Page 22 of Witches and Wine
I had no intentions of beating around the bush during my trek over here and had zero plans to change my mind now. “I’m a witch,” I breathed out.
Dion arched a brow. “A?—”
“A witch, Dion. I’m awitch,” I repeated, that same white magic sparking and sputtering at my fingertips as if it were trying to figure things out as much as I was.
A devilish grin edged Dion’s lips, and he hung one arm on the doorframe above us. “Well,fuck.”
An unfamiliar, welcoming fire coiled in my belly, and it was enough to make me throw all caution to the wind, not to think or rationalize and go with precisely what I wanted.Dionysus. I leaped, wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing my mouth to his. Dion groaned against my lips. He cradled me with one arm secured under my ass while the other whisked the door shut with a loud, satisfyingbam.
Still holding me with that same single, sexy arm, he carried me into the kitchen, our mouths devouring the other, tonguesdancing like it was the twentieth time we’d kissed versus the first. My fingers tangled in his wavy, raven locks, and when he adjusted his grip, my pelvis pressed tighter against the carved abs I could feel beneath his tank. My budding magic sputtered from my hands, making some of Dion’s hair smoke.
Gasping, I peeled away and patted it like embers had formed as if I was that adept with my power yet. “Dion, this just started happening. I have no idea what I’m doing with it or?—”
He silenced me with a soft kiss and sat me on the marble kitchen counter, my feet dangling from the edge. Peeling half my jacket over one shoulder, letting his finger graze my skin, he said, “Then lay it all on me, Red. I can handle it.”
I curled my legs around his waist and pulled him between my thighs, shrugging the jacket off and away. My hands became tools of frantic, denied desires and greedily clawed at Dion’s shirt and pants. A masculine chuckle bubbled from the wine god’s throat, and he snatched my wrists, kissing the inside of one palm and then the other.
Grinning, he pressed his hands on each side of my hips, leaning over me until his lips hovered near my ear. “Is my wicked witchgreedy?”
Hearing him call me that for the first time sent me over the edge, and in answer, I wrapped my hand in his tank top andtoreit away. I’d half expected the smile on his face to fade when he realized I ruined his shirt, but the grin only broadened, those mischievous canines elongating and pressing ever so slightly into his bottom lip. I let out a shuddering breath at the sight of this man, thisgod’storso. I’d only ever seen his chiseled arms and that wrapping black ivy tattoo on his left shoulder and bicep, but to gaze at his chest and thatstomach—I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to mine.
Dion returned the kiss, his beard brushing my chin, reddening it. His hands slid up my ribs and under my camisole,and he paused, kissing me only long enough to whisk it over my head. He gripped my hair in one palm while the other dove for my breast, kneading it and tweaking the nipple.
“Lay back,” Dion commanded, stepping away to undo his belt, capturing me with his gaze, enticing me to watch him.
Leaning back on my elbows, I chewed on my thumbnail as he slid the pants down, taking the briefs underneath with them to reveal his thickness—hard and ready. My wildest imagination couldn’t have conjured any of this. He prowled forward, tracing his hardened palms up my thighs, a low growl emanating from his chest as he ogled his prize. Small claws formed in place of his nails, and I shuddered at the sensation of them scraping my skin without any threat of puncturing. It made me all the more curious about the beastly side of Dion he’d spoken of briefly.
His fingers curled into my shorts, and he slid them down my legs, tossing them aside and immediately spreading my knees apart. Dion’s growling intensified as he took me in, staring at what lay between my thighs. He pulled me to the edge of the counter by the backs of my knees and sunk a finger inside me without preamble, and my back arched, a low shrill pushing from my lungs.
“Shit, Red. You’re already so wet for me,” Dion said, his voice extra husky.
Panting, I reached for his arm, sinking my nails into it once I’d found it. “Dion, I need you inside me right now like I need oxygen tobreathe.”
I wasn’t kidding. Whether it’d been my continued denial of what I wanted or this new revelation of my true self and power, the ache in my core was driving me mad.
“Well, then. That’s all you had to say,” Dion snarled before positioning himself at my entrance and slowly pushing in until our hips met.
“Oh, fucking gods,” I cried out, grabbing Dion’s shoulders for purchase.
He drove into me like a bear with his mate, and the sensation of it, the ferocity of it, had me unintentionally backpedaling on the counter. Dion wouldn’t let me get away, though. He kept tugging me toward him with every thrust. My arms flailed behind me, knocking over several opened, half-full wine bottles, splashing their contents onto the marble, the floor, and myskin.
A devious glint formed in Dion’s eyes, and he paused, grabbed another bottle, and poured some over my chest. He bent to my breasts, sucking and licking away the wine while continuing to pump in and out of me.
“Open your mouth,” Dion beckoned softly and when I did, he poured some of the wine past my lips. I’d recognized the taste from last night—ambrosia wine. The tingling sensation hit my spine instantaneously, and his movements inside me became tenfold. I clenched around him, back arching again.
“Come for me, Chels,” he asked, lapping up some more of the wine that collected in the dip between my collarbones.
Dion’s filthy words were enough to send me straight to oblivion, and I cried out, my knees pressing against his ribs as I shivered blissfully through my release. My power surged through my veins, releasing from my fingertips and palms as swirly white wisps that made the surrounding lights flicker and the glasses in the cabinets clang together. His hips slowed, moving in languid strokes, his head lowering to my lips, wine dribbling from his mouth into mine. I swallowed it as his tongue dove inside.
Grabbing the tops of my thighs, Dion bucked and thrust harder now, faster, until he stilled, his grip tightening on my legs, those claws puckering against my skin. He let out the sexiest, most satisfied masculine groan as he came undone inside me, giving one final pump before collapsing over me.His forearms caged my head, and he smiled down at me, gaze marveling at the wine stains glistening on my skin.
“I can’t say I’ve ever done anything like that before.” I covered my eyes with a hand, biting back an embarrassed smile.
Dion wasn’t having it and peeled my fingers away, holding my palm hostage against his. “Done what exactly? Fuck a god as a witch, or be that impulsive?”
“When you put it that way, both, I guess.”
Dion snickered and traced infinity symbols through the wine still glazing my stomach. “This is only the beginning, Red.”
