Page 49 of Hellish Witch

Roughness scraped at my back through a thin material as I tried to wriggle out of my restraints. A silken fabric draped my body, cinching in at my waist like a dress.

I’d been blindfolded and bound.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to figure out what was going on, but the instinctual panic I’d have expected was missing.

Something soothed my nerves, cocooning me in a detached sense of safety I had no right to feel.

Why? Had I been drugged?

I twisted my hand, grazing the surface I lay on. Cool, rough grooves met my fingertips—the bark of a tree, but I was at the wrong angle for it to be upright.

The melodious hum of firebugs seeped in.

I was still in the forest. It must still be night-time.

But why was I trussed to a fallen tree like some sacrificial offering?

“Sweetness,” the familiar voice purred again, right by my ear.

I jolted in my restraints. “Kill?”

Sharp points traced down my neck, causing me to shudder. My nipples peaked against the soft fabric, teasing me with each sharp inhale.

“You summoned, my witch?” His rich voice washed over me.

My fangs found my lower lip as his meaning sank in.

I was dreaming and had somehow drawn him here. Just like before.

Warmth that had nothing to do with the fire bathed my cheeks.

After the evening’s surprise revelations, the furry duo had returned, giving me an excuse to hurry off to feign sleep on myflimsy bedroll, trusting they’d keep watch. Clearly, I’d actually fallen into sleep’s clutches, and the psychotic incubus had followed me into them.

“You can go,” I rasped, moistening my dry lips and feigning casual, like I wasn’t strapped to a tree. “We don’t need a repeat of last time.”

Wood creaked on either side of my head. Something brushed my hair, sharpness faintly scraping my temples. Warmth hovered over my front.

“Don’t we?” His words whispered against my lips with the faintest tease of air. “And what would you know about what I need?”

Darkness wrapped around me like feathered wings.

The lack of sight heightened every feeling, yet nothing felt quite real, because I couldn’t see the incubus above me.

Like maybe this could just be a dream after all.

“Maybe Ineedto feed you. Maybe Ineedyour taste on my tongue again. Your screams echoing oh so prettily in my ears.”

Warm and damp, his forked tongue flicked over my lips in the barest trace.

My breathing roughened until my chest grazed him with every harsh inhale, taunting the stiff peaks of my nipples through the material separating us.

Something silken traced up my calf, running along the inside of my leg. I shivered at the feel of his tail on me. Already knowing if he inched higher, he’d find out just how much I wanted him.

“Tell me what you need, sweetness.” His voice dropped to that husky, low octave that had me craving him even more. “You wouldn’t have summoned me here with you laid out like a beautiful offering if there wasn’t something you wanted.”

The smoky caramel scent of his was drugging. I knew he was just above me, taunting and teasing, but there was nothing I could do to reach for him. Or stop him.

My fang found my lower lip again.

---