Page 24 of Oohs, Ahhhs, and Orbs

“Careful!” Bridgette scolded me as she walked past me and ran a hand over the door frame. “You’ll scare Frank.”

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Taking a deep breath, I counted to three before giving in and turning to my new mate. “Explain.”

“First, put your gun away. There’s no danger here, or I would have sensed it. I don’t know why the wards woke me up, but whatever it was, it’s over.”

With a frustrated growl, I lowered my pistol to my side. I wasn’t going to shove it into my jeans. That was a good way to shoot your cock off. I liked my cock. “Little witch…”

“Okay, okay. Keep your pants on.” She looked down at my jeans that were barely hanging on with just the zipper up and unbuttoned. She licked her lips. “Or maybe don’t?” She looked back up at me with a half smile and a hopeful gleam in her eyes. My cock twitched behind my zipper. Nope.

“Focus. What’s going on here, Bridgette? Your shop comes alive at night? Is this like that toy movie where when the humans leave the room they talk and shit?”

She laughed, then turned to face the majority of the shop. “Kinda in a way. Isn’t it amazing?”

I grunted. It actually was, but I still needed answers. “Okay, but how?”

“Well,” she began as she walked through, moving figurines back to their places on the shelves and occasionally wiping glitter off random items. “I’m a witch who owns a witchy shop. A little spark of my magic is imbued in most of the stuff you see. Since I believe in magic, it allows them to move, dance, play…get into mischief.” She turned to face the large glass window with the store’s name and logo painted on it. “No one can see it from the outside. Not unless they are magic users too. A demon might be able to see, if they are a magic wielding demon. But vampires can’t. At least, I don’t think so. I haven’t seen many vampires to ask them.”

“Wait,” I shook my head, then decided that talking about vampires and demons could wait for another time. “What happens when they are bought by someone? Do they move around the house when their new owner is sleeping?” My mind whirled at the possibilities.

Bridgette frowned, and her eyes turned sad. “No. Once they leave, my magic is withdrawn, and they become nothing but plaster and resin again. Unless someone with magic can imbue them, they are just objects. They aren’t reallyaliveright now. I don’t know how to explain it, other than to say they are animated.”

“Fascinating,” I murmured as I looked around and caught a black skull grinning at me. “If you wanted to leave a spark of your magic inside, could you?”

She nodded with a small smile. “I could. But that would be irresponsible. Who knows what would happen? Though I have been telling my friend Shayla that she should take Mildred home with her.” She pointed at the black skull that clattered her teeth together in what I could only guess was its version of laughter. “They have a love/hate relationship.”

Together, we walked back toward the counter where the cat was once again meowing loudly and pacing back and forth, his tail twitching in agitation. Bridgette shook her head and walked past him instead of trying to place him back onto his tower.

“Honestly, I have no idea what has gotten into him lately. I wish Grandmother were here so she could ask him what’s up.”She flicked the switch, and the shop lights turned off, leaving only a few accent lights still softly glowing.

“Your grandmother can talk to cats?” After finding out about dancing fairies and hoarding dragons, I didn’t know why a lady who could talk to cats was the hardest to believe.

Bridgette laughed as we started walking back up the stairs. “Not all cats. Though that would be interesting, I’d think. And exhausting. No, Mortimer is her familiar, so they can communicate telepathically.”

“You don’t have a familiar?” She shook her head.

“No. I haven’t found mine yet. When a witch finds their familiar, they form a bond. Almost like a mate bond, I guess. The witch will give the familiar a spark of her magic, and in return, the familiar lives as long as the witch does. Their bond is unbreakable, and the loyalty to each other is truly remarkable.”

“Why didn’t your grandmother take her cat with her?”

“She wanted to. She even found a few cruises that would allow animals. But in the end, she couldn’t do that to Mortimer. Leaving him locked in a tiny cabin for months would have been torture for him.”

Bridgette took her robe off, leaving her in nothing but her lacy bra and freckles. I could see a few slight bruises on her skin where I’d been a little rough with her, and between her thighs was red where my stubble had irritated her skin. My dick grew instantly, knowing that I had claimed her by loving her body so thoroughly. I wanted to do it again and find all the places I’d missed. Starting with her breasts.

I tugged off my jeans and gave myself a long stroke with my fist. “Come here,” I growled before grabbing her hand and pulling her into me. As soon as her body crashed into mine, I lifted her by her thighs and grunted my approval when she immediately wrapped those strong legs around my waist.

I took her mouth with a hungry kiss and walked over to the bed, where I leaned over until her back was against the mattress. I reached under her back and unsnapped her bra before tugging it off her arms and tossing it away. “Finally,” I breathed and leaned back far enough that I could get a good view of her rosy tipped nipples. Without hesitation, I swooped down and took one breast in my mouth, sucking long and hard, careful not to hurt her, but showing her how good it could feel.

I felt my leaking cock at the entrance of her cunt, feeling how drenched she was as she let out gasps of pleasure. I switched to her other breast, not wanting to leave it lonely. I thrust against her wetness and groaned at how good it felt, and remembered at that moment that I didn’t have any more condoms with me.

“Fuck. I want inside you so bad it hurts.”

Her voice was raspy when she spoke. “Do it. I want you, too.”

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on her chest while taking deep, calming breaths. “I only brought one condom.” I couldn’t stop myself from giving another small thrust, feeling my aching cock slide through her folds.

“Maybe you could pull out?” She suggested a groan.

I’d never taken chances before. Not with anyone, but as I felt the heat of her cunt against my cock and opened my eyes to see the nipples I’d just sucked, darkened to an even redder shade of pink, I gave up.

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