Page 6 of Resurrecting the Witch
Well, I guess it was settled, then. Cliona wasmine; my instincts were never wrong. I smiled, wondering how long it would take her to realize she belonged with me.
I took in her appearance closer now. My witch wore a black sweater that looked like it swallowed her whole, something I’d definitely get on my knees and beg her to stop. I wanted to see all of her perfect feckin’ curves hiding underneath this clunky fabric. Unless, of course, she liked being smothered in soft fabrics that hid her shape, then I would buy them all from every clothing maker on this isle. Cliona would never go without a baggy sweater again if I had anything to say about it. But I’d felt the sides of her waist when we approached the table, and I knew there was plenty to grab and squeeze in the best way; I wanted to show my mate off and let the world know she somehow chose me, that Cliona deemedmeworthy of worshipping her body. Her arse was thick and round in the dark jeans, and I couldn’t even fully appreciate it because the goddess-damned sweater designed to torment me was too long. I knew the luscious ripe cheeks of her arse were begging me to—
“April twenty-seventh,” she answered, thankfully interrupting my thoughts before my cock hit the underside of the table through my jeans with how hard her simple nearness was making me.
April twenty-seventh was now the best date in the history of the world, the date my beautiful Cliona came into this universe. “A Taurus,” I said, and her pierced black eyebrow shot up in surprise.What other piercings did she have? Will she let me find out on my own when I explored her body?“Did you think I wasn’t familiar with the stars, witchling?” I couldn’t help the deeper tone in my voice as I teased her.
Her perfect round cheeks flushed a delightful shade of rosy pink when I called her witchling, but she didn’t look embarrassed. No, only that she wasn’t used to terms of endearment. Like she hadn’t been close to someone in a while.
She didn’t have to worry anymore; I’d happily shower her in all the affection my soul had to offer.
“Most men I’ve met don’t think about the stars the way I was raised to,” Cliona admitted.
“Well, lucky for both of us, I have not and will never be like most men, or a simplemanat all,” I replied and offered her a smile that had served me well in finding pleasure in the past. I knew my face wasn’t unpleasant, and I’ve made many a female swoon at my attentions.
But this had been before I woke up from my grave. Before I had new fun… quirks. Like a thirst for brains that I had to sate on the full moon. Or the weird blackness that overtook my eyes in moments of heightened emotion. Or how I didn’t sleep. Ever.
She didn’t balk from my seductive gaze. Cliona simply stared at me while I gazed back at her. The restaurant around us blurred away into the background, and I wondered if she felt the electric power pulsing between us that my fae senses couldn’t ignore. Her patchouli and fresh herb scent already soaked through my skin into my being as if her essence oxygenated my blood more than the air itself. If I had met her in my own time when I was nothing but a warrior waging a war that made every moment seem like a gift, I’d have already taken her to my chambers and had my cock thrusting deep into her dripping wet c—
“So, um, Patrick.” My name coming frommymate’s mouth evoked something primal in me that had me gripping the fabric of my dark jeans in an effort not to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and find the nearest room where we could be alone.
Dr. Luna would be disappointed in the lack of control I was having over my dominant fae instincts. I felt everything much more clearly now than I had in my first life. Even the simple act of keeping my hands off Cliona was proving more difficult than I liked. However, if I managed to hold it together, I’d be able to brag to the Alpha Group when we met tomorrow about how I didn’t make an arse of myself. Bragging was one of my favorite activities. I could keep it together for that alone. And for the look on those other alpha’s faces when I showed up with my mate’s scent on me, it would be a well-earned round of high fives from the group, and since I considered them my own new type of strange brotherhood, despite the fact most of them weren’t even fae and one of them a female, so maybe brotherhood wasn’t the best term to use anymore. Regardless, it would be a good time to brag about my control.
A great time.
The best time.
I would brag, and they would praise me for discovering my true mate on my very first date. I was obviously the best at dating too. They would see me for the brilliant leader I am, and Dr. Luna would sign off on my paperwork to let me stay in Haven Pass forever so I could feck my witchling’s perfect cunt every day for the rest of forever.
