Page 103 of Unhinged Magic
The tension dissipated the moment I was alone with the man I loved. The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. But if this was my last night with him, I would hold him in my arms until dawn spilled its brightened hue over us. Until the very last second.
Moving to Wesley’s side, I pulled off his boots and socks, resting them on the floor beside the bed. It felt wrong undressing him this way, unbeknownst to him. But if our mate bond had any healing capacity, I needed to be at his side. Unbuckling his belt, I loosened his pants, tugging them over his thighs and off him. I struggled with the bedcovers, pulling them from beneath him until they covered him to his chest. I climbed in beside him in my underwear, curling myself around his body, our legs tangled together. The cold of Wesley’s skin bristled the hair on my arms, and I pulled him closer. Resting my head in the crook of his shoulder, I lay there, waiting.
I curled my hand under his top, my hand on his chest.
“Please come back to me. I don’t think I can live my life without you.” My voice pierced the room’s silent blanket.
I pushed away every negative thought threatening to stampede my mind. He would come back to me. He had to. I lay there for hours, willing his chest to rise as sure as the stars would fade. Eventually, sleep tugged me into its powerful grip, my prayers left to the unseen force that was fate.
Wesley
Warmthenvelopedme,wrappingme in its cozy arms. My eyes fluttered open before closing again, the weight of them so heavy it took every ounce of my will to pry them open.
Confusion roused me as I took in the familiar surroundings. I lay on Skye’s bed, her arms wrapped around my side, her legs threaded through mine. Her body held me closely, as if afraid to let go. I breathed in the scent of her hair, letting it sink into my senses like I always did, the carnal urge of the mate bond pulling me closer to her even more than usual. The decadence of it felt infinite.
As if her scent awakened me entirely, memories of the manor flooded my mind.
Of seeing Skye’s lifeless body, only to end up in the void with her. And Landon.
I let go of a deep breath to keep the anxiety brewing in my chest from imploding. Holy fuck. Had Landon really passed over? That would mean…
I nestled lower, letting Skye’s head fall to the pillow to capture every inch of her in my sight.
She looked like hell. My perfect, mascara-streaked, messy-haired form of treasured hell. Because that’s what Skye and I had always been. And now, if death couldn’t stop us, we would be indestructible.
Her rose kissed lips were parted slightly, breathing air as still as a morning fog. Her warmth branded me with every touch of her skin, and I felt it in the rush of my pulse, the ache tugging at my core. I traced a finger over her collarbone to the hollow of her neck, my lips dragging over her naked skin and sending my own on fire.
A whimper fell from her lips.
Whatever happened in the moments between the manor and now, I couldn’t be sure. All I knew was that this very moment was worth it all. The risk, the agony.
Skye stirred in her sleep, and she cradled closer to me on her side. It seemed, even asleep, her body craved my closeness.
She let out a small breath, and I felt it spread across my skin, igniting every emotion possible, heightened andpulsing.
I wanted to touch her so badly, wanted her to wake and find me in her arms, feel our connection once more. I let my hand drift under the sheets, spider crawling my fingers up her spine, her body arching against it and into me.
A gasp rushed into her, a sigh bordering on a moan drifting from her lips and onto mine.
“Wes?” Her voice pitched as she said my name; I would never tire of hearing it that way.
I grazed my mouth over hers, tugging at her bottom lip, never having wanted her this badly before.
Her eyes blazed open, florescent rings lingering, and I felt my element pushing to the surface in greeting. I felt it then, the mate bond snapping into place and nothing else mattered but that single moment.
“I’m right here, darling,” I whispered, smiling against her mouth.
Darling? I had never called someone darling in my life.
She captured my lips with hers; the moan escaping her resonating like my words alone had roused a beast from within the confines of her chest. She dove her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine, a desperate, greedy kiss that made my insides week and my dick hard as fuck. This kiss had a hunger about it I hadn’t known was missing, and it was fuckingeverything.
“You’re alive,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she held my face in her hands. Her last words floated between us for mere seconds before our mouths crashed against each other again, tasting this new bond for the first time. Her every touch dripped honeyed nectar over my skin, her fingertips like droplets of ecstasy.
I moaned into her mouth, my hands pushing up her bralette and setting her breasts free. “Please tell me you feel it too. I need you to feel this, Skip.”
She whimpered as my thumb skated over her nipple before grazing it between my teeth. “I feel itall," she whined, sinking her hands into my hair.
To hear those words undid me.
