He chuckles, and then raises his glass in salute before tossing his head back. My eyes drop to his exposed throat as he gulps down, and I get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. It must be the tequila at work. I’m still staring when Saxon drops his chin and our gazes collide. He rewards me with a knowing smile.
“Are you going to tell me what’s eating you?” he asks.
Normally, I’d tell him to mind his own business, but alcohol has loosened my tongue.
“My mother wants me to marry.”
Saxon’s eyebrows arch, almost meeting his hairline. “An arranged marriage? Isn’t that a little old-fashioned?”
“The magical community can be unpredictable, but one thing that never changes about them is their attachment to archaic traditions.” I take another shot of tequila. So far, I’ve consumed almost half the bottle by myself. Maybe Saxon wants to see me drunk.
“That sucks. Who is the lucky guy?” His tone is casual, but his eyes have a different gleam in them, almost feral.
“Calvin Belmont. An asshole with a capital A. I hate him.” I forgo the glass this time, drinking straight from the bottle.
I barely manage a couple swallows before Saxon takes the bottle away from me.
“Hey! I wasn’t done.”
He’s standing in front of my chair, imposing and so damn close. I tilt my head back so I can scowl at him properly. I don’t think it’s working.
He sets the bottle back on the table and then braces his hands on each side of my head, leaning down. “Yes, you are.”
He’s all over my personal space and I don’t know if the tequila has muddled my brain already, but I’m suddenly hit by a crazy urge to find out what a vampire kiss tastes like. It doesn’t matter if Saxon can be a nuisance most of the time. He’s a sexy pest and I want him. He stands straight again, stepping back, and I miss my opportunity. Damn it!
“Why do you care if I drink myself into a stupor?” I ask angrily.
“Maybe I like you.” He sticks his hands in his pockets, pushing his low-rise jeans even lower. A peek of taut, golden skin appears, and my fingers are now itching to touch him.
“You’re such a liar,” I reply a little harshly to hide my reaction.
He offers me his hand. “Come on. You need to dance off all that poison you drank.”
I should bat his hand away, but instead, I curl my fingers around his and let him help me up. The room begins to spin, making me sway on the spot. Still holding me, Saxon places his free hand on my waist, which brings me flush against his body.
With my palm flat against his chest, I can feel the accelerated beat of his heart. It matches the tempo of mine. A wisp of desire curls around the base of my spine, making me forget all the reasons I shouldn’t entertain the idea of hooking up with Saxon. My breathing has become shallow, and I don’t dare to move. This situation is changing fast and I’m not sure how I want to proceed.
You wanted a wild night, Aurora. There’s nothing wilder than Saxon Hellström.
“Are you all right?” he asks in a voice that’s much huskier than before. Damn.
I look up, seeking Saxon’s gaze. His blue eyes are shining crimson now. Danger. Danger, Will Robinson. I’ve suddenly become a tasty snack to him. I need to pull away from his embrace, but it’s almost like my body has a will of its own.
“What’s the matter, Aurora? Did the cat get your tongue?” His fingers dig deeper in my skin as he leans in. There’s definitely a bulge in his pants, pressing against my belly.
All common sense flies right out the window.
“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” I ask like a moron, regretting my outburst immediately.
His lips widen into a wolfish smile, revealing the tips of his sharp fangs. “You know I don’t need a gun.”
The song in the background changes to one of my favorite songs by Dua Lipa, snapping me out of his seductive trance. I finally find the will to step back.
“I thought you wanted to dance,” I say.
Without waiting for his reply, I whirl around and practically run down the stairs to the dance floor. Heat has creeped up my face, just like my body is on fire. Tequila didn’t do this. My overheated skin is all thanks to Saxon.
I’m almost in the middle of the club when a rough hand grabs my arm and twists me around.
“You’re not escaping so easily, little witch,” Saxon says. His blue eyes still have a tinge of red in them.
