Page 41 of Unhinged Magic
He shrugged, rubbing at the nape of his neck. “There’s just something about her, this is so…” He suddenly jerked his head to the door. “Someone’s coming,” he said on an urgent rasp. Wrapping his hand around my free one, he tugged me out of the room and into the hallway. His steely tone made my stomach sink.
“Someone as in?”
He turned his attention to me, a finger to his lips. As we entered the living room, he turned, cupping my face in his hands. “Go to the closet. Hide,” he urged, motioning toward a door in the living room. I had never seen Wesley like this before, shadows of the forest darkening his irises into something that made me not question his intentions. He was dead serious.
I whipped my hand in the air, exhausting the candles before he helped scoop them into my bag. Heading to the closet, I pulled the door open, squeezing inside. Wesley followed close behind. The manipulation of limbs as he slid inside the tight space withme caused his chest to press into my back. There was barely room to move, our breathing a chaotic whisper in the cover of darkness, both confusion and uncertainty turning my heart into a stampede inside my chest.
“Who’s out there?” I whispered.
A shuffle sounded beside me, his voice low in my ear. “Vampires.”
My entire body stiffened, my pulsepounding. Vampires were notorious hunters, ruthless to the point that, if human blood wasn’t their flavor of the day, mated witch blood was their next best choice. Something about mated blood made them go feral for it.
Another low rasp behind me. “I’ve tried to block their senses with my magic. Stay still.”
“Tried?” I whisper-screeched.
I knew little about Wesley’s magic, only that he could sense other people’s magic. But able tocontrolother people’s senses like that? I heard the uncertainty in his tone, hinting that this was possibly not something he did regularly, if at all. I didn’t want to think about the consequences if it didn’t work.
A chill scraped the length of my spine as footsteps hit the porch, the groan of the front door as it creaked open confirming we were definitely not alone. I peered through the closet door through the gaps in the slats, watching in silence as a male led a female inside by the hand. They scanned the room they unknowingly occupied with us.
Wesley’s arm wrapped around the front of me, pulling me against him, as far back into the closet we could go.
The male made quick work of sliding his arms around the women’s waist, walking her backward until she fell against the wall. Her hands curled around his neck. They came together in a kiss that looked as if a century in waiting, a tumultuous riptide of everything between them laid bare.
“Holy shit.” My lips moved in shock. The display of affection obviously not supposed to be witnessed. Wesley’s magic was clearly doing its job.
My eyes widened to saucers as the stranger’s hand cupped the woman’s breast, dragging a moan from her which was quickly muffled by his mouth again. Another long, sensuous kiss.
I didn’t know where to look. This was a moment not to be shared.
I craned my neck to the side, tearing my gaze from them, my breath hitting Wesley’s cheek nestled behind me. His exhales came in deep, controlled glides. Confined to our tight space, I suddenly became aware of how intimate our situation had become.
In this proximity, there was no mistaking Wesley’s arousal against my back. He obviously wasn’t as freaked out by this as I was. When the pad of his thumb nudged my chin forward again, I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to. Fucking hell. Was he getting off on this? WasIgetting off on this?
I batted his hand away, but he wound his fingers through mine, a low chuckle sounding in my ear.
The woman’s head tilted to the ceiling as the male kissed her neck, his hand travelling south. Down.Down. When his hands moved to the front of her pants, burying in her pussy, the woman let out a sound that hit deep within me.
I grappled for words. “This is so…”
“Hot?” Wesley whispered, his warm breath grazing my ear.
“Wrong,” I insisted, even when glorious sparks licked over every inch of my skin. Wesley’s fingers continued to slide through mine, tangling together, the subtle movement of his fingertips on my skin fueling a burning ache between my thighs.
His voice turned to a throaty gravel. “It’s not wrong, Skip. It’s nature.”
“We shouldn’t be watching,” I continued, although I found myself unable to look away. This stranger held her passion in his hands, caressing her as if it were his own heart, the whole scenario leaving me reeling.
Wesley’s hot breath hit the nape of my neck. “Tell me, if I did the same to you right now, would I find you soaked?”
My next breath bordered on a moan, his words bringing me to the edge of reason, right and wrong blurring into something I could no longer separate.
His hand travelled south, cupping my breast, caressing my nipple through the fabric of my sweater.
“We can’t do this…” I started, but couldn’t continue.
“Words, Skip. Tell me to stop and I will,” he whispered.
