Page 31 of Love Summoned

My whole body feels like it’s engulfed in flames as the gold magic burns brighter.

“So wet for me, Seraphina,” I say, humming as I enjoy the taste of her. “I thought you were a good witch, but here you are, dripping all over a demon’s fingers.”

“I thought you were a good demon?” She smiles as her eyes softly fall shut. “Ohh Goddess, you’re really good.”

Sera’s hands fly over her head, gripping the pillow, unabashed as she rides my tongue and fingers. With my shadows, I grip her wrists, holding them above her head. She trembles and groans, only tempting my hunger further.

Under the gold light sparked by our bond, Sera’s undulating body glows. Every curve is illuminated, calling for my admiration.

Her body tightens, ready to release. I want it. Need it.

“Come for me, my witch.” I practically beg as my shadows stretch from my wrist, pushing into her pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” Sera whimpers.

I remove my fingers, replacing them with my tongue. Licking at her quivering flesh, while my shadows mimic the sensation of what my cock would be like thrusting hard into her. Sera bites down on her lip, muffling a moan as she floods my tongue.

Her eyes are unfocused, the green replaced with a luminous flicker of white and gold as she comes. They’re enchanting. I need to see that again. I want to feel the way she lets go on my cock.

Climbing back up her body, I mark every bare inch of her with a kiss before I reach her mouth. I drag her scent into my lungs before I pull away with a satisfied groan.

“Well, I don’t think we reset time or rewrote destiny, so this can’t be a typical mate bond.” I kiss her again. “But we did learn one thing.”

She smiles as her eyes flutter closed in contentment. “What’s that?”

“Witches sure do taste sweet, and demons are greedy.” I slide down her body once more, throwing her legs over my shoulders as I’m met with the sounds of her delighted chuckles.

If I’m to be cursed with a witch, I may as well have some fun with it.

14

Blue eyes. Wild Moon. We’re Closed. Red hair. Screams.

I gasp for air as my body snaps up, a cold sweat dripping from my brow.

A vision.

I finally had another vision. One that I don’t think is connected to the dagger.

Relief hits me, but it’s brief, as I come face to face with Nix. His amber eyes look like liquid gold as he holds a menacing dark cloud of smoke around us.

“What happened?” Ferocity strikes the words, not with fear, but with concern.

“I… had a vision.”

The smoke recedes, his body absorbing them back until my bedroom looks normal once more. Early morning mist lingers outside my window. The warm, buttery smell of baked goods from Cupid’s Crumb slips through the small gap.

Nix presses a kiss to my bare shoulder then he falls back, letting his head hit the pillow. He watches me with a myriad of thoughts flickering behind his eyes, and I’m certain mine look the same.

“You stayed,” I say, tossing back the blankets.

The cool air is welcome against my naked skin. I may have done unspeakable things with a demon, but I refuse to be shy about my body. My mother taught Sloane and me to fight when we were children. We had to be strong, quick, and enduring. Over the years, that training has given my body muscles that complement my curves, but also gives me the confidence to know I can handle anything, especially a demon.

Smiling to myself, I stand from the bed to find clothes. I need to tell Sloane and Celeste about my vision.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he says. I’m only two steps away when a swift yet tender crack hits my ass.

Nix winks as a shadowed whip dissolves into his body.