Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
She pottered around – washing her cauldron, returning her ingredients, tidying her altar, extinguishing the incense burner stick – utterly oblivious to the fact that she was going to get royally fucked very soon.
Determination flooded him. He’d come here tonight for this. It had been his intention all along. He just hadn’t conceded it to himself until that moment.
He wanted to lose himself in her; had the distinct feeling that it would be an unparalleled experience.
A voice in his head cautioned him to be careful; that he wouldn’t be able to have her only once.
So be it. ‘I have a question,’ he said as they filed out of the consultation room.
She tossed him a quick look over her shoulder. ‘Then ask.’
‘You think about Michael a lot?’
She slowed her pace, surprised. ‘A lot? No.’
‘And when you do?’
Halting in the living room, she turned to face him and shrugged. ‘I wonder if he’s still alive. And then I hope he’s not. Which sounds evil, but he wouldn’t want to live in a Rabid state if he had the choice. And there’d be no way to bring him fully back at this point. He’s gone beyond that.’
‘It doesn’t make you evil.’
Her head tipped to the side. ‘Why did you want to know if I think about him a lot?’
‘Because I don’t want to fuck a woman who still considers some part of herself mated.’
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A burst of shock gripped Emberlyn’s muscles, making her freeze. A few times tonight Ripper had taken her off-guard with a comment or question. But this? This took the cake and chomped all the way around its edges.
Without removing his eyes from her, he placed the box of elixirs on the sofa. His pose was casual, but there was nothing casual about his expression. The heat there was too hot. And so very dangerous, because it’d be so easy to give into the pull between them . . . and he might later regret it.
She watched as his gaze coasted down to her lips and stared, hunger and greed pooling there. Need licked a line up her spine as butterflies danced in her belly. ‘Witches aren’t on your menu,’ she reminded him, a slight break in her voice.
His eyes crawled back up to hers. ‘You are.’ He stalked to her, every step slow and deliberate . . . until there was only mere inches between them.
Her magick reacted as usual to all that Alpha energy, and it was a struggle to rein it back. Seriously, her magick wanted to own the motherfucker.
‘You got my attention years ago. And you wouldn’t let it go.’ His intent gaze didn’t move from her face, as if he was set on noting every shift in her expression.
Caught in the spotlight of his absolute focus, she felt stripped right down to her soul.
Crackling sparks of sexual chemistry fluttered around them like invisible fireflies. The atmosphere turned as charged as a live wire, thick with unbearable tension. A tension that just kept rising, twisting, stretching out.
He lowered his mouth toward hers as he said, ‘I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.’ The gravelly quality to his voice turned molten. ‘I feel like I’ll go a little insane if I don’t have you.’
She drew in a sharp gulp of air that was taut with need. Her body heated, buzzed and felt sexually charged – just like the tension between them.
Staring up at him, she felt . . . trapped. Trapped by the hunger, demands and promises she saw in his eyes.
There was something dangerous about him in that moment. Like a wolf poised to pounce. She knew if she moved one muscle – just one – it would act like a trigger.
This would be a bad idea. Probably. Or not. Honestly, she wasn’t sure she really cared. She could barely think.
His gaze skated down to her lips again, pure male greed simmering there. ‘You said no man would ever own you. I will. For the length of time I have you under me, you’ll be mine. And you’ll feel it.’
Ho-ho, what a challenge. ‘Don’t be so sure.’
His eyes fixed on hers again. ‘We’ll see which one of us is right.’
She had no idea who moved first, but their mouths collided in a brutally hungry kiss. They went at each other like savages driven to mate – tongues tangling, hands grabbing, fingers digging, teeth nipping.
Her body was like, ‘Oh God, finally.’ At the same time, it screamed for more. She was practically frantic with the need to answer the cravings that had steadily chewed at her resolve for too long.
Ripper sharply peeled up her dress and gripped her ass tight. He jutted his hips forward, pressing his cock against her clit. ‘I gotta have you.’
The world tilted. Her back met the rug. Strong fingers caught the waistband of her underwear. Cloth tore. Her thighs were shoved apart.