Page 17 of The Soulless Witch

What was she doing? Did she come here to get fucked? Or was she waiting for something? After her visit to the magic shop and that excessive spending in the stores, was she just…here to party? I had no idea what to expect, no idea what she was capable of, except for taking down several full-blooded warriors in a single wave of her staff. Was this what she planned to do with the people here? There had to be over two hundred humans in the club, not to mention my team.

The witch swayed, turning around to face the blond guy. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him with so much desire, it almost made me look away. But then I noticed her eyes—they were open and staring at me, even as her tongue was so deep in his mouth that it looked like she was about to devour him.

I sucked in a breath while her lusty gaze held mine, too late to divert my eyes. She broke the kiss and whispered something in the man’s ear. I rose from my chair, preparing to follow them wherever she planned to drag the poor guy when the witch moved away from her dance partners and headed toward me.

For a second, I thought she was just coming to the bar, but her gaze remained locked on me the whole time. There was no recognition in her eyes, no apprehension or fear. Just lust.

When she stopped in front of me, any doubt that she was looking for anything other than my attention vanished. Her gaze slid down my body in the most appreciative way, her smile widening once she looked back up. I was used to women ogling me; I knew I was attractive. Yet the way this wicked thing looked at me made me both disgusted and painfully hard at the same time.

She was taller than I thought—a few inches and she could have looked me in the eyes—but her body was soft and weak. Magic didn’t require muscles, I reminded myself as I tensed, ready for her attack. I wore a charm that should redirect most spells, but if she made the roof crumble, I could only hope my other abilities could save me from certain death.

Taking another step closer, she glided her fingers up my chest until she reached my exposed neck. I should have grabbed her, covered her mouth, and immobilized her hands, but I was too stunned, too confused. That bloodsucker was right—as much as I didn’t want to admit it—if I let this bitch have a say, she’d eat me for breakfast and there wouldn’t be anything left to identify my body.

I needed to act. I needed to get her away from those humans, and…

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked softly, too low for any human to hear with the music blasting so loud. But I was not human, and she seemed perfectly aware of that. She knew, and she wasn’t afraid. Regardless of how powerful she might be, she wasn’t physically stronger. One mistake and her life would be forfeited. Just what game was she playing? “No?” she spoke again, louder this time, cocking her head to the side. I watched her expression turn disappointed as she shrugged. “Pity.”

She turned to leave when I realized what she had said. She had suggested we get out of there, away from the humans. Despite the implications, she had offered me exactly what I wanted. If she took me somewhere to be alone, I could kill her without worrying about collateral damage.

I grabbed her wrist just as she was about to leave. The smile returned to her lips, and she slipped her hand out of my grip, only to intertwine her fingers with mine. I followed her through the dancefloor, looking back to where the others had positioned themselves. I could sense their uneasiness, but I said nothing. I wasn’t sure if the witch was using her spells to hear better, so I held my Beta’s gaze and mouthed,‘Be ready.’

I saw Allison nod before the witch pushed the door of the men’s bathroom open and strode inside as if she were walking into her own house. There were two guys washing their hands at the sinks, and they both turned to stare at us—at her—with shock.

“Leave, please,” she said with a voice that dripped with honey and, still staring, they hurried toward the exit. She turned, and I tensed in preparation for her attack when she…kissed me.

Her lips were soft as they moved against mine, her earthy scent invading my nostrils and making my head dizzy. I could swear her magic touched my face, sending shivers down my spine and guiding my mouth to open. She didn’t wait for an invitation to slide her tongue inside, her arms tightening around my neck. I expected her to taste like dry leaves and dead earth, like something vile and disgusting, but as she ran her tongue over my lips and groaned, her taste reminded me of warm, delicious food, and a sweet dessert that melted in my mouth.

I didn’t even realize when I started kissing her back, but once the thought crossed my mind, I tried to push her away. She staggered backward, pulling me with surprising strength until her back hit the door of one of the stalls. I followed—getting her cornered in a tight space was the best way to keep her contained—and closed the door, reaching for her throat. I expected her to throw me across the room the moment my fingers wrapped around her slender neck, but instead, she moaned.

Before I could tear her throat out, I was pushed onto the closed toilet seat and she was striding me. My hand tightened around her neck, but her wicked smile gave me pause even as she leaned closer, her hot breath caressing my face. Just why wasn’t she afraid?

“That’s not where you start, handsome.” She chuckled, wrapping her fingers around my wrist just before I squeezed hard enough to crush her windpipe. “Men nowadays really don’t know what to do with their hands, hmm?”

She yanked my hand away—definitely using her magic this time—and set it down on her naked thigh. Her dress had rolled up to her waist, revealing her delicate, almost see-through panties. The smell of her arousal had my head spinning in response and, the next thing I knew, my hand was dipping between her legs.

A groan escaped my lips as my fingers ran over her soaked underwear, her sensual chuckle making my blood boil like I was on fire. She pushed against my fingers, but before I could slip them inside her panties, she thrust her hips forward, pressing her wet pussy against the bulge in my pants.

She moaned as her lips left a burning trail down my jaw. “I thought you werewolves loved to fuck everything that moved, but it seems that some of you don’t learn by doing. Or maybe you are just the passive type and like to be used instead? That’s not usually my style, but for you, I can make an exception.”

Her words finally pierced the fog in my mind, and I opened my eyes, watching her pull back. My hands shot for her throat, nails elongating so I could drag them over that milky skin, but unlike before, the tip of my fingers stopped right before touching her. Invisible hands yanked mine apart, pinning them to the stall walls with such force that my shoulders almost popped out of their sockets.

I could feel her magic on my ankles as well, keeping me in place while she continued to perch on my lap. She ground her body against mine, but this time I just glared at her.

What was wrong with me? Iloathedher. I wanted to kill her, shred her to pieces, and then set them on fire while I danced over them. She had destroyed everything I held dear, taken everything from me. So why was my dick throbbing in need and my treacherous mind wondering what it would be like to be inside of her? I had never lost control over my body with any woman, not even when I had gone months without sex. It was like I was in a rut, but that wasn’t possible because she wasn’t my mate. There was no bond, I couldn’t feel anything.

It had to be some kind of spell. She was doing this to me.

“So.” She leaned her hands on my knees, cocking her head and exposing her long, pale neck as if taunting me. “Why do you follow me?”

“To kill you,” I snarled, struggling against her magic. She scoffed, looking around the stall as if fascinated by the interior design. “You are a vile murderer! Even a quick death is too good for you!”

She rolled her eyes before she set them back on me.

“Yes, yes, of course. I’m evil and eat puppies for breakfast. I asked, why doyoufollow me?” I opened my mouth to tell her it was because she killed everyone I loved, but I stopped myself. As much as I hated to admit it, she had me entirely at her mercy. If she realized who I was and decided to finish what she started eighty years ago, there was nothing I could do to stop her.

“Why don’t you figure it out yourself?” I bared my teeth. An unamused expression slipped on her face and she sat up straighter, grabbing my dick through my pants. Having her eyes locked on mine and her hand stroking me teasingly made that messed up part of my brain wake again. The fog was gone, but as her fingers slid up and down my shaft, my cock got even harder.

A shiver ran down my spine as she lowered her eyes to my lap. Without so much as a word, she unbuttoned my pants, sliding the zipper down without hurry. She ran her fingers over the fabric of my briefs and my dick gave an impatient jerk, like it was some happy puppy ready to be petted by its master. I growled, lashing against her magic, but when her hand tightened on my dick, I froze before she tore it off.

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