Page 55 of Witches and Wine
Growling, I snatched the steak from its plate and tore a hunk with my canines. Chelsea nibbled on her lip as she watchedme devour half of the delicious meat cooked to perfection—nearly raw. She’d left no stone unturned. She scooped some of the potatoes with two fingers and held them to my mouth. Our gazes remained fixed on each other as I took her fingers into my mouth to the knuckle, swirling my tongue around them to lick the potatoes clean.
Snatching the bowl, I held it out to her, my impatience growing, yearning to feel that connection to her—the mating bond. She parted her lips, waiting for me to bring the bowl to her mouth, and once I tilted it, she sipped. The sensation was damn near instantaneous. Static wrenched my spine with such ferocity that I had to slam the bowl back to the counter or risk dropping it.
Chelsea grimaced, a small whimper escaping her throat, and she stumbled backward, both hands flying to her head. I snapped my hand to the falling plate, catching it and resting it on the counter. The overwhelming surges had come in waves but began to fade until Chelsea hunched over in what looked like pain, and my stomach clenched, a hissing burn dragging against my skin. That wasn’t my pain—it wasChelsea’s.
Rage catapulted through me, now realizing my mate was in pain. I couldn’t rightly stand it. I wanted it to stop. Reaching for her, I clutched Chelsea’s shoulders, rubbing them and pulling her to my chest, grounding her the way I had before. This time was different. This time, she was mine, and I was hers, and the soothing calmness only I could offer her melted over her the moment Chelsea’s cheek touched my chest.
“I figured it would tickle, but I didn’t expect it to hurt like a right son of a bitch,” Chelsea said, her voice muffled from her face buried between my pecs.
If someone asked me to describe how a mating bond felt, I wouldn’t be able to depict it in speech alone properly. Her breath had become my breath, her worry was my worry, and herdesires were mine to fulfill without her uttering a word. The pain subsided, and I lifted her chin to meet my gaze, searching her eyes—they were still the same emerald green, but now the outer rim of her iris bore crescent moons.
Chelsea’s fingers explored my ass and back. “Do you think we should talk to the sheriff? Warn him about Rumpel?”
Nodding, I slid my hand up Chelsea’s spine beneath her shirt. “But there’s no reason to go tonight. Herb forages at night.”
Chelsea paused and eyed me curiously.
“Porcupines are nocturnal,” I answered, subtly walking backward toward my bedroom with my mate wrapped in my arms.
Chelsea shrugged as if this information were now commonplace. It drove me wild that mymatewas in the Cove. That fate brought us together in the craziest of fucking ways, especially when I had never thought or imagined the universe would ever put me in someone’s path, let alone the gem that Chelsea was.
“Tomorrow morning, then?” Chelsea smiled, her palm splaying between my shoulders, that moon magic encircling my torso and making my clothes disintegrate.
Digging my claws into Chelsea’s shirt and pants, gathering them in a bunch, I tore them away using a combination of my magic and the beast. “Tomorrow.”
Chelsea grinned and backpedaled until she reached my king-size bed covered in black and red wine silk sheets and pillows. She slid her ass across it, crooking her finger at me, beckoning me, and ever so slowly parting her knees to show me my bonding present.
Sinking to my hands and knees, I crawled over to her, slipping between her thighs, my cock sliding over her wetness. In one swift movement that caught me for a godsdamned whirl, Chelsea wrapped her hand around the back of my neck andflipped us. She sat on top of me, grinding her clit against my shaft, shivering when it hit the ridge.
Smiling at her, I moved one hand behind my head, using the other to roam her porcelain curves. “Fuck me, Red.”
She scraped her nails down my chest, her ivory magic gliding over my skin, our new bond making the sensation fucking tantalizing. I groaned and bucked my hips, enticing a wicked grin to crest Chelsea’s lips. She reached between her legs and positioned me at her entrance before slowly lowering herself, purposely letting inch by inch of me fill her. I grabbed her hip, gritting my teeth and shoving the back of my head into the pillows. She hadn’t started to move yet, and it was easily the most pleasurable thing I’d felt in my ethereal life.
Fucking had always been about carnal pleasure for me—an itch to scratch. It hadn’t ever meant anything beyond physical satiation. With Chelsea, it satisfied an entirely different side of me. Icherishedthe woman writhing on top of me. The universe be damned for anyone who’d try to harm her.
When her hips met mine, she began to rock, rolling herself up, down, forward, and back, clenching herself around my cock, damn near strangling it. The moon peeked through the shimmering, opaque black curtains hanging over my front bay window and blessed her with its glow. Chelsea gyrated and bucked, my hand kneading one breast and tweaking the nipple whileherhand massaged the other. Her hands moved to her fiery tendrils, bunching them in disarray atop her head.
One look at her, and it was a fucking mystery how she wasn’t a goddess in her own right. I’d been with so many beings through the ages that it gave me a strange sense of guilt that none of them were her. Damn. Was this what it felt like tofall? To step off the ledge, unafraid, knowing the other person will catch you?
The tingle began to form at the base of my spine, and I grabbed her, willing her to hold still for a moment to gather myself, but she refused. Chelsea swatted my hand away and leaned over me, her breasts brushing my chest.
“Not every time we fuck does it have to be a marathon, Dion. Even for you,” she whispered, still rubbing herself expertly against me. “So come with me, frenzy god.”
My beast snarled in approval of my mate’s courage to take control. I playfully nipped the air in front of her face. “My wicked. Little. Witch.” Taking one of her hands, I placed it on a horn and moaned as my climax built, my balls tightening to the point of blissful agony.
With her silky hand stroking my horn and after several more rolls of her hips, her back arched,screamingas she came. Grunting, I spilled inside her a breath later, my beast roaring, arms and legs stiffening, and her grip tightening on my horn, intensifying it, had megrowling.
Sheening with sweat and her flowered scent permeating the air between us, Chelsea fell in a boneless heap beside me, a tired smile gracing her lips. “You look like you have something on your mind, Dion.”
Tracing her jawline from one end to the other, I propped my head in my hand. “I just realized that you haven’t smoked since the day I first ran into you in the Cove.”
“You’re right.” Chelsea’s eyes fluttered as realization dawned on her. “I haven’t had the urge.” Her gaze grew sultry and hooded. “Guess I simply needed a better distraction.”
I cupped her chin with one hand, minding my claws, and kissed her.
“You’remine, Dionysus,” she whispered, the satiation melting over her features bringing me a sense of accomplishment—a deed that’d make me sleep better for it.
Hitching one leg over her, I used it to pull her closer, stroking my thumb over her flushed cheek. “I’m yours, mate. Allyours.”
