Immortal Night by Emily Goodwin & The Midnight Coven

Author:Emily Goodwin & The Midnight Coven [Goodwin, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-13T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 7

I gather a handful of brunette hair in my hand and pull it to the side. The woman I’m fucking from behind—who’s name I didn’t care to learn—grips the headboard and moans loudly. I drive my cock deep inside of her and bring my mouth to her neck, fangs sinking into her skin.

She tenses for a moment, shocked from the pain. It subsides quickly and I put my mouth around the wounds, sucking in a mouthful of blood. I bring a hand down between her thighs, pleasuring her with my fingers while I feed.

I come right after she does, but I don’t feel satisfied. Licking up the blood that drips from her neck, I take her hand and put her fingers over the two little punctures on her neck.

“Keep the pressure,” I tell her and pull away. We’re in my bedroom, and dawn is quickly approaching. My automatic blinds will come down at any second, keeping my house light-tight during the day. Light from the outdoor lamps filter through the room, and when the woman turns, hair falling over her face, I get hit with a vision of Callie.

Dammit. I should have brought a blonde home with me instead.

I want to forget about her. I don’t want to think about her again. She’s annoying. Probably more than a little fucked up in the head.

And she’s a witch.

I shouldn’t want to see her again, but as soon as the vision of her enters my mind, there’s a fluttering inside me like my dead heart is trying to beat again. She unnerves me in the best way possible, and it’s been a good seven centuries since anyone—dead or alive—as been able to do that.

“That was amazing,” the woman pants, flopping down on the bed. “I’m exhausted.”

“You should get going then.” She starts to push up on her elbows in protest. I caught her eye and have her under my command. “Go home,” I tell her. “Take a shower and get some rest.”

She nods and slowly gets out of bed, gathering up her clothes. I meet her downstairs once she’s dressed, and hand her a glass of water. She takes a big drink and then leaves the house. I lock up after her, going up to take a shower myself.

My mind is still on Callie when I get into my bed after showering, and I know it’s going to be a long fucking day until night falls again. Because until then, I’ll be thinking about her.

About the way her green eyes flash like stained glass in a lightning storm when she’s angry.

About the way her breasts rise and fall as she breathes.

The way the magic she so easily conjures illuminates her beautiful face.

Fuck. Me.

Or better yet, fuck her.

Eliza is right that I need to fuck her out of my system. Though I have a feeling once I fuck her I’m going to want more, and I don’t necessarily mean more of her pussy.

As annoying as she is, there’s something else about Callie drawing me to her.

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