Page 94 of Elora and the Crow

She stared in mute surprise at Briggs’ grim face as he studied the tightly interwoven branches. “Let me go,” he said.

“This isn’t me,” she said.

He scowled. “The fuck it isn’t.”

“It isn’t,” she said.

He growled at her, and her anxiety flashed hot and bright within her. The shifter would kill her if she didn’t do something. He’d rip out her throat and drink her blood.

Her magic flared, the beautiful green light within her obliterating her fear. The branches groaned, creaked, and tightened around them, pressing her against Briggs’ hard body.

“Stop, little witch!” Briggs shouted as the branches squeezed harder. “You’ll crush us both.”

She should stop. She needed to stop. But she had never felt her magic so strongly before, and it was magnificent, exquisite… sublime.

She fixed her gaze on the man she was pressed so intimately against in their cocoon of rough branches and sharp pine needles. His broad chest, those pretty blue eyes, and the angular jawline didn’t send just magic rushing through her veins.

Arousal mixed in with the magic, the two twining together until she didn’t know which she wanted more. That heady rush of power or the man before her.

She cocked her head and studied his lips. “You’re so pretty,” she said as the magic flared through her, pulsing and demanding its freedom.

Branches wrapped around his arms, too thick for him to break. They pulled his arms away from her body and lashed him to the tree trunk. Despite that, he stared at her without even a hint of fear in those blue eyes as she bent her head toward him. She had to kiss him. She needed to kiss him. She would go mad if she didn’t.

Cece, no! He doesn’t want this and can’t stop you, not with your magic.

His body swelled as a deep growl in his chest vibrated the air around him. The branches that lashed him to the tree creaked and groaned, and she heard the ripping sound as his jacket tore across his shoulders. He was starting to shift, and if she wanted her kiss, she needed to do it now.

She pressed her mouth against his firm lips, and the magic within her hummed its approval. The man before her was the key to her magic.

Take him. Fuck him. Claim him.

She pulled back, staring wide-eyed at him. He was no longer on the verge of shifting, but his big chest heaved for air, and she could feel something hard and insistent pressing against her belly. He returned her look, his pupils blown completely wide as he licked his lips. With a low groan, he kissed her this time, his mouth demanding and insistent, his tongue pushing at her lips. She parted them and welcomed his tongue into the wet heat of her mouth.

Bright magic flared within her, and she moaned at the perfectness of it, the hard demand of his mouth, the soft caress of his tongue. He was hers, and she was his, and her magic hummed through them as images of soft carpets of green grass, wavering meadows of daisies, and forests of towering trees covered in ancient moss flickered through Cece’s head.

Briggs’ kisses were everything she’d ever wanted, and she didn’t care that he was a stranger. The cold air heated around them,and a clump of snow that clung tenuously to a branch fell on Briggs’ shoulder with a softflump.

She needed him inside of her, needed what would undoubtedly be a thick cock spearing into her over and over until that sudden ravenous ache deep between her legs was finally satisfied. Until he gave her what she needed to turn her puny attempts at magic into something so real and powerful that the whole world trembled before her.

The branches shivered against their bodies and loosened just enough for Cece to shove her hands between them and work at Briggs’ belt. The branches slid back and released his arms, and with a low growl, he immediately tugged at the button of Cece’s jeans. White hair threaded through the dark stubble on his jaw, and she could see fangs peeking out from between his perfect lips.

She unbuckled his belt, her trembling fingers working hard to unbutton his pants. He raked down her zipper and nipped her jaw before kissing his way to her ear. “Do you want to be fucked, little witch?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, fuck me.”

Green light glowed brightly in their cocoon of needles and branches, turning the snow at their feet an eerie green colour. The magic pulsed between them, and Briggs gave her a dazed look that sent tendrils of unease skittering up her spine. She was doing this to him with her magic. He wanted her only because her magic commanded he did.

The light dimmed, and her magic receded as the branches trembled lightly. Common sense made an appearance as the horror and, yes, disgust that she was using her magic this way spiked in her brain.

This was wrong.

This was dark magic.

Nothing that felt this good could be allowed.

“Wait,” she gasped, “we can’t -”

His mouth slammed down on hers, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth as he cupped her pussy through her jeans and squeezed tight. The magic blasted through her body, and the all-encompassing need to make this man hers sang a siren call she couldn’t resist.

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