Page 31 of The Witch's Fate
“I believe,” he says from behind me. “I am fated to you.”
That stops the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. I turn to face Ryker, forgetting the guilt and the relief and the uncertainty. His eyes hold as much guilt as my heart. Because he believes we arefated?
“I’m not a shifter,” I barely whisper. My voice sounds breathless even to me, but that is all I can think to reply. I am ahuman witch. Ryker is a wolf shifter. We are opposite beings.
A small, amused smile curves the corner of his lips, just as devilish as charming. “I don’t think my wolf cares.” The lust inside of me roars to life.
Then I see it—the heat in his eyes, dark and strong and feral, as if his wolf has pressed forward and is crying out to the moon. Tome.The tension between us intensifies. I feel as if I’m back under the blankets, but the only way to cool this fire would be to take off all my clothes. To let Ryker touch me. To let himhaveme. Is this why I want him so? Is there some piece of the spell that trapped him because our fate was forced to be?
“I have never done…such things,” I admit, my voice breaking down to a whisper. My gaze trapped in his. My heart ticks slower, yet faster all the same. It’s all too much.
Ryker takes one step closer. “That is fine with me, Idalis.”
I force myself to look away. It’s all too much. All too sudden. My pulse ticks in my neck. I cannot breathe deeply enough to calm myself. His closeness strips away all the self-control I’ve maintained in my solitude.
“It’s only the moon playing tricks on us.” My voice shakes as I say the words, but I offer them anyway, though I do not know why. Perhaps I want him to know he has a way out. Perhaps I want to give him an explanation so that he feels free to leave. Although I desperately want him. This is too good to be true.He’stoo good to be true.
“I have heard…” Ryker slides his hand onto my waist, his touch careful and light, not moving my body at all. “The moon doesn’t know how to play tricks, only how to shed light on what we’re afraid of.”
Chills ripple down my spine, followed by a tingling heat. Want and desire flood every part of me.
Slowly, using all my courage, I turn my face to Ryker’s. When our eyes meet, more heat rushes down my spine, soothing away the nervous chills and breathing air into my lungs.
Ryker’s eyes drop to my lips, then burn slowly back to my eyes.Oh fuck me.He’s more tempting than any dream I’ve ever had. More handsome than I could have envisioned. More than anything I knew I was ever destined for.Ryker.
“Even if it is only a trick, should we not humor the moon?” he asks, his tone teasing. A smirk is forced to my lips.
Yes.Yes.We should always humor the moon. My breath hitches as he comes a step closer.
I don’t know whether it is Ryker who leans down or me who tilts up on my tiptoes. All I know is that our lips come together, I’m filled with such a sense of wholeness that I gasp and press my whole body closer to his, desperate and wanton in a way I never thought I would be.
With my body pressed to his, I feeleverypart of him.
He ishard. All of him is hard, of course, his muscles trained for strength, but his cock is a thick bulge in the front of his trousers, and that realization is like its own flame. Ryker’s body is not disappointed to have a mate. Ryker’s bodycravesme.
And so does Ryker. A whimper of need escapes my lips at that realization, and I rock myself into him. A gentle growl of desire is my reward. He kisses me deeply, licking and tasting me as he pulls me closer with both hands on my hips. I find his hair and bury my fingers in it, rising up on tiptoe and letting my weight settle in his hands. It does not seem to take any of his strength at all to hold me here.
Lust and desire and primal need cling to us as we cling to each other.
Ryker wraps one of his arms around my waist, and we both sink farther into the kiss like two people who have been starving for touch. I have been starving, I realize. I’ve been so lonely that I could not recognize my own cravings.
I throw my arms around his neck and suck at his bottom lip, pressing my teeth lightly into the swell of it. He growls, a sound that would have terrified me mere days ago but excites me now. My nipples pebble as pleasure builds in the pit of my stomach. Ryker lifts me fully off the floor, then, and I do not care where he is taking me—I only care about kissing him, and memorizing him, and making him growl again.
I need to feel him, every way I’m able.
After a few steps, Ryker sets me gently onto the bed and crawls over me, his clothes shifting with his bunching muscles. He kisses me again, holding me to the blankets and licking his way down my neck, down and down until he can push the hem of my dress up to my waist, then higher. He lifts me half off the pillows to pull it over my head. Every nerve ending is on fire with need. Every light touch brings desire.
In moments, I am bare to him. And I love it. I need him. I needthis.
“Idalis,” Ryker says, his voice so low it could be an earthquake. He rakes dark eyes over my skin and follows them with his fingers, sliding the pads of his thumbs under the curves of my breasts and over my nipples. I arch on the blankets when he bends to breathe onto the sensitive peaks, and when he licks them?—
I lose all sense of time and place. The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever known. He kisses down my belly to the soft flesh between my thighs. The first lap of his tongue over my clit forces me to call out his name. I clench the sheets beneath me as my thighs tremble from the pleasure.
Ryker does not let up. He licks a shaking, shuddering orgasm from me, then seems to go wild for my arousal on his tongue, lapping and sucking and teasing for so long that my thighs begin to shake in a way I cannot stop.
“Fucking delicious,” he growls and would lick me again if I did not pull him up from between my thighs, begging as I do it.
“Ryker,” I gasp. “Ryker, please. Please.I need you.”
