Page 14 of Wicked Witchmas: Elara & Tripp

Tripp and Payton had stopped on the sidewalk and stared at her. Her sister with concern, and him with horror.

Firm resolve stiffened her spine.

“Just once, I wish you’d see me as something more than a joke, Tripp Nightshade,” she said with conviction. “See that I can be wicked and worthy of your lofty self! Oh, what I wouldn’t give to make you kneel at my feet and profess your undying love!”

The shoe in her hand heated up, and one by one, the jewels lit, pulsing with a breathtaking green glow.

“VeryClose Encounters,” she murmured, fascinated by the display, disappointed she didn’t hear the orchestral theme of the movie in time to the repeated rhythm of flashing lights.

Footsteps thundered up the stairs, and the banging on her door was obnoxiously loud. Compelled to ignore it, she kicked off her sneakers, straightened her sock, and drew on the first boot. It felt like Heaven in a shoe, and she hopped from one foot to the other, standing taller with each press of her heel. Satisfied with the fit, she drew on the other and sighed.

Perfect!

Tingling started in her lower extremities and traveled upward. She pressed her thighs together as the wave of heat started a fire in her lady cave, similar to the feeling Tripp had created with his kisses. Next, a surge of warmth caused her stomach to tighten, and her breasts became heavy as her nipples contracted into tight buds. She never wanted to have sex more than in that moment, and if Tripp happened to walk through her door, he wouldn’t know what hit him.

“Elara! Open the door!”

Why didn’t he use his power like the last time? She’d have welcomed the magical muscle display.

“Elara!”

The ground rumbled, like when they’d kissed. His desperate voice coursed through her, and she closed her eyes at the thrilling tickle it created. A purr escaped her throat. She wanted him to stroke her all over. Pet her like a cat. Lick her pus?—

The door slammed back on its hinges, and there he was, resembling an enraged bull. Breathing hard, eyes wild, face flushed.

He was magnificent.

Tripp’s gaze widened as it swept over her hot face and down her body, and he looked decidedly ill at ease the second he noticed her new boots.

“Take those off.” His voice was just above a croak. “Do it, Elara. Do it now.”

Feeling wicked, powerful, and decidedly rebellious, she laughed. The husky voice wasn’t her own. Or it had never been in the past. New Elara appreciated it, though.

“If you want to have sex with me, Tripp, you need only ask.” She winked, giggling as his jaw dropped. Smoothing her hands down her breasts, over her abdomen, and finally, along the curve of her hips, she grinned. “Or maybe not. Maybe I require a man willing totakewhat he wants.”

An outraged flush began at his neck, riding the skin along his clenched jaw to settle on his high cheekbones.

Oh, those incredible cheekbones!

Third only to those penetrating dark eyes that were second to his glorious, glorious shoulders.

“How about you remove your shirt first,” she suggested, sashaying to him.

He seemed frozen to the spot, incapable of complying. Once she reached him, she pressed her hand over his pounding heart.

Stretching up, she ran her nose the length of his chiseled jawline, inhaling his intoxicating scent. “Why, Tripp Nightshade! If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were in awe of little ol’ me.”

“Elara?” Payton’s voice caused a strange effect, like lightning crackling through Elara’s veins. “Hey, sis.”

A wave of dizziness caused her to sway, sending her stumbling sideways. Tripp caught her in a stunningly quick move that stole what was left of her breath. The muscled arm supporting her waist was pure steel and caused her blood to hum.

“Yes,” she whispered, meeting his burning gaze. “The answer will always be yes.”

“No,” he ground out. “Mine will always beno.”

Instantaneous fury, born from his rejection and her humiliation, exploded in her brain.

How dare he?

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