It has nothing to do with wanting to prove to the little witch I’m not a killer—well, I didn’t kill these ones—or to protect her, seeing as whoever did it is hunting witches.
Nope, not at all.
That’s how I find myself at the coroner’s office. I charm my way in, blinding the receptionist until she’s under my spell and probably dreaming of our wedding. I easily locate the body. There are four down here, all the same, but most will be washed clean of evidence. No, I need to see the latest one.
I find her in the last drawer. I pull her out, close my eyes, and hover my hands over her, looking inside with my powers. I know I need to be fast. Beyond the black veins, I feel the darkness and emptiness inside. Her soul has been taken, and in its place is an infection, which is situated like a fingerprint, the darkness linked to someone out there.
Something is stalking this little backwater town and killing its witches… But why? What is it doing with the blood and souls it steals?
Opening my eyes, I grab the file and look over the autopsy report. There is a lot of blood missing, like I sensed, and shit…the heart. They cut out the heart.
That means it’s ceremonial.
This town got a whole lot more fun, and not just because I plan on infecting that little witch with my own brand of darkness. Smirking at the thought, I put the body away. I have two things to do.
One, stop the creature, or figure out what it is doing and why.
Two, woo the witch, and see if my little blue rose is as sweet as she looks.
Winking at the receptionist on the way out, I duck back into the soft ocean breeze. Night is coming, and in the dark, monsters lurk. It’s one of my best shots to find the creature, and the witches will lead me to him.
I just need to figure out what witch he’s going after in the meantime. I find myself drawn down a side street where I lean back against a wall and watch an occult shop. The link that seems to be drawing me to Cassandra, my rose, is tugging me in that direction.
I stay there for hours, unable to move away, even when the torches in the streetlamps flicker on and darkness descends. Only then does the door open, making me stand straighter, as I watch my little witch.
Her blue hair is wild, and she’s muttering to herself as she locks up the shop. Then, with a black cat following after her, she starts to walk away. I smirk and tell myself I’m tracking her to find the creature as I follow after her, sticking to the shadows—which, for a man who is the god of sunlight, seems quite difficult…
Until you realise that with sunlight comes the shadows it casts, and I control both.
She wanders through the quiet town undisturbed. No one even seems to greet her as she passes. Walking along the road before the beach and into the trees, she disappears. I follow after her with a frown, stepping onto a dirt road that curves through the huge trees, creating a thick canopy. Among them are tiny little lights, strung from tree to tree, lighting the way. Smirking, I slip through the streets after her, watching as the dirt road abruptly ends in a cottage.
My little witch lives in a fucking cottage.
It peeks out from behind tree trunks, with shrubs and flowers surrounding it like some sort of magical kingdom. It has a pointed roof, and the brown building has flowers and ivy growing over the bricks. More lights hang around the cabin and clearing, and hung between two trees is a giant, white lace swing.
It screams green witch, and yet I can hear the ocean from here too, the soft breeze carrying its scent. I’m betting if I wander in that direction, I would break out onto the beach.
She’s created a little haven here, and it’s adorable, cosy almost, and has a strange smile curling up my lips as I watch her open the door and flick on the lights. I catch one last glimpse of her passing the window before she disappears from view.
I hesitate, knowing I should leave. She’s safe and clearly won’t lead me to the creature, but instead, I find myself circling the little cottage.
Behind it is a deck, which overlooks the forest. On the porch is a clawfoot tub, making me blink in surprise as my cock jerks, while I imagine the hot little witch bathing out here for anyone to see, anyone like me. The window lights up from inside, and the sliding back door is closed. The decking is covered in yet more plants and flowers, with lights dangling down across it and strips of fabric, giving it an otherworldly feel. It makes me wonder what the interior looks like.
I’m just turning away when I see her again. My little witch. As I watch, she walks past the window and stops where I can see her. Her blue hair is loose around her shoulders now, wavy and perfect to hold onto as I fuck her mouth, or wrap around my fist as I take her from behind. She strips out of her shirt and reaches behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Grabbing onto the nearest tree trunk, I stand there like a fucking peeping Tom and watch her undress. Her soft, glowing skin has me more turned on than I’ve ever been before, and I find myself begging her to turn around so I can see if those delicious curves are a match for what I’m imagining. Instead, she does something better. She slips off her pants, exposing her high, plump ass.
Fuck.
Images of me dropping to my knees and parting those cheeks, of bending her over and leaving my handprints on those plump globes, has me shifting uncomfortably.
I bet she tastes like nature and would be wild in bed. She turns to the side to grab something, and I let out a grunt like a fucking animal when I catch a glimpse of the side of her incredible breast.
Is this how low I have fallen? Stalking and spying on a woman? They usually fall to my feet, flock to me, and beg to please me…yet something about this little witch is different. I don’t want her to beg… Okay, that’s a lie, I want her to beg for my cock, but I also know it won’t be easy. She’s not mad with lust or blinded by the sun in my eyes, she sees underneath it. She wasn’t mindless with desire, no. Instead, she has something stirring within me.
Something I’ve never felt, not in all the years and people I’ve screwed across this world. I feel true lust for more than just her body, but for her mind, her very soul. I crave her regard, her voice, to not only conquer her and have her wanting me as much as I want her, but to know that it’s for more than my body.
Something inside me is begging for me to go inside, to prove my innocence to the little witch and ask her to…what? Date? Gods don’t fucking date, especially not cute little homely green witches. We fuck and we leave. We get what we want.
And I want my little blue rose.
I will have her.
Ignoring the weird, conflicting feelings, I lift my hand and focus my power for a moment, calling it into my hand. When I risk a look, I see her disappearing farther into the cottage, so I slip across the ground to the deck and place it at the sliding glass door before, with one last look, I leave my little witch to her life.
For now.
I have a monster to hunt.
Later, I’m coming back, and I’m going to find out just how wild my blue rose can get.
Cassandra
A noise has me opening the sliding glass door. Usually, I ignore the weird sounds. You have to when you live in the middle of a forest with no one around. Weird noises are a given, and if I investigate every single one, I would never be inside. But this one is different. When I open the door, Salem twining between my feet and vying for my attention, I freeze.