Page 55 of Witch Undecided
He sighed. “We talked about this. No lies. Not between us.”
“Fine. I was just thinking you and Leif will be procreating soon.”
His fingers flexed on my hips. “If it makes any difference, the thought of lying with another female makes my stomach turn.”
I turned to face him, but he kept his hands on my hips, lifting them slightly to allow me to adjust position, then gripping me again.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I locked my gaze on his hard jaw, afraid that if I looked into his eyes he’d see how much I wanted him. How much I cared and how fucking jealous I was at the thought of him with someone else.
“Cora.” One hand gripped my nape, firmly, thumb caressing the column of my neck. He hadn’t touched me like this in weeks and my hungry, greedy skin ached for more. My eyes fluttered closed as he forced me to tip my head up. “Look at me,” he demanded again.
I obeyed, drowning in his steel-gray eyes. Silver flecks bloomed in his irises, the wolf beneath his skin.
“I want you, Cora. With every fiber of my being. Never doubt that.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “That’s the mating bond. It makes you want m—”
His head dipped so his mouth was millimeters from mine, so fucking close there was merely a sliver of air between us. My mouth parted, desperate for the kiss of his lips, but he held back, breathing me in. This wasn’t a kiss, it was something more, something intimate and soft. His eyes fluttered closed and he tucked in his chin to brush the tip of his nose against mine.
He slipped his hand off my hip and gently grasped my wrist, bringing my palm to his chest. His heart beat hard and fast against my fingers, echoing the thunder in my pulse.
“This is more than the mating bond, Cora.” His voice was an aching throb. “And honestly, I have no idea what the fuck to do with it.”
My throat pinched. “Tor…”
“I know, baby. I know.” He kissed my forehead and released me. “I’ll keep the boundaries.” He ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “But this thing between us. It’s not going away, and if we don’t take it somewhere eventually, things are going to get uncomfortable for us all.”
He padded out of the room and I sagged back against the sink. Fuck. He was right. My boundaries weren’t working. My plan wasn’t working, but what was the alternative?
I reached up to touch my lip, still tingling from Tor’s touch. I’d worry about it later. Right now, I had a hunt to get ready for, and I had the perfect boots in mind.
Time to burn off some steam.
