Page 38 of Witch Undecided
“Bitch!” Sloane made a grab for Jessie.
Lauris grabbed the back of Jessie’s shirt and yanked her back, and I stepped in front of Sloane and pressed my hands to her shoulders.
“Stop. Sloane, stop.”
But her gaze was dazed, jaw tense, hands fisted. She wanted to fight. She needed to fight. I could feel it.
Fuck. “Sloane.”
She shoved at me, trying to get to Jessie. I needed her to focus on something else, anything else. I cupped her face and pressed my lips to hers. Hard.
She struggled for a moment, curses trapped between our lips. No. No, you will calm the fuck down. I kept hold of her, pressing my body to hers and keeping our lips locked.
Come on, Sloane, come back to me. Jessie was still mouthing off behind us, but my focus was entirely on Sloane.
Come on, I willed her. Fight it.
She stilled, her body softening against mine, then her hands were in my hair and her mouth was moving against mine.
She was kissing me, and shit, I was kissing her back—raspberry lip gloss, cheap whiskey, and tongue, loads of fucking tongue.
Jessie’s angry words and Poppy’s exclamations faded into the background. All that existed were Sloane’s fingers massaging my scalp and her luscious mouth devouring mine.
She was the first to break the kiss, mouth hovering inches from mine, electric-blue eyes dark with desire.
“Thanks, cupcake.” Her voice was husky and raw.
A crack sounded behind us.
Sloane released me, and I turned to find Lauris rubbing his cheek and Jessie covering her mouth.
“What was that for?” Lauris whined.
“You fucking kissed me,” Jessie growled.
Lauris shrugged. “It worked for them.” He jerked his head in our direction.
Poppy rubbed her forehead. “What the fuck just happened?”
Sloane looked down at the dead woman. “I don’t know, but we need to clean this up, get back to the mansion, and figure it out.”
