Page 43 of Unhinged Magic
I didn’t want to believe it, but I could not see a way out of this situation.
In front of me, Wesley’s body physically shook, the vibrations off him pulsing into my chest still jammed up against him. My head rested against his back, my hand gripping his shoulder. I drew in a shaky breath, the scent of him dragging into my nostrils, all spice and sex. If I was going to die, if this was it, at least I was with him. My last touch, last kiss, last smell, would all be him.
Tears fell down my cheeks, soaking into the material on his jacket. Footsteps came closer. When the door of the closet opened, I smashed my hand over my mouth to stifle a scream.
I waited.
My breath still. My muscles tight.
Wesley’s body shook more intensely. His hand clenched mine on his shoulder. Our fingers laced together like he knew this was it. That we would die together.
I could have never prepared myself for what came next.
“I could have sworn someone was in here,” the woman said, uncertainty spilling into her tone.
Her partner replied, half-serious. “Maybe in the throes of passion we were love drunk.”
A scoff. “I’m certain I smelled mated blood.”
The doors closed. A muffled sob left me.
Wesley’s fingers tightened around mine.
I peeked out from behind him to where the vampires had retreated. I heard the front door shut, plunging the house into an ominous quiet again.
The room stayed eerily silent.
When he was certain they were gone, Wesley slowly pushed the closet door open, his hand clutching mine as we ventured back into the room.
I couldn’t push back the tears that blurred my vision.
“I’m sorry, I must have lost concentration when you were...” He didn’t finish his sentence.
My bottom lip trembled. “She knows. How cantheyknow?” My chest tightened in quick breaths that I struggled to control, my composure slipping away with every passing second.
Wesley wrapped his arms around my waist. “Hey, it’s ok.” He swiped away a tear with his thumb.
White-hot heat sliced through me; anger I had never felt before suddenly fueling myeverything.
My self control snapped, as if bent to its last will. “This is not okay! How can you say this is okay?” I scrunched up my fists, scared to let them go as my magic gathered in them, desperate for release. “How canvampiresfeel our bond and I can’t?”
Wesley wrapped his hands around my own. “Hey, we’ll figure this out. I promise. I will not stop until our bond is fixed and you’re mine in every sense of the term.”
I wanted to believe him, I really did, but the more time that passed made me doubt we could fix this. I stared up at him, the promise in his every blink no longer charging my own belief. “I feel lust Wesley.Desire. But I want to feelyou.” My hand lurched forward, landing on his chest, searching for some magic pull, a tow of emotion to explode inside me and finally click, but it didn’t. “How will I know?”
His hand covered mine, a smile creasing his cheeks. “Trust me, Skip. You’ll know.”
He pressed his lips against mine as if sealing his promise.
Wesley
Iwantedsodesperatelyto tell her everything. How her scent spiraled me to places I wasn’t sure I was ready for, her smile alone inflicting her mark on me.I ached for her heart to mirror the inconceivable throb inside my chest. A constant reminder of the bond that currentlywasn’t.It warped my thoughts, rattled my self-control.
I needed to be with her. To beinsideher.
Thinking about the sounds of her as she came over my fingers the previous day made my dick throb. Skye had no idea what making her come as we watched the couple fuck did to me. Each of my senses catered for simultaneously. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. She couldn’t deny she enjoyed it. Her juices dripped over my hand as I sent her over the edge, speaking to an untamed kink just waiting to be explored. A kink I likedvery much. To watch.
Yesterday had turned into a fucking wet dream come true.