Hunger and arousal will do that to a vampire. I vowed to never allow a bloodsucker to drink from me, but my will is crumbling fast. It’s common knowledge that a vampire’s bite is quite erotic and when combined with sex is an unforgettable experience.
I lift my chin in defiance. “Who says I was trying to?”
Saxon lets go of me only to circle his arms around my waist and pull me closer. Yep. His erection is still there. He leans down, stopping an inch from my mouth and making my breathing hitch. Crap. Is he going to kiss me now?
He brings his lips to my ear instead. “I can smell your arousal, you know.”
“Tequila makes me horny. Don’t let that go to your head.” I sway my hips to the beat of the song, knowing very well what the friction between our bodies will do to him.
He hisses. “Don’t tease me, Aurora. You’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe I like playing with fire.” Rising on my tiptoes, I lick the hollow of his throat.
There’s a tiny voice in the back of my head saying this is a huge mistake, but I stomp on it until it dies. Saxon freezes, becoming as still as a statue. I don’t think he’s breathing. The moment only lasts a few seconds, and then his fingers are tangled with my hair and his tongue is in my mouth.
Sweet baby unicorns. This is heaven.
3
Saxon
Truth be told, I’ve had a thing for Aurora since the first time I met her at an official royal function at King Raphael’s mansion years ago. Beautiful and with a sharp tongue, she’s exactly the type of woman I’m drawn to. I don’t like meek and boring. I need someone to keep me on my toes. Too bad she’s a witch.
I was taught to never mess with them by my asshole father. If the brutal general was afraid of them, he must have had a reason. My whole life, I was careful to give any of the magical folks a wide berth until I came across Aurora Leal, the High Witch’s daughter. It was impossible to stay away from her. And the fact that I crashed and burned on my first attempt to get her into my bed only motivated me more. Didn’t have much luck on the second and third tries either.
When I spotted her in Havoc, I made a deal with myself. If I got another no, I’d give up. Little did I know the little witch was looking for some cock fun, and I was more than ready to volunteer.
Which explains why we are all over each other like animals in heat. All it took was one tequila-flavored kiss from her to set my body ablaze. I thread my fingers through her hair to bring her closer while my arm snakes around her waist to keep her in place. Her perky breasts crush against my chest as my erection presses against her belly. A shot of libido shoots straight down, making me wish we weren’t in the middle of a crowded dance floor. I’ve never been more turned on by a female than I am now. One wrong move, just a little bit more friction, and I’m going to jizz in my pants. If she were a regular human, I’d fuck her right here while I fed from her. But Aurora is not a blood whore. She’s different, special.
Fuck. What am I thinking?
She lets out a throaty moan as she angles her head, deepening our kiss. A strange, tingling warmth uncoils in my chest, spreading through the rest of my body like wildfire. It feels like my very bones are turning into molten lava. Then the loud music fades into the background, and all I can hear is Aurora’s accelerated pulse. My mouth waters, and my fangs descend fully as her blood calls to me. The craving is not bloodlust, but it’s powerful enough to make my head spin.
I let go of her lips, leaving a trail of hot kisses along her jawline, before dipping down to her ne
ck. Aurora arches her back, whimpering as I lick her feverish skin. Her vein throbs under my tongue. One nick, one hard pull, and her warm blood will flood into my mouth. I’m on the verge of succumbing, but I hesitate—a first for me.
I suspect getting bitten by a vampire in the middle of a club is not something Aurora ever desired. She’s not thinking clearly tonight, and hell, I don’t want to give her any reason to regret hooking up with me.
Why do I fucking care?
She grabs a fistful of my hair, and brings my mouth back to where she wants, covering hers. My tongue pierces through her lips, and the tingling feeling all over my body returns, much stronger this time. I get hot and cold in the span of a second, and the desire to fuck Aurora senseless is almost overwhelming.
Maybe caught in the same heat wave as me, she curls her arms behind my neck, jumping into my arms. Motherfucker. Her legs hook around my lower back, bringing her pussy flush against the bulge in my pants. Self-control is quickly slipping through my fingers, but there’s nothing that can stop me from savoring this moment. My hands glide to her sweet ass, not because I need them to support her weight, but because I want them there.
