His beloved witch

Chapter 15: The threat of a war

-Blanche-

Andre kissed me. That is how it started.

I felt he was taking more than he was giving in that kiss. So, I kissed him back.

He tasted my lips, sucked my lower one, nibbled it. I bit him playfully, too. He pinched my waist again, making me open my mouth to protest. And Andre used the chance to enter my mouth with his wet, hot tongue.

It was delicious to feel him.

The tingles I felt when his tongue touched mine, making circles, exploring me, made me wet my panties.

He held me tightly against him; I was getting dizzy from his hot kissing. My breast was pressed against his hard chest, my arms were around his neck pulling him closer to me. I did not have enough of him and I wanted more. His hair was smooth when I passed my fingers thru it.

It pleased me to sense the lower part of his body getting warmer and harder against mine.

I was not thinking at all, and neither was Andre.

I had my eyes closed just feeling, enjoying his kiss, his touch, his muscular body... I loved his tongue caressing mine. He was f*****g me with his tongue, and it was bloody amazing. I would have moaned if he did not have my mouth so busy; I fought him for dominance over the kiss, but I still made sounds of pleasure.

We were devouring each other while his hands roamed around my body, and I clutched at his clothes while he squeezed my butt.

I enjoyed every freaking second of that possessive kiss and his shaft rubbing in me.

We both were out of breath when he broke our kiss. My heart was running wild when I opened my lids, and before I could take my arms away from him, he kept them there and looked at me with such intensity that scared me. My heart leaped.

Andre was panting with a smile on his face and gave me a soft peck with his eyes open.

Why would he kiss me like that?

He knows I am not the female he needs. I was going to speak, but he gave me another soft kiss on my swollen lips, then some more on my cheeks, and pulled me up to his level, burying his nose in the spot between neck and shoulder. He took in my scent like was oxygen to live.

It was so f*****g erotic, intimate...

He kissed that sweet, sensitive spot on my neckline. I gave him all the access he wanted to kiss my neck. Why not? Between his kisses and the friction of our bodies against each other, I was on cloud nine.

Sometimes the prelude before s*x is better than s*x itself. And Andre was delivering a sample of his skills on the matter. I wished I did not make that promise…

Andre lapped my neck, planted wet kisses, tasted the skin there… f**k, it was pure pleasure. As if that part of my body was wired with the one between my legs. He knew what he was doing to me. I felt his smile against my skin as the scent of my arousal filled his nostrils.

I allowed myself to lay my weight on him for support...my legs were like jelly by then. I moaned as his lips caressed my heated skin.

Then I felt his teeth on my neck, biting me softly.

I have not felt this ever before… This fever, this burning inside of me for a male. However, his bite on my neck was getting more and more painful… It sobered me up. I realized what he was doing, and I pushed him away.

His Lycan whimpered, but that did not stop me from taking a few steps away from him. He did not pull me in. Andre and his Lycan knew they did wrong.

I touched my neck, and I breathe in relief. He did not mark me, but his beast wants it... his mark on my neck. I felt it.

“Never without my consent!” I glared at him.

I have not had a male in a long time, and Andre was an excellent kisser. Damn him! He made me forget everything around me.

I am sure there is a red mark on my neck by now that will be a huge and flashy hickey later.

"I am sorry," Andre apologized and raised his hands. "I got carried away."

I looked around, but Silvia was not there anymore.

Shit!

How long were we kissing? I did not notice when she left.

I found a note with Silvia’s handwriting over Stefan’s desk that said, “Give him a chance!”

If it only were that simple.

“I understand. You had to get it out of your system,” for the sake of his Lycan and my need. That kiss was something else, for sure. A good memory for the future.

“Oh, Blanche… I want you in my system, and I want to be in yours!” He purred, getting closer to me.

His closeness aroused me again. His eyes flickered red once more and Andre looked at me like the dangerous predator he was.

"I will not be your mistress, side thing, chick, or whatever the hell you are thinking.” I made him stop in his tracks.

“What? Who said that?” He sniggered, feeling a little offended by my words. "My mate is my Queen. You are my mate, so you are my Queen." His hands were on my hips, dragging me closer. He nibbled my earlobe, sending an electrical current thru my body.

I wanted to feel the tingles one last time. No! Bad Blanche, stop! Do not get lured by his sexiness.

“Did you hear what I say before?”

“Yes.” He grinned.

“I do not understand.” What is it going on with this Lycan?

“What is that you do not understand? Blanche, you are mine; you feel the bond; you are coming home with me... Today.”

