And here I am, trailing her like a pussy sick fool, and I haven’t even had her. No, I’ll stop whatever is happening in this town, get as far from the little witch as I can, and bury myself in heaps of pussy until I forget her smell, until I forget my craving for Rose.
I follow her through the sleepy town, until she leaves the lights and streets behind, and goes into the forest. She’s walking with a small magic ball lighting her way. Frowning, I slip through the trees as we climb a hill, and there she steps out into the clearing under the moon that my brother Slate is probably prowling under. Slipping into the edge of the trees, I watch her.
What’s she doing?
She crouches in the middle of the field, and I move closer to see what she’s looking at. It’s a circle, which looks like it was drawn with dried blood. The grass is all dead and dry, and there are scorch marks and more blood splattered from here to there.
Did she just find the place where the witches are being sacrificed? I think she did.
Just then I hear a noise, and so does she. Her head snaps up, and both of us stare at the other side of the treeline. With a mutter, she rushes towards me, but she’s not going to make it. The cracking of branches gets louder, and whatever is coming probably isn’t good.
Hurrying out, I grab her and drag her behind the closest tree, backing her into it. I slip my hand over her mouth to stop her screams and protests as I plaster myself to her front. We stay silent as we peer around the tree, and I feel the shaking of her body against mine. Having all those curves and her lips pressed to my skin makes my cock hard as hell.
Her eyes widen when she feels it pressed against her stomach, causing me to smirk as I look down at her. “Little witch, getting into trouble I see,” I whisper in her ear, so whoever or whatever doesn’t hear us.
She narrows her eyes and tries to talk, but she can’t because of my hand. With a sigh, she licks along my palm, making me laugh as I pull it away. I press my finger to her lips in a shush gesture, and she rolls her eyes. “I’m not dumb,” she whispers.
“Could have fooled me, Rose,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “Who goes alone in search of a murder site?”
She huffs but doesn’t speak as I peek around the tree, searching for the object making the sounds.
I spot the bear wandering away, and even though I know there is nothing here that’s deadly to her or me, I keep her pinned there, waiting for an attack.
When I look back down at her, my eyes catch on her lips, and I begin to wonder. What would it feel like? What would she taste like? She turns as if trying to look around the tree, but I can’t drag my gaze away from her.
One kiss, that’s all this can ever be.
I have to kiss her.
She turns her head back to speak, and I lean down and cover her lips with mine.
She freezes against me, and I freeze too, but her taste explodes in my mouth—sweetness, magic, like fucking happiness itself, and I’m lost. Her lips start to move against mine, no longer shocked, and even though I know I should pull back, I can’t.
Threading my hand in her hair, I nibble and bite her lower lip until she gasps and I can sweep my tongue in, tangling it with hers. I dominate the kiss until she’s melting into me, rubbing herself along me teasingly. My cock screams at me to turn her, bend her over, and fuck her, but I resist. I’m only allowing myself this one moment of weakness, this one kiss.
I know when I pull away, I’ll regret it, but for this moment, I lose myself in my witch.
She moans into my mouth, and I swallow it, pressing her further into the tree as our kiss turns feral. Need and magic swirl between us, pulling us together, but I have to stop before I make her mine. I rip my mouth away and stumble back.
Swallowing harshly, breathing heavily, I look at my little witch. She’s slumped against the tree, her lips red and raw from my kiss, her eyes closed as her chest heaves temptingly. More than anything, I want to stay, so what do I do?
I leave her there like the asshole I am.
All alone.
Cassandra
I haven’t seen him in two days, since he kissed me like his life depended on it. When I opened my eyes, he had disappeared again, not even leaving a rose behind. How could he kiss me like that and then just disappear?
Like it was nothing?
Like it didn’t rock my whole world?
I felt more in that one kiss than I ever have before, and now I crave more. I crave the heightened emotions, the pleasure and hunger, the utter rightness I felt on his lips. Like I was made to kiss him always. But it’s clear he didn’t feel the same, and as the hours pass and then days, I realise what an idiot I am.
He kissed me to distract me. After, I had gone home in a daze, not even looking at the scene any further.
You know he might be a murderer, Cass, and you’re daydreaming about him over one stupid kiss?
Idiot.
I started off confused, then I was upset, but now? Now I’m just angry.
Fuck him, fuck his golden addictive lips and those pretty words. If he killed those witches, I will take him down, attraction or not, and I won’t give in ever again. That’s what vibrators are for anyway. They give pleasure just as good as a dick, and there is no attitude to go along with it.
“If I could just have a moment of your time,” I rehearse, as I wait for the elders to come into the shop. I know they said ‘no’ the other day, but I have proof now, and they have to listen. Right?
Just then I hear them leaving, so I rush to intercept them. “I found proof of the killings—”
“You mean the tragic deaths?” Gretchen corrects, her eyes narrowed. “The ones we told you to leave alone?”
“Yes, but they were sacrifices. I found the location—”
“Enough!” Gretchen roars and steps towards me, her magic rising. “We have tolerated you enough, Cassandra. Leave, now. You disobey us, you bring dishonour to our names. From now on, you are no longer a part of this coven!”
I stagger backwards, and Allegra tries to calm the elders down, but I feel the finality in the declaration. I have been disowned, I am a rogue witch, maybe I always was. Tears fill my eyes, and I refuse to let them see them fall, so I grab my bag and the book, and Salem and I rush from the shop.
I barely remember getting home as I throw myself down on the bed and scream and cry. Not even Salem can comfort me. I’ve lost my family, my people… I guess I always knew this day would come. They only kept me around out of pity, but a witch without a coven is nothing.
Worse than nothing, they cease to exist.
After feeling sorry for myself, I clean my face off and stare at the book. I know this is bigger than me or even them. Witches are being murdered, and it isn’t going to stop unless someone forces it to.
I could do nothing, but to get back into my coven and prove I was right, I need to find the killer. And where better than a ritual filled with plenty of witches? It’s prime murdering time, so I stow my sadness, get dressed, and head into the forest to crash a coven ritual.
They might have given up on me, but I haven’t given up on them. I won’t sit around while another one of our kind is being killed, and something bigger than them, than even me, is happening here. If these truly are sacrifices to free darkness and demons, then the whole world is in danger and we have a chance to stop it before it happens.