Page 19 of Unhinged Magic (Cutters Cove Witches #2)

The stretch made me lose my mind. “Oh, yes,” I whispered, my hand sliding up and into his hair.

My senses pushed to the edge of what I thought possible.

My sight, a nervous wreck bordering on the verge of mortification and forbidden desire.

Wesley in my ear, holding both of us in his safe magic, and the power of my release in the palm of his hand.

An utterly overwhelming thing building inside me.

Wesley touched me with ease. Like he just knew . Oh, gods, he just knew. I didn’t want to think about how he had become so good at this, so good my knees almost buckled beneath me.

The male vampire suddenly maneuvered them both into a new position, entering the woman from behind, and still, I couldn’t pry my gaze from them.

Wesley cursed against my ear, his touch becoming more persistent as it returned to my aching bundle of nerves, my pleasure seemingly aligned with the women in front of me. Her pleasure-fueled moans filled the room, cresting to a high octave, and I could tell she was close.

Wesley’s command was merely a whisper, but it sounded like an emerald-infused hurricane slamming into me.

“Come for me, soak my fingers,” he ordered.

As if reading my mind, he flattened his palm against me, fingers still inside me, dragging with it a glorious wave of sensations as I raced toward something I had never experienced.

The woman tipped over the edge, and, simultaneously, shards of silver stroked me both inside and out. I cried out before a hand smothered my mouth, stifling my climax into hushed moans.

His fingers slowed to a torturous glide. “That’s it, ride it out.”

My knees failed me, finally giving way, only to be held upright by muscular arms. I melted against him, succumbing to everything.

His hands, this closet. This entire situation sending me so far over the edge I didn’t think it was possible.

I clawed at the air before my hands gripped his sculpted arms. I couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t move. Wesley held me upright; without him, I would be on the ground in a crumpled mess.

I felt his smile on my ear, the warm gust of his breath on my earlobe. His lips breezed over my skin. “You’re so damn perfect for me,” he said, letting them drag over the sensitive spot behind my ear and I swear it scalded my skin.

I let out a breath. “Wesley l…” But his hand quickly clamped over my mouth. Hard this time.

My eyes flew open, dazed, reality hitting me like a sledgehammer. I pulled in a tight breath when, through the gaps, the two vampires turned their heads in our direction.

Silence lay dormant within the confines of the closet, neither one of us daring to move, much less breathe. Wesley gripped me tight, his body bristling against my back.

The male vampire stared directly at us, his magnetic blue gaze something I would never forget.

“Don’t move.” Wesley’s words plunged my nervous system into overdrive as a wicked smile spread over the striking pale faces in front of me, a shiver tearing through me as realization hit me.

The woman turned to the male, an amused smile cresting her cheeks. “I think the little witches enjoyed our show.”

They knew we were here.

Wesley maneuvered me behind him. I peeked out from behind his shoulder.

The male smirked as he fumbled with the buckle on his belt. “Anyone watching us fuck is going to enjoy themselves, my love.” When he was done, he pulled her in for another kiss.

The woman moaned into his mouth, pulling away to speak again. “The scent of their mated blood is divine,” she drawled, and they both turned in our direction.

There was no mistaking the intention in her words. We were the prey.

When they started walking toward the closet, I slammed my eyes shut. My heart was a stampede once again, galloping in my chest. I couldn’t watch what came next.

Was this it? Was this how I died?

I didn’t want to believe it, but I could not see a way out of this situation.

In front of me, Wesley’s body physically shook, the vibrations off him pulsing into my chest still jammed up against him.

My head rested against his back, my hand gripping his shoulder.

I drew in a shaky breath, the scent of him dragging into my nostrils, all spice and sex.

If I was going to die, if this was it, at least I was with him.

My last touch, last kiss, last smell, would all be him.

Tears fell down my cheeks, soaking into the material on his jacket. Footsteps came closer. When the door of the closet opened, I smashed my hand over my mouth to stifle a scream.

I waited.

My breath still. My muscles tight.

Wesley’s body shook more intensely. His hand clenched mine on his shoulder. Our fingers laced together like he knew this was it. That we would die together.

I could have never prepared myself for what came next.

“I could have sworn someone was in here,” the woman said, uncertainty spilling into her tone.

Her partner replied, half-serious. “Maybe in the throes of passion we were love drunk.”

A scoff. “I’m certain I smelled mated blood.”

The doors closed. A muffled sob left me.

Wesley’s fingers tightened around mine.

I peeked out from behind him to where the vampires had retreated. I heard the front door shut, plunging the house into an ominous quiet again.

The room stayed eerily silent.

When he was certain they were gone, Wesley slowly pushed the closet door open, his hand clutching mine as we ventured back into the room.

I couldn’t push back the tears that blurred my vision.

“I’m sorry, I must have lost concentration when you were...” He didn’t finish his sentence.

My bottom lip trembled. “She knows. How can they know?” My chest tightened in quick breaths that I struggled to control, my composure slipping away with every passing second.

Wesley wrapped his arms around my waist. “Hey, it’s ok.” He swiped away a tear with his thumb.

White-hot heat sliced through me; anger I had never felt before suddenly fueling my everything.

My self control snapped, as if bent to its last will. “This is not okay! How can you say this is okay?” I scrunched up my fists, scared to let them go as my magic gathered in them, desperate for release. “How can vampires feel our bond and I can’t?”

Wesley wrapped his hands around my own. “Hey, we’ll figure this out. I promise. I will not stop until our bond is fixed and you’re mine in every sense of the term.”

I wanted to believe him, I really did, but the more time that passed made me doubt we could fix this.

I stared up at him, the promise in his every blink no longer charging my own belief.

“I feel lust Wesley. Desire . But I want to feel you .” My hand lurched forward, landing on his chest, searching for some magic pull, a tow of emotion to explode inside me and finally click, but it didn’t. “How will I know?”

His hand covered mine, a smile creasing his cheeks. “Trust me, Skip. You’ll know.”

He pressed his lips against mine as if sealing his promise.