Page 40 of A Touch Charmed

After a few months and a lot of paperwork I didn’t understand, the Wilders brought me to Zodiac Cove and gave me their name, a family, a home.

It was an adjustment. A lot of people said they were making a mistake, that I would probably rob them blind and disappear. I picked fights with people who had more than me because that was the only way I knew how to survive. Wes was the first guy to fight back. He beat my ass, then invited me over to his house to play video games.

My dad put me to work, taught me the difference between earning and taking, taught me patience and how to get my temper under control. My parents showed me what it felt like to be wanted. But Thora had been the one who taught me what it felt like to be needed.

She looked at me like I was necessary, like I could be more than just a selfish asshole who didn’t know how to do anything other than take. And she needed to be wanted the way I wanted her. Wholly. Completely. Without conditions.

We filled the cracks we had in ourselves with each other.

The last seven years had given me a pretty clear picture of who I would’ve ended up being without her, and I didn’t like what I saw. Maybe now I could begin to mend the damage I’d done to myself. I could be the person worthy of loving her again.

My palm glowed with a pearlescent light as my magic flowed, satisfied and content to let me lay here with Thora twined around me. A clear light pulsed in a steady rhythm from her palm as she breathed evenly in her sleep. Our colors hadn’t combined.

After what we’d experienced last night, I was so certain I’d wake up with healing powers and a portion of her light. We’d connected emotionally. We both had the side effects under control and I felt more in tune with my magic, able to back down the speed at will. But apparently, we still hadn’t connected spiritually.

I hadn’t held anything back, but it looked like I couldn’t say the same for Thora.

Maybe we needed more time. Or maybe she needed to finally resolve what had happened to us all those years ago by confronting her father. Not something I was eager to do, only because he’d end up hurting her again, and it would be damned hard to walk away without driving my fist into his face. I’d never get over what he cost us.

I trailed my fingers up and down her spine, smiling as she tightened her grip on me. Her eyes fluttered open and when those gorgeous greens met mine, that feeling hit me again. This was the only face I wanted to wake up next to for the rest of my life.

“Do you want to get moving soon?” I kissed her forehead. “I can get the coffee going.”

I moved to get up, and she grabbed my arm, keeping me in place. “That’s not how I want to start my day.”

“Oh yeah?” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her on top of me. “What did you have in mind?”

She caught my bottom lip with her teeth, giving it a small bite before going in for a kiss. And I was instantly awake. Everywhere. She slid her pussy over me in short little thrusts. My cock hardened as she massaged her clit with my tip. Gripping her ass, I began to rock her forward, building the friction for both of us.

As she let out a moan, I covered her mouth with mine, swallowing the sound. I wanted everything from her. Every moan, every sigh, every whimper as she came close to shattering.

“Finn.” Her nails dug into my shoulders. “I’m ready. Now.”

She lifted up slightly and I notched myself at her entrance. Slowly, she sank down on me. I clenched my teeth to keep from coming on the spot. She felt so fucking good. Like her pussy had been made to take my cock.

I squeezed her ass, loving the feel of it in my hands. “Ride me hard, gorgeous. I woke up wanting you and I’m not going to last long.”

She buried her face in my neck and began to piston her hips, taking me with deep fast strokes. She liked slow lovemaking at night, but in the morning, this was how we both wanted it. Quick and dirty. Digging my fingers into her hips, I helped shuttle her up and down my cock. She was so wet, so hot. Her pussy had me in a tight grip, milking me with every thrust.

Her inner walls began to quiver and I sucked in a sharp breath. So close. “Come for me. Let me know I’m giving that sweet pussy what it needs.”

She slammed down on me, crying out my name as she came just as hard as she’d fucked me. My hips thrust upward to meet her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. Every point of feeling in my body traveled down to my dick and I let out a rough moan as I came inside her.

I tipped my head back against the wall and tried to catch my breath. Thora placed little feather-light kisses on my neck as she came back down from her own orgasm, and when she looked up, her eyes were bright and alert. Better than coffee.

She moved off of me, and my arms tightened on instinct. I wanted to hold her like this for a moment more. Her expression softened with understanding and she snuggled against my chest, running her finger over my stomach.

“We should get going,” she said.

I rolled her over, settling myself between her legs. “Soon.”

We had plenty of time. I was beginning to think all day was a good start.

At around noon, we finally rolled out of bed. Not my choice. If it were up to me, we wouldn’t have gone anywhere for weeks. We had a lot of lost time to make up for.

But Thora insisted we needed to get the confrontation with her father out of the way. I couldn’t entirely disagree with that. Having this hanging over our heads would only continue to hold us back, and there were still a lot of pieces that didn’t add up. Too much had gone down on that one day and he’d been in the eye of every storm.

The walk to her father’s house took an hour for me, a second for her. She banged on the door while I stood at her side. She hadn’t wanted to drag me into her family drama, but as long as the curse continued to target us, we had no choice but to remain joined at the hip. Though I promised her that I’d be on my best behavior.

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