Page 60 of Oohs, Ahhhs, and Orbs

His groan was immediate, and he stopped pulling on me and instead dug his fingers through my hair, tangling the strands in his fists. “Fuck.Fuck. Don’t fucking stop,” he rasped out.

I had no intention of stopping. Not until he was passed out from pleasure overload. I let my mouth cool to an almost freezing temperature and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, taking him as far back into my throat as I could. I’d been practicing for days, trying to train myself to relax my throat and jaw. It was a hell of a lot harder than it had been when I’d practiced on the banana, but I had definitely made progress since the last time I had tried.

“Holy fuck, Bridgette,” he gasped as the cold suddenly changed, shifting into warmth, then an intense heat. I swallowed and glided my tongue over the thick, pulsing vein that ran down his shaft. I pulled back, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock, then dipped in to taste the precome he was leaking for me.

Humming at his flavor, I glanced up to see him watching me intensely with hooded eyes, his gray eyes as dark and stormy as the expression on his face as he watched. I knew he was going to attempt to make another grab for me so I sent electricity through my fingers to wrap around his cock and smiled when his head dropped back and his hips bucked.

Over and over, I did my best to drive him insane with pleasure. I switched from hot to cold, back and forth, until he was panting as if he’d just run ten miles. I knew I had tortured him enough and finally swallowed him down to the back of my throat, and hummed.

Logan shouted at the ceiling as he exploded in my mouth. I figured I likely lost several strands of hair as his fists gripped my head, but he was practically comatose by the time I’d swallowedevery last drop. I let his still half-hard shaft go and shook my head at how he could still have even that much left in him.

I grinned as he muttered something unintelligible under his breath and waited until his breathing leveled out. Glancing at the time, I saw I only had an hour until the entity arrived and sighed. I slowly climbed to my feet and looked down at the mate I never wanted but now knew I could never live without. He had so quickly come to mean everything to me, and I vowed to protect him until the day I died.

I pulled the blankets over him and bent down to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Sleep well, love. Everything will be better in the morning.”

I walked into the closet and quickly changed into a pair of yoga pants and an oversized T-shirt. I didn’t bother with shoes, but I gathered my hair and tied the mass with a hair tie. I quietly closed the bedroom door and padded over to the window by Samantha’s bed in the living room. I stared out at the large full moon that lit up the night sky.

“Come and get me, bitch,” I whispered fiercely. I turned back to look around the small room. If the murderer followed the same routine as the other murders, it would be right in that very room that they would appear.

Then I sat down to wait.

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Glass breaking in the shop downstairs startled me awake. I sat there blinking as I looked around the living space. Confusion clouded my brain for a long moment as I struggled to shake off what felt like a magically induced haze. My gaze settled on the time, and my brows drew together. It was already five minutes after midnight. Why hadn’t the killer arrived yet?

Another crash had me jumping to my feet to race down the stairs to see what the commotion was. Samantha let out a bark, reminding me that she was there. I stopped as she pressed against my legs.

“What should we do?”she asked eagerly.

I ran my fingers over her silky fur. “I need you to stay here,” I said urgently. I had a good idea that the killer was down there, and didn’t want to take any chances that Samantha could get hurt. My heart ached in my chest as a part of me knew that Logan was down there and in grave danger. “Please stay up here where it’s safe. I promise everything will be okay.” She didn’t look happy about it, but I could tell she was scared and trying valiantly to hide it. “Good girl,” I praised, and scratched behind her ears before heading downstairs.

My steps were silent against the wood as I listened closely to every sound.

There wasn’t much to hear. Mortimer was doing the kind of growling cats did when they were angry and ready to fight. I had never heard him sound so fierce before. He usually made that sound when he was playing with a stuffed mouse, pretending to hunt and pounce on it. Now, though, that sound wasn’t even remotely playful.

I noticed a breeze wafting up the stairs that grew stronger the closer I got to the bottom until my hair rose and began whipping around as if I were walking into a windstorm. There was also a crackling of electricity that lifted the hairs on my arms. Someone was using a great deal of magic in my shop.

I took a brief moment to close my eyes and breathe deeply, letting the breaths out slowly to center myself and focus on the pool of magic that was gathered inside me. It was there, waiting, shivering with excitement, knowing it was about to be used. My magic was different from the other witches. Where theyhad affinities in various things like plants and animals or even elements, my magic was a violent storm.

I’d had to learn how to control it and contain it deep within me at a very early age. I had destroyed more than one room as a toddler when upset. When other toddlers threw temper tantrums, they screamed or threw a toy. When I threw a temper tantrum, I shattered windows and threw furniture. If it wasn’t for my grandmother’s more defensive skills, she and my mother could have been seriously injured.

Learning to control the intense, violent nature of my magic hadn’t been easy. It took years, but by the time I was a teenager, I had learned to become one with it. It no longer controlled me. I controlled it. Together, we worked as a united team and an unstoppable force. For my own safety, no one but my immediate family knew the kind of power I had. If the magic council knew, it was possible I could be deemed a threat to the public or as a potential exposure of our kind. It was safer to keep it a secret than to take the risk of imprisonment for what they would surely declare was for my own good.

With what would equal a sigh of contentment in a human, my magic drew closer to the surface, ready to do my bidding. I opened my eyes, then took the final steps into the shop, finally prepared to face whatever was inside.

At first glance, I saw nothing. Well, nothing other than items whipping through the air as if they had been pulled into a tornado. I couldn’t help the anger that bubbled inside that my merchandise was being destroyed. I looked back and forth, trying to see what was responsible, until my gaze landed on the figure pinned against the window.

“Logan,” I whispered, my heart aching, while simultaneously, rage filled me. He was stuck, unable to move. There were several small cuts where it looked like some of the objects had hit him as they went flying by. Other than the minorcuts, he looked fine. Angry and ready to rip someone to shreds, but otherwise healthy. That was good. I let go of some of the rage I felt, knowing I would need to keep a clear head to face whatever was causing the chaos around me.

Another growl from Mortimer had me glancing in his direction. He was sitting high on one of the shelves. I would normally have chastised him for being up there, but now he was hunched down against the wind, occasionally batting away an object that flew too close to his small body. I winced. It had to hurt. Things were flying quickly, and when they hit a shelf, it made a loud bang before falling to the floor.

I glanced back at Logan to see his eyes on me. He didn’t look happy to see me, but I could also see the worry he felt for me in his gaze. He would soon learn that when it came to the magical world, he would never have to fear.

I lifted my chin, telling him he would just have to get over it. His eyes narrowed but then widened as they shot to something behind me. With one more deep breath to ready myself, I turned slowly, knowing that I was about to face the one responsible. Whoever the witch killer was needed to be ended. And quickly before they destroyed my whole damn shop.

As soon as I saw the figure floating in front of me, I couldn’t help my shocked reaction.

“You!”

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