“When did I sign for all of that?”

“Female, you kissed me back.” He took a step forward, and I took another backward. The smile never left his face.

“Oh, that…” How to explain the kissing and almost dry humping each other. “You kissed me first!” I accused him. “Why?” I raised my chin, daring him to speak. “I am not Luna Queen, nor Lycan mate material. I am just a witch who cannot give you children. I am cursed.”

“The Lycan King does not have a Luna. You will be Queen. My Consort.”

Andre did not listen to a word I said. Instead, he took one more step after another towards me. I backed down until Andre trapped me between his body and a wall. One of his hands rested on the wall close to my head, while the other one was next to my waist. And this lower body pressed to mine.

"Why do you not listen? I cannot give you what you want! It cannot be!"

“I have told you this already… I need you, Blanche.” I gasped. Andre irradiates heat and a pull on me that I cannot explain.

“But…”

“I have never wanted a mate or children before I met you. I want what you can give me. And if you cannot give me an heir. I do not care because all I want is you.”

This male is so good with his tongue and glibness.

“What? Come on! You are a King; you need descendants for the throne!”

“I have three sisters, one of them can produce an heir in the future.” That solves that issue but…

“Would your Kingdom want a witch like me as your mate? A witch as Queen? Some might even believe I bewitched you." That will happen for sure.

A witch as the chosen mate or the girlfriend of an average Lycan will not stand out in Saint Isabella town, but as the mate of the Lycan King, living in Lycan territory… I can only see trouble and conflicts raining on me.

"Blanche… I am the first Lycan King blessed with a fated mate. And my Kingdom treasures fated mates, it is a rare blessing for a Lycan." His minty breath fanned my face. I gulped loudly, and he smirked. “I doubt a spell can make someone feel the way I do now, but if it does... I want to stay bewitched by you.”

Andre has the best lines ever. He is dangerous for any heart, not just mine.

“There are no second chance mates for Lycans, Blanche. But even if there were, witch… After that kiss, there is no way for me to give you up. My Lycan is crazy for you… He wants you; I want you…” s**t! His lips were an inch close to mine, and I licked my lower lip, awaiting his mouth on mine. “Do you understand what I am saying?”

I wanted to say no. I did not know what he was talking about. It was just that I wanted his kiss. I even closed my eyes, but the kiss did not come.

“I am never letting go of you, Blanche." There was a smile in his voice.

When I opened my lids, I saw that sexy smile.

He was teasing me; Andre was making me wait for it! I got angry and pushed him, but he did not budge.

“Even if I am not strong enough to push you out of the way, move out of respect to my wishes,” I complained in high pitch.

“Why should I? You want me close.” He stroked my cheek, and my face leaned on his hand. Crap! It is all because of that kiss! Focus, Blanche!

"Andre… I still cannot fully believe that we are mates. I do feel a pull towards you. I cannot deny it, but you are f*****g hot!” It is the truth. “There should be a lot of crazy females after you for that. And a lot more than that because you are a young, non-mated King. I am just like any female in that aspect.

 I am attracted to you."

"That is a start." He is smiling brightly. "You are into me."

There is no winning against Andre.

"So, what to do now?" I challenged him, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“We attend this party, greet them all, dance together…” He nibbled my earlobe again, although his aim was my neck.

I wiggled my way out of him, and this time he gave me space. He moved, allowing some distance between us.

“Then we say goodbye to your friends, and Adela can pick up your stuff and send it to my Kingdom, or we can leave with what you are wearing. I do not mind… I can buy anything and everything you want, Blanche,”

“I live in Silver Rain territory… I have a business with Clara, and it is doing well. I cannot just abandon everything and leave with you." Andre looked at me, puzzled. "I have a life of my own, my King." He liked to be called King.

“In summary, your highness…" He did not like the way I addressed him this time. "I am not moving out. We can visit each other and have dates until we decide together to move forward on the relationship.” Andre growled lowly. But it was not scary… Holy crap, Andre did not scare me! I thought about it for a second.

The Lycan of Leon used to scare me when he was mad because it brought me terrible memories, but with Andre, even his anger was different for me. Somehow, I knew he would not hurt me.

“Visits and dates?” He asked me, still unsure.

“We will have to check our agendas and coordinate. But I will give this emotion between us a chance." I want to explore it and see where it goes. Andre smiled at my offer. "However, I must warn you… I cannot have s*x with you.” Things upfront so Andre can give up sooner than later.

“What? But why?”

