Witch, Please! (A Sisterhood Enchantment Book 2)

by Abby Knox

  Dumb. And yet, it had worked. She showed up. They argued, they kissed, and then she left.

  Now he was going to take her blood and ruin her for any other person. Man. Woman. Magical or non-magical. Everybody.

  With her legs wrapped around him, Drew could feel her body’s curiosity. Her heat was close. He caressed her over her panties and was pleased at what he felt there. There was a huge slit down the front and all the way to the back. It had been a very, very long time since he’d come across bloomers like these. She moaned softly and tugged at his T-shirt. He took advantage of this slash in her underclothes and ran his fingers over her labia, all the way back. And back a little bit further. She was dripping and ready for him.

  “Sweetheart, tell me about these crazy ripped panties of yours,” he murmured, even though he already understood what they were for.

  She laughed and teased the hollow between his collarbones. “We believe the women back in colonial times might have worn these things that were split down the middle. It was difficult to disrobe when using latrines back in those days.”

  “Latrines, that’s hot,” he said.

  “So stop asking questions,” she whispered, tugging at his earlobe with her lips.

  “I think the real reason was to make it easier to do certain things without being caught. Things like this…” And with that, he quickly reached down and sank one middle finger into her depth.

  She cried out in surprise and bit her lip. “Drew!” Then she yanked hastily at his shirt, pulling it off over his head and landing kisses across his chest, rubbing his nipples with her thumbs.

  Drew moved his finger slowly in and out. With his other hand, he cupped her chin and forced her to lock eyes with him. As he penetrated her with his finger and his eyes, he could feel—and smell—her blood rushing to her sex.

  He could sense her nipples rising to meet him, and he let his eyes travel down to the front of her dress.

  She helped him untie her linen apron and toss it to the floor. The row of tiny buttons at the back of her dress would be problematic, and things were getting urgent for him. She quickly unzipped his jeans and helped his cock spring free, and he caught his breath at the feel of her hands on him.

  “Drew,” she said.

  “Yes, beauty.”

  “It’s OK. We can leave my dress on. There’s a corset and a whole lot of other things going on with this costume.”

  He laughed. “That’s fine, it’s kind of hot knowing I’m about to fuck the hell out of someone who looks like Hester Prynne.”

  She blushed deeply at the reference to The Scarlet Letter. “Speaking of costumes, you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

  Oh, praise whatever goddess blessed this girl with curiosity, because he felt as if he had just won the lottery. “Tell me,” he said.

  She leaned in and whispered her secret. Her voice and her words sent chills down his back and made his cock twitch. She spoke to him about one day wandering into the woods in the evening and being kidnapped by a random man, tied to a tree deep in the woods where nobody could hear them, and having the living daylights fucked out of her. In 700 years, Drew had never performed this type of role play before. But…he just might have to oblige. The animal that lived just under the surface of his skin whispered hell yes.

  “There’s something else. I’ve never been with a man before. Only women.”

  “Why not?” he asked, curious, squeezing her breast in sync with the rhythm of his finger that was inside her.

  “It’s not that I am not attracted to men, I just assumed I wasn’t missing anything. But now I feel Ike I’ve definitely been missing something,” she said, inching her sex closer to his rock-hard cock.

  He nipped at her neck. “I know. I can hear your blood crying out to me.”

  Alice suddenly reared back. “How could you know that?” She locked eyes with him again, but this time with a suspicious edge.

  “Same reason I know you’re a real, honest-to-goddess magical witch. I can smell it on you. Because I have a secret, too.”

  “What do you mean you can smell it?”

  Drew had said too much. She was alarmed and backing away now. Shit. This was not going as planned.

  Alice hopped off his lap and tossed him his shirt. When she had regained her composure, she asked, “What are you?”

  She looked fearful and he dreaded how she might react next. He took a deep breath.

  “Alice, I’m a vampire.”

  Chapter 8

  Alice

  Alice rolled her eyes so hard she could have pulled a muscle. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  And with that she whipped out her wand and cast a flash bomb effect. In the blinding light she was able to spirit herself away and out the door. The flash-bomb spell was a powerful one, so the most magic she could summon to speed herself along was only double fast.

  Terror seized through her chest as she ran. Her lungs felt white hot from all the running, but the witch knew the woods like the back of her hand and she easily avoided the brambles, roots and spurs.

  But none of that mattered, because suddenly the monster leaped down from a tree and landed right in front of her. His face looked different.

  “Don’t make me chase you. It only wakes up the beast,” he said in a voice that did not indicate he was the slightest bit winded from traveling so fast. But there was still something that sounded different. Feral. Dangerous.

  Pure adrenaline shot through her, and the electricity that exploded from her wand made Drew stumble backward. It gave her just enough time to get away and sprint back to her cottage. This time, she locked the door. She gasped for breath. She felt like a wounded rabbit being batted around by a bobcat.

  Well, the beast had another think coming if he thought he was going to feed off of her. She didn’t know what would happen if he ever sucked magical witch blood into his system, and she didn’t want to find out.

  Alice breathlessly stumbled to the kitchen to make herself something restorative. Doing battle against a vampire had sucked away all her energy.

