Page 74 of Which Witch Is Wicked?
"But you aren't really a person, are you?"
"Neither are you, my witch."
"I'm not yours." Tierra de Moray belonged to no man.
"And that is where you are wrong. You carry my child. Part of you ismine." He stood broad of shoulder and narrow of hip, tall and domineering, and if she didn't get away from him now, he'd have her, and she'd be lost.
"You need to leave." She took a step back, and his eyes flared. "Right now. My sisters—"
"Will never catch us." He lunged for her, tore the broom from her grasp and wrapped his arms tight around her. His wings flared wide, and before she could gather air in her lungs to scream, they were airborne.
Killian shot them straight up into the sky so fast that tears leaked from her eyes. Tierra could do nothing but hold onto him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, her legs anchoring around his hips.
He groaned and nuzzled the side of her neck, his warning a whisper on the wind, "Don't let go."
She glanced down and wished she hadn't. Vertigo assaulted her and she gasped for breath to the point that her head swam with dizziness. Tightening her hold on Killian, she prayed, calling out to her sisters even though she knew they couldn't hear her. She was disconnected from the earth, from her power.
Fear needled in, sharp and furious.
What if he dropped her? He could so easily take her to the edge of the atmosphere and let her plummet back to earth, to her death. Hadn't she just come to terms with the fact that she wasn't meant to be in the air?
But more than being off the ground, more than not having contact with her sisters, it was Killian who truly frightened her. He was Death. Stories throughout history had mentioned him, legends, mythologies, fairytales.TheBible. He was the Grim Reaper and she a captive in his clutches.
And worst of all, part of her thrilled at it.
Demented. I am demented.
Their trajectory switched and the ground suddenly rose up to meet them. She screamed, finally finding her voice, certain she'd be hitting the earth and splattering all over it. She hid her face in the crook of Killian's neck, knowing she wouldn’t survive another moment. He chuckled, the sound rippling along her nerve endings like he'd skipped a pebble into a pond. Before she knew it, her feet were on solid terrain.
Power returned, surged with such force that she gasped. Her head fell back on her shoulders, her mouth opened, and her eyes closed in the blissfulness of recoupling with Mother Earth.
He held her in his arms, his breathing raspy, and she felt his arousal hard and heavy against her. She raised her head and looked at him, his dark, slumberous eyes holding her as captive as his arms. She wanted him and knew he read it in her gaze, the way her body leaned into his.
"Tierra." Her name was a tortured groan on his lips.
He reached up and tore the wreath from around her neck, the action breaking the spell he had her under. If she didn't do something now, he'd have her under him in the next heartbeat.
"Don't youTierrame, you son of a bitch. How dare you dothat? Pluck me off the earth, tear me away from mysistersand my—" She stopped herself before she revealed just how powerless she'd been soaring high in the sky. Instead, she raised her hands and moved the soil under him like a conveyer belt, shooting him ten feet back from her.
Now, that felt good, powerful and downrightsatisfying.
For added measure, she quaked the earth below him, ready to bury him six feet under liked she'd done before.
He flapped his wings once, hovering safely above the ground. "You will notburyme again," he growled.
"Want to make a bet?"Ooh, this was heady stuff.She hadn't let loose in a while.
He drifted her direction, moving those glorious wings just enough to keep his feet off the grass. Instantly, she felt small and defenseless below him. Maybe Aerin was right about the damn flying business.
"Let's call a temporary truce," he said. "We really do need to talk."
"You didn't bring me here totalk, and where the hell ishereanyway?"
"Look around you."
She did and immediately calmed. "You brought me to the Standing
Stones? Why?"
