Page 33 of Unhinged Magic
This had to stop. I had to get through to this spirit somehow. “Please don’t,” I whispered, and I realized Wesley had never mentioned his brother’s name. “Tell me your name. Let me help you.”
An all-too-familiar voice infiltrated my head. “It’s not him, Skip.”
Okay, now I was officially losing my mind.
Wesley?
He’s not here. This isn’t real. Wake up.Wake up now.
My body ignited at the sensation hovering over my skin. How could it feelsoreal?
It moved ever so softly, just like Wesley had done before his brother appeared.
A murmur filled my mind again. “You never told me what you wanted before we were rudely interrupted.”
Holy. Shit.
“How are you doing this?” I gasped, still not one hundred percent sure this was really happening.
“I’m a sensor mage, remember?” Three taps on my temple. “I’m in here, somewherehewill never be.”
“This isn’t real.Wake up,” I whispered as the feeling moved over my hip.
“It is. Use your words, Skip. Tell me you understand what’s happening here,” he urged.
Oh my… “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I understand,” I breathed.
Hot air skimmed my neck before his voice sounded once more. “Want to see what a sensor mage can do to his mate?”
“Yes,” I managed again, barely audible.
“That’s my girl.”
I melted at his praise.
The feeling of knuckles grazed my hip bone before the tingle trailed up my side, curving to my front and landing on my breast. “Wesley.” The word came out a whine as flames lit inside of me at the sensation pressed around my nipple. I moaned as warmth rushed between my thighs, and I clenched them tighter, trying to ease the needy craving between them. The motion trailed lower, grazing soft circles over my stomach, my chest collecting quick breaths, releasing them just as fast.
I didn’t know if I should be angry at Wesley’s sudden intrusion of my subconscious, or grateful. But right now, the way he touched me, I was most definitely leaning toward the latter.
The feeling dipped lower until it stroked the insides of my thighs, teasing me until I had the manners of an untamed cat. I writhed under his touch, trying to maneuver it to where I ached for him most.
“So eager.” A light chuckle, and I was sure I felt a lick from the base of my neck to my ear.
Oh hell.
“Tell me how much you want this,” he ordered, stroking every inch of my thighs until I was a quivering mess.
“Please,” I begged. Whatever this was, I wanted more.Somuch more.
“Please what? Words, remember…”
I felt his smile against my ear. And even though I knew he was in my subconscious, that this was not real, I was not ready for this to stop.
“Please. Please touch me,” I moaned unabashedly.