  She rifled through her stash of magical potions to make a cocktail for energy and protection. She sucked it down immediately, and then, for good measure, took out her wand and cast a protection spell through her locked front door. She would have to wait until she recovered her full energy before casting a hex to cast the vampire out for good. She might even need multiple witches for that, depending on how old and powerful he was.

  And how the actual fuck was he out in the daylight, she wanted to know. This was bad. Had something changed in the whole history of vampires that she wasn’t aware of, or had somebody failed to tell her?

  Moments later she was wrapped up in a blanket in her comfy chair, eyes on her front door. It started to feel as if he had decided to leave her alone, yet she remained vigilant, watching.

  She thought about texting Birdie, but she would still be at work, no doubt filling prescriptions of herbal love potions and boner pills on Valentine’s Day. Plus, she was probably still angry. Fern would either still be on her date with the sandwich guy, or, having ditched him, off to wander in the woods, alone. And finally, she didn’t want to worry Morgan, who was with child at the moment. Alice knew Morgan would come to her aid immediately. Only problem was, so would Adam, her husband. He was just coming in to his power as a witch himself, and his energy was wild and unfocused. As a cop, he also carried a gun. Combine all that with his irrationally overprotective behavior around his pregnant wife, and Adam would obliterate himself and everyone around him in half a second. Alice only wanted the vampire subdued. Didn’t she?

  So she decided to wait it out.

  “It’s a convenient thing that you witches all leave your kitchen doors open for each other.”

  Drew was in her house.

  Alice’s heart jumped into her throat and she reached for her wand. “How did you get in here? I cast a protection spell!”

  Drew held up his hands in surrender. “You invited me i
n, remember?”

  If she got through today, she would have to remember to plant some garlic around the perimeter and invest in some holy water from the high priestess in Salem, and affix some evil eye symbols around the place. Oh boy, that wouldn’t scare off the little schoolchildren on tour days, would it?

  “What do you want?” Her voice shook as she pointed her wand at him.

  “You,” he said. “I just want you. I want to understand why I can be in the sunlight when I’m with you.”

  “Do you know the theory of Occam’s razor?”

  “Of course I do. Occam was a friend of mine back in the day, in fact. The simplest explanation is usually the correct one,” said the vampire.

  “Yeah, well, so maybe you're in the light because you’re not actually a vampire? If you were a vampire, you would have already overpowered me and sucked me dry,” she said with defiance.

  “Normally I would say you have a point. But I don't want to hurt you. I just want to understand our connection. The last time I went out into the sun, just to try it, I got second-degree burns on my hand. Didn’t feel great.”

  “Maybe you need better sunscreen. Maybe it’s just a sun allergy.”

  “I’ve been alive for over 700 years, surviving on blood. How do you explain that?”

  She wasn’t falling for any of this teddy-bear vampire bullshit. Angel and Buffy? Bella and Edward? All bullshit. Vampires were nothing but low creatures who scurried around in the shadows like murderers waiting for their next victim. They preyed on the small and the weak to get by. Because if they ever met a formidable foe they would draw attention to themselves and their kind would be wiped out.

  “Delusions of grandeur, and iron deficiency.”

  He started walking closer to her. “Why, if you yourself are a magical creature, is it so hard to accept that I am who I say I am? Isn’t there a truth spell you can do to me?”

  “Yes, but I’ve already used two subdue spells on you and it took everything out of me. It’s tiring enough using aggression on regular humans. I’m utterly spent.”

  He smiled. Oh god, the dimples. “So you admit it. You admit I’m different. I’m some kind of magical creature.”

  “Bitch, please. You’re an overgrown frat boy who’s landed his dream job of being a bartender.”

  “Excuse me, ma’am, but you’re an overgrown sorority sister who’s still living in la-la land with your snooty coffee and your open mic nights and hippie-dippy friends. Pretending you’re just so counter-culture with your blown-out hair and perfect teeth.”

  OK, that actually stung a little bit.

  “I just want to have a nice place for nice people to come together and be nice,” she said, feeling pathetic as a tear rolled down her cheek. Oh shit, she really didn’t want this ogre to see her cry. Her shining silver wand clattered forcefully to the floor. “Go ahead. I have no defenses now. Suck my blood if you want to so badly. Kill me if you have to. You win.”

  He stared at her in astonishment. She supposed he was in awe of the fact that she wasn’t going to put up a fight. She didn’t want to die, but she was totally outmatched, if he was a vampire. If he was not, well then, he probably would not try to kill her. He was just the silly, love-struck boy that she suspected.

  “Here,” she said, rolling up her starched linen sleeve. She held out her wrist and beckoned him to come closer. “Prove it.”

  She watched Drew’s face as he took her wrist. He appeared to be hungry for it. A look came over his face and she knew it even before the fangs showed themselves and the wildness crossed over his face. She saw the hunger and felt his energy change. He was fighting with a very real beast inside. She watched him hold her exposed wrist up to his nose to inhale her scent liked aged wine. His fingertips on her tender skin sent a warm wave up her spine. His hands were cold to the touch, but he felt good against her overheated body.

