Little witch

The Witch and The Wolf

Titus POV

The bike roared beneath me as I sped down the darkened streets, Adeline pressed close against my back. Her arms were wrapped around my waist, and I could feel every slight shift she made. It was both maddening and intoxicating. Blaze was restless, urging me to do something—anything—to close the distance between us.

_Her scent, her touch, it's driving me insane,_ I thought, trying to push Blaze's relentless push out of my mind. _Focus, damn it._

Blaze, however, wasn't interested in listening. _Our mate,_ he growled, _she's ours. You need to claim her._

_I know,_ I shot back, _but I'm trying to keep my head on straight here. We have to do this right._

The motel came into view, and I slowed the bike, the engine's rumble easing as we rolled to a stop. Adeline's arms loosened around me, and I took a moment to steady myself, my focus split between the overwhelming pull I felt and the necessity of handling the situation carefully.

Zander pulled up behind us, and the low growl I let out was meant only for Blaze. I could feel him pushing, his presence a relentless drumbeat in my mind. The last thing I needed was to lose control in front of her, but Blaze wasn't making it easy.

As I swung my leg off the bike, I reached out to help Adeline dismount. Her movements were tentative, her hands gripping the edges of my jacket as if she was still unsure of what to make of the situation. I wanted to ease her anxiety, but it was hard to focus with Blaze's incessant urging.

I turned to face her, my hand finding her waist as I gently lifted her off the bike. Her body was warm and curvy against me, and I could feel her heartbeat—rapid and unsure—through my own racing pulse. I set her down softly on the ground, my hands lingering on her waist for just a moment longer than necessary.

"Thanks," she said quietly, looking up at me with those wide, dark green eyes. The gratitude in her voice was tinged with something I couldn't quite place, and it only made the pull stronger.

I didn't trust myself to speak, so I focused on taking off her helmet. I reached up and unfastened the strap, lifting the helmet gently from her head. As I removed it, my fingers brushed against her hair—copper strands that seemed to glow even in the dim light. Her eyes met mine, and I could feel the weight of her gaze, the tension between us almost palpable.

Zander, who had been watching with a barely contained smirk, finally spoke up. "So, Titus, are we gonna stand here all night, or are we going to invite our new friend for coffee?"

The comment snapped me out of the haze I was in, and I shot Zander a glare. "Quiet," I muttered, turning my attention back to Adeline.

I cleared my throat, trying to find the right words. "Adeline," I began, my voice rough but earnest, "would you like to meet me for coffee in a few days? We can discuss your stay and how things are going."

Her eyes widened slightly, and she looked hesitant. I could sense her hesitation, but Blaze's impatience was a constant buzz in the back of my mind.

After a moment of silence, she nodded slowly. "Alright," she said softly. "A few days. I'll meet you then."

The relief that washed over me was almost overwhelming, though Blaze continued to purr with approval. I nodded, trying to keep my composure. "Good. I'll see you then."

As she turned to head back toward the motel, I watched her go, feeling a strange mixture of satisfaction and unease. Zander's smirk was back, and he gave me a playful nudge.

"Nice save, man," he said, barely containing his laughter. "Now, let's get out of here before you turn into a complete sap."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't shake the feeling that things had just become a lot more complicated. Blaze was insistent, and my own mind was a whirl of emotions I didn't fully understand.

One thing was certain—Adeline Wildes had already managed to stir up more than I'd ever anticipated. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't deny the pull she had on me.

I was going to have to navigate this carefully, and hope that when the time came for our coffee, I'd be ready to handle whatever came next.