Page 19 of Bloodween

My back arched off the bed. The sensation wasn’t purely physical; parts of me I didn’t recognize called to him with each draw of his mouth. Like roots digging into soil, establishing themselves where they shouldn’t grow.

“Holy hell.” The words rushed out of me. My hand threaded through his hair, not sure if I was pulling him closer or trying to push him away.

Why did his teeth in my skin feel so damn good?

He released my throat only to move lower, teeth teasing my collarbone. “Can’t get enough,” he muttered, more to himself than me. His hands held me still as he pushed back inside and I moaned. “Why can’t I get enough?”

It was a question, but I answered him with a kiss, tasting my blood on his tongue. The hunger in my core twisted tighter, connecting to something kindred in his need.

Was this the bond? Was it the Crimson Elixor? Was it supposed to feel like this?

I’d felt close to Renna, but that had been simple closeness. This… this felt like being bound to Dorian, every pulse and breath syncing with his.

And the more I let him stroke me, taste me, and lose himself in me, the more one question reared its ugly head through my mind: how in the hell was I supposed to kill him now?

“Look at me,” he commanded, and my eyes snapped to his. His voice was somewhere between host and hide. “We want to see you when you cum for us.”

I nibbled on my lip and squeezed my muscles against him. I didn’t even want him to finish yet, because this was a feeling I could happily lose myself in for hours, even days.

“Not yet,” I begged.

“Mmm,” he growled with a smirk. “Is our little witch loving how well we’re fucking her?”

“Yes,” I moaned at the truth.

“Good,” he hummed, lowering his lips to the last place he’d marked. He sucked on it before saying, “I’m loving this pussy, too. You’re taking your wolf so well, Armi baby. Very much worth whatever consequences.”

I hope he meant that.

“It better be,” I said through gritted teeth. “Now make your little witch release long and hard for you… until I have nothing left.”

He didn’t waste time, finding that spot that made my vision blur and my eyes turn. With one leg pushed back, he brought my ankle to his mouth, kissed it, and bit down.

That was all it took.

The orgasm crashed through me like a wave of pleasure and raw magic colliding. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as my body clenched around him and I screamed his name.

A sound rumbled from low in his chest—pure wolf satisfaction—as he followed me over. He released my ankle, and the wound glowed red. As I stared at it healing itself, I felt something click into place between us. A lock turning. A door sealed closed.

Because I could feel him now.

Not his body against mine, but something buried within. Something that would make killing him so much harder.

However… not impossible.

the comedown

"LET ME SEE YOU."

“Your marks have already healed,” Dorian said as he ran a warm cloth over my skin. He’d cleaned me up and made sure I was okay. Who would have thought my bestie’s cheating boyfriend did aftercare?

“Yes, us witches heal pretty fast too. Not like you, though.” Still, I was sure I had the elixir to thank for it being as quickly as it was. “Can’t have you leaving any evidence. Especially since you were biting me like a vampire. Is there something you want to tell me?” I teased, ironically.

“I warned you.” He got out of bed. “Varek likes blood.”

“That you did.”

He headed out of the room and returned a moment later with my phone in hand.