Page 106 of Bad Witch

Kurgan growled.

“I’m sorry, but it must be done,” he said to the big male. “And you must return to your quarters.”

“Lenny,” he said again, and again, he didn’t elaborate, but his face looked strained.

“Take him,” he said to Ursula, who had come back a moment ago. “I need to be alone,” Lucifer said to the room at large, then scooped up a small black cat and strode through the door.

Fender frowned after him, and so did Ursula.

The handmaid seemed to shake herself. “Come on, Kurg, let’s get you back to your room.”

Kurgan tossed his head like a furious lion. “Lenny,” he snarled. “My female…needs me.”

His voice had become ragged, and his eyes were glowing red again. I stepped back as Fender stepped forward. “Do as they say, brother, and there will be more days above ground.”

“Lenny,” he said, and his voice was raw and animal. “She needs me,” he said again.

Urs cursed. “We’ll get Jagger to go by her place and check on her, okay?”

“Do it, now,” Kurgan said.

“Okay.” She pulled out her phone.

“I got this,” Roman said to Fender.

I didn’t know Roman that well, not really, but I could see he was punishing himself over what happened with Zari in Pan’s realm.

Fender took my hand and led me from the chaotic room.

A short time later, we were walking through a gateway onto the clubhouse parking lot. It was dark, the middle of the night. Fender carried on toward the main doors, leading me down to the dens and his quarters.

I could have insisted he take me home or extricated myself before this went any further. I should end things between us now, before things became even more complicated and painful, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not yet.

I wanted to be with him tonight. I wanted to be with him in truth. I wanted to know what it was like to be with a male, this male.

I wanted Fender to make love to me before I walked away and never came back.

Chapter

Thirty

Tempest

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The den was quiet as we walked silently along the tunnels and into Fender’s quarters. It was easy to tell that he wasn’t fully back to his old self. He was Fender, but I could also feel a wildness rolling off him, more so than usual. He was still feeling residual effects from Pan’s awful realm.

If ever there was a night he would give in to what I wanted, it was tonight. Maybe it was dishonest of me, but I needed this—I needed him. I needed to know what it would be like to be his in every way before I walked away for good. What I wanted wasn’t important. Fulfilling my duty had to come first. Being the Matilda, had to come first. It didn’t matter how much I cared for Fender, my feelings weren’t more important than saving the lives of those who needed me.

When he shut the door, I went to him. He caught me in his arms as if he had expected it, as if he was as desperate for me as I was for him. His mouth came down on mine, gentle at first, but he quickly responded to the power of my need with his own, and his hit me tenfold. His hunger vibrated through him, through me. The beast was right there, and he answered the call of my own desire with a low, rumbling growl.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” I said against his lips. “It has to be tonight, Fender. Please, it has to be tonight.” Because tomorrow, I would be gone, and I wasn’t coming back.

His breathing was ragged, but he still fought his need for me as he cupped my face with a trembling hand. “There’s no hurry, peaches.”

His words were gentle, but his big body vibrated from just how much he wanted me too.

“I don’t need to wait; I don’t want to.”