Page 30 of Pure Magic
With a slight bow of his head, he grins, and we dance the remainder in silence.
I’ve never been gladder to have a dance end. At the finish, instead of Kaden looking at me, he glares over my shoulder.
Adam is watching from the edge of the room. Leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed, he looks like a man at his leisure, but fire simmers in his eyes.
Minerva touches Adam’s arm and says something.
The rage eases from him, and he turns to chat with her and Jonah.
Even as a fire witch, Minerva can sense someone’s distress and calm them. It’s one of her many gifts.
There are far too many stories and worries for a Sabbath. Once the party starts to wind down, I go to my room. The coven will put everything right before they go to bed, and no doubt Adam will make certain Kaden leaves the premises before the doors close for the night.
After removing my shoes and gown, I sit in my chemise in the middle of my bed with my legs crossed. Drawing long slow breaths, I calm my mind. I let my senses open to the house around me. Each witch, and the others too, come into my consciousness. One by one, I feel them exit the house. Each has a light associated with them, and the colors are myriad blues, whites, yellows, reds, and greens. Auras tell much about each person.
My instinct carries me to Adam, who glows a buttery gold with the flicker of green, blue, and red. The nature of his magic churns like a rainbow within his aura. At the threshold of the front door, he stands with Kaden, who glows a muddy red with a hint of green trying to push through.
A person’s aura can change over a lifetime of decisions. I wonder if Kaden’s wasn’t once the green of an earth witch but has been muddied by the darkness of his choices.
As he strides away, he turns back once before continuing out of the neighborhood.
I return my attention to the house, and the calm of coven witches cleaning up rolls through me. Peace and joy reside within the witches after a lovely Sabbath.
Protection spells already cover the coven and castle, but I send fresh magic and the strength of the goddess within me into the night for added security.
Kaden MacNab has done nothing to create my trepidation, but part of me must trust Adam enough to be cautious. Joy flickers inside me at that realization.
I watch the house in its sheer energy within me. Prudence took to her bed hours earlier and sleeps peacefully. Duty complete, Sylvia leaves for the night with Henry Dove to walk her home. More witches leave for their homes as Trina and June sit near the hearth talking. Minerva and Jonah have gotten distracted by something in the still room.
Slow steps on the stairs draw my inner gaze to Adam as he climbs and turns down the hallway. He stops at his door but doesn’t enter.
My heart pounds, but I do nothing to dissuade or attract him. Calming my breath, I let Goddess’s comfort flow around and through me.
He continues down the hall, and finding my door unlocked, steps inside. “Should I leave you, Beth?”
I long for him in ways I never thought I’d long for another person in this lifetime, and I can’t make myself send him away.
The bed dips, and Adam sits behind me. He wraps his arms around me and cradles my legs with his. “If you wish me to find my own bed, I will go. I only needed to hold you.” His lips press lightly on the back of my neck.
As he moves to leave, I stay him with a hand on his knee. “Don’t go.”
His hand tightens under the curve of my breast and the other over my abdomen. My sheer shift is no match for the heat vibrating off him. “Seeing you sitting like this with the hint of flesh showing takes my breath away. You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever gazed upon. You should send me away, but you don’t. You should banish me and my family from Windsor, but you don’t. I confess, I don’t understand you, Beth. And I long to know what is in your mind.”
Closing my hand over his, I ease it over my breast. “One day, perhaps we shall have the kind of trust that allows our connection to flow openly.” I sigh as he squeezes and molds me to his rough hand.
Lightening his touch, he grazes my nipple, pulling a soft cry from my lips.
Desire pools between my crossed legs. “I want you, Adam.”
“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as I do you, Beth.” He nips the flesh just behind my ear and traces a path with his tongue to the crease of my shoulder before kissing his way back up and circling my ear.
The sensation is too much. Longing for relief, I clutch between my legs.
As my body lightens and lifts from the bed, soft fabric traces an erotic path over my hips, waist, back, breasts, and I raise my arms as it floats away.
His magic is light and gentle. His arms band around me as if he can’t let go. Pressing a finger between my thighs, he whispers, “Let me.”
Still sitting with his legs cradling mine in a meditation pose, I’m completely open to his exploring fingers as I settle back to the bed. Pressure on my pearl sends waves of pleasure through me. I arch and press my head back against his shoulder.
