Page 17 of Witch's Fate

The tremors of her orgasm faded and he removed his hand, going to tear off her panties and make his fantasy a reality. Need tore through him, violent and demanding. He had to have her.

He had her panties gripped in his fists when he glanced up to see her barely supporting herself on the desk. Her muscles were lax from pleasure, her eyelashes resting against her cheeks and her dark curls falling around her shoulders.

Malcolm dropped his hands and stepped back, his chest heaving. He had to get control of himself. She looked exhausted. She’d just been tortured by the High Witches.

Now wasn’t the time for what he wanted. When he finally had her, he wanted her enthusiastic, not exhausted.

But fates, his cock ached. Malcolm spun away. Stalked to the hearth. When the golden flame didn’t calm him, he went to the whisky on the far shelf and poured himself three healthy fingers.

He swigged the whisky, trying to calm his racing heart and raging cock. His hand shook slightly as he squeezed the bridge of his nose and tried to get the intoxicating sight of Sofia out of his mind.

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Consciousness came slowly to Sofia. Her body still pulsed, aftershocks of pleasure streaking outward from her pussy.

The hard desk beneath her was the first thing she registered. Then the cold air on her thighs.

Holy shit.She wasn’t wearing pants. She called her wand from the aether and waved it over her legs. Jeans appeared.

She turned to see Malcolm leaning against a bookshelf, a glass of whisky in his hand. His golden gaze met hers, his face impassive.

Reality crashed back.

Holy shit. She’d let him take her pants off and now he watched her like he didn’t give a shit. Of course he didn’t give a shit. He never really had.

But she did. Her heart pounded and her breath came short. She felt like she couldn’t get enough air through the panic that welled in her chest. The hurt.

She still cared way too much. She’d never been any good at casual sex. She wouldn’t have let him do those things to her if she didn’t still care for him.

Of course she still cared. The way her heart felt like it was tearing in two confirmed that.

Rage and pain lit a fire in her chest that threatened to consume her. She looked at the blazing hearth and realized one very important thing.

She couldn’t stay here. She couldn’t be around him, not when she still felt this way and he so clearly did not.

And it didn’t even matter if he cared. He was a fucking warlock! He could love her to the ends of the earth and fate would conspire to tear them apart.He’dchosen that for them.

Even if no one in her village was strong enough to help her get the Grimoire, she could find someone. It wasn’t as hopeless as he said. She could definitely get the book.

“You know what, Malcolm? Forget it. I don’t need your help. Thanks for the orgasm, but I’m out.” She just had to find Kitty and scram.

Malcolm surged away from the bookshelves he’d been leaning against, his glare ominous. “The hell you are.”

“This was a mistake. It was supposed to be just a kiss and it turned into a hell of a lot more.”Like me with no pants.

“You wanted it.”

She growled. Cocky bastard. “Fuck. You. You’re not the most powerful person I know. I can get help elsewhere.”

She turned and stalked to the door. Kitty appeared in the doorway a second later and trotted over to her. Once Kitty had leaned up against her side, Sofia closed her eyes and focused on her home.

Within a second, she felt the familiar tug of the aether.

Home, here I come.

Then it stopped. Like a wall had shot up.

Her eyes flared open and darted to Malcolm. “What the hell are you doing?”

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