Page 99 of Traitor Witch
NILSA
Falling into Klaus's dream world is becoming too easy. The beach, too familiar.
The man himself... far too tempting.
If only I remembered to wear some damned clothes to bed. Then the siren wouldn't need to summon me a shirt every time.
Although, from the appreciative looks he gives my boobs, I don't think he minds.
That kiss plays on repeat in my mind as I look him over again. He's still only wearing that damned tiny white skirt, and at the sight of me, the front of it shifts.
I glance, pointedly at it, ignoring the food splayed out before us, “Miss me?"
"Always." His fast grin makes me smile in answer.
I step past him toward the sea, stopping just before the line where the waves meet the sand.
"Your siren not coming out to play today?"
His sigh is short, but his response is quick. "Much like afae, once we meet our mates, our powers start to get a bit... out of control." He stands and joins me at the water's edge. "Fortunately, we don't get ridiculously territorial like shifters and vampires. Though, I will admit to feeling a little bit... protective."
"So what happened before?"
"My other side just... doesn't understand my hesitation. He wants to sing for you."
His cheeks flush an adorable pink, and I smirk. "Do I need to bring a gag with me?"
"Kinky," he quips. "But, no. I can control myself. Last time I just got a bit... carried away."
"I think we both did," I mutter.
"I can't say I regret it."
The problem is, neither can I.
Klaus's kisses could easily become addictive. His flirty looks alone are enough to make a witch feel desired. It's tempting to let him charm me. To see if the sparks of that kiss would lead to fireworks in the bedroom.
I'm almost certain they would.
But he's dangerous.
I don't trust him.
There's something about him not adding up and it's not just the fated mates crap.
I take a tiny step back as the waves get too close to my bare feet.
"You hate the sea," he says, when the silence has stretched between us long enough.
"It's alright from the beach."
"But you never let your feet get wet."
"You never know what's under the surface, or when the waves might turn on you."
"Actually," he replies, "I kinda do. Siren, remember?"
"I drowned for the second time just a few days ago," Igrumble, taking another step back as the tide comes closer. "I got swept off the deck in a storm and I can't swim. Cas had to save me."
