Anya Bast - Witch Fury

His thumb found her clit and rubbed as he thrust in and out of her. Warm, intoxicating pleasure filled her body and tingled through her sex.

“Are you going to come now?” he asked with a slow, devilish smile. He stroked her clit methodically — with just the right amount of pressure and at just the right pace.

“Uh-huh,” she murmured. Her eyes closed and her breathing caught. The energy of her impending climax gathered in her body, made her feel replete. Closer and closer she grew to the precipice, until the weight of the sensation growing in her body grew too large for her to contain.

The wave of her climax crashed down over her, sweeping her away into a place where she couldn’t think. All she could do was cry out under the force of it, her spine bowing.

Her sex pulsed around the pistoning length of his cock, her inner muscles milking him. On the heels of her orgasm, Theo tipped over the edge of his pleasure threshold as well, crying out her name as his cock moved deep within her body.

When it was over, he came down on top of her, rolling over and pulling her along with him. He kissed her lips and then fell to nuzzling her neck and inhaling the scent of her freshly shampooed hair.

“Live with me,” he murmured.

“What?” The query came slowly. Her whole body was heavy and sluggish with satisfaction and contentment.

“Live with me.” His lips bussed hers. “I want you to move in with me. I don’t think I can handle another night without waking up beside you.” Sarafina paused for a moment, forcing her synapses to fire a little faster. “I would love to live with you, but can we live here instead of at the Coven?” “Here?”

She supposed it was an alien request to a man who’d grown up connected to the Coven, knowing from childhood he was a witch. Why would anyone want to live separately from the people who were like them?

“It’s just that I have friends who aren’t witches, you know? Maria and many others. I don’t want to lose them. I know I can’t reveal every facet of the true me, but I don’t want to completely walk away from the life I’ve been living, either. They mean too much to me.” “I would be happy to move in here with you, Sarafina. Do you plan to take the job Thomas offered you?” She considered for a moment, tracing a line with her fingertip over his luscious bicep. All she had to do was touch this man, and she wanted him.

Okay, that was a lie. All she had to do was think about him or be within five feet of him to want him.

“In this case, yes. I’ll find some cover to use with my friends to explain the job change. That way I can spend the day at the Coven and my evenings with my friends.” She paused, smiling. “And all the time with you.” “Sounds good to me.”

She drew a breath, realizing something. “Only. .” She lifted her head, studying him.

“What?”

“I wonder if you’ll be able to handle my social calendar.” The blood drained from her face. “Do you think you can stomach Maria?” He laughed. “If I can battle demons, I can take Maria. I think a bouquet of flowers and showing how I care about you will go a long way to taming that beast. Trust me, I don’t have a problem with any friends of yours who are so protective. I think she and I can find some common ground.” She snuggled down against his chest and sighed happily. “But perhaps keeping your apartment at the Coven isn’t such a bad idea. We can stay there sometimes, too.” Sarafina still felt torn between two worlds, especially now that the crisis with Bai was over. She had no doubt she would find equilibrium eventually, though. She could face anything as long as she had Theo by her side.

Theo chuckled. “Grosset will have to learn to ride a Harley.” “We can get him a Pomeranian-sized helmet.” He reached over and pulled a small box from the pocket of his jeans. “I’m glad you said yes to the first question, because I have another to ask.” He opened the box and set it on the carpet between them.

It was a diamond engagement ring.

Her breath caught in her throat. “Theo?” He said nothing, only watched her face.

“ Theo. ” She picked up the ring and slid it onto her finger.

It was a perfect fit.

“WE NEED TO GO DOWN.”

Sarafina rolled over lazily in bed and gazed at Theo.

The Coven was hosting a party to celebrate the defeat of the Duskoff and the Atrika . Although apparently, the primary purpose of the party was some mysterious announcement.

The celebration came on the heels of twenty-nine days of mourning. One day for every slain witch — twenty-two witches had perished. The extra seven days were the official Coven mourning period for the thirty-two witches who had lost their magick in the battle.

For the last month the Coven had been a somber place as they all grieved and repaired what had been so badly damaged, both physically and nonphysically.

During the time since Sarafina had accepted Theo’s proposal, Theo had moved into her apartment and made peace with Maria. As she’d requested, he’d kept his apartment, too — a solid tie to the Coven — and they’d spent the previous couple of nights there.

“I don’t know. I’d rather stay here in bed with you.” She laid a kiss to his chest.

Sarafina had an announcement of her own to make, but the thought of it made butterflies rise in her stomach, so she put the thought away for the moment.

“We’ve got the rest of our lives to spend in bed together, baby.” He chuckled low. “I’m really looking forward to that.” She stretched, enjoying her satisfied lethargy and the soreness that came from being well loved. There were some types of pains that were more like pleasure. “What should I wear?” He slipped the sheet off her, exposing her bare breasts and stomach. His heated gaze took her in for a moment, a familiar lust turning his eyes even darker. He lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth and then the other, taking time with each.

It was odd how there seemed to be a direct line from her breasts to her sex when Theo touched them.

“I would prefer nothing at all, but I guess you should go down in a dress,” he murmured.

“A dress,” she answered in the breathless voice that Theo seemed to so often produce in her. “I can manage that, I think.” He rolled off the bed and stood. Sarafina sat up, admiring the bare rear view of him — the long, strong legs and back, and the most perfect male derrière she’d ever seen in her life.

He glanced out the window at the darkening twilight. These days they didn’t have to worry about Bai popping in on them, or Stefan threatening them, so they could do self-indulgent and absolutely exquisite things like spend the whole day in bed. That was exactly what they’d done.

“I guess we should get ready,” she said.

“The party will be starting soon.” Theo reached out a hand and pulled her to her feet. He raised a brow. “Shower?” She smiled. “If you’re in it, sure.” After they’d showered and. . other things, Sarafina pulled on a light gray spaghetti-strap dress and a matching pair of dove gray heels. She added a strand of pearls and pearl earrings, then did her hair in a tumble of boisterous curls and put on makeup.

She finished touching up her lipstick and walked out into the bedroom. Theo stopped in his tracks and stared. “Wow.” “Thank you.” She smiled. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” He was dressed in a charcoal gray shirt and a pair of black pants. His hair, still just a little damp, hung loose over his shoulders and his tattoos peeked from the neckline of the shirt. He held out his hand. “Should we go?” She nodded and took his hand.

Grosset was lying on the couch. When they entered the room, he lifted his head and wagged his tail. After patting him on the head and promising him a walk later, they left the apartment.