Page 93 of Witch Untold
He straightened and finally looked at me. “I’ll be in soon.” He swung the axe, arms flexing as the axe head split the wood.
I drifted closer. “Can we talk?”
His jaw flexed. “Not now.”
His dismissive tone was like an angry bite. “Yes now. You have a problem, so let’s talk. Clear the air.”
He slammed the axe head into the stump and strode off toward the treeline.
Seriously? What the fuck? I took long strides after him, catching up to him as he entered the canopy of trees.
He reached for his waistband, obviously about to shuck off his joggers to shift and run.
I grabbed his wrist. “Are you seriously gonna run away?”
His body rippled with tension. “Let go of me, Cora.”
My hackles rose and my instinct was to hold on, but I forced my fingers to uncurl and release him. Instead, I stepped in front of him, peering up at his stormy features.
So much anger. “Dammit, Tor. I get it. The bedroom is our space. It won’t happen there again, but—”
He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against the nearest tree. “You thinkthat’smy problem?”
I scanned his unyielding features—the clenched jaw, the slitted eyes and flaring nostrils. I was so fucking confused. “Leif said—”
“What needed to be said.” His grip relaxed and then tightened as if he was fighting himself. “And I did what needed to be done. If I’d stayed, then…”
“What?”
He growled. “Then I would have torn off your skimpy robe, thrown you on the floor, and fucked you senseless to cleanse his scent from your skin.” His eyes brightened, more silver than gray, huge black pupils holding me captive. “I could take you right now, Cora.” He ran his nose up the side of my face. “I could fuck you up against this tree. Bury myself deep inside you.”
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move, but my body responded to his words with an internal lurch, softening and leaning into him. His grip on me loosened and then wet heat kissed the column of my neck. His tongue. His breath. His mouth on my earlobe, teeth catching and dragging.
Was that my whimper?
“You can feel it, can’t you.” His words licked at my ear. “You can feel me inside you.”
I was throbbing, body clutching at something that wasn’t there. “Tor…”
He pressed his thumb to my parted lips. “Suck it.”
I met his gaze, dark with want, and took his thumb into my mouth. The pad was salty and rough as I swirled my tongue around it. He sucked in a breath, chest vibrating as if in approval, then his mouth replaced his thumb, and I was lost. The hard bark of the tree didn’t matter, the chill was a distant thing; there was only Tor—the slant of his mouth, the rasp of his tongue against mine, and his expert hands beneath my clothes. Calloused fingers slipped past the thin cotton of my underwear and deep into my wet heat.
He wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t want gentle, I wanted this. This claiming, this possession. But I needed to claim him too, to find his heat, take it in my hand, and drag him on this journey with me. He was silk and steel, his tip wet with desire as I worked him.
He dragged his mouth from mine, lips kissing my cheek while he rolled his hips against my hand. “Cora, fuck.”
My eyes rolled as he pushed deep, hitting the hungry spot that would push me over the edge. Our mouths gravitated toward each other, locked as we came, swallowing each other’s guttural cries as the world shattered, taking us with it.
* * *
The guys were alreadyin bed, waiting for me to join them. Fresh sheets and an aired-out room waited. Damn, I needed to stop and think before acting next time, but passion could be like that, all-consuming, all caution out the window.
I finished brushing my teeth and froze as my eyes flashed silver in the mirror. I blinked and an electric-blue ring bloomed on the outer edges of my irises.
“Fuck.” I leaned in to study my face. Was it leaner? Was my chin sharper?
My hands throbbed and I looked down at them. Something was wrong. My fingers…shit, what the fuck was wrong with my fingers. They looked wrong, longer. I held my hand up to my face, pulse speeding as my fingers visibly elongated. A scream clawed up my throat, accompanied by a burning in my fingertips, and then black talons pushed out of my skin.