“What are you trying to do to me, little witch?” The words hiss out of my mouth in a hoarse voice right before I return to hers.
She bites my lower lip, and then peppers my jaw with open kisses, sending shivers down my spine. A chuckle from her sends hot air over my burning skin. It feels like she just poured gasoline over roaring flames.
Not missing a beat, she moves on to my neck and then my ear. “I want you to fuck me.” She rotates her hips, sending me straight to my doom.
That’s it. I can’t take it anymore.
Still latched to her delicious mouth, I head back to the VIP area, shoving whoever is standing in my way. The restroom is empty, and I plan to keep it that way by locking the door. Aurora jumps off me, and then with deft fingers, begins to unbutton my shirt. I help her out because I’m dying to discover what treasure she’s hiding under the unicorn tank top she wears.
My mouth and hands find her breasts at once. I don’t bother with taking it slow; I stretch the neckline down, revealing her pink lacy bra. I love sexy lingerie, but right now it’s a nuisance. I snap it down the middle, freeing the most luscious pair of tits I’ve ever seen. Aurora arches her back while reaching for my pants. Damn it. Sometimes, I hate clothing. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, groaning when she finally manages to unzip my pants and free my cock.
She stills suddenly, then takes a small step back while holding on to my shaft.
“What?” I ask.
Her chin is dipped now, and her long dark hair is falling over her face, blocking my view. “Fuck,” she says, then she lifts her eyes to mine. “You’re huge.”
I don’t know if it’s the look of astonishment on her flushed face or the compliment, but shit if she didn’t gain a thousand more points on the scale of awesomeness. My lips curl into a wolfish grin.
“Don’t worry, little witch. It will fit.”
Her brows furrow together. “I’m not so sure. Look at me; I’m tiny.” She points at her hips.
Aurora is indeed on the petite side, except for her breasts. They’re nice and full and hell, I’m ready for another taste, but first things first. I pick her up, which consequently forces her to let go of my cock—sad face—and then I set her on the long marble sink, spreading her legs wide. Happy face.
I drop to my knees next, making sure our gazes are locked as I tug her underwear down her legs. Aurora’s chest is rising and falling out of sync as if she has been running.
“Don’t worry, little witch. You’ll be fine.”
Her pussy is all pink and smooth, and already glistening with her arousal. Fuck. One single lick and I’m a goner. She runs her fingers through my hair, yanking at the strands as a tortured moan escapes her lips. The growl in the back of my throat is savage and possessive. She tastes like the most divine nectar, velvety and sweet. I grab her by the hips, pulling her closer while I fuck her with my tongue.
“Saxon … damn it. Why did I wait so long to give in?”
I’d answer her, even if the question was rhetorical, but I can’t move away from my feast. A tremor runs through her body when I suck her clit into my mouth. She bucks her hips, but I keep her firmly in place.
“Motherfucker!” she cries out, pulling my hair so hard it actually hurts. I don’t care, though. She’s falling apart under my touch and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I don’t stop licking and sucking until she makes me. Still holding a fistful of my hair, she tilts my head up and kisses me long and hard. Without breaking the connection, I unfurl from my kneeling position, lifting her off the sink counter to pin her against the wall. My cock presses against her core, making us both groan in a desperate way.
I’m torn between my rampant arousal and the painful need to drink from her. My world seems to be spiraling out of control, and Aurora is the vortex responsible for my imminent destruction.
She grabs my face between her palms, pushing me back. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to hex you.”
My eyes grow rounder. “Don’t even joke about it, little witch.”
She narrows her lust-infused eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of magic.”
“I’ll show you magic when I plunge my enormous cock into your pussy.”
A bubble of laughter erupts from her lips, making me tense up on the spot. That was not the reaction I was hoping for. Shit. Am I losing my mojo?
“Why are you laughing?” I frown.
