Page 58 of Bad Witch

Her eyes widened. “Don’t…why would you do that?”

“Because you taste delicious.”

Her gaze slid to my mouth, then back up. “I do?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Curiosity filled her pretty eyes. “H-how do I taste?”

“Like spiced honey,” I rumbled.

“Really?”

Pussy was pussy. I liked to eat it. But I’d never tasted anyone like Tempest. I knew that was how it would be, though. No pussy tasted better than our mate’s, and my mated brothers had said the same. They were right. Temp tasted like no one else. I’d never bothered to describe the taste of a female before, and even if I had, spiced honey wasn’t what I would have come up with. But that’s exactly what Temp tasted like to me, fucking addictive. “Yeah, really.”

“Well, that’s…nice.”

I smiled, couldn’t help it. With the shit that came out of her mouth, it was impossible not to. “Yeah, it is.”

“What now?” she said.

“Now we do whatever you want. You want me to get you off again, just say the word. You want to hang for a bit, then I get you off again, we’ll do that⁠—”

She sat up. “As lovely as that sounds, I should probably head home. I have pets.”

I didn’t want her to leave. “They won’t be okay on their own for a few more hours?”

She shook her head. “I really need to get back.”

I slid her skirt down her shapely legs. I didn’t want her going anywhere, but I had to pretend this was casual. “Whatever you need.” I stood, then lifted her off the couch. “I’ll give you a ride home.”

She grabbed her bag from the floor. “Oh, that’s fine. I have a ride.”

“What ride?”

“My, ah…friend. She’s visiting someone around here and offered to drive me home.”

She was suddenly looking cagey, and it was clear to me that what she’d just said was an outright lie. The female couldn’t lie worth shit. And there was also the fact that her fingers were crossed behind her back. I could see them in the mirror. What was going on here? “I’ll walk you out,” I said instead of asking her a bunch of questions like I wanted to.

“This is just casual, Fender. I don’t need you to walk me out.”

There was a desperate look in her eyes. What was going on here? “I know it’s casual, Temp. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna treat you like a piece of disposable ass. A male walks a female out.”

“I’m asking you not to,” she said, her shoulders stiffening.

Fuck. I lifted my hands in surrender. “No problem,” I said, lying through my teeth. “You don’t want me to walk you out, I won’t.”

Obvious relief slid through her eyes as she turned to leave.

“Think you forgot something, peaches.”

She stopped and turned back, searching the room.

“We’re lovers now, right?”

Her pretty throat worked as she swallowed. “Yes.”

“You kiss your lover before you leave, Temp,” I said, a fuckload of growl in my voice. She was hiding something, and it was hard not to feel a sense of rejection at that. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to⁠—”