Maybe Cliona had some friends in Haven Pass, and I could find my fellow alpha’s their own mates. The thought intrigued me, but I didn’t want to frighten Cliona since I caught her running before I got here. She didn’t look on the verge of tears or ripping me a new arsehole anymore at least.
I made myself pick up the menu in front of me and wait for her to continue so I wouldn’t grab her hand or beg her to let me between her thighs under this table to ease any more concerns she might have over me…because that would surely scare her with my lack of manners. Right?
Or would she like it?
I would like it if she offered to touch my cock under the table.
I would have to ask the others at the next Alpha Group meeting.
Dating in this time was so complicated, and the shows Dr. Luna had us watch to assimilate were much more complex than what it had been like before back home. Different time or not, if you found a female and wanted to mate her, you simply asked her or even courted her if she were a prissy type from a wealthy class. Now it seemed to be a whole event of meeting a female, then texting her without even being near her, then dating with certain expectations for each date that somehow everyone was supposed to automatically know, then sometimes actual mating (apparently the third date or sometimes the first if you were just looking for ahookup,a term I still didn’t fully understand but was forced to let go after Dr. Luna told me to drop it one meeting) and sometimes no mating at all if their religious preferences prevented a joining. Goddess, I hoped Cliona wasn’t part of a chaste coven. I hoped she was more like the all-consuming and free-willed witches back in Ireland that used sex magick in every phase of the moon like they needed it to live.
Even after all of the dating and the maybe-mating, maybe-not-mating, there were other things that were still confusing to me and a lot of the alphas as well. Despite the numerous attempts we all made, we still couldn’t quite understand what making it “official on the ‘Gram” meant. Was sharing a picture on the site all that was required? A Cardi B song indicated it wasn’t official until she put youon the ‘Gram, so that is what we assumed it meant: share a picture, and they were your mate. I’d have to find a picture of Cliona online to share, then she would have to accept me as her mate. Cardi B hadn’t led me astray yet, and I knew with this picture idea, she would assist in my claiming Cliona. Cardi would be an honorary brother in our Alpha Group brotherhood. I would have to bring it up to the others at our session tomorrow.
“This is my first date since—” Cliona paused to clear her throat before continuing again. “Well, let’s just say it’s been a long time, so I understand if I’m not quite what you expected and you don’t want to continue this. I doubt you wanted to meet someone as fucked in the head as I am for your date tonight.”
She reached up to swipe a rogue black curl behind her ear. Her black-painted nails were short, and some of the polish was chipped. I noticed some slightly inflamed red skin that stood out against her pale fingers, and I forgot about my hold-the-menu-instead-of-the-sexy-female-within-reach strategy and grabbed her hand to hopefully soothe some of her worries.
Cliona didn’t pull away, but her breath quickened, and she began speaking faster than I have ever heard someone talk in my life. “I can just leave, and it won’t be a problem, I promise. I won’t make it weird or follow you or anything like that. I’m kind of a mess right now and didn’t even want to really come here, but Guillermo made me.”
So, she definitely knew Dr. Luna to be on a first-name basis with him. I’d have to ask him as soon as possible so he could tell me everything he knew about this female.
“I know you probably have gone on so many dates that it is weird to go on one where the chick would already have ruined her mascara if I hadn’t done a water-repellent spell before this—ugh, I am talking too much, as always. Again,” she said more to herself than to me.
She shifted in the booth, pointing her body toward the exit, and made to get up from the table without looking at me. “I promise you won’t hear from me agai—”
“Did I say you don’t please me,mo peata?” I asked and swiped the pad of my thumb over the nail bed of a particularly painful looking situation, also intentionally using the name she hated from earlier. And sure enough her eyes blazed in recognition.
The poor female needed to take a breath and get out of her head for a bit. The power I felt from her before was nothing short of astounding, and I’m sure it was running her ragged. I felt the muscles in her hand somewhat relax, and her body shifted back toward me instead of toward the booth exit, which I took as her liking the sound of my voice and the touch of my skin which was good.
