Page 62 of Witches and Wine
She squirmed against my touch, her shoulders shrugging, and more mumbling followed.
“How do you apologize when you can’t speak, you might ask?” I brought her face closer to mine. “Write it, type it, spell it out with fucking Cheerios for all I care, but I won’t budge until you’ve turned a new leaf. Do you understand me?”
She emphatically nodded and rushed past me, hiding her face from customers who stared at her. My magic swelled in my chest, the white tendrils spiraling around me as if in approval of what I’d just done.
Dion, too, showed appreciation in the heat that still danced in his gaze like an unruly flame. He leaped over the bar, moving in front of me, his hands finding my hips. “That was—” Pausing, he massaged my waist and pulled me closer. “Chelsea, let me claim you.” His nose grazed my neck, his canines scraping against the skin there. “No one would dare try something like that again when they could smell your power on me.”
Claim him. You’ll know what to do when the time comes.
Nuzzling Dion’s neck with my forehead, I moved my lips to his ear, gently nipping the lobe. “Take us to your sanctuary, Dion,” I whispered, digging my nails into the taut muscle in his arms.
A bubbling growl vibrated in his chest, deeper than I’d ever heard it. The sound, with all its underlying meaning and promise, had my heart racing. Dion didn’t bother walking us to the VIP door. He wrapped me in his burly embrace and ported us straight there, waving his hand behind him to make daylight disappear. The sky melted into black velvet sprinkled with glowing white dust, and a full moon appeared—bright and resplendent. The illumination charged my power, the magic striking every neuron before it floated from my skin.
We’d accepted our mating bond. Now it was time to claim each other’sbeasts.
Dion’s hornsgrew more pronounced, his jawline more angular, his claws thicker, and the amber in his eyes became reflective from the moon’s glow. I smiled at how handsome he always has been, butthisform stood out as him at his most primal. Stepping toward him, I used my magic to dematerialize my clothes, flittering them away as stardust.
I pressed a hand to Dion’s cheek, grinning resplendently at him, his chest heaving as if he was holding back something. “My mate,” I cooed, emphasizing the word I knew his beast yearned to hear repeated over and over for eternity.
That otherworldly growl vibrated in his throat again, and Dion pressed his forehead to mine. “Chelsea, I don’t want to hurt you.”
The words came out pinched as if he was vulnerable to admitting it. I raised on the balls of my feet and traced my finger over the same horn that damn succubus had the nerve to touch, wiping all essence of her away so there was only my scent left onhim. “You won’t,” I whispered. “Your beast wants to claim me, Dion. To fuck me. Hurting and killing are reserved for those who do uswrong.”
Crimson flashed in Dion’s gaze before he pointed behind me. “Thenrun.”
Blinking because his reply took me by absolute surprise, I backpedaled with an uneasy hand pressed to my chest. “What?” I breathed out.
The claws on Dion’s feet scraped the ground. “I am to chase you to claim you. So, run,mágissa.”
My magic pooled in my core, tightening there in understanding. We were to play the fox and hound. Once he caught me—a wicked grin played on my lips, and I turned, sprinting through the forest with my bare breasts welcoming the moonlight.
There would’ve been no way of telling Dion was hot on my heels straight away, but the leaves crunching from first my left side, then the right, were a dead giveaway. If this were any other situation, I might have worried about my glowing skin giving my position away, but with my mate, I wanted it to be easy to find me—I wanted him toclaimme.
“Chelsea,” Dion growled before whisking into the shadows undetectable. He was toying with me, and by the moon and stars, Ilovedit.
My breathing grew more erratic the more I ran, my heart racing from the excitement and effort. A chill formed through the trees, making my breath smokey and the moonbeams peeking through the branches foggy. I slowed my steps, no longer hearing Dion anywhere around me. Snarling, Dion pounced from the shadows, toppling both of us to the soft, mossy ground. He’d cradled my head and pressed some of his weight at my back, pinning me beneath him.
“Caught you,” Dion whispered, smiling against my shoulder and peppering my skin with light kisses.
His already hardened length grazed my ass, and I dug my nails into the dirt, tearing away bits of grass. How would it feel? How would this time be different from the others?
I raised my ass as much as I could with him on top of me. “I’m yours for the taking, Dionysus.”
Dion’s beast let out a gravelly hum, and he traced his canines delicately down my back, lightly nipping one of my ass cheeks. He curled a finger over my entrance, checking how moist I was. I wasdrenched. A satisfied snarl echoed through the surrounding trees, and he pressed the tip of his cock at my entrance, pushing in slowly at first until he thrust it the rest of the way. I cried out, the connection we now had heightening the sensations.
Dion pressed a hand between my shoulder blades, lowering my head to the moss and pinning me. His thrusts were ferocious and wild with guttural grunts. My toes curled against the emerald moss beneath us, and fluttering orgasms washed over me in repeated waves that had me in a euphoric daze. It kept taking me to the point where I didn’t think I could stand it any longer; the sensations were just so incredibly delicious, and then it’d taper away only to drive right back to my core.
Dion’s hands moved to my waist, hoisting me to my hands and knees. His pumping slowed, but he bent forward, kissing my nape, licking it. He tested me at first, scraping his teeth in the spot he intended to leave his mark. When I reached for him, tangling my fingers in his wavy, dark locks, he sank his canines into my neck. I wailed, but not from pain. It pinched at first, a sting as his teeth punctured, but it was instantly replaced by a pleasuring, calming swirl that traveled from where he claimed me through my chest and stomach, and tightened in my clit.
Blood trickled over my collarbone and in between my breasts. The euphoria built to a crescendo of pulsating pleasurebursting through every neuron of my fucking existence. My magic beamed from my skin, curling around us, fusing us, and I could have sworn the moon shone even brighter because of it. When Dion released me from his beast’s hold, the teeth letting go of my neck, he lapped the wound, sealing it from bleeding but leaving behind a claiming scar I’d be proud to bear.
Dion’s thrusts picked up again, and I reached for him, latching onto his forearm. “Wait.”
Pausing with his hands on my hips, the beast let out a disapproving growl, but Dion arched a brow at me, doing as I asked. Turning around, I lay on my back, spreading my knees wide and encouraging him to cage me in. Grinning, he fell over top of me, propping his elbows on each side of my head, and began his frenzied thrusts, ready to undo himself inside me,cravingit. Charging myself with the moon’s lunar graces, I slid my hands to his back and dug my nails into his skin enough to leave marks and dragged them downward.
Dion tilted his head back, roaring at what I was doing, but it didn’t stop me. I claimed my mate in my own way, creating tattooed markings of the lunar cycle up his spine. At the top point where his neck met his head, I carved a prominent crescent moon—the same phase of the night when we first met. With the moonlight serving as ethereal ink, my claiming mark would glow on him whenever I was near. Finishing, I bucked my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust now, encouraging him.
After several more feral thrusts, our skin slapping against each other, he came undone inside of me, tensing and shaking. His hips jerked until he relaxed, flopping over me and brushing my sweat-soaked hair from my forehead. “I didn’t know witches could do that.”
