Page 42 of A Roar for Magic

“I’m going to be so deep in you, you won’t have a choice but to accept we’re destined to be together. I’m never gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to do. But I think you stop yourself from believing we can have something real because you’re scared.”

She gulped, his words hit too close to home. “Scared? Scared of what?”

“You want to be loved. And Clover? I’ll love you till the day I die. Starting right now. You want me. So make the choice. Make the decision your heart has already made. Stop letting fear control you.”

She licked her bottom lip and hated how much she wanted him. How badly she wanted to believe him but also how her heart kept telling her to go for it.

“I want you, Clover. I’ll always want you.”

Ah, crap. She was really going to go for it. “Okay, Rook. I choose you.”

He took her hands and pulled her off the sofa chair. Her feet weren’t on the ground very long. He hauled her up into his arms, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist.

Clover reached between them and positioned his cock at her entrance. He arched his hips up while she dug her heels into his ass. He pressed her back against the wall of the cabin, pistoning his hips. Her body burned with every thrust into her. She sucked in hard breaths and clung to him, reveling in the way he filled her. She bit his neck, her hands traveling up his naked torso.

Clover couldn’t get enough of Rook. She moved her hips with his, meeting each of his thrusts. It was so good, so right. How could she walk away from him now? It felt as if their bodies and souls were merging.

“You feel so good, little witch,” he growled into her ear. “So hot.”

She silenced him with a kiss, dipping her tongue into his mouth. Rook moved inside her, going fast and hard. Her body squeezed at his length and he growled with pleasure. The sound almost sent her over the edge all over again.

Her breath hitched, and she moaned his name. She was so close. Her nails dug into his back, her heels pressed deep into his ass. Her body wound tightly. Then, she unraveled. She came apart, screaming in his ear. He increased his pace and fucked her through her release, drawing it out.

Rook wasn’t far behind. He came with a roar, spilling inside of her. He kissed her softly, buried inside her. Neither wanted the moment to end.

He carried her to his bed, and before she knew, he was kissing and groping her again.

“Rook?” she asked with a dry throat.

“Mm?” He kissed her breast and licked her throat.

“What…um…what are you doing?”

He glanced up at her, his grin pure sin. “You didn’t think we were done, did you? We’re just getting started.”

Oh.Oh.

TWENTY-FIVE

Rook couldn’t focus on the quarterly reports spread across his desk. His mind kept drifting to last night—the way Clover’s magic had sparked against his skin, how perfectly she fit in his arms, the soft sounds she’d made when he kissed her. The way she moaned and…he really needed to stop where this was going or he’d end up embarrassing himself. His tiger paced restlessly, already craving her presence again.

A knock interrupted his pleasant memories. “What?”

Banner stepped in, one eyebrow raised at Rook’s tone. “Someone’s grumpy this morning. Trouble sleeping?”

“I slept fine.” Better than fine, actually. With Clover in his arms, he’d never slept so well.

“Right.” Banner’s knowing smirk said he wasn’t fooled. “That’s why you’re grinning at expense reports.”

Rook quickly schooled his expression. “Do you need something?”

“Just dropped by to remind you about the lab tour you set up with Clover. Though from that dopey smile, I’m guessing you hadn’t forgotten.”

“I don’t do dopey.” But his tiger perked up at Clover’s name. They had plans to work on the spa’s signature scent today, combining their different approaches into something unique.

“Sure, you don’t.” Banner dropped into a chair. “So, you and the little witch...”

“Don’t start.”

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