Page 29 of Blood Witch

Why should I wait to show him what I wanted when he was right here?

Mind made up, I bit my lip and sucked in a deep breath of air. My Goddess, he smelled divine.

Ginger and spice, and everything nice.

Fuck, I was rhyming, but that was what the man did to me. Turned me into a poet, though a mediocre one.

Shut up, Mabe.

I really needed to heed my own advice. No more thinking, I wanted to live in the moment.

With him.

Only him.

My heart beat slowly at first, then more rapidly. The edges of my vision turned crimson, and I felt desire well again, like a rising tide. I took one step, then another, and another until I was in his space.

“I don’t want you doing something you are unsure of, Mabel,” he whispered, cupping my face, and using my full name again. It was the only thing he ever called me, and secretly, I loved it.

I rubbed my cheek against his warm palm, loving the gentle way he cradled me, like I was something precious. No one in my recollection had ever held me like that.

Yes, something was going on tonight, but I was outside, with Fin, under a canopy of stars and moonlight, with music in the background and magic dancing in the air. I could not have stopped this any more than I could have stopped a tidal wave.

“I’m sure, Fin,” I whispered, and closed the distance between us.

CHAPTER10

Fin’s mouthmoved hungrily against mine as he hoisted me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning into our kiss. The sounds of people moving closer brought my head up.

“I know where we can go,” I murmured, and he released me reluctantly.

I grabbed his hand, using a shortcut I’d learned in my first weeks at Westwood. We avoided the crowd, cutting through the Winter Forest. Poor Fin had to duck a lot to avoid hitting the low-hanging branches of some rather stubborn oaks and black walnuts. Any other time, I would have giggled. But I was on edge as it was.

The moon was a huge flaxen ball in the sky, casting a pale glow on everything it touched, including the way into the main building. Westwood Academy was built on land that used to belong to a magical family, but that was a long, long time ago. It began as one lavish, sprawling mansion, but other buildings and annexes had been added over the years.

A true wonder of magical architecture, Westwood had more hidden levels, secret rooms, and passageways than any Nancy Drew novel I had ever read. Right then, I was really glad I bothered with all that sneaking around when I had first arrived.

My hormones were out of control, and my pulse was racing like mad. Fin growled deep in his chest, bumping into my backside as I stopped before the hidden panel that would lead us to the room where I used to crash. I moaned as he grabbed my hips, pulling me into the hard, throbbing contours of his body.

My own body heated in response. The scrap of black cotton I wore as a pretty thin excuse for underwear was soaked, and my nipples formed two tiny beads under my silk crop top. I closed my eyes, lifted my hand, and used magic to unlock the spell I’d placed on the secret room, allowing us inside.

Fin followed me, never letting go as I led the way to the mattress I’d used. Thank goodness I had left it there. The room was clean, though no one had been living in it. I flicked my wrist and the sheets I’d left lifted and dusted themselves off while I turned in Fin’s embrace and tackled him backward onto the makeshift bed.

“So damn sexy, Mabel,” he growled, pulling me on top of him.

His body was so hard, so hot, that delicious ginger and smoky spice scent of him was making me dizzy and I wanted to rub myself all over him like a cat in heat. I tore open his shirt, my gaze riveted to the runes covering his body. They looked hot and painful, but he hissed out a sound of abject pleasure when I ran my hands over them.

That was about the time I lost my mind. Reaching for his buckle, I stripped his pants away, a small part of me aware that as we touched and licked, kissed, and felt each other up, he was undressing me too.

Fuck, it felt so unbelievably good.

I was shivering and sweating by the time we were both naked.

Every touch seemed amplified, every kiss mesmerizing. Either Fin was a sex god or I was. Something was so different about tonight, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but when I rolled the condom onto his cock and impaled myself on his thick hard length, both of us moaned at the intensity we felt.

I heard rivers of blood rushing through our veins as our hearts pumped hard and fast, and our bodies moved together, desperate as we were to find oblivion in one another. That sound was like music to my ears, drowning out everything but us.

Every sharp intake of breath, gusty exhale, pant, and moan, and the slapping slide of our skin as we fucked was all I heard or wanted to hear. Fin was everywhere and everything. He was the only thing. And I wanted him more, even as I took him. He was so big inside me, stretching, burning my tight sheath.

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