Page 23 of Witches and Wine
It hadn’t occurred to me in the heat of the moment, but something he’d done made me freeze, and I propped on an elbow, gazing down at him still resting inside me. “That is uh—that isn’t going to be a potential problem, is it?”
Dion let his head droop before kissing my clammy forehead. “Oh, Chelsea. I wouldn’t have done it otherwise. The Fates have to bless such a thing directly, and they haven’t even so much as glanced in my direction since I was a tadpole in my dad’s ball sack.”
Grimacing at that, I let my finger roam his ivy tattoo. “Was that not a clause thatappliedto your dad? To Zeus?”
“Fate designed his actions. Most of us wouldn’t exist, wouldn’t be living out our destinies if it weren’t for it, but there’s a lot to unpack there.” Dion pressed a chaste kiss to my lips and slowly pulled out of me, pressing a hand to my lower back to help me sit up. “My family is—complicated.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, sliding from the counter and rubbing my arms. “Apparently, so is mine.” Frowning at the thought, I moved for the expansive windows overlooking Arcane Cove. Most of it consisted of thick forests with towering canopies, but at night, the town’s center would blaze with street lamps and neon lighting, and the moon would glow brightly over it all.
“I’m sure she had her reasons for not telling you,” Dion said from behind me, his brawny arms like a security blanket wrapping around my waist from behind. “Do you often let a whole town see you naked, or is this something new too?”
Gasping, realizing I was standing in front of a wall of windows without a singular article of clothing on, I went to cover myself with my arms, but Dion held me steadfast. “What? The idea of other people seeing me naked doesn’t make you jealous?”
“No,” he responded gruffly, his nose grazing my jaw. “Because at the end of the day,Iam the one inside you.”
My core swooped, wetness forming between my thighs again. “Is this going to change things between us, Dion?”
“Yes.”
Frowning, I whipped around to face him, searching his expression for an answer to his abruptness. “Why?”
“When, since the dawn of creation, did sex not change something between beings? Between animals, even?” Dion lifted the pentagram pendant on my necklace and held it in his palm for a beat. “You always go straight to the negative. Change isn’t always so.”
He was right. Discovering my new magical self was helping me figure out my human side as much as the new one.
“Oh, my—Dion, yourfloor,” I exclaimed, pointing at the red wine stains on his hardwood floors and white carpet.
“Ain’t no thing, sweetheart.” Without turning around, Dion snapped his fingers, and the mess was gone as if it never existed. Several filled and corked wine bottles rested on the counter in place of the ones I’d spilled.
Lifting my hand, I snapped my fingers, trying to turn off the lights, or levitate something, or virtually doanything. No white magic flowed from my fingertips like it had before, not even pathetic sputters. “I don’t understand it. It was glitchy at best, but I can’t get it to do it again. How am I supposed to be a witchif I can’t even turn off a damn light on command? How do I—” There went the panic again.
Dion yanked me to him and pressed his chest to the side of my head. “I don’t know a lot about witches, but I do know their powers can manifest in times of trauma or intense emotion. In your case, that was the discovery and—” An animalistic snarl vibrated in his chest. “—what we just did in my kitchen.”
“It just happened, though. I couldn’t do it on purpose if I tried.”
Dion grabbed my shoulders and coaxed me back. “Come to the club tonight.”
“You mean the one you’ve owned this entire time and never bothered to tell me?” I folded my arms and raised a brow.
“Don’t give me that. I had no idea you were a witch and all walks of magical life come into that place. It would’ve beena lotto take in for you.”
“I suppose you’re right.” I fought the compulsion to roll my eyes and instead cast my gaze to my bare feet, wiggling my toes.
“Come to the club, dress in something saucy, and I guarantee you I’ll show you the night of your life, Chels. Maybe it’ll spark something.”
The thought of dancing with him surrounded by other celestial beings tugged an excited smile to my lips. “Alright. And don’t think I haven’t forgotten that you still owe me several more client introductions.” I pointed a finger in his face.
Playfully, he nipped at it, those sharper canines still pronounced. “There’s hardball Stewart. And I’m still good for it.” Dion crossed the room, his gorgeous muscular bronzed ass flexing as he picked up my jacket. “I’ll port you home.”
“Home?” My voice came out as a disappointed squeak.
Dion curled the jacket around my shoulders, rubbing them through the fabric. “Miss me already?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, swatting him, but honestly, yes.
“I have to go do mundane club ownership shit, and you should rest with your ferret curled against your side.” Dion cupped my chin. “And then we’ll haveallnight, Red.”
“Riley? Curl up with Riley? He’s connected to me somehow, isn’t he?”
