You awaken you feel someone toying with your hair their soothing fingers creating tingles that shiver down your neck, until they brush a sore spot on your temple. You moan and lean away, and then your whole brain starts to throb. “Wake up sunshine. I know I got you good, but my family is discussing your fate. I think we should have a chat before I weigh in.” You realise you’re sprawled across a man’s chest and borrow your face in his t-shirt too block out the piercing light. He smells good, clean like cedar and citrus. The arm around you squeezes tighter, the hand kneading low on your back. very low under the waistband of your panties. “What happened?” And suddenly it dawns on you that your not seeing anyone, who the hell are you cuddled up with?. When you manage to open your on top of the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. It wasn’t your style to clim into bed with a random guy from a bar, but you’d chosen well. You kiss him good morning, but he turns the chaste brush of lips into more. That’s when your magic screams: vampire! In an instant your brain snaps back into focus and you jerk away from him only to realise your chained to the headboard, the shackle is iron A witches weakness. The vampire under you seems perfectly content to be there, even… happy to have you sitting on him.