Page 20 of Blood Witch

Trust was hard to come by, and harder earned from someone like me. Even so, I wanted to trust Fin. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make myself stop kissing him back.

Was I selfish?

Greedy?

Foolish to think he could want me back?

Like really want me. Not just because I was handy or willing.

Shit.

Maybe I was all the above. Maybe I was turning into everything I used to make fun of. Just another cliché. Maybe it was just my humanity showing, and even I could not fault myself for that.

Goddess, the man could kiss.

His arms wrapped around me tightly, and I molded to the hard planes of his chest. I was a little self-conscious, being so thin. But I couldn’t help that. My appetite had been all out of whack since I started needing a certain crimson fluid.

I moaned into his mouth as his tongue traced the tips of my ever-present fangs. Oh, they only descended when I was feeding, but thepointinesswas always there.

Who knew that was an erogenous zone?

Little zaps of need shot straight through my core, and I clutched his shoulders, rubbing myself on him shamelessly.

It was crazy how one man could kiss me and make me lose all sense of time and space. I melted into Fin, knowing I was safe in his arms, loving his reactions to me. I could feel his lust in the hard, throbbing pipe in his pants, and fuck, was it big! He pressed his hips into my belly, and I growled in response.

I’d never made that sound before, but the man seemed to bring out the beast in me, and shocked as I was, I could not stop. And I meant that to my marrow. His lips felt so good as we kissed, and kissed, and touched, and petted, and I wanted—no, Ineededmore.

Fin moaned, his grip on me tightening. I opened my eyes, shocked to see the runes on his face glowing against his skin. He was so beautiful. Lit up like Christmas. I wanted to keep on kissing him. I never wanted to stop. Even though we could be caught any minute going at it like bunnies in the hallway with the door open. Even though he’d been sent here to destroy me.

That thought sobered me when no other thought could. I supposed Fin was destroying me. Just not in the way the Council intended.

“Your thoughts are so loud,” he whispered, slowing our kiss and caressing my face ever so softly.

But I didn’t want to stop. Not yet.

“Kiss me, Fin. Make them go away,” I begged, and he did not leave me wanting.

For the first time in my life, I felt powerful, in control, and sexy, of all things. His arms came around me, and he crushed me to him as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. The ginger bright taste of him had me moaning, drowning in his flavor, and I just could not get enough.

I knew it was a bad idea to maul the man in the common room, but what could I say?

Passion got the better of us. A rumbling sound, followed by a giggle and anot so authenticcough, was what finally separated the two of us. Lucky for my ego, Fin was having as hard a time as I was catching his breath.

“Are we interrupting?” Tana asked. The fire witch held an un-popped bag of microwave popcorn. I simply blinked at her dumbly.

I sighed and dropped my forehead to his chest to try to calm the beating of my heart. Fin squeezed me tight, then cupped my cheeks, lifting my head till I looked at him. I knew my face must have been blushing bright pink, warm as it was.

“Goodnight, salty Mabel,” Fin whispered, dropping a quick kiss on my lips before winking and taking off.

“Remind me why I decided to live with you guys,” I whisper-groaned, watching Fin’s retreating shadow as he made his way to the elevators.

“Because you love us. We’re your best friends. You wanna hang with us,” Tana sang terribly off key, wiggling her butt, and making her mate raise his eyebrows.

“Brandon, you best check your witch,” I told the dragon hybrid and stomped off to my bedroom.

Tana was still singing horribly when I closed the door. But I was not mad at her. Not really. In fact, it was a good thing she interrupted us before I did something really desperate like tear my clothes off and beg him to take me against the wall.

Crossing my eyes, I giggled as I slid under the covers. I was too wound up to sleep, so I grabbed my tablet and found something to read. One of my old favorites, a paranormal romance about a demon and a human, fated to be mates. It was predictable and sexy, sweet too, which is why I kept re-reading it.

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