Page 72 of Resurrecting the Witch
A full moon was always more open to otherworldly affairs, and most witches had some sort of full moon ritual in place to honor the expansion it brought our world.
So tonight, Patrick and his fine-ass dick were going to bring me lots of orgasms so I could manifest some more love for those around me. The full moon was in Taurus, my own sun sign, and I wanted to bring my coven some self-care energy in the form of romance or, at the very least, sexual companionship.
It turned out the “dating app” was a farce that Guille made up. He confessed after we formed the coven. He’d known Patrick and I were fated, and instead of introducing us like a normal person, he knew we’d be too stubborn to actually meet. So, naturally, he developed a goddess-damned app in his spare time. I had never seen Anya so proud of anyone in my life.
Since the app was no longer an option, I had to step in and help my family. Now that I was settled in my magick I was able to see the world with fresh eyes for the first time in five years. And part of that clarity had me seeing too many threads between my coven that needed a little push.
There was no better way to manifest sex for others than with your own sex magick.
Another hour passed, and I was starting to get worried. I didn’t ask how long Patrick normally took, but I assumed it wouldn’t take him long to hunt an animal. We allowed hunting at different times of the year to help with population control and some other issues we’d had over the years with various animal populations getting diseased. It was never something I was interested in doing, but for some of our other residents, the need to hunt was strong and something the circle of life demanded, and whatever else folks said.
I put on a new lingerie set I bought for the occasion. The bra had my tits pushed nearly to my chin, and the matching thong was so far up my ass Patrick would have to dig it out with his teeth—or at least I hoped he would. The black and purple lace dug into my curves but in a way that made me feel sexy, not that I was too big for the garments. They were perfect for what I had in mind.
I sat in the center of the circle of candles where I’d placed tons of cushions and other soft items for us to fuck on. I wasn’t going to wait much longer. The moon would be one hundred percent full in about fifteen minutes, and I needed to orgasm right when it became full. I took out the clit stimulator from the pile of sex toys I’d brought and turned it on, feeling the vibrations from my fingertips to my palm as I rubbed it down my stomach until finding its home under the thong and directly on my clit.
I gasped at the pulsating feeling of it and moved it into a better position, rubbing it into the growing wetness eagerly as I waited for my sexy Irish zombie to show his face.
As if my thoughts summoned him, the front door to the cabin slammed open, clean off the hinges, and the sight before me had me nearly coming before I’d even begun.
Patrick’s hulking shadow was massive against the open door. His long hair was down and blew around him as the cold night air whipped in the cabin. His shirt had come off in his hunt, and I could see the ridges of each muscle on his arms and torso move as he examined what awaited him. The candles were thankfully spelled against the cold and wind; otherwise, they’d have been extinguished. He inhaled another deep breath, and I knew he smelled my arousal when he stomped toward me with wicked intentions.
“I started without you, sir,” I muttered, not stopping my movements. His big, delicious body strode forward, and although I couldn’t see his eyes in the darkness, I knew they were pitch black like they got when he felt out of control, and they were poised directly on my hand moving to pleasure myself.
“Mo peata,” he growled in clear condemnation and wasted no time ripping his trousers off and palming his already hard dick in his hand.
As he breached the circle, I was able to make out more of his details. He was covered in splatters of blood with a large amount coating his mouth and neck where he had sated his hunger before finding me. Something primal and downright filthy in my soul nearly came again at the sight of this fae male looking at me like I was his next target. “You were a bad girl not waiting for your mate to tend to what is his.”
I pouted my lip but pressed the pulsating toy closer to my clit, catching a deep breath in as he stepped into my space and gripped my hair tight in his rough hands. I met his gaze and saw the need in them to dominate and control me, to take my orgasms from me, to make me submit.
“You took too long. I have a schedule to keep, and the moon is almost full.”
He huffed a laugh and reached out to, I assumed, throw the vibrator away from me and choke me on his thick dick that was already dripping precum. I was hungry for him and hoped he would. Instead, he shocked me, as he often did, and kneeled down to press the toy harder into me, causing my breath to catch and moan at the same time.
“If you want to come, you will come for me. We can use whatever toys you want, but your orgasms are for me,mo peata. Don’t forget it.”
With the one hand still on the nape of my neck, he pulled us close together until his lips smashed against mine. His other hand continued its onslaught of attack on my clit until only a few moments later, I came all over the toy and his fingers that kept the movement going long after I finished.
I whimpered in protest, needing something more that he wasn’t giving me.
“What’s wrong, my sweet witchling?” he teased.
The moonlight shone in through the black sheer curtains on the windows to illuminate his sharp canines that not long ago had been ripping his feast to shreds in the woods. My thighs clenched against his hand that was still working me with the toy until I cried out again in another orgasm.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured in my ear before licking up the length of my neck like he had in the park when we first met.
I shivered at the claiming and whimpered again as he finally removed the vibrator from my now aching clit.
“Please,” I gasped as he threw it aside. I looked at the clock on the wall and realized we only had two minutes until the full moon hit. “I need you to make me come again in two minutes.”
He clicked his tongue as he spread my legs wider and ripped the lingerie off me after giving my entire body a thoughtful perusal. I should have known they wouldn’t last. I was naked before him like an offering for my zombie god in a circle of candles and crystals.
“You should know better than to make demands of me,mo peata.”
“Please, sir,” I begged.
It was so easy to let everything go with Patrick. He was so strong and sure of himself that it let me be free to simply exist. I didn’t have to worry about managing him or what he thought of me. He loved me unconditionally, so completely that I could be my most authentic and irrational panicky self without fear of him leaving me.
“Only because you were such a good girl by coming for me twice already. I’ll give you what you need.”