  The beast finally revealed his fangs, and she accepted the darkness.

  Chapter 9

  Drew

  Her skin was warm. He could hear her blood pumping. She was offering herself to him. Was it out of resignation or was this a test? Either way, he would be having the blood he so craved. The blood he needed to survive. When was the last time anybody had willingly given up their blood to him? Try never, in all of his years.

  Just a taste, don’t kill her, said his head.

  Don’t tell me what to do, said the ancient beast.

  He knew a chase would be more exciting, would make the blood enter his system with ease. But a little appetizer would be better than another decade of nothing but injured woodland animals and the occasional purloined bags from the blood bank and weird requests for blood at the butcher shop. And the even-rarer killing of a truly awful violent criminal. Yeah. Time to put that story right out of his head.

  He listened, he inhaled her scent. There was no denying it, her blood was calling to him. Hers was special. There had to be a reason. It wasn’t all in his head. There was a connection.

  He let himself go, finally. The fangs released and tasted. The impact was instantaneous. Though she tasted like the gorgeous richness of human female in her prime—probably the richest and most pure source of blood known in the vampire world—it wasn’t triggering the murderer inside.

  Drew hated the part of him that craved blood, that forced him into the woods at night to feast on rabbits and foxes to satisfy his urge to hunt. Drinking Alice’s blood made him feel…better. More human. Good goddess, had he found a cure?

  Emotions bubbled to the surface and his human conscience broke through. What are you doing, it said. You’re hurting her. Stop.

  His mouth released her wrist and he looked up at Alice’s face.

  “It’s real. You’re really a vampire. And I’ve let you into my house and drink from me, and now I’m your slave. Isn’t that how it works? I’m under your thrall, and you drink from me little by little until there’s nothing left? I mean, since you haven’t destroyed me yet. I guess that means you’re going to groom me to be like you. Because I’m special or something.”

  That was, in fact, how it worked. Except, he didn’t want to do any of that. He only wanted answers, and her.

  He pulled her arm and drew her in so he could cup her face. “You are different. You are doing something to me. Around you I can survive in the sunlight, and your blood is making me more human. I can feel it. What are you?”

  “I’m just a witch and an overgrown sorority girl, remember?”

  “I’m sorry I said those things.”

  “And I’m sorry for calling you a frat boy. Thank you for not killing me.”

  Drew’s mouth hushed her from saying any more. The taste of her blood still in his mouth, combined with the taste of her lips, was almost too much to bear. How had he come to deserve this much pleasure? He had thoroughly enjoyed kissing her last night, and earlier, before they fought. But this, again, was unbelievably enhanced. It was like the kissing version of going from watching an old black-and-white television to taking the leap into high-definition on a 72-inch screen.

  His lust overpowered everything. He felt her catch her breath as he kissed her hard and pried her mouth open with his to accept his tongue. Her arms embraced his torso as she was holding on for dear life. He wanted all of her in her bed, immediately.

  As they kissed, he grabbed her ass and lifted her up so she was wrapped around him as he found his way to her bed.

  He sat down with her straddling his lap again as they frantically helped each other unzip, untie, and unbuckle and unbutton. Her buttons took a bit longer than his. Once her costume dress was off, there was a corset.

  “Did you really have to go all out with the costume just to give me a private tour?” he asked breathlessly as his fingers worked the laces at her back.

  “I wanted you to have the full experience,” she said huskily.

  “I’m not going to make it. I’m gonna explode if I don’t get inside you now, woman.”

  She smiled and turned aro
und. “Here.” As he sat on the bed, she stood up and turned around. She dropped her bloomers. “If you’re in a hurry, you can work on the laces from behind. While you’re inside me.”

  He let out a deep, tantalized growl, then stood and had to control himself from pushing her face first onto the bed. She bent forward over the edge of the bed and turned her head and smiled. “Do it, vampire.”

  That was all the encouragement he needed. He spread her legs wide and placed himself between her thighs. He reached underneath and felt her slickness. She was still ready for him, only hotter and more desperate this time. He stroked her core with the tip of his cock and she moaned. When he found the source of her heat, he sank into her fully.

  Everything about this moment was more than he could handle. He actually wanted to fuck her more than he wanted to drain her.

  This was unprecedented.

  He hoped she wouldn’t change her mind. He hoped she wouldn’t come to her senses when she realized she was actually fucking a dead guy, because that’s exactly what he was.

  Drew slid his hand up her back and worked the laces of her corset as his cock stroked her sheath. The way his body reacted to her body was becoming something beyond primal, like as if everything about her was a drug he could not get enough of. Her blood was an addiction, but so was her scent, the sight of her, the way the light haloed around her hair. Nothing else mattered when he was around her.

  He didn’t know if this was a harbinger of him losing his immortality and finally going to the grave, or if he was being given another chance at life. Whatever it was, being near her made him feel slightly more human and slightly less vampire. Slightly less. Still a hunter, but a controlled hunter.

  He still longed to sink his teeth into her, but it was manageable.

  “Beauty, I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but do you do this to all the vampires? Do you tame them all with your kiss? Does your sex bring them to heel as it has with me?