Page 105 of Untraced Magic
“Ty… your hands,” I gasped, struggling to put words together. “Oh God, is that…?”
His lips brushed mine, an unmistakable smile teasing my mouth. “You’re mated to a thermo mage, princess. You like that?”
Oh. My. God!
I cried out as his hands heated against me. Inside me. Every part of my sex on fire, bordering on the point of pleasure and pain.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he insisted.
I shook my head against the euphoria spreading within me. “Yes.”
“Morgan?” He started to pull away.
The words rushed from me. “No. Please.” My fingernails scraped the shelves they desperately clung to. “Don’t stop.”
“That’s my girl.” His voice was low and husky in my ear. “Give these books a show.”
Another world captured me as my insides combusted into a thousand embers around his sinful hands. I cried out, unable to contain myself. His lips crashed into mine again, a desperation in his kiss matching the curling of his fingers.
Suddenly, I was in the air, Tyler backing me against the shelf, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he adjusted his hold on me.
Books slid from their shelves followed by a drum of dull thuds, then the unmistakable rip of a zipper. Moments later, Tyler buried his length in me, stilling as he filled me with every inch of him, the stretch of him a delicious pain I would never stop craving.
His eyes turned predatory, a darker layer to them, and I was sure I wassinkingas I stared into the graphite depths of him.
“You’remy mate, Morgan. Say the words for me, my beautiful witch.”
Still reeling from the feeling of him inside me, my voice came out unsteady. “I’m yours.”
He remained still, and I rocked my hips against him in frustration, earning me a low, graveled laugh.
“I’m your what?” he pressed.
Those eyes. His words. He undid me in ways he would never know.
Every word struck a beat within me. I rocked against him again, but he pinned his body hard against me this time; I couldn’t move an inch.
A greedy whisper tore from me. “I’myourmate.Yourbeautiful witch.”
As soon as the words left my lips, he withdrew slightly, only to slam back into me again. He took me over and over, his nails digging into me as he held me in his arms.
I released my hands from the shelves, one holding his neck, the other sliding down his front. His suit had come undone, and I skimmed my hands over the angles carved into his chest beneath his crisp shirt, grabbing a fist full.
Clawing my way underneath, my palms finally sank into his flesh, holding onto him as he muffled my cries with his mouth.
I kissed him with frantic need as he buried himself in me repeatedly, a madness of sorts claiming us. Our magic wrapped itself around us, the mate bond an all-consuming and utterly beautiful thing as we came together cursing the gods for creating such a connection.
The mate bond held me at ransom, with my heart in its delicate hand, and my soul on its sleeve. I’d never felt anything like it before.
When Tyler released his hold on me, I slid down his front until my feet found firm ground. Tucking himself back into his suit pants, his hands found the sides of my face, holding me delicately.
Our breaths came in short bursts, our chests rising and falling simultaneously.
Our heads pressed together. “The mate bond,” he rasped, shaking his head in disbelief. “I could feel it before. But you’re under my skin, in my head… I canfeelyou. It’s so fucking intense.”
I couldn’t find words as his hands weaved their way through my hair, his mouth closing tenderly over mine. I loved him so much I could barely breathe.
It filled my heart with so much joy I couldn’t help my giddy smile as he stared down at me.
