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And her fingers are completely blue—still bound by the belt I had selfishly wrapped around her wrists. I had been rooting out her desires—which apparently ran dark.
But I hadn’t factored in that playing with a witch came with risks, such as being put under by a spell.
“Fuck,” I curse as I immediately free her.
She whimpers as blood rushes back into her hands and she curls into a ball.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I press my forehead against her spine. “I’m so fucking sorry, Issy. I… I fell asleep and…” No excuse feels good enough for nearly making her lose her hands.
She takes a moment to collect herself and she remains still against me for a long time. She finally relaxes as she blows out a breath.
“I’m fine,” she whispers.
Her words still hold incredible power and I flinch against the whiplash of magic when she speaks.
Her power is easier to manage when she’s looking into my eyes. I noticed that before when she took off my glasses and her words transformed into something sensual and delightful rather than painful.
Although, right now, maybe I deserve the pain.
But I need to know she’s truly okay, which means judging her for myself.
Helping her to turn toward me, I look into her eyes again, no longer afraid I’m going to hurt her with my power.
But still, it doesn’t mean she’s safe with me. Case in point, her blue fingers.
“You’re not fine,” I whisper. “I hurt you.”
“You would never hurt me,” she counters, even if it’s not entirely true. Neither of us can deny that I most certainly had.
I hold her freezing hands that seem cold even to my touch. “This is the danger of being with me, Issy. I can’t promise you’ll be safe. Not even from me.”
She sighs against me, but she’s not pulling away like she should be. “It was an accident. It won’t happen again.”
“No, it won’t,” I agree. “We’re going to make a safe word.”
She blinks up at me. “A safe word?”
“Yes, and not just a word to let me know if I’ve crossed a line. A word that we’re going to spell together so that whatever is happening will stop. It should work on my brothers too if we bind it to blood. Do you understand?”
She seems to consider that, then smiles. “If that’ll make you feel better, then okay. I think I can help make a spell like that.” She glances around us. “It’s a spell that’ll need the perfect rose. I’m not sure where we might find something so rare.”
I know she’s teasing, but it’s a game now, one I want to play. “Indeed. Quite the conundrum. It’ll take an unblemished red rose, a deep red, not a light one. And it needs to have long, wicked thorns. A protection spell will make good use of that.”
“Hmm,” she agrees, sitting up. She rubs sensation back into her fingers. They’re still the wrong color, but the fact that she can move and flex them is a good sign. It means the flesh didn’t lose oxygen long enough to die. “How about a race, then?”
I grin. “Oh? A race for the perfect rose?” I lean in. “And what does the winner get?”
She bites her lip, stoking fresh need through my body. We have yet to make our bond permanent, and my cock is painfully aware of that, but my mate wishes to play.
So play we shall.
“The winner gets to decide the safe word,” she says without hesitation. There’s a sparkle in her eye and I’m not sure if I want to win or let her win.
Either way, it’ll be fun because if I win, I know the safe word I intend to use.
A word she’ll never, ever say during sex.
Because when I finally have her, I’ll never want the fun to end and I’m just selfish like that.
