Chapter Twenty-Nine-Conrad
I still couldn’t believe it. This whole time cats were behind every attempted arson and vandalization.
Not rival Shifters.
Not a Dark Witch Coven.
Or Supernatural Assassins.
Cats.
But as Bella and I walked arm in arm down the moonlit street, the air still thrumming faintly from the magic she’d unleashed, it made a twisted kind of sense.
Displaced familiars whipped up into a frenzy over some half-baked belief that only felines could serve as true companions to Witches.
Jealousy, pride, and bad information—a dangerous mix in any species.
“I still can’t believe they targeted me,” Bella mused.
“You know, the three of you are pretty famous in the supernatural world, Sugar,” I told her, squeezing her hand, needing her to know this wasn’t just some small-town witch drama. “I’d heard of the Witch Trifecta before. I just never knew I’d be fated to one of you.”
She tipped her head, her eyes searching mine, curious and wary all at once.
“And? How do you feel about that?”
I stopped us cold, turning so the lamplight hit her face, dusted with flour like stardust on warm skin.
My chest ached, my Python coiling tighter in my gut.
“I feel positively honored, sweet Bella. You’re my mate. The only woman to ever call to my Python. I know it’s soon, and you’re a Witch, not a Shifter—it’s different for you. But I love you. I will wait as long as it takes for you to accept my claim.”
Her lips parted, the soft pink glistening in the cool night air.
“That might be sooner than you think,” she whispered—and then her mouth was on mine.
The second our lips touched, the bond surged between us like a live wire.
Her magic slid into my senses—warm and sweet, smelling faintly of sugar, vanilla, lemony citrus, and something older, wilder.
It didn’t just brush me.
It wrapped me up, tangling through my veins, stroking over every nerve ending until I felt drunk on her.
By the time we reached her home, made it to her bedroom, I was already half feral with need.
She peeled her clothes away and mine like she couldn’t wait another second.
And I was so there for that.
Waving her hand, my sweet Witch cast a shedding spell that had us both down to our birthday suits, and my hands—fuck, my hands—couldn’t decide where to land first.
The generous curve of her hips?
The plush softness of her breasts?
The silky weight of her hair?
It was like sensory overload, but I could handle it. Handle her.
Hell, I was born to do just that.
“Come here, Sugar,” I hissed, sliding my tongue into her sweet mouth.
I traced the curves of her soft body lovingly, carefully, laying us both down atop her firm mattress.
“Need you, Conrad,” she whimpered.
“You got me, Sugar.”
Then I slid into her tight, wet sheath, and it wasn’t just heat that surrounded me.
It was home.
Her body gripped me like she’d been forged around me, and my Python uncoiled in sheer, unrestrained satisfaction.
Somewhere in that rhythm—thrust, gasp, kiss, sigh—our souls brushed.
A spark leapt, not just in my chest but in my very marrow, like lightning striking ancient stone.
“I’m ready,” she breathed, her voice breaking on a gasp.
Every instinct in me went still.
“Ready?”
Was it finally going to happen? Was she going to let me have her?
My Python coiled inside of me.
“Yes. Make me yours, Conrad.”
My vision tunneled, all sound narrowing to the rush of my own blood.
“I can’t take it back once I do this, Bella. You have to be sure.”
My voice came out rough, the hiss of my other form weaving through it as I drove into her, slow and deep, testing her resolve.
“I’m positive, mate. Claim me,” she moaned—and I felt her body clench around me, the first flutter of her climax already starting.
The Python inside me roared its approval.
My muscles trembled from holding back, but instinct took over.
I flexed my hips first, stroking that secret place inside her. The one that made her moan and clench tightly around my cock—making me want to explode.
But first, I struck—fast, precise—my fangs sinking into the curve where her neck met her shoulder. Her blood hit my tongue like a shot of pure magic, molten honey laced with lightning, and I swear the earth itself tilted.
Pain flashed through her for a heartbeat—then melted into pleasure so intense I felt it ripple through the bond like a tidal wave.
Her orgasm slammed through her and into me, dragging me under.
Oh, but I went willingly.
This little Witch had me in her grasp and I never ever wanted to leave.
Every pulse of her body was a fist clenching around my cock, milking me, claiming me right back.
Mate. Love. Mate. Love. MATE. LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.
Her voice and mine echoed together—inside my head or aloud I wasn’t quite sure—chanting the truth into my bones.
But I wasn’t just claiming her with my bite.
Bella was claiming me right back, and I never felt so honored. So humbled. So ecstatic.
Her magic didn’t just wrap around me—it poured into me, flooding every hollow space inside until I felt too full, too lit, too alive to ever be the same again.
It coiled around my Python, stroking, binding, sealing us together in a knot that could never be untied.
I filled her in hot, pulsing waves, the release shuddering through me in endless rolls until my arms shook from holding her so tight.
“You’re finally mine, sweet Witch,” I murmured against her lips, tasting her, my voice nothing but gravel and reverence.
She nipped at me, that wicked little smirk making my cock twitch hard inside her again.
“I like it when you’re bitey,” I warned, even as she pushed at my chest and flipped us, straddling me like she owned the world.
“Good, cause I’m not done with you yet. Now roll over, it’s my turn to ride, Snake Man.”
“Anything you want, mate,” I promised, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her down on me again.
The bond pulsed between us with every move, her magic, and my Shifter heat winding tighter, hotter, until there was no telling where I ended and she began.
“Come with me, Bella,” I groaned, feeling her walls flutter again. “Let’s find our forever together.”
“Yes,” she gasped—and then we were gone again, into the spiral of heat and magic and inevitability that would be our lives from this moment on.
Mine. Mate.