Page 10 of Witch Unexpected
Fuck. My handswerepointing in their direction. The fucker was right. If I fired, I might hit them.
“Let me go, and I might not gut you alive.”
He held up his blade, and I had a feeling my poor choice of words was about to bite me in the torso.
“I’m going to enjoy eating you,” he said, peering down at me with his grotesque face. “Magic from the other side makes for sweeter flesh.”
I willed the appendages to catch fire, to melt, to shrivel. But my power didn’t work that way—at least I didn’t think it did. I’d never really tried to do more than shift or blast the shit out of things.
Shift. Fuck, could I teleport out of this trap?
I made the jump, and the world tried to fracture. It was working. It was—
Fire lashed across my skin and sank into my blood, burning like lava.
Well, that didn’t work. Why hadn’t I taken Elijah up on his offer to train? Oh yeah, because I hadn’t trusted his motives. Hadn’t wanted to get embroiled in whatever ancient war he and the Grimswood witches were involved with.
I should have taken the damn training because hindsight was a bitch.
The blade arched toward me. Fear pooled in the pit of my belly as if preparing for the slice of his blade, and a scream clawed its way up my throat.
The fae’s head twisted to the left with a crack. He swayed for a moment, then he was gone, shoved out of my line of vision, to be replaced by a face I both hated and craved.
Jasper looked down at me and tipped his head to the side. “If you wanted to be tied up, you could have just asked. This seems a little extreme.”
I was so glad to see him that the urge to leap up and wrap my arms around him was a real thing. I soon shut that down.
The appendages fell away. I was free to scramble to my feet and away from Jasper, very aware that I was amulet-less and at his mercy if he chose to exercise his mojo on me.
We stood meters apart in an eye-lock.
“I believe the words you’re searching for arethank you,” he said.
Fuck it. “Thank you.” I wasn’t a total douche, and credit where credit was due, he’d just saved my ass. “But if you try to use your mojo on me, I’ll—”
“You’ll nothing,” he said, eyes blazing sudden and bright. “If I want to rip you from this place and take you to my bed, then there is nothing you can do to stop me. And once you’re in my bed, you’ll willingly part your thighs.”
He had a sexual power over me I both craved and despised. He was my curse and my sickness, but I wasn’t about to submit without a fight.
I opened my mouth to argue.
“But.” He held up a finger to hush me. “I won’t do that.” His smirk was sly and smug, and all the more chilling for it. “I’ll take you back to your witches. I’ll even carry the little brats, and I’ll stand by and watch you don your pathetic amulet.”
“But?”
“But nothing.” He shrugged.
“Bullshit. There’s always a deal with you. What is it?”
He sauntered closer, and I locked my knees to stop an involuntary step back and glared up at him.
His gaze tracked over my face, lingering on my mouth like a caress, and my pulse kicked up in response.
“You don’t intimidate me, Jasper.”
He touched my cheek and then trailed his finger down to the corner of my mouth before sweeping it over my bottom lip. It took everything I had not to flick out my tongue and lick the pad of his finger.
“No,” he said. “I suppose I don’t.” His eyes darkened in that way they always did before he kissed me.
