I walk over to my bike, bypassing drunks, after having said farewell to my co worker before heading home. It was her turn to close tonight at the bar and I was exhausted.

“Smile for me, baby!" a man yells out across from the parking lot.

My middle finger flies up in response before I ignite the engine and drive out of the parking lot. A few minutes later, and a few backroads later, I enter the usual quiet inside my home. I suppose most people would be going to sleep now but I had another agenda. I had promised a friend of mine that I would make her a potion for her husband’s receding hairline.

“Why hello darling. I think its quite past your bedtime," a deep voice says, startling me from the shadows.

“Daniel. What a pleasant surprise,” I hiss back in response. I take off my jacket and set my things down in the kitchen before pulling out a bottle of scotch and another of brandy. I knew I shouldn’t have invited him over a couple years ago. Now he had entry whenever he pleased.

“Sarcastic as ever,” he chuckles before stepping out of the darkness. His dark hair and golden eyes and chiseled frame from head to toe are mesmerizing. It could easily make even Apollo jealous. I can’t help but smile. In truth, I had missed his company.

“What exactly are you here for? To share a drink?” I wink before handing him a glass of brandy, while I took the one with the scotch.

“Something like that," he steps forward, violating my personal space.

“I’m actually here for a favor," he whispers. His frosty sweet breath brushes over my face and I involuntarily step back.

“What type of favor?” I coyly respond, before opening the fridge and pulling out some leftovers from the day before.

“You want some?” I joke, fully aware that I might as well have offered him a can of dirt, as I put some chicken and vegetables into the microwave. Daniel is a friend of mine, that went far back a couple of centuries. Being a witch has its perks.

The feral look in his eyes only reminds me of what I am dealing with.

“When was the last time you fed?” I ask him, suddenly cautious. Daniel had a limited food source: live blood. Witch’s blood was extremely addictive, while vampires secreted chemicals in their bite to make the feeding process enjoyable. When a vampire fed on a witch, a severe addiction could be created. Unless you were a vampire’s soul mate, it was only a matter of time before you would be dead.

“That’s the favor," he replies before taking a sip of the brandy.

Instantly the mood between us stiffens. My body is tense and ready to defend itself if necessary. A hungry vampire was not something to mess with.

“How bad is it?” I ask. For him to ask me for blood meant true desperation. He knew the risks of the implications.

Granted, he would pop up and leave every few months or so, but would at most stay for only a day or two. Was I really his first choice for help? Did he want me to lure a human to him? I had never done that before and I wasn’t sure if my conscious would allow it.

“I haven’t fed properly in the past two and a half months," he grimaces before tossing the rest of his drink down the sink.

“What happened?” I ask, confused and worried. With the latest craze on vampire fiction, how could he have a shortage of willing and living blood bags?

“More or less, I had a bad run in with some of Curiel’s pack. They hit me up on witch’s blood, got me hooked up on it, killed her, and were hoping I would die a slow painful death from the withdrawal. Obviously their plan didn’t quite go the way they wanted it to," he states, walking towards my couch and plopping down. He closes his eyes before rubbing his temples.

“And Curiel?” I reply, absorbing everything he was telling me. Daniel and Curiel had a blood splattered history of their own that I hardly knew about except for the deep hatred between the two.

“Alive, but hiding."

His voice is tense. His eyes travel up and down my body as I walk towards him with a scotch bottle in hand. A warm rush goes through my inner extremities in response. Daniel had always had the ability to make me squirm underneath his gaze, unlike any other male. Even incubi could not do that to me.

“So, what’s the favor?” I ask, plopping right next to him and taking a swig.

He looks at the floor, not anywhere near my face.

“Would you be willing to give me blood?” he questions.

I look into his golden eyes and I can feel my insides tremble. Now that I could see him in the better lighting, I could see the toll they had had on him. His hair isn’t as shiny and his skin has lost its glow. Essentially, he is falling apart.

“Tell me one thing. If you and I were in reversed positions, would you give me blood?” I question him. My mind is reeling from the implication. His addiction to witch blood would manifest itself onto me and unless he could control his narcotic bite, both of us would be sent into a downward spiral.

“I’m not sure I would," he replies, sighing and hanging his head in defeat.

My finger tips tease his hand, before entwining them together. It was a perfect fit like it always had been. I look up at him, my grey ones meeting his gold ones and I squeeze his hand reassuringly.

“You owe me after this," I tease before exposing my wrist to him.

Daniel looks at me with gratitude before leaning forward and kissing me lightly on my wrist but not puncturing the skin.

“Daniel, what are you--” I start, confused that he won’t feed, but Daniel interrupts me.

“Shhh. Just relax, I’m a quarter incubus, don’t forget that.”

I don’t quite understand the implication before lust fills my body. The last rational thought I have escapes my mind and I sigh in pleasure uncontrollably as he continues up my arm, to my lips.

