Page 74 of Curvy Alpha Bride
“Excellent,” she murmurs, slipping away again.
Why can’t I touch her? I will go mad if I don’t touch her soon.
With only the slightest hesitation, Ivarra steps out from the shadows and begins to move across the clearing. She doesn’t twirl and dance now, but takes a straight line towards a figure on the shore of the lake.
They confront each other, and I don’t really hear the words. All I can think about is dealing with this task, then spending my desire between the witch’s thighs.
She moves to the side, and I see the figure in front of us. Nothing registers about it—only that it’s a person, and they intend to do my queen harm. I’m already lurching towards the figure, ready to tear out their throat when my lady commands me to do just that.
“Xavier,” the person says very softly. “It’s me.”
I don’t bother to answer, solely focused on the throbbing pain between my legs and how badly I need to satisfy it. The person doesn’t back away or try to fight, just watches me as I finally get close enough to grab her.
Before my hands can wrap around her throat, the moon winks above me, the full light suddenly glaring down on us as a cloud moves across the sky. Recognition shocks through me as I look deep into Mabel’s eyes, suddenly fully aware of where I am and what I’m doing.
My awareness is swiftly followed by panic. I can’t let the witch know I’m free, so I take the last step towards my mate and grab her by the shoulders, holding her against my chest.
“Easy there, soldier,” Ivarra says. “Don’t kill her just yet. I need her blood warm.”
“Fuck you!” Mabel screams, struggling against my grip. “You’re done, do you hear me? It’s over, and you’re fucked!”
The witch laughs, a high, horrible cackling that echoes across the valley.
“Oh, my, look at the little mouse. I’d be all trembly over here, dear, but you’re clearly delusional. Do you not see the situation you’re in?”
“I do,” Mabel answers. “And I don’t care. Come on, you bitch. And choke on me.”
My love for Mabel swells in my chest, and I almost loosen my grip on her, remembering at the last second to stay locked in place.
“I’m going to feast on you,” Ivarra says, drifting close. “I’ll tear you to pieces and shatter your bones between my teeth. I think I’ll do it slowly, so you can feel every single moment.”
Mabel gulps, trembling in my arms.
“Then I’m going to fuck your husband, right here on the shore of the lake. I might fuck him to death—I haven’t decided yet. He’s handsome, and I might like having him around. He’s also very loyal, aren’t you, little doggy?”
“Yes, my queen,” I answer robotically.
“And you can’t wait to sink your big, throbbing cock into me, can you?”
Even though my cock has shriveled up between my legs and my guts lurch at the very idea, I choke out my answer. “Yes, my goddess. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Wonderful!” she laughs, trilling with pleasure. “I’d like to fuck him first and make you watch, but I’m so, so hungry, dear. I simply can’t wait another moment. I have to feed.”
At that moment, everything becomes clear to me—the way the witch’s feet never seem to touch the ground, her brushing near me but not quite touching me, and how she needed me to grab Mabel for her.
She isn’t corporeal—and she won’t be until she consumes Mabel!
The witch has some substance, but hasn’t been fed enough to flesh out her form. Until she feeds, she’s weak, and that means there is a chance to beat her.
Mabel struggles, trying to break my grip.
I lean down, whispering right in her ear. “It’s alright, my love. Everything is going to be okay.”
I feel a ripple of shock run through her, but Mabel gives no sign that anything has changed, making sure the witch won’t suspect anything. I keep my mate pinned to my chest, ready to protect her the instant the witch opens her jaws.
She will have to put all her strength into becoming corporeal to eat Mabel, and the second she does, she’ll be vulnerable.
Ivarra comes closer, and her form solidifies. Her feet touch the ground, her hands take on substance, and her huge maw of teeth opens up, splitting her face in two.
