Page 75 of Untraced Magic
His voice seemed to come fromeverywhere,sinking into a subconscious I didn’t know I possessed. “You’re so damn beautiful when you come for me.”
I couldn’t speak, choosing to kiss him instead. Tasting myself on him.
He slid between my thighs, hovering above me, his hand grazing my cheek. “I’ve only ever been with one person. I’m clean,” he whispered, not breaking eye contact.
I whimpered at the thought of having him bare inside me. “Same. And I’m on birth control,” I assured him.
He let out a growl of approval, then sank into me, the movement causing me to cry out in pleasure as every inch of him filled me.
A groan came from him as he thrusted into me again, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, barely able to hold on as we molded into a steady rhythm. My nails dug into his back, and he slowed his pace to match the torturously slow glide of his tongue against mine.
It was intimate and so intense, I could barely catch a breath, each and every sensation in me filled with him. His scent, his touch—he waseverywhere.
A shudder tore from his lips and into mine as we chased our highs together until we were one, a cloud surrounding us made of licks of orange and slices of ink before it misted away again.
“Oh my…” I didn’t understand what was happening. Was this magic? Did we… create this?
Tyler stared at me, wonder pouring from his wide eyes as our tangled limbs lay together.
His hand traced the line of my collar bone. “That was unreal.”
“What was that?” I questioned, still catching my breath.
An expression I couldn’t read embedded his face. “I think that was our magic.”
I didn’t answer. My body spent and lids heavy, I gave into euphoric sleep.
Tyler
Ihadn’tslept,toocontent with watching Morgan in my arms dozing peacefully. Her hair smelled of coconut and vanilla as it rested on my shoulder, a leg draped between mine as I drew lazy circles over her luscious skin.
Sex with her was unreal. Period.
She’d sent me to places so far beyond my realm of awareness, I now knew for sure she was my mate. The one person chosen for me, destined to be together.
Tied for life by a bond so strong it could only be severed in death.
I’d never believed in fate before. The whole everything happens for a reason thing? I’d called bullshit.
Until now. Now, fate had completely flipped me on my ass and given me the middle finger, my own goddess, and she was truly one of a kind.
Morgan murmured in her sleep, burying her hands under her pillow as she rolled onto her stomach. I drank in her nakedness, visible under the crisp sheet. I couldn’t help thinking how lucky I was to finally get to hold her in my arms like this.
I’d had my doubts when she’d asked me about covens, that the possibility of her not being part of ours was almost a given. But would fate really pair me with someone from another coven? I hadn’t heard of it before; it was something I needed to look into further.
I had a more pressing issue to sort out. Namely, how was I supposed to describe to her what a mate was? I could only imagine her face as I tried to explain it to her.
‘So, I know we just met, but we’re fated mates. Bonded, for life.’ Yeah, good luck with that.
My mind went through the various ways I could tell her until I finally drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, I woke to silence, reaching for Morgan’s side of the bed only to find it empty. Sitting up, I gave a small laugh at the mass of clothes spread on the floor from last night.
I located my boxers and jeans before pulling them on, sleepily making my way from the bedroom and into the hallway. I faltered at the mass of books blanketing the floor and what looked like a bookcase pulled from the wall.
Was that a… door? Having never noticed it before, I moved toward it, stepping between the books scattered over the floor in small piles.
Leaning on the doorframe, I watched with intrigue as Morgan sat at an easel, paintbrush in hand. Opened boxes lay on the ground, surrounded by paints, brushes, palettes, and pieces of art. I remained still, scanning the room, trying to understand why she’d hidden this until now.
