Page 28 of Unhinged Magic (Cutters Cove Witches #2)

My heart hammered in my chest, thumping in time with the rush of my blood pumping through my veins. I reached out, tugging on his loosened tie, pulling him toward me. “I thought you’d stood me up.”

The darkened forest trail was back, desire plunging his irises into an alluring thing I wanted to free.

“Never,” he rasped, then his lips brushed mine, one hand nudging the nape of my neck toward him.

Coaxing my mouth open, his kiss turned hungry, the desperation in the sweep of his tongue making my breath catch in my throat.

He’d never kissed me like this. Like I was his air to survive on, and I moaned into his mouth as he did mine, pulling me against him.

The unmistakable arousal in his suit pants sent a flare of my own spearing through me, and I rocked against him, needing to feel all of him.

Our bodies crushed together, lips bruising, hips locked.

A wanting between us, so raw it made my head swim.

Wesley broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to ghost words on my breath. “Skip…” His wistful attention was loaded with need as he shook his head. “The things you do to me. I hate pretending you’re not mine, watching other men think they have a chance with you.”

I cupped his face with my hands, staring back at him. “But they don’t. We both know it, and that’s all that matters.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, pausing. When he opened them again, uncertainty filled his tone. “You know I would do anything for you, right?”

I nodded, wondering where he was going with this. What was up with him tonight?

I slid a strand of dark hair from his sight. “And you know I would do the same for you. Anything .”

The grip of his hands tightened on my thighs, making me ache where I craved him most. My body wanted more of him, his taste, his touch. My nipples demanded his attention through the flimsy fabric of my dress.

He drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Lowering his voice, the fever in his tone turned it purposeful. “I need you in my life Skip. I can’t lose you. I won’t.”

His hand slid to the base of my neck, holding me in place as he kissed me with that same purpose, slamming his mouth against mine. I wasn’t sure what drove the intensity spiraling from him, but he could kiss me like this for all of eternity.

My hands dug into his shoulders, clutching his dress shirt as he hungrily devoured my mouth, his hands moving behind me and pulling me to the edge of the wall until I barely perched on it.

I was addicted to this, to him. There was no man that could replace this feeling inside me.

Because now I had tasted the mate bond, I craved him in every way possible.

I slid my hands between us, gripping his hardness.

I rubbed him through his pants, eliciting a deep groan from him as he rocked into my palm.

“You madden me.” His voice deepened to a rasp, like I could make him come apart at any moment. “Your touch could drive me insane if I were to let it.”

His voice did things to me, did all the things. In my mind, between my thighs. I had never wanted someone so badly in my life.

He pushed my dress further up my thighs, exposing me bare, having not worn any underwear. The things girls did to avoid a panty line.

He cursed. “If I’d known you were bare beneath this dress, I would have done this before we left.”

He dropped to his knees, burying his face in my sex. I gasped. Looking down at him, I watched as he slid his tongue through my center, tasting me.

“Wes...” I whispered as his tongue dragged through me.

I fisted his hair, holding onto the only thing stopping me from falling into the water behind, unable to drag my eyes from him staring back up at me. It was intimate, vulnerable, to let him have me this way out here.

He circled my clit, and a whimper forced from me as he sucked delicately where he knew I needed it.

“Please don’t stop,” I moaned, and he didn’t. He held onto my thighs, burying his head deeper, sweeping his tongue faster.

I held onto him, unabashedly rocking against his tongue.

Anyone could have come outside for air, could have walked around the corner to have their own rendezvous, but I didn’t care. Right now, there was only him and me, and a desperation in every sweep of his tongue driving me wild.

I cursed as I crumbled under his touch, his intense gaze gripping mine.

Wesley stood, swiping his thumb over my bottom lip. “Taste yourself. You’re so sweet it’s insane.”

Instinctively, I let him slide his thumb between my lips until the faint essence of me lingered on my taste buds. He watched the motion like a starved man admiring his bounty.

“How do you do that?” I whispered, trying to calm my chest. “How do you just know ?”

A wry smile tugged at his lips. “I watch and listen. Every breath, every sigh of yours, is my very own roadmap, Skip.”

He kissed me again, and I fell dizzy under his spell, fumbling with his belt until it loosened. Undoing his zipper, he watched me intently as I pulled his length free, running my hands over him.

“It’s so much better when you do it,” he gritted out, watching me. His pupils dilated, blowing out like midnight had captured his soul.

I traced his lips with my thumb. They parted, his eyes sliding closed for a fraction of a second before bursting back open. Releasing my hand from him, he nudged himself at my entrance.

He cupped my face. “You’re my fucking world. Never forget that.”

For a moment, his comment startled me. For Wes to swear around me was odd, but I had mere seconds to comprehend the thought before he pushed inside me.

I gasped, clinging to him. “Give me a second.”

He paused, letting me adjust to him. Wesley was made to deliciously bend my limits.

“You ok?” His breath moved over my lips. His next words ghosted against my mouth as a mindless whisper. “Because when you are, let it be known I’m going to fuck you.”

I melted. “ Please .”

He wasted no time pulling out and impaling me, the stretch of him so intense I cried out in both pain and pleasure at once. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he gripped my ass, drawing back only to grind into me harder with every thrust.

He fucked me, stamping his claim on my heart. His ink bleeding into my soul.

I let him have all of me. Places no one would ever get close to. Holy shit. The thought hammered home, my thighs clenching tighter at the realization.

Suddenly he slowed, arching his back slightly, hitting a new angle. I felt him deeper, every drag of him inside me drawing emotion I wasn’t sure I could handle.

“Come for me, Skip, shatter with me,” he rasped, all husk and gravel, and desperation hollowing his tone.

I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried, falling apart in his arms as he did mine.

When we were spent, he rested his forehead against mine, silence gripping us tightly, our breath tangling in cool air. Digging into his pocket, he retrieved a handkerchief, wiping himself from between my thighs before folding it and slipping it into his pocket.

Wesley cupped my face, fingers brushing the side of my cheek. He stared, not saying anything for a moment. I didn’t know if I should speak.

Say something , I willed myself. Anything.

I had never felt so cracked open before, my emotions caught in my throat and catching me off guard. Even if I could speak, I didn’t know what to say. What I wanted to say felt like too much. Could he handle the burning flame igniting in my chest every time he was near?

“I love you Skip. I love you so fucking much,” he whispered.

My heart burst wide open. “I love you too, more than you could ever know.”

Emotion spilled from me, falling freely down my cheeks. Wesley swiped it with his thumbs, never blinking. “You will always be mine as I am yours. Never forget this.”

I nodded as he kissed my tears before engulfing me in his embrace.

He held me in silence. Two hearts finding their counterparts. Fighting for love.

“We need to get back to the dance,” he murmured.

I rested my head on his shoulder. Still, he held me.

I never wanted him to let go. Never wanted this to end.

Something about his embrace screamed at me. Tore at something deep inside of me.

It felt so final. I didn’t know why.

It was the closest we had ever been, baring our hearts to the other. Still, he held me.

Until finally, slowly, he kissed my forehead and pulled away.

Under a scattering of watchful stars, he squeezed my hand before nudging me toward the pack house a few beats ahead of him.

Then my life fell apart.