“I knew you would react like this.” Andre blushed. “Well, I had a bad breakup…" I looked at him to confirm the Lycan was not losing his mind.

"He hurt you," Andre stated; he did not ask me. Anyway, I kept talking.

"My ex-boyfriend disappointed me. And I gave up on males. I promised it to a fairy friend at Blue Wings I would not have s*x for a year." It had a good intention.

"There must be a hole in that agreement."

"No, it was a witch's promise."

“What does it mean?” He asked, intrigued.

“It is like a blood oath for Children of the Moon. I will die if I break that promise.”

“It is fine. We can wait for it. Time can pass fast when having fun, and we can have a lot of fun together, Blanche." Andre's voice is deep and seductive when he talks to me like that.

“We date and we will see if we are truly compatible.”

The smile on Andre changed. It was not one of his sexy or naughty smiles. This was an evil smirk.

“I did not exactly agree to all of your other terms, my Queen.”

“Excuse, me?”

“I promised to my staff that my mate would sleep in my palace tonight and you will do it, Blanche. I stand by my promises.”

“Why would sign a check without funds?” Andre looked at me, confused. “You cannot make promises on what it is other’s decision.”

“You are my mate, and I…”

“I guess you did not pay attention, my King. I have told you how things were going to be for me to accept to be your mate.”

“But Blanche, you have accepted me already,” He chuckled.

“When did I do that?”

“When you offered to give me a potion to reject you. I cannot reject someone who is not my mate… And remember, you have just said you feel the pull. It is the pull of the mate bond.”

“No, I…” I huffed.

“My Queen, Stefan said I could take my female if she acknowledged the bond between us. You did it… You are mine.”

I am no longer holding my tongue.

“You are not the boss of me! And you are not my owner! I decide whatever the f**k I want to do with myself. And I offered to date you while living in Silver Rain. I do not care if we are mates, no one forces Blanche Lebrun to do something she does not want to!” I snapped at him.

He just stared at me in silence. I could not meet his eyes.

"I can be a little explosive sometimes, and I curse like a sailor… most of the time." I felt bad for yelling at him. "In my defense, people who curse a lot are the most honest. But I am sorry for yelling.”

Shit, and more s**t. He stayed silent. Anyway, Andre better taste my spicy character now. He can still reject whatever this is between us.

“My offer for the rejection potion is still open if you…”

Andre kissed me again, shutting me up. This was a hard kiss. He wanted to possess me, punish me and somehow, he did. I was wet and in need. I will have to change my underwear.

“Stop offering me that f*****g potion, Blanche!” Andre yelled, cursing, too. I am sure my eyes look like big round plates now. The King of Lycans can curse!

“I can take anything you throw at me, female. You want to yell, you want to curse, fine! We both can do it! Together!” He pinned me against that freaking wall. If my gown were not tight, I would have jumped on him and circled his waist with my legs.

I am going to fantasize about walls after this meeting with Andre.

"I mean it when I said, you are mine. I am not letting go! It does not matter what you did or what you do." His eyes were red again, but it was him… “Mine! Always, mine!” Andre and his Lycan were one and in agreement with that.

Andre released some steam from his Lycan.

I smiled at him instead. The Lycan King, Andre, the male, was brutally honest while angry. Not proper, not contained, just him. I believed him after that outburst.

“I do not fully trust you yet." I stroked his cheek, soothing him, and his eyes turned green. “I do not want to expose myself… " He deserved an honest explanation. "This is new, and it scares me."

“I will not hurt you. Do you want me to swear it on my blood?”

“No. I would never ask you that.” I smiled at him.

I began to like the tingles on my fingertips when I touch him.

“There are more things about me that you do not know, like the curse that caused my infertility, my past…”

Andre grabbed my hand and kissed my fingers, one by one, adoring them.

It was so alien to me being offered a mate, especially one like him... What is that the Goddesses planning?

“I do not care about your past. I just want you by my side.”

“Andre…” The more I said his name, the more I wanted to repeat it. Damn the pull. “I need some space, time to understand this." Work always helps me to think better.

“I am sorry, Blanche. I would like to give you whatever you ask, but I space… time away from me, I just cannot.”

I rolled my eyes at him and tried to turn away. Try is the word… Because Andre pulled me in a hug, and I hugged back him this time, enjoying the tingling of his hands on my back.

“What are you going to do about it?” I asked, teasing him. “I am my own person, my King. I decide for myself, and I decide…”

I was about to offer him a couple of weeks together in his territory to see how it feels. But Andre had to open his mouth before I did...

“War… my dearest. I can start a war for you.”