His lips are sweet and his intoxicating smell overpowers my thoughts. The intensity of the kiss begins to build and soon enough I am straddling his lap, our lips smashing together. I bite his lower lip, asking for entrance into his mouth. Like a trigger and a pistol, I am flipped underneath him. His eyes have shifted to all white.

"You should be scared," he teasingly chuckles before kissing up and down my neck, careful not to pierce the skin with his fangs.

"Should I?" I tease back, running my hands through his hair. Lust was clouding my judgement.

"What if I take too much blood? There's no guarantee I can control myself," he whispers before sucking on my earlobe.

A soft moan escapes my lips in response.

"I can take care of myself," I manage to reply, my hands tracing the planes of his hard chest. A large growl erupts his chest and his lips attack mine.

His movements are sensual, igniting the passion between us. His hardened member rubs itself against my jeans, making me frustrated at the barriers between us. I quickly shed his t-shirt off of him before kissing him again. The layers of clothing separating us quickly reduces down to nothing. His lips capture my nipple before descending down my abdomen, teasing and sucking the skin until he licks my core.

My thighs shake as he pries my legs apart, devouring me like the starved man that he is. The room spins and a gush of wind enters the room. My moans fill the room, competing with the wind inside. I lose control of my body underneath his touch, making my magic flow out, lifting the objects in the room. As his lips ravage my clit, a hurricane surrounds us. I gasp and moan in response at his talented tongue.

Daniel smirks as he brings me to the peak, but doesn’t push me over the edge, making my body taut with anticipation and desire. His long body lays on top of mine before kissing me, his hard member poking me and going everywhere but where I wanted, no, needed it most.

Sparks fly between us, and I lose myself in his taste. My hands roam his dark curls and I wrap my legs around his waist. I needed him inside of me, and all over me. I want his smell, his taste, his blood, everything, the good, the bad, the ugly, all of it from him until I felt he was an extension of myself.

I grasp his member and line it to my entrance but he swats it away. He teasingly strokes my slit and taps my clit with the helmet of his cock. I rock my hips, trying to impale myself on him but he skillfully evades my movements.

“Don’t play games with me," I growl, frustrated.

He chuckles. His eyes have returned to their normal golden state and he kisses me before lining his cock to my entrance. He holds onto my neck and forces me to look at him as his cockhead gently prises my lips apart. Slowly he pushes forward, filling me, making me throw my head back in pleasure. My inner walls squeeze around him tightly, milking him and encouraging him to move inside me.

“Look at me,” he half whispers and half grunts.

I force my eyes onto him, as he continues to conquer my insides. Black fire ignites and extinguishes everywhere our bodies touch, leaving a burning trace and hunger for each other. The storm around us that I have unintentionally created spins faster and faster around us. The air is picking up electricity and the clouds darken.

Moving slowly, he thrusts into me. His large cock stretches me and creates squelching wet noises with each thrust. My hips meet his with every movement, joining us together and speeding up the tempo. He tilts his hips and my body instantly tenses. My nails dig into his back as he continues to forcefully thrust into me, throwing me over the edge, but never stopping. My body shakes and spasms around him but he doesn’t stop.

Thunder booms around the room and lightning crackles inside the living room as his hips continue to thrust more rapidly. Our mouths meet, and we devour each other. His lips descend down my chin to my neck and suckle the skin. Daniel’s fangs graze the skin, nibbling and feeling the pulse underneath, all while his hips jerk forward faster and with a swift bite. I feel fangs pierce the delicate skin of my neck.

Ecstasy like hot magma flows through my veins, and I spasm around him. My core throbs uncontrollably, and my legs wrap around his waist, holding him in place before I bite into his shoulder so hard I can taste his blood. My energy flows into him, and his flows into mine. His hips jerk violently, spilling his hot seed inside of me, and I feel as if I have lost my breath as my hips grind against his, prolonging our orgasms.

The mini hurricane I have created dies down as we catch our breaths. Cold sweat covers our tangled bodies and I open my eyes to find his face over mine. A gentle, loving smile covers his lips before kissing mine lightly.

“Mind letting us down, babe?” Daniel chuckles.

I open my eyes only to find us levitating five feet above the couch. Carefully, I settle us down onto the warm, comfortable couch. Daniel rolls off of me and gathers my naked body next to his. Sparks fly between us as a lingering reminder of how much I had lost control. Mini hurricanes were not part of my usual sex life.

My body feels exhausted and my eyelids shutter closed as Daniel traces butterfly kisses on my shoulder and wraps a huge arm around my waist to pick me up and lead me to the bedroom. I offer no resistance and snuggle against him more until I see a mark on his neck.

A dark swirling tattoo in the shape of a salamander, my coven’s crest, arises from the bite mark on his shoulder. That could only be possible if…

In a rush I go to the mirror and look at the mark on my neck. Lovebites are all over my neck but the most distinguishing, unexpected feature is the tiny white scar where his teeth punctured the skin. The rapid healing could only signify one thing.

Daniel walks up behind me, placing his head in the crook of my neck, staring at me through the mirror. He whispers two words, “Soul mate.”