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But then he’d clapped eyes on Quinton Alexander, spread lies about me, and wanted to chase after his cock instead.
Like I said, poser.
When he died, I’d felt responsible for it, even though I’d not been at fault.
Then I’d just felt… alone.
Swallowed whole by a bone crushing loneliness that I’d felt for so fucking long. I was so sick of it that it spun me into a deep depression that had me thinking some fucked up things I had no business thinking about.
I tried to stay the fuck away from people for a while after that shit, but it seemed like I always got sucked into other witches’ bullshit these days even though I didn’t want any part of it.
Then Ariel Kimber asked me to do some fucked up magic with her. I told her to shove it, and then I got an invite to her wedding, but not by her of course. Well, not to her actual ceremony, that had been private, but to the party afterward.
At first I hadn’t wanted to go, but I really like Quinton and thought that maybe we had a shot at a real, honest, genuine friendship, and I didn’t want to spit on that because I thought his lady could be a brat.
So I went.
And that was when I first laid eyes on her, Isobel—the dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty who’d sucked my soul right out with one look at her. Even though she didn’t know it yet, I’d handed it right over to her for safe keeping. I never wanted the damn thing back again.
Now I just had to figure out how to tell her that.
I might have taken the liberty of stalking her a little bit after the wedding. The only approach I’d been able to make had been at Rain’s shop, and I was finally desperate enough to walk my ass in there so I could meet the beauty.
I worried Rain saw right through my bullshit lies and excuses for having been there, but it’d been too late to turn back at that point.
Now I was here, pulling my Charger up to some rustic cabin in the woods that looked like a serial killer probably owned it, and my fucking palms were sweating because I was so damn nervous.
I parked my ride, grabbed the food and beer, and got out before I could change my mind and bolt like a chicken shit.
I found out that she lived with Rain when they weren’t related nor in a coven together. I also found it interesting that Romero seemed low-key obsessed with her. Either they both wanted to fuck her, or I was losing my damn mind.
I knew everyone in the community had been raised to just know that their female would never only ever be theirs alone if she was a witch because they were so rare and sought after that they could have their pick of the litter, and they nevereverjust picked one.
I had never thought about sharing before because I’d never had a woman before, but thinking on it now… well, I really didn’t like it much. Especially not with those two old fucks. Or really anyone for that matter.
That just meant I had to convince her to like me more than them or anyone else.
There was no hope for me because I was fucked up in the head, but maybe I could hook her on me before she figured that out and then maybe she wouldn’t care.
No one was that lucky.
I opened the screen door and knocked on the front door. Rude, I know, but she was expecting me, so I didn’t think she’d mind all too much that I’d been too forward and opened that first door without permission.
Someone ought to talk to Rain about putting a lock on it so she never had to worry about opening the door up to someone unpleasant being in her space.
I hadn’t felt any kind of ward while driving down the long driveway, and there’d been nothing as I made my way up to the front porch. Either there was no protection set up on the place, or Rain was stronger than I’d first given him credit for. It just meant I would have to keep a closer eye on him and never,everturn my back on him.
She didn’t make me stand out there for long before she opened the door, but I did think better about it and had shut the screen door before she could greet me. I wanted her to feel safe with me, and I never wanted to do anything to make her uncomfortable.
Her long hair had been braided into two braids that hung down her front almost to her waist. She had zero makeup on, and the matching set of pink pajamas she wore was so small and tight on her generous chest that I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, and as soon as her nipples hardened, I’d get a full-on show.
She was a goddamn wet dream in the flesh.
My dick started to get hard from her just opening the door and smiling shyly at me. I was so fucked, and it was just going to get worse.
I prayed like a motherfucker that she didn’t notice the tent starting to pitch in my damn pants. Talk about awkward.
I tried thinking about kittens and teddy bears for toddlers, but that shit did nothing to deflate my dick. That was how strong of a pull this woman had on me.
