Page 32 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

“Are you okay?” Jenks asks, sitting down across from me again. “Should we head into town and get you a doctor?”

“No, it’s okay,” I answer, picking up my coffee and taking a sip. “I’m just feeling the vibrations from the forest very strongly. You know what my talent is, don’t you?”

“Actually, I don’t,” he says, shaking his head. “I have no idea about any of the witch stuff.”

“Well, since we’re married, you should probably learn. All of us have special talents we are strongest at. Rarely, a witch can master more than one. Even more rare is a witch who can master them all. We call those sorcerers—or enchantresses.”

“I like the sound of that,” he says with a grin. “I think you’ve enchanted me.”

I blush. It’s not just the look in his eye, either. He’s sitting in front of me, wearing nothing but skintight swimming trunks.

I never guessed he was so muscular underneath that wizard’s cloak he used to wear.

“Is that your talent?” he asks. “Enchantment?”

I shake my head, then frown. “Actually, it kind of is. I sense energy—auras, spirits, even nature. So, I can read peopleand feel if there are incorporeal entities around. Sometimes I can hear them speak.”

“Wait,” Jenks says. “Does that mean you know what I’m feeling, right now?”

The question startles me a little. I’ve never looked too closely at his aura, just in case I saw something I really didn’t want to see. Now that he’s asked, I can’t help but tune my vision to his higher vibration so I can try sensing his emotions.

His aura is mostly blue-green, meaning he’s calm, but ripples of orange and pink scatter at the edges.

That’s leftover aggression from the fight. A bit of anger and uncertainty.

I keep looking, and Jenks lets me. As I watch, he seems to bring down all of his shields to let me inside.

Deep in his core, flickering at the deepest part of himself, is a flame of pure crimson. The color shifts from deep maroon to bright hues of blood, and it shocks me.

Lust. Pure, unadulterated desire.

This can’t be right!

Jenks reaches out and touches my hand, and even though I flinch, I don’t pull away. As his eyes draw me in, I wrap my fingers around his and squeeze, feeling the heat growing between us.

“Can you feel that?” he asks very quietly. I nod, not wanting to trust my voice.

Jenks reaches up with his other hand and strokes my cheek, brushing my hair behind my ear. The light touch of his fingers sends shocks running through me, and he smiles in wonder.

“I can feel you,” he says, surprised. “I felt that shock run through you.”

Smiling, I squeeze his hand again. “We’re open to each other right now, so maybe you’re sharing my powers with you a little. Or you’re naturally sensitive.”

His eyes darken, and clouds of black and purple threaten the edges of his aura.

Doubt. Pain.

“It’s okay.” I reach up to touch his cheek. “Don’t think about that right now. Just feel me.”

His beautiful blue eyes clear, and relaxation slowly flows through his body. The flame of lust in his core brightens again, flickering as it grows and deepens in color. My own rises in response, and my breath speeds up as the heat spreads between my thighs.

Oh, God, I want him. I’ve wanted him for so long.

Suddenly, I pull away, breaking contact. Memories from high school suddenly pour through my head, all my lust and longing colliding with pain and rejection. I even scoot my chair back a bit to put more distance between us.

“I’m sorry,” he says abruptly. He looks extremely awkward for a second, like he’s about to make a joke or do one of his silly tricks. Instead, he takes a deep breath and smiles warmly.

“Thanks for fixing me up,” he says. “You really didn’t have to.”

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