Page 13 of Resurrecting the Witch
Even when I met her at The Witch’s Brew and found out the spunky pink-haired barista was responsible, I knew my Cliona had some secrets that made us an even better match than I’d imagined. We had a nice lunch date and I loved seeing her interact with Lennox and other members of the town that all stopped by to pay their respects.
My female was a leader. We barely made it through lunch without a few minutes to ourselves and I saw how flustered she was. I also saw how my touch calmed her even amidst the lunch chaos.
At the end of our date, I walked her back to Town Hall to finish her day and pulled her in for a kiss that was a bit more claiming than the ones we shared at the restaurant. The feel of wrapping her dark curls at the nape of her neck around my fingers felt so right to me. The little moan she let out when my tongue entered her mouth and the frustrated whine she let out when I had to pull away were everything. Her arousal I scented as I walked away from her was potent enough that my dick hadn’t gone soft since.
My mate was consuming me wholly when she wasn’t even near me. The green sparkle of her cunning eyes and the dark-black eyeliner that winged out from the edges of them, the sweet and earthy scent of herbs that permeated the air around her, even the sound her combat boots made as she walked away from me at the restaurant had me captivated. I’d barely had any time to think of anything else other than her.
My Cliona. My witchling. My mate.
“Patrick.” Dr. Luna snapped his fingers in front of me. I had gotten lost in my thoughts again and missed whatever the other alphas were saying.
“My female has had quite the effect on me,” I admitted and had no desire to stop the bold smile that stretched across my face.
“All the blood going to his dick, but he still manages a cocky fucking grin, don’t he?” Arch added and I laughed at his use of cock. You could say a lot about the bloodsucker, but he was a funny bastard.
“Oh, give me a break.” Lavinia rolled her eyes. “Must I be subjected to dick jokes in addition to this bunch of assholes twice a week?” She directed her question toward Dr. Luna.
I understood her annoyance. Dr. Luna insisted to always act as if we were here of our own volition when that couldn’t be further from the truth. The HOMES bylaws for Haven Pass were very clear: if you didn’t attend the mandatory therapy meetings as deemed by your entry paperwork, you’d be out on your arse. It was even tied into a spell you signed with your contract. Technically we did have a choice, as all creatures of Earth do. We could refuse citizenship of the only place in the entire world that wasn’t a constant threat to us and retreat into the shadows of the human world. Most of us had seen what a shite life that was, so we showed up to our mandatory meetings and talked about whatever Dr. Luna suggested until we eventually were phased out into full residency. This was a chance to live as our true selves without worrying about humans and their constant need to think things didn’t actually go bump in the night.
So, we all were here whether we liked it or not. And as alpha types, we weren’t always pleased to be in a room with others who actually stood a chance at taking us down.
Or I assumed that’s what everyone else in the group thought since they were no threat to me.
I was the biggest threat here. They couldn’t take me down if they tried.
“So tell us who you stuck your prick in, Patty?” Arch asked, ignoring Lavinia completely which didn’t settle well with the gorgon.
The small black and gray colored snakes that made up her hair hissed at the dismissal but immediately backed down when Arch hissed back, showing his own fangs. They argued worse than most siblings but managed to sit next to each other in each session despite being offered different seats.
“While I disagree with his crassness,” Dominic said. He was a dragon shifter and one of the alphas I’d grown closest with since arriving to Haven Pass. “I do scent something different and definitely sexual on you.”
I smirked in a way I knew would cause problems but I also couldn’t help but be boastful about my perfect female and perfect date and perfect everything.
Cliona.
My everything.
“Oh goddess, he’s thinking about her right now, ain’t he?” Grom, my orc friend, asked.
I saw the anticipation in his obsidian eyes waiting for me to talk about my mate. Most of us hadn’t fecked anyone seriously since moving here. Our own pasts made it difficult to get close to anyone.
“Obviously, look at his dick hard as fuck in his pants, idiot,” Lavinia said with a haughty tone to her voice.
“Settle down, everyone,” Dr. Luna said at the rising tension.
It didn’t take much for the seven of us to lose our tempers, even though I knew everyone here was genuinely trying. We sat in the same circle twice a week and learned more about each other than I think any of us would have shared in other circumstances.
We met in a rec room at Town Hall, kind of like a gym. It had linoleum flooring and pictures hung around of different events that had been held here. We sat in metal folding chairs that were sized up to fit our bigger bodies, which I knew the other larger alphas and I appreciated.
Dr. Luna didn’t take notes or record the sessions because he had a memory charm to do it for him. Everything said in here he could recall with an accuracy that had proven annoying at the best of times more than once. Sometimes I might have liked to exaggerate. Or was dramatic. Whatever.
“Patrick,” Dr. Luna continued. “Everyone seems to be really interested in your sex life, so can you tell us how your date went the other night?”
“I’ve found my mate,” I said with an authority and pride in my voice I hadn’t felt comfortable using since I woke up from the ground almost a year ago.
The others in the circle clapped and even Lavinia gave a slight nod of her head in approval at my claim. I knew more than anything that Cliona was mine, and I was proud to announce my claim on her with the others. I waited for the clapping and excessive cheers to die down (even if the excessive cheers were mostly in my head) and I felt everyone’s genuine excitement for me. I jumped into recounting my date with my powerful witchling. I told them about her stunning beauty, the way her flesh curved in a way I knew would bring me many nights of pleasure beyond anything I’d felt, and I even talked about the emotional nonsense Dr. Luna kept on about with us because I wanted to do this right. I told her how her friend forced us on a second date the day before for lunch and how I kissed her but wasn’t too brazen yet. If this group was truly about making us ready for this society, and my Cliona was part of this society, then I couldn’t feck this up. I’d do whatever it took to make Cliona mine, including making an arse out of myself in front of my friends.
“How did she take the whole zombie thing?” Drew asked.
