Page 17 of Hellish Witch

Chapter 6

“Tell me, sweetness, what do you think about when you’re all alone in bed at night?” a familiar voice purred with an indulgent lilt.

I blinked sleepily, looking around for the source. The room sat empty apart from a king-size bed and painted furniture, messily laden with clay pots of various beauty products. A single candle flickered on the dresser, battling the shadows. Smoke drifted through the air, darkening the space and bringing the rich floral scent of haze.

The air had a dreamlike quality, softening reality like I’d smoked the drug for hours even though I’d never touched the stuff.

Music pulsed from somewhere beyond the bedroom.

I must still be at the house party. Judging by the confusion swimming through my mind, I really had drunk too much brew.

This was the room where I’d stumbled upon Zahara and Killian, but something about it looked different. I just couldn’t figure out what.

As if my thoughts summoned the wicked incubus, Killian’s voice came again. “Is it fluffy kittens and rainbows?” The edge of mocking in his voice skated over my skin, sinfully caressing me like the tease of claws. “Or…do you find something darker to play with?”

I turned again, this time finding him sprawled in the ornate chair at the end of the bed, just like before I’d collapsed, a smirk toying with his lips.

I could have sworn it was empty a second ago. Doubt crept in on silent paws, clawing at my sense of reality.

Killian’s chest was still bare, exposing slate-purple skin and inky tattoos to my hungry gaze. Muscular pecs were unmarred by the cuts that should have been there. Defined abs carved a trim waist, leading my attention down the dips and valleys until I hit leather trousers, wrapping his lower body to hide the rest of him from view.

Enormous snowy wings spread from his back, the feathered tips spanning wide enough to block the king-size bed I knew was behind him. The tall arches jutted gracefully above his broad shoulders, adding to the overwhelming presence that was Killian.

The sight of one of my brother’s enforcer’s shouldn’t set my pulse fluttering, but it was as if the sexy bastard called to me so strongly even the blood in my veins responded.

I guessed that was what I got for having a crush on an incubus.

He rose from his makeshift throne, all fluid grace and power. His wings flared under my attention, showing off the pure beauty of each pearly feather, impossibly bright in the candlelit room. He tucked them tight with barely a rustle, swallowed by the dull thud of music, too distant to be real.

Killian stalked me, circling me like I was prey. I widened my stance, standing my ground as I tracked him through the smoke.

I was prey that wanted to be caught. I wanted him to pounce on me and take me to the floor. I wanted his hands pinning me down with the threat of claws. His mouth on me. His fangs in my skin. His venom taking me to new heights.

I swallowed thickly, letting the drugging flavour of haze sweep away my worries before they could surface. Another taste coated my tongue, vibrant energy filling me with a burned-caramel flavour that instinct told me belonged to Killian.

This was a dream.

If the blurred quality and odd details hadn’t clued me in, the apparent taste of Killian’s desire did.

In real life, he treated me like a child. He called me “kid.”

I’d only ever tasted his energy once, when he’d rescued me from the hunter compound, and even then I wasn’t sure what had really happened, except he’d somehow given me the strength I needed to heal my critical injuries along with Rex’s.

Killian would bury a body for me, but he’d never look at me with all the hunger of a starved dragon. He’d never stalk me through a darkened bedroom, radiating lust and bad intentions.

Dream-Killian stepped in close, towering over me. His wings curved around me, soft feathers stroking my exposed back through the low cut of my silky dress as he trapped me in a luxurious cage.

He tipped my chin up with a single claw. Moonlight kissed stormy waves in his eyes, a siren’s song luring me into his depths.

His presence wrapped around me, overwhelming everything.

Without words, he leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of my lips. Just missing where I craved.

Feather-light kisses trailed along my jaw until his warm breath grazed the shell of my ear.

“Sweetness… You have no idea how long I’ve craved this.”

I licked my lips, struggling to catch my breath as he whispered words I’d longed to hear.

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