Page 22 of Resurrecting the Witch
Humans weren’t common in Haven Pass. The only four I knew of were Lennox, who I now also knew was Cliona’s best friend, and Tonya, Elicia, and Storey. I wasn’t sure what qualified a human to join HOMES, but I guessed it wasn’t anything too good or happy, so I felt for the females even if they seemed more interested in ogling our muscles than participating in the training.
“But we do have Merrick and Gioia since Drew wouldn’t let her come by herself, and Merrick is still young and needs some fine-tuning on his own,” Dom continued.
“Good. I had hoped Tommy might encourage some of the other younglings to join us, but maybe Merrick and Gioia can get some more members too,” I added.
I hadn’t realized how sheltered a lot of the young were here until I had the opportunity to observe some of the Haven Pass School school athletics and found it lacking. Granted, most of them students had some sort of ability, but they relied on magick too much, or the specific abilities of their race. There wasn’t enough physical drive that was common when I was young. I wanted to teach them, but I hadn’t been invited to act in that capacity and hadn’t volunteered since I didn’t want to overstep and lose my residency by asking for too much. I hoped this class would act as a trial for me to take over as a physical coach for the younglings but hadn’t talked to Dr. Luna about that yet.
Dom nodded in agreement. As we exited the tree line, I tried to take in who all had already gathered at the mats, assuming all the usual suspects and the Hemlocks Dom mentioned were here, but my eyes snapped to the surprise guest. I felt my cock stir at the sight of my mate in her tight-fitting workout clothes.
“Surprise!” Dom said in a comically loud voice and slapped my back. “I knew it’d be worth keeping this from you to see your face.”
“You could have warned me,” I muttered under my breath so no one could hear as we approached the others.
“And where is the fun in that?” He laughed again and jogged the rest of the way.
I hadn’t moved my eyes from Cliona, more specifically the black pants she wore that should be illegal. Her legs were spread wide with her shoes digging into the grass as she stretched her arms over her head with Lennox, another surprise attendee. The two really looked so opposite, but after hearing their banter together at The Witch’s Brew the other day, I couldn’t deny their chemistry. Lennox was facing me and made eye contact before winking, then leaned forward to place her hands on the grass. Cliona copied her movements.
Which presented me with the feckin’ beautiful sight of Cliona bending over, sticking her arse up in the air at the perfect level for my cock.
Like she was bending over for me.
For my dick.
“Feck me, female,” I muttered and stopped moving completely at the sight.
Her arse looked great in everything she wore, but I hadn’t seen it in the full glory that only yoga pants could provide. I could even see the outline of the thong she wore underneath. I took a deep breath which only made it worse because her scent overwhelmed me. Patchouli, herbs, and today some spices that were probably from her morning tea.
Do not go up and put your cock on her arse.
Do no pelvic thrust into her arse.
Do not make a fool of yourself in front of Tommy.
Tommy.
Yes, think of the young lad who you were setting an example for.
“Patrick! Can you come help me with my form on this stretch?” a nasally, whiny voice called from the other side of the gathered bodies.
I knew it was Tonya, but I was not done looking at my mate, who at the sound of my name, jumped up, which caused her beautiful butt cheeks to jiggle so perfectly I wanted to take a bite out of them.
But not a hungry zombie bite, like a normal sex bite.
The full moon was still over a week away, so I was good on my flesh eating for a minute.
I held up a finger in the general direction Tonya’s screeching came from and prowled closer to my mate. She turned toward me with a slight blush on her cheeks, as if my presence was too much for her.
Good.
She was too much for me too, especially in those goddess-damned tight pants.
“Hello, Lennox.” I nodded at her friend who continued stretching. I walked into Cliona’s space, a little too close so she couldn’t mistake it for anything else and leaned forward to kiss her cheek.
“Patrick!” Tonya screeched again at a louder pitch than before.
It barely registered as I took in the bright green edges of Cliona’s eyes and the way the little wisps of her black hair fell around her face from the messy bun she had at the top of her head.
She was so feckin’ beautiful, I wanted to take her back to my apartment and not leave until she had my mark on her.
