Page 71 of Resurrecting the Witch
Instead, my body would deteriorate and back to the veil I went.
I found that out the hard way back in Ireland. The Ó Sullivan coven had to explain what was happening to me before I died all over again.
So, brains were necessary.
“How does this work exactly, again?” Cliona asked, keeping pace with me in the frigid woods.
She insisted on coming with me, despite my demands that she stay home and far away from me on the full moon. It was early December, and snow had already appeared once or twice, even if it hadn’t stayed around for days in a row yet.
“I’m going to turn feral, eat some poor animal’s brain—or maybe more than one depending on how big the first was, and then make it to Arch’s cabin to let the aftereffects go away.” I might have protested at first, and I still maintained she should have stayed home, but my sweet, delicious mate was anything but amenable to my requests.
She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me until I was forced to turn toward her. The defiance in her gaze made my cock hard. I stalked toward her before I could think better of it.
“You are perfection,mo peata.”
“I know.” She smiled, parting those dark-gray-painted lips in a way that promised she’d be doing something else with those lips later. “I’m going to head to the cabin to get things ready for you.”
My heart froze. “Oh?” The relief I felt in my bones at the idea of her not witnessing this side of me nearly made me collapse.
“I would like to stay with you.” She paused and looked straight in my eyes so I could see the truth in her words. “But I know you aren’t comfortable with that yet. One day you will be, but for now, I’m going to at least take care of you after so you aren’t all alone.”
My shoulders sagged, and I drew her into a big hug, nearly crushing her with my large arms that always seemed to feel stronger at the full moon. I pulled my head back and put my finger to lift her chin enough to look back into her green eyes. They blazed with need, and I couldn’t wait to show her how much she meant to me later.
“You better be ready for me,mo peata. I won’t be gentle tonight.”
She giggled, my sweet mate actually giggled, at the thought. “I’m counting on it,sir.”
Feck me.
Maybe I didn’t need brains tonight after all? Maybe I could just go with her to the cabin and feast on her hot cunt instead?
Yes. This is a great plan.
I made to pick her up and carry her to the cabin only a quarter mile away but felt the familiar pang of an unrelenting hunger in the back of my throat. The days leading up to the full moon had me ravenous for all types of meat, but nothing fully satisfied the need deep in my belly except for cracking open the skull of some poor unsuspecting creature that I’d make sure fed more than just me in return for their sacrifice.
Then, on the full moon, it was remedied with some brains until the twenty-eight-day cycle started all over again.
I put my mate back down on the ground and did my best to ignore the arousal I scented on her. I took a few steps back for good measure.
Her long black hair was down in soft waves, and she was bundled in tight black jeans that showed off her thick hips and thighs, knee-high black leather boots that looked too good it should have been illegal, and a tight black sweater with “Elder Emo” sewed across the front in tiny skulls.
My Gothic queen nearly had me on my knees despite the aching hunger growing worse each second. I bit my lip hard enough that my canine pierced clean through.
“Don’t make me wait long, sir. I can’t tell you I’ll be patient.” She smirked with a look in her eye that said I’d walk in on her fucking herself when I was done with the hunt.
I snapped my teeth in her direction, then took off in a sprint. I would go farther away from the cabin than usual this time just to be safe. I hadn’t craved human brains yet—probably because the Ó Sullivan’s were very clear that once I had a taste, I’d never let animals be enough for me, so I didn’t think I’d go after her.
But I wasn’t willing to risk my entire reason for existing.
So, I ran.
Arch’s cabin was all black, just like the suave vampire intended, I was sure. Most cabins had some cutesy theme ofbearsormushrooms, but Arch’s theme would have beentoo-cool-for-bullshit-themesif I had to guess. It was definitely my vibe, and I would have to ask to borrow it more often for some rituals if he were open to it.
I spent the first hour after I arrived getting the space ready and setting up my candles and other crystals, runes, herbs, and oils for the circle. Patrick didn’t know it, but he’d be helping me with my own version of hunting tonight.
But I was hunting for something else.
Something far more important.
