Page 54 of Witches and Wine
“Dion,” I beckoned.
Dion spun on his heel, tilted his head, and bumped a knuckle under my chin. “Yeah, babe?”
“I’d like to accept our mating bond. And I’d like to do itnow.”
First,I had the absolute pleasure of witnessing her fully succumbing to her magic, and now she took the reins about accepting our bond. I couldn’t have answered fast enough. Plus, the way the moon made her skin glow gave her a newfound radiance she never needed, but fuck if it didn’t make her that much more beautiful.
Without debate, I pulled her to me by her waist. “Say no more,” I gruffly whispered, porting us to my home.
“Your place?” Chelsea asked, scanning the apartment. “I figured you’d have taken us to the forest.”
Kissing the top of her head, I moved to the kitchen, rubbing my hands together. “Figured an oven and stove would be easier than an open fire. Faster, too.”
Chelsea slipped her hands to her hips, the lunar glow still shaping around her like a halo from the night sky. “Why do we need a stove?” After coaxing the weapon from Riley’s mouth, he made himself at home on the couch.
It’d been months since I cooked for myself, but given that I was a regular culinary connoisseur in various stages of my life I hoped it’d come back to me easily. Pots and pans clanked together as I searched for the right ones, resting them on the stovetop. “We need to offer each other food. Feed one another the first bite.”
Chelsea sauntered into the kitchen, pressing her ass against the island counter and watching me. “That’s it? I figured it’d involve reciting something or a blood exchange.”
I paused at that, blanching. “Blood exchange, Chels? Pretty sure we’ve exchanged plenty of other fluids without having to getthatarchaic.”
Chelsea flashed me a sultry grin that had my heart racing. A previous version of her not that long ago would’ve blushed at that comment. She seemed more relaxed now, more comfortable with her surroundings. “I figured that would be involved in some way too.”
“It’s not necessary,” I started, twirling a pan by its handle. “But it’d be a bonus. An insurance policy, if you will.”
“Of course,” Chelsea added, playing along. “We’d need to make sure the bonding acceptance stuck.”
Pointing a finger at her with a wink, I smiled. “Now you’re getting it.”
“I’m a horrible cook, by the way.” Chelsea observed me whisking open the fridge door and selecting various items I’d planned to make a stew.
“I’ll eat just about anything.” With items cradled in one arm, I removed my head from the fridge long enough to pat my rock-hard stomach. “Whatcanyou cook?”
“A Hot Pocket,” she deadpanned, her expression neutral and not the least bit like she was joking.
Shutting the fridge door with my boot, I blinked at her. “Like, in the microwave?”
“Mmhm,” she answered, raising her auburn brows at me in a challenge.
“Shit. I don’t have any Hot Pockets.”
Chelsea chuckled and slid past me, hovering her hand over an empty spot on the counter. “I have an idea.” With her middle finger, she drew a circle, swirling and swirling until her bright white magic trickled over the marble. When she pulled her hand away, a plate with a T-bone steak big enough to have come from a dinosaur rested there, along with a heaping pile of mashed potatoes.
The smell alone made my stomach rumble and drool collect at the corners of my mouth. “That’s cheating.”
“What can I say?” Chelsea pressed her forearms to the counter, bending over with her ass perked toward me. “I’m impatient.”
Images of taking her from behind in my own damn kitchen flew rampant through my mind, my dick hardening in my jeans. I tossed the pan to the stove, not caring where it landed. “Fuck it.” Using my magic with a simple snap of my fingers, I made a steaming bowl of stew appear next to the plate.
“Nowyou’regetting it,” Chelsea repeated my words back to me.
Cupping her ass, I moved my hand up the length of her spine and gripped her shoulder, pulling her face toward mine and peppering kisses along her neck. “You’re insatiable, and I fucking dig it.”
“Now,” Chelsea cooed, raising the plate between us. “Eat up.”
My cock was like granite now, and the ache in my balls had me grimacing. “No fork? You want me to eat it with my hands?”
Chelsea tilted her head to one side and dragged a finger over the curve of one horn. “I quite like your beast.”
