Page 36 of Witch Bound and Down

"Hazel," he said, his voice strained, his hand tangling in her hair. "If you keep doing that..."

"What?" she asked innocently, then took him deeper, using her tongue in ways that made his hips buck.

His control lasted about thirty seconds before he was pulling her up his body and positioning her over him again. This time, the angle was different, deeper, and they both cried out at the intensity.

They made love with desperate hunger, the potion driving them to heights of passion neither had experienced before. Time lost all meaning as they moved together, lost in sensation and magic and the overwhelming rightness of being together. He took her in position after position, using his strength to hold her weight, to angle her exactly where he wanted her.

When exhaustion finally claimed them, they were wrapped around each other like they'd never let go, their magic settled into a harmonious hum that spoke of deep connection and perfect compatibility. She could still feel him inside her, could feel the lingering ache of being so thoroughly claimed.

"Well," Hazel said when she could finally speak, "that was..."

"Necessary," Bullseye finished, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"I was going to say life-changing."

"That too."

A soft chime echoed through the room, making them both look up.

"I trust you've worked out that little potion mishap?" Bertha's voice announced cheerfully through what was apparently a magical intercom system. "Your friend Hopper is getting quite impatient to get back on the road. Something about making up for lost time?"

Hazel felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but Bullseye just laughed.

"She definitely felt that magical explosion," he said.

"Dragon magic is incredibly sensitive to power fluctuations," Hazel replied. "She probably sensed it from the lobby."

"Do you care?"

Hazel considered it for a moment, then realized that she didn't. Not even a little bit. "No," she said with surprise. "I really don't."

"Good," he said, pressing another kiss to her lips. "Because I have a feeling this is just the beginning."

From somewhere in the inn, his CB radio crackled to life with an urgent transmission.

"Breaker one-nine, this is an emergency broadcast to all units. Sheriff Grizzley T. Lawman has just issued a statewide APB for one Bullseye Maverick, wanted in connection with interstate transportation of illegal magical substances, kidnapping, and destruction of a wedding venue with malicious intent. Repeat, they know who they're looking for now. This is no longer just a runaway bride situation."

Hazel felt Bullseye tense beneath her. "He knows your name," she said quietly.

"Yeah," he replied grimly. "Which means tomorrow, everything changes."

"We should get going," Hazel said reluctantly, though every part of her wanted to stay wrapped in his arms. "Sixteen hours left, and we still need to meet Snowman in LA."

"Five more minutes," he said, pulling her closer. "Then we'll face whatever comes next."

But tonight—or what was left of it—was theirs.

Outside, the desert stars sparkled overhead, and somewhere in the lobby, she could hear Hopper impatiently croaking the theme song from Jeopardy.

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