Page 19 of Spellbound & Speechless
Giving her attention once was dangerous, and I can’t keep it up. Herlifeis dangerous now. The best thing I can do is protect her from the danger—her and everyone else.
My arms are piled high with plates, so high I don’trealize Aspen and I are side-stepping each other until it’s too late.
“Whoops!” She holds my arm, and my wolf curls up like a happy pup, pleased with the slight touch. “Watch where you’re going.”
“I could say the same to you.” My tone goes flat.
She holds the kitchen door open for me—unnecessary, considering how easy it is to swing open. “Okay.Rude.”
I say nothing as I slide the dishes into the large sink. Ozan is a dutiful partner, scrubbing plates as if it’s his job. It isn’t; he has a business of his own. I’ve already stopped by his apothecary, however briefly, when I was inspecting Starbrook.
Nothing was out of the ordinary in the Lapin Apothecary, but being too careful is better than recklessness. If the corrupt attack one witch spot, they may go for another soon.
“Not trying to be rude,” I say. “Just trying to get home.”
“Oh…”
I’m lying, and Iambeing rude. It’s the only way to push her away after letting her in. My wolf is getting ideas—wrongideas.
It’s too late.
Mate… mate…
This isn’t the first time my wolf has craved love, sex, or something else I can’t give it. Occasionally, I give in to the sex. I like that part, but love? Mating? That’s the one thing Iwon’tgive in to… especially not with this love witch.
She’s in danger, and as much as I want to protect her, I may be unable to. That’s the reality. Claiming she’s a mate is new behavior for the wolf, but it must be her magic. She’s clearly charmed the wolf in me. It doesn’t matter. There’s no way in hell Aspen Hawthorne is my mate.
I push the screaming, howling thoughts away andreturn to the main room. Aspen is close behind, her heels clacking against the floor. How the hell does she work in those things? She makes walking look like magic.
“Did that witch steal your personality while she was here?” Aspen snaps.
I hold back laughter, amused by her attitude change. “I guess she did.”
“That’s too bad.” She slips past me, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I liked you better before.”
My wolf wants to reach out with claws, to hold her and never let go, but I let her go instead.
I know what she means. I liked it, too. The brief moment that I let myself touch her… well, it was like I wasmeagain. I haven’t been that person in a while.
I can’t remember the last time I let myself relax and smile. Really fucking smile.
No matter how much I want to, I can’t be that person again. Not until this is all over. The temptation is still there, and I want to give in to it—to give her anything she wants. Her little dress swishes, just high enough to give me a peek of her thighs, and my pants grow tight.
Fuck…
This isn’t just my wolf anymore, is it?
Chapter 8
Aspen
Callousedfingers slide along my thighs, pressing into the smooth skin. A gasp falls from my lips. My eyes roll back. The fairy lights twinkle above me, and the soft music in the background does, too.
Mac looks out of place in my bedroom, yet he looks like he’srightwhere he belongs, his large body fitting perfectly between my legs. He’s the spot of dark and cool in my pastel room. Like a black hole, he draws me in, looking like he wants to swallow me whole.
His light eyes are darker than I’ve seen, dangerous and hungry as he lowers himself between my thighs. He’s close enough to taste and smell me, his nostrils flaring. A low growl comes from him as he finally presses his face to my needy, wet,hot cunt.
I let out another gasp, this time louder, as my fingers tangle in his mess of curly hair.
