Chapter 42: Go Time, Baby

Cane gently bit my neck. I gasped in surprise and pleasure before groaning when his rough tongue licked the wound. He stroked the thread between us as he explored my neck and lips, nibbling and biting, before his hands pushed my t-shirt up, exposing the utterly mundane bra I'd chosen to wear.

He didn't say a word, only stroking my skin until I felt on fire with an internal fever.

"Cane."

"Mmm?"

"Can I—?"

He lifted his head, burning golden eyes searing into mine.

"You can do anything you want, Aspen."

I blinked at the heat of promise in his words. Should I tell him? That this was my first and probably only time? I never thought of my virginity as a gift. It felt more like a curse. Markham and the High Priestess coveted it and protected it with a fervor bordering on zealousness when I was in the coven.