Ink & Dagger (Sins of Eden #1)

7. Chapter VII

Chapter VII

Jaxon

“ C ome here,” I ordered, careful to not let my magic slip into my words as I spoke.

She may not have picked up on it before, but I’d already tempted her with my magic a few times. Like this morning when I pushed thoughts of what I really wanted to do to her into her pretty little head. It was so fucking tempting to do the same now, but I held back to gauge her own reaction.

Standing from her tattoo bed, she pocketed the blade she’d pulled on me, set down her half-eaten food on the desk, and walked up to me with confidence in her stride. The obedient way in which she’d respond to my command made my heart race wildly in my chest.

Hell be damned and I was the sinner, I wanted to ruin her. I really wouldn’t have minded giving her a jolt of Lust, just to see what kind of heights I could take her to, but this reaction to me was all her and I fucking loved it.

“You’re not like most Witches, are you?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

I already knew that she wasn’t. Something about her was special. Emily didn’t respond. Instead, she shifted slightly, rubbing her thighs together to relieve the ache that my presence was causing.

The gold flecks in her dark green irises glowed brighter as she held my stare. It was as if she could see into the very depth of my soul and I longed to read her thoughts for just a moment to find out what she was thinking.

Did she know just how dangerous of a game she was playing? Could she feel this all consuming need like I could?

I slowly reached behind her, pulled the stylus pen from her hair, and admired her thick black strands as they fell in waves over her shoulders. As I leaned back, I inhaled the essence of her pheromones. Her lust was more potent than a shot of nitro straight to my veins and it fed my magic more than any being ever had. I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, tentatively brushing her cheek with my knuckles, and trailed the back of my fingers down the side of her neck.

Emily’s breath stuttered as she leaned into my touch and bit her lip. Her fingertips ghosted lightly over the Baphomet tattoo on my forearm as I held her face.

“You like my work?” I asked with a smirk.

“You did that? It’s stunning,” she breathed.

I chuckled. “You don’t live for fourteen billion years and not pick up a few hobbies along the way.”

She coughed in surprise and laughed before shaking her head gently. She traced her fingers over the pentagram and looked up at me with a soft smile.

“You know, Sweet Witch. I think I would like a tattoo,” I cooed.

“Is that so? And what would you like?” She whispered, as if the bubble that surrounded us in this moment could be popped if she spoke too loudly.

“A snake,” I smirked.

“Like - a viper?” She asked, assessing a few of my other tattoos.

“Close, but I’m thinking more like a ball python. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Her full lips formed an “o” as her eyes darkened with desire. I pulled my black Henley over my head and tossed it on top of my jacket on the bed before grabbing her hand to tug her closer.

I placed her palm against my sternum and dragged it up the corded muscles of my chest, between the valley of my pecs, and smiled as her eyes followed the movement. Her hand trembled slightly against my flesh as she sucked in a sharp inhale.

“I was thinking riiight here,” I told her, bringing her hand to the side of my neck and grazing our twined fingers just beneath the shell of my ear.

The intensity of her touch against my flesh caused a shiver to run down the length of my spine and I bit back my groan. Being this close to her, I wanted to fist my hand in her thick hair and kiss her hard, make her come completely undone for me and force her to feel this burning connection between us.

“Would you prefer me to sketch it up first, or free hand it?” A beautiful blush tinged along her ivory cheeks as she spoke.

“Mmm, free hand is perfect. I love the idea of being marked by you, Sweet Witch.”

“Now?” She breathed, quickly pulling her hand away.

“Right now,” I purred.

I let my eyes roam freely up and down her delicious figure as she turned and began prepping the machine. From behind, I could see the way her skin flushed and the way her body trembled for me. I loved knowing that I affected her like this. That I could burrow my way under her skin and make her yearn for me like I did for her.

Moving over to the side of the tattoo bed as she brought the tray over, I gripped her hand in mine and tugged her closer to stand snuggly between my thighs. My throbbing erections ached to be seated to the hilt in the heat radiating between her legs as I inhaled her delicious pheromones.

My magic pulsed and tingled up my spine as I absorbed the essence of her. I could smell Emily’s arousal the moment she woke up and saw me. It was sweet and heady, like a gourmet meal set out just for me to feast upon. After being trapped in our little bubble of solitude for so long though, I couldn’t take it anymore.

The urge to taste her lips and swallow her throaty moans as I broke her apart was becoming unbearable.