Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 115860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
She cries out my name. Impatiently, I make quick work of my zip and shove my jeans past my hips, spreading her thighs wider for me.
“Caden. Wait,” she gasps, her voice a mix of desire and hesitation. “We haven’t settled this.”
I freeze, torn between backing off and pressing forward. “Do you truly want to stop, firecracker?”
Sydney’s silence is deafening. Time stands still, the air between us crackling with tension, filled only by our ragged breaths and thundering hearts.
Finally, she tightens her arms around me, nails digging into my skin. “I’ll likely regret this later, but…don’t you dare leave.”
I smile. I’m playing with fire, no doubt, but bloody hell if I’m not eager for the burn.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I murmur, giving her one final out.
Her response is to arch against me, a soft, pleading whimper escaping her lips.
Right, then. Decision made.
I gather her up, lifting her hips to mine. I pause to worship one breast with my mouth, then the other, savoring her soft moans. She wraps her legs around me, urging me higher, desperate for more. She doesn’t have to invite me twice.
“Patience,” I tease, even as my own control frays.
“I need you,” she gasps. “Now.”
“Are you still sore?”
“Not enough to say no.”
With a nod, I position myself at her entrance and press in gently. When she tenses, I withdraw before easing in once more.
For endless minutes, I repeat the process, delving deeper with each measured stroke until her tight cunt surrounds me and the friction has me ready to combust.
Sydney is heaven, and I intend to lose myself in her while she’s all mine.
She kisses my cheek, my throat, my shoulder as I bury my face in her fragrant neck, inhale our mingled scents, and thrust with a tortured groan. Fuck, no woman has ever felt this good.
Something is shifting between us, transcending the physical. It’s raw, intense, bloody brilliant—and terrifying.
I exhale and push inside her again, losing myself in the sublime sensations. I drag in another breath, one blissfully full of her, as I plunge deeper into her welcoming body. Pleasure sears through me like lightning. My head spins. Christ, I can’t breathe without her.
A primal need claws at my insides, demanding release. The words of the Call burn on my tongue, threatening to spill. I fight it, knowing the consequences, but God help me, I want it.
“Become a part of me, as I become a part of you…”
Sydney, flushed and breathless, peers up at me. Those chocolate eyes, so trusting, so full of heat, nearly undo me. “I think you already have.”
I clamp my jaw shut, trapping the rest of the damning words.
“And I love it,” she murmurs, lifting her hips to meet my next thrust before she tosses her head back, lost to passion.
Bloody hell, she’s not making this easy. My resolve crumbles more with each of her breathy moans.
I increase my pace, urgency building. Bliss careens through me, shredding my self-control. The impending climax and the need to complete the Call collide in my head, tangling in a knot of desire and fear. It’s more than pleasure, more than emotion. It’s belonging. A soul-deep yearning to claim her as mine.
The next words slip out. “Ever after, I promise—”
Myself to thee.
The words hover on the tip of my tongue, dangerous and tempting. One slip, and everything changes. Forever.
Sydney moans, tightening around me. Her pussy starts to pulse in a way no man, wizard or otherwise, could resist.
I groan, teetering on the edge. “Sydney. I—”
Want you. Love you. Need you forever.
Ecstasy explodes through me, a supernova of pleasure that tears a primal roar from my throat. As I crest the peak, more of the Call burns my brain, begging to be spoken.
Each day we share, I will be honest, good, and true. If this you seek, heed my call...
I clamp down on the urge, even as something deeper than magic, more potent than lust, swells in my chest. The certainty that Sydney is meant for me is both terrifying and exhilarating. It’s mad. Impossible.
Inevitable?
No. I refuse to let magic dictate my fate or endanger her. And yet…this feels like more than mystical compulsion. I admire her fire, her razor-sharp mind. That sassy mouth of hers drives me wild. If I were still human, I’d move heaven and earth to make her mine.
But I can’t think like that. I have a mission: keep her safe, stop her from transcasting, fix Lucan’s life. Then it’s back to Texas, leaving the Doomsday Brethren in my dust.
But what do I have to go back to?
The thought unsettles me. I withdraw and stand, righting my jeans. Sydney adjusts her skirt and looks up at me, all flushed and tousled and utterly gorgeous. My heart clenches.
“I promise…” The words of the Call surge up again, choking me. I swallow hard, forcing them down. “I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe. To protect you from the dangers of magickind. And I’ll be watching over you, whether you like it or not.”