit.
“I’ve searched many times. It’s where the bonfire is held,” Kit said.
“Now we begin.” Rainier’s slitted eyes met hers, his sharp canines lowering. His fangs pierced her flesh and sharp pain shot through her as he buried them deeper into her wrist. Her chest heaved as she tried to block out the pain.Why would any woman in their right mind want this?
“Garlic,” he ground out, then resumed drinking, the pain turning to something lighter, freer, a warmth spreading through Stevie, and her eyes fluttered at the sensation. “I can’t see any images in your blood. Something isn’t right. I need to dig deeper.” He continued to feast on her and the room spun, her head dizzy.
“Enough,” Kit seethed at the same time Roxy came into the kitchen barking, even though the vampire couldn’t hear either of them. “He has to stop, Pumpkin.”
Stevie didn’t want to at first, but as Kit begged her to take her arm from his grip, she finally ripped it away. “No more,” she moaned, the sound of her voice revealing the opposite of what she wanted.
“You should’ve warned me sooner, but the garlic would’ve only allowed me a little more.” Rainier raked a hand through his silky hair, his face concerned. “Let me get you to the couch.” He looped his arm around her waist and placed her on the cushions. “Watch your back. I know the taste of Levi’s dark spells, and it’s inside of you. He must’ve cast a spell to make certain no one could find answers in your blood.”
Stevie shuddered, unable to clearly focus as Rainier left her side. The lock of the door clicked, and Kit came toward her after telling Roxy to go into the bedroom for now. Her gaze trained on the top button of his shirt, the one she’d been wanting desperately to unfasten. Warmth spread through her, venturing deeper, lower, igniting crackling flames inside her entire being.
“Unbutton your shirt,” Stevie breathed. “Or maybe your pants first.”
“It’s best you stop talking, Pumpkin.” Kit sat across from her on the coffee table. “You’re not going to like what you’ve said when the vampire venom runs its course.”
“You’re no fun.” She giggled. Was she giggling? She nevergiggled.
“Close your eyes and sleep. That will be the best thing for us both.” Yet the way his voice came out didn’t sound like he was speaking the entire truth.
“But I don’t want to sleep,” she pouted. “Closeyoureyes and sit beside me so we can touch.” Her eyes became hooded as she bit her lip and studied the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, exposing his muscular arms. “So we canfuck.”
Kit drew in a sharp breath of air. “Sleep.”
Stevie roamed her gaze down his oh-so-manly form to between his legs where averyvisible bulge pressed against his pants. “I don’t think youreallywant me to sleep. I think you want us to fuck like werewolves.” She giggled again, covering her mouth. “Make sure Roxy stays in the bedroom and come closer.”
“Insufferable woman.” Kit knelt beside her and placed a finger over her lips. Even though she couldn’t feel it, she ran her tongue through it. “I’m not going to pleasure you while vampire venom runs in your veins.”
“But you would otherwise?” She smiled seductively, arching into him.
“Lie down and sleep,” he instructed, his voice serious. “I’ll watch over you.” It wasn’t a no…
