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“I-I…” Her voice wavers the higher I go.
“You what?” I ask, my voice low.
“I just got those,” she whispers, closing her eyes as my knuckles brush along the front of her already damp thong.
“Oh? Well, I can always go find you a new pair…” I pull away, smirking as her hand shoots out and grabs my wrist. My fingertips dance over her skin, tracing along the dips of where her thighs meet her hips, and I curl one finger into the seam of her thong and tug it down.
She swallows, her lips parting at the touch, and I crouch down, kissing each inner thigh.
“I have been dying to find out if you taste as good as you smell.” I drag my tongue along her thigh, right to her center. Slowly pushing one finger inside her, I dance my tongue around her clit, circling it. “Gods, you are so wet.” I suck her clit into my mouth, using my tongue to apply more pressure as my finger thrusts faster inside her.
Adara whimpers, her hips raising to meet me. I wrap my free arm around her, keeping her in place. She writhes beneath me, squirming closer and closer. “Gideon,” she begs, breathless.
I pull my finger out as I stand, dipping it into my mouth and sucking her wetness from it. She bites her lip as she watches me, and the mere taste of her almost sends me over the edge. If her blood was lifesaving, I don’t even know if I could put words to how her desire tastes on my tongue. I suck in a breath, staring down at her.
Her body trembles, and I lean over, pausing as I hover above her. She raises shaky hands to my hips, yanking on my shirt until it lifts over my head and is discarded on the floor. She takes her time, tracing the contours of my chest and stomach with her fingers before her eyes swallow me in a galaxy of violet and silver.
A chill snakes down my spine at the gentle whisper of her touch, the heated trail her fingers leave behind as they caress every exposed inch of me. When she fumbles with the button of my pants, I’m close to bringing out my claws again, but I fight back the urge, wanting to experience her touch, drawing out every moment possible. A breath escapes me in a hiss when she reaches into my pants, wrapping her hand around my length. Using one hand, I push my pants to the floor and cup the back of her neck with the other, bringing her up to meet me as I capture her mouth with mine.
I bring my hand between us, dipping my finger into her wet center, and she moans into my mouth. I suck her lip, devouring her moan, her everything. She wriggles, her hips moving as her back arches into me, her breasts pressing into my bare chest. I relish in the feel of her, bringing my hips forward to press my tip against her entrance. I grip her thighs, sliding her down the desk as I press into her. She gasps as I fill her, and I kiss her lips gently until I’m completely buried inside her—a cord snapping so tight in my chest that stars dance in my vision. The mate bond sears itself into my soul, stealing every breath from my lungs.
“Gideon,” she gasps against my lips, her hands tangling into my hair.
I slowly pull out, her walls tightening around me, then I thrust back in, finding a rhythm. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull gently until she tips her head back to expose her neck. My lips cover her in kisses, biting and licking, and my breaths turn heavy. “Be a good little witch and come for me,mia fiamma,” I whisper into her ear, gripping her hair as I pump harder, faster, into her, fueled by her sounds and the feel of her hands wandering my body.
Her walls clench around me again, and I claim her mouth, reaching around to grab her ass and tilt her hips up, allowing me deeper access. I thrust into her again and again until she cries out, her nails raking down my back, making me come along with her.
Gods damn fates giving me this witch as my mate… It might be the one thing I actually thank them for.
Chapter fifteen
Adara
My cheeks flame every time I catch Gideon’s gaze while I wait on the tables, the memory of earlier as fresh in my mind as the soreness between my legs and the pressure in my chest—the mate bond. The bar is packed as usual, and Cali is waiting on the gambling tables as I take over the others. I recognized her as the brunette from Mila’s usual friend group the last time I saw them all here, and I’m grateful that it’s her and not someone else. Someone like Aramin.
Cali bounces past me to the bar, her chestnut ponytail sways in front of me, and she bumps my shoulder with hers when I step up next to her. “Hey, lady. Your tables good?”
“Yeah,” I say. “You need help back there?” I look over at the dark green felt tables, eyeing the greasy haired man holding a cigar. His eyes sweep across the bar as he swivels on his stool, leaning back against the table. Then, he finds me. His hungry gaze lazily travels from my feet up to my face, and he smiles when he catches my stare. I dart my eyes away, feeling the revolting sensation of his eyes still on me.
“Nah, I’m all set.” Cali grabs a tray and sets the round of beers on it, then throws a wink over her shoulder at me. “Wendell knows better than to hit on me. I’m a regular at Anera’s shop, and I’d tell her in an instant if he slipped up.”
I watch her walk back to the other end of the bar, trying to ignore the slimy feeling of Wendell’s eyes on me. Grabbing some fresh beers, I drop them off at my tables before heading back to the bar when a hand snakes around my wrist, yanking me into a dark corner. I yelp in surprise, relaxing as Gideon’s scent surrounds me. He smells like whiskey and the smoke of the bar, and as his arms wrap around me, I cling to him, grateful to have something familiar, something safe.
I smile into his shirt, hiding my face when I think back to the way his hands traveled over my skin, the way his mouth claimed so many parts of me as his, the way I wanted him to—begged him to.
“Why are you still insisting on working these shifts when you don’t have a tuition to pay for anymore?” he says against my ear. His breath tickles the few strands of hair that escaped my bun.
I shiver at the sensation. “I’m not just going to sit around and do nothing.”
“Who ever said you’d sit around doing nothing?”
I lift my head to look at him, a smirk painted on his face with hooded eyes. My cheeks flame at the thought, and I move to step back. “I should get back—”
Dipping his head as he pulls me in, he cuts me off with a searing kiss. His lips press firmly to mine, tongue licking the seam of my lips until I open for him to deepen it. His hold on my waist tightens, and my hands cling to his shoulders. His fingers brush the skin under my shirt, grazing over my waist, and I pull back, glancing around the full bar. He chuckles. “No one can see us here,” he says. “I made this corner dark on purpose, so I can watch the bar in peace.”
My gaze catches on the only person staring at us despite that, and I turn back to Gideon, trying to ignore the sickening twist in my gut at knowing Wendell saw us. I try to give a small smile, but Gideon’s brows cinch, then he looks up past my shoulder at the card tables. The light gray of his eyes is immediately swallowed up by silver, giving his eyes an eerie glow in the dimness of the shadows that we’re swallowed up in. I reach for his forearm, but he’s gone, having used his speed to reach the back of the bar before I could register what was happening.
The bar goes silent as a loud crash comes from the card tables, Gideon throwing the blackjack table Wendell was sitting at moments ago. Cards go flying, raining down on the ground like slowly drifting snowflakes, and a growl tears from Gideon’s throat as he stalks toward Wendell, who’s now sprawled on the floor, having fallen off his stool.