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at this surreal moment. I’m about to fuck a vampire in a club’s restroom. I never thought this would happen to me.”
“Hey, we don’t need to do this if you’re not sure.”
But pretty please don’t say you’ve changed your mind.
Her eyebrows shoot to the heavens. “Are you crazy? I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than having your enormous cock inside of me.”
A breath of relief whooshes out of me, but then she laughs again.
“Damn it, Aurora. It’s really hard to believe you when you can’t keep a straight face.”
“I’m sorry. I have the giggles.”
Narrowing my eyes to slits, I position my dick at her entrance, sliding in a little. In an instant, the amusement vanishes from her expression. Her whiskey-colored eyes become glazed and riveted on my lips.
“You were saying?” I ask.
She hooks her legs at the ankles behind my ass, nudging me toward her and crushing my lips with hers. In a single thrust, I slide in completely, hissing as every nerve in my body short-circuits. Holy fuck. I was never one to climax prematurely, but I’m in absolute danger here of pulling a quick-draw move.
Hell no. I can’t let that happen. Aurora deserves to get the best of Saxon Hellström, and I intend to deliver. Fighting the urge to piston in and out of her, I pull out slowly, only to slam back in. My balls are tight as hell, and I’m seriously on the verge of exploding, but this feels amazing and it would be a shame to allow it to end too soon.
“Why are you torturing me?” she asks between kisses.
“Woman, do you know how good you feel right now? I’m about to die here.”
“That’s the intention. La petit mort.” She licks my jawline before switching her attention to my neck.
“Fuck,” I say, moving my hips faster. This is a battle I can’t win.
She bites my earlobe, and then whispers in my ear. “You want to drink from me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
Tilting her head to the side, she replies, “Go ahead. Do it.”
The hunger I felt on the dance floor returns with a vengeance. I’m salivating already, and my vision becomes tinged with red.
“Don’t tempt me, little witch.”
“I’m not. I want the whole package, and a vampire bite is a mu
st.” She turns her face to mine, piercing me with a determined and lucid stare. “I want this, Saxon. And I want it from you.”
Ah, hell. When she puts it that way, who am I to deny it?
She offers me her neck again, and this time, I don’t hesitate. My fangs sink into her soft flesh, and when the first drop of her blood hits my tongue, I know I just made a terrible mistake. Too late now. My fate is sealed. And so is hers.
4
Aurora
After the romping session in Havoc’s VIP restroom, Saxon and I went back to his place, a mansion deep in the woods that very few people know the location of due to security reasons. It’s also the residence of Lucca Della Morte, King Raphael’s nephew. But the Blueblood vampire has been in hibernation for almost a hundred years—not that I was too concerned about bumping into him, or another vampire in residence. I was still too caught up in Saxon to notice anyone else.
This midafternoon, it’s a different story. My body might be relaxed and utterly satisfied—there were a lot of orgasms involved—but my mind is whirling. I spent almost the entire day in bed with Saxon, and now I’m trapped under his muscled arm across my stomach. He’s spooning me, which I can’t deny feels pretty good. But I can’t allow myself to lower my barrier around him or feel anything besides indifference. He’s a Blueblood and I’m a witch. Even if I wasn’t “promised” to someone else, Saxon and I could never be together. Vampires and witches are a dangerous combination. Neither the coven nor the king would allow it.
Why am I even thinking about this shit? I’ve always considered Saxon an annoying and immature male. Just because he’s a god in bed doesn’t make him boyfriend material. My brain must still be clouded by post-coital bliss. It’s the only explanation.
Enough with the pointless inner monologue, Aurora. You need to get out of his bed.
If I could reach my purse on the floor and grab an energized stone, I could attempt a levitation spell.
Saxon mumbles something in his sleep, and finally rolls on his back, releasing me. Holding my breath, I throw my legs to the side of the bed and stand up. My limbs are a little unsteady. I did things yesterday I didn’t think I was capable of. I’m definitely more flexible than I thought.
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