Page 43 of Livewire Witch

“And Ember didn’t say anything else? He just said to get down there?” he asks.

I shake my head, dragging on my discarded clothing as I reply, “He sounded kind of rattled though and Ember generallydoesn’t take things too seriously, so it’s strange to hear him losing his cool.”

“All right.” Roscoe taps away at his phone and I slip out of the door, heading along the short hallway to Zeph’s room.

The door swings open after I give a couple of tentative knocks, not wanting to scare him awake by banging on the wood. And there stands a scowling, growling Z with his curls sticking up all over his head. His broad shoulders fill the doorway and my eyes catch on his bare chest and the sheer bulk of him. He’s not got lean, defined muscles like Fabian and Roscoe and instead he’sbuilt. Powerful.

Could easily lift you up with one arm or fling you about like a rag doll.

If that was something you were into.

Fucking hell, what wasinDante’s blood? I’m definitely blaming him for all this latent energy I have pumping through my blood. And the fact I’m currently horny as hell, even though it’s been less than an hour since Roscoe and I slept together.

Zeph’s looking at me, like he’s trying to get his brain to come online and it’s taking a while.

“What are you doing here in the middle of the night, Little Witch?” he rasps, rubbing his eyes blearily and gazing down at me.

“Something’s going down at the cafe. Ember contacted me and told me to get you down there.”

He lets out a little growl that goes straight to my nipples, arms stretching out to rest on the doorframe. “You sure that’s the only reason you’re showing up at my door in the middle of the night, smelling like you got freshly fucked?”

I freeze. Then, taking a surreptitious sniff of myself, I wonder if the mage really is part bear or has some shifter blood in him. How else can he know what Roscoe and I were up to earlier?

I’mfairlycertain we were quiet enough.

Shaking it off for now, I lean up on my tiptoes and meet his eyes like he doesn’t faze me. “Yep, now come on.”

Grabbing his hand, I tug him along, then glance back as I remember he’s not dressed.

“Uh, do you want to put some pants on or something first?”

His glance down at his body is leisurely and I follow his movement right the way down to the thick cock barely contained in his boxers. My cheeks flush.

What exactly is happening today? First my insanely sexy moment with Dante, then fucking Roscoe, and now Z’s dick is basically trying to tear itself out of its material cage to say hello.

Yeesh.

Taking a step back, I create some necessary space between us. “I’ll, uh, meet you by the front door. Gotta get some socks on.”

I barely know what the fuck’s coming out of my mouth. All I know is I need to get away from Zeph.

Asshole Z is dangerous, but sleepy, rumpled and kinda horny Z islethal.

Twenty minutes later, we arrive at the cafe. It’s that time of night where the district has transitioned from buzzing with movement and energy, everyone out for a good night and heading to the pubs and clubs to spend their money, to the hairy part of the night.

Lairy drunks stagger home. Gray-faced and rumpled guys dressed in suits head back from the gambling houses, and bloodied fighters stumble back from the underground fighting rings.

Everyone we see is a little disheveled. Messy.

There’s an energy to the place as well. It crackles with the faint hint of menace, like this is the time of night where shit goes down that you don’t want to know about.

It’s the time of night you might witness a murder or someone disposing of a body.

I snort at my own melodramatic thoughts. I wouldn’t normally be anywhere in the city at this time of night, and I’m glad I’m not alone. Zeph and Roscoe flank me on either side, while Fabian’s set to meet us at the cafe.

The lights are all off and as we hover outside the staff entrance. I knock on the door and Ember meets us there, flipping the lock as soon as we’re inside. His body language is casual, but the way his eyes dart over our shoulders has me feeling uneasy.

“Boy toy number one is already here, in the back,” he says, leading the way through to the main part of the cafe. It’s scented with the lingering smells of the day. Coffee grounds and cleaning fluid, which makes my nose twitch.

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