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I look past her to the bed. My desire builds to an unbearable ache between my legs. I need her to touch me, devour me, slide her naked body over mine…

Anguish flashes across her face. She releases my hands and flattens her palms against the door on either side of my head. She pushes back, her flexing triceps drawing my gaze. “You don’t know how badly I want you. But if anyone finds out—”

I run my fingers over the swell of her breasts and down her abs, my breaths coming fast and shallow. “We won’t tell anyone.”

She grits her teeth, closing her eyes for a moment as if to summon self-control. When she opens them again, her pupils are still dilated, her expression still wild. “Listen. There are witches sodetermined to keep our secrets that if they think I’m sharing things I shouldn’t be, we could both lose everything.”

“So everyone in CSAMM is supposed to just stay single forever? Devoted to nothing but the cause?” My voice comes out snappy over how ridiculous this is. “What is this, a cult?”

“No. But there are strict rules around relationships, and dating non-magical people is especially complicated.”

“Forbidden? Illegal?” I challenge. “Why are they controlling who people can date?”

“Because there’s a lot of confidential information in here, and if they think you’re trying to squeeze it out of me or use me in some way, we’ll both get in shit. I’m talking probation, suspension, even a trial by jury if they think I’ve shared too much.”

“But—” Okay, it’s true that I’m trying to get information out of her, and they have good reason to suspect I’m using my closeness to Natalie to learn their secrets. I huff, refusing to be intimidated. “Are we really going to let CSAMM stop us from being together?”

She falls quiet, her jaw working. Our faces are close, the tickle of her breath teasing me.

“You’re just too afraid to let yourself have me,” I murmur, giving her my best sultry look.

She holds my gaze, her eyes glinting in a way that tells me a million thoughts are swirling around in her brain.

She exhales sharply, putting her hands on either side of my neck. “The things I want to do to you right now…”

Her words and the placement of her hands light a fire inside me, weakening my knees. I’m about to lose control.

I grip her shoulders and push her toward the bed, bolder than I’ve ever been. “Show me.”

She takes my wrists and stops me. “I can’t… It’s the middle of a workday. I have to return to Fiona and the others.”

Frustration cinches my insides. I forgot about that part.

“Come back tonight,” I say, and it’s not a question.

WhoamI? I’m acting like I’m confident and experienced in the ways of sex, when in reality I’ve only done it with a girl once, and it was mildly awkward. But Natalie is unleashing a new part of me—a shamelessly horny one that desperately needs to be stripped naked.

She steps in, bending her head down, and brushes her perfect, heart-shaped lips softly against mine. Her kiss isn’t urgent this time. She’s lingering, slowing down, savoring the way the air crackles between us.

I could melt into a puddle.

“That’ll give me the time I need with you.” Her murmur travels through my core like a ripple in a pond. “Meet you here at eight tonight.”

Chapter 22

A Guardian’s Oath

“Nothing is more importantthan keeping magic safe and regulated,” Fiona says, her sharp voice pulling me out of my fantasies.

I blink and focus on her stern face. I’m going to have to say an oath in a minute, and I need to pay attention.

Even if all I can think about is Natalie’s mouth on mine, her hands under my shirt, and her body pinning me to the door. I’m aching to feel her bare skin beneath my palms, her breath on my neck… and a whole lot more.

Amid our kissing earlier, she forgot to mention that being inducted into the coven would mean partaking in a ceremony tonight. So it was with a little confusion that I let a couple of witches whisk me into an office after dinner.

Now, I’m standing in a high-ceilinged chamber, the brick walls cloaked in thorny roses, sconces casting flickering shadows over everyone present. It’s my first time in the Library wing, and magic crackles in the air, as tangible as if I’ve been plunged into hot water.

Fiona stands in front of me holding a leather-bound book, which she’s opened to a page with beautiful hand-written calligraphy.