Page 144 of Freed By the Witchbone Knife

We sat like that for a while, not saying anything else, while the activity on the street began to fizzle. The scent of Halloween night settled around us, cool and sweet. I inhaled, trying to memorize these special moments, soak them in for as long as possible.

Axel’s thumb traced a slow circle on the back of my hand.

“Little snacks will be missing us.”

“They will,” I agreed.

Another circle. Slower this time.

“And there’s another important matter that requires attention.”

I glanced over at him. His expression was perfectly neutral, which meant he was absolutely not thinking something neutral. “Oh? What matter?”

His eyes dropped to my witch costume. To the striped stockings. Back up again. “I need to get my little witch home. Been wanting to know what it feels like to fuck a witch in costume.”

“Axel!” I hissed. Heat bloomed low in my belly despite myself. “We’re sitting on a public porch.”

“I’m aware.” He stood, unhurried, and held out his hand. “Which is why I said home.”

I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. He retrieved the empty candy bowl while I collected the candy apple plate. “What about the decorations?”

“I’ll come back tomorrow and pack everything else up.” He tugged my hand. “Come along.”

We moved down the porch stairs, stopping to put out the candles. I took one last look at the porch. At our pumpkins.

“Think mine held its own,” I said, for the last time.

Axel huffed, getting me settled into his truck before coming around the other side.

The drive back was quiet. Folk music played low through the radio. He held my hand, tracing circles with his thumb.

The cabin was glowing as we pulled up. The sight of it made my throat tight. Home.

I was going to miss the autumn decorations after this. “Do you think we can put Christmas decor up soon?”

“Aye, lass. We’ll make it look like one of those pictures off your Pinboard thing.”

Pinboard thing.

I pressed my lips together. “I would love that.”

“I know. Now stay.”

I frowned as he jumped from the truck and rounded the front. But I understood why a moment later when he opened my door and lifted me out, taking me in his arms. My legs came around his hips, and I crushed my mouth to his. We both groaned.

He walked us up the porch steps and I couldn’t help the way I rubbed up against him. The friction of his cock pressing against my center. My entire body was keyed up. Ready.

Around us, everything glowed with golden light. It felt magical. It just needed⁠—

There.

Axel pulled away as glowing sparkles erupted around us, a mix of orange and purple, like dust swirling in the air, across the porch.

“Little witch,” he growled, his face cast in a strange glow.

“It wouldn’t be Halloween without a little magic, now would it?”

“I’m ready for magic of a different kind.” His lips found mine again, taking me in a crushing kiss. His tongue parted my lips, sweeping through my mouth. I moaned into him.