Page 95 of Untraced Magic
A lone tear ran the length of her cheek, and then she kissed me again, the tang of salted tears sliding between our lips until turning into something more. A fresh hunger moved my mouth against hers, ground her hips into mine. The mate bond fueling the intensity between us until I ached with arousal.
I drew my hands between her thighs to find her already slick and ready for me, my dick aching to be inside her. Her forehead connected with mine, her intensity so raw with emotion it wracked my soul.
Morgan lowered herself ever so slowly onto me, connected as one as she moved over me in a growing, needy rhythm.
Heavy breaths and graveled whispers hushed between us as the mate bond pulled us closer. Wrapped its bond around us, securingits leash. She rode me like she was claiming me as her own, a fucking and utterly gorgeous thing to watch as she moved with me.
Lost in ourselves in nature, we took everything the other had to give, fucking under the beady eyes of wilderness, and I knew I’d never forget it.
“Take what you need, baby, come with me,” I ordered as she rolled her hips over me repeatedly.
Her hands clung onto my shoulders, nails digging into flesh as she found her rhythm, grinding against me in a way I knew would hit her sweet spot. Her walls clenched around me, and I knew she was close, knew this would be quick and intense.
“I love you,” Morgan breathed into the wind before crying out in waves of pleasure, and I let myself go with her.
A swarm of our magic surrounded us as we barreled over the edge together, our cries gusted away and swallowed by the stiff breeze.
Her legs remained straddling my thighs, chest heaving as she laid her head on my shoulder. I skimmed my arm around her waist, resting it in the natural curve of her hip, the other gathering the blanket around us that had slipped at some point.
Engulfed in my thermo magic, we spent the early hours of the morning wrapped in nature, exchanging kisses and swimming in the depths of the ocean, naked as the trees around us in the thick of winter.
“Tyler,” came Morgan’s breathless voice. She turned to me, her attention consuming me.
“Yeah?”
“I would really like to go to this dance with you.”
I smiled at the weight of her words, at what this meant for us. For Cutters Cove.
“I would really like that, too.”
On the outside, I was the picture of calm as I planted a delicate kiss on her shoulder. But inside, a storm ravaged my nervous system, anxiety suddenly pitching its tent and anchoring its poles into my skin.
Morgan’s magic emerging was one thing, but now it had, she was effectively public domain until she learned to control it.
I would do anything andeverythingto protect her.
I didn’t let her in on the fact my nerves were spiraling into a dark abys, screaming at me that this dance was a bad idea. But the reality was, Morgan had nothing to hide, and her not attending would deem her untrustworthy to the town.
I would speak to the group, keep them on high alert.
Call in every available favor owed to me and amp up security.
Eventually, we walked along the beach to the entrance of the cave, our shoes dangling in our hands and water splashing over our toes. Our footprints indented in the sand, quickly pooling with water like we had never been there, like this morning was our secret.
Climbing back through the cave, daylight found us again, and Morgan took off as fast as she could down the beach.
I chased her and her laughter carried in the air, a smile creasing the corners of her eyes as she peered over her shoulder at me. I didn’t know if I could ever stop admiring her beauty; it was infectious.
Mate bond or not, I was addicted to everything that was her.
I didn’t want to think about the what ifs, because Morgan leaving Cutters Cove was not an option. I wouldn’t let it happen.
The council couldn’t deny the mate bond. Ithadto stand for something.
When we got home, Morgan ducked into the shower to freshen up while I made my way to the kitchen, lowering to find the usual full-of-shit drawer every house had under the counter. Third drawer down. Bingo.
“What are you doing?” came Morgan’s voice from above.
