Page 18 of Dottie's Forbidden Wizard
I stumble through the opening, squinting as my eyes adjust to the light. The lush greenery of Fable Forest stretches out beforeme. I hear the babble of a brook nearby, and sunlight sneaks through the canopy. It’s as if I've stepped into the pages of a fairy tale book. Which, in some ways, I have.
Fable Forest is known for fairy tale creatures, both good and evil. Some parts are dangerous. My brothers have warned me repeatedly not to travel in the forest outside the path that leads to Oz.
How was I allowed to leave Oz without one of the guys' signatures?
Panic claws at my sanity, but then the gold shoe prints appear again. The scent of licorice flowers blows by on a breeze—the same aroma mixed with Maddox’s cologne last night. I close my eyes, willing myself to calm down.
Go big or go home, girl.
I follow the only obvious trail, praying that nothing sordid happens to me when I didn't bother to tell anyone where I was going. To be fair, my brothers may not notice I'm gone. Time works differently in Fable Forest. I don't know for sure what part the portal took me to, but a day or so here may only be a few hours elsewhere.
A tiny cottage emerges up ahead. It's beige and brown, covered in moss and ivy, blending into the landscape encroaching up the sides. The glass windows have warped with age, but the structure is in good shape. Smoke billows from the chimney in a welcome greeting. I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe the candy cottage from Hansel & Gretel?
The cottage that belonged to an evil witch, I remind myself.
I stride up to the front door before I can change my mind and knock loudly. Footsteps approach on the other side of the wooden door, and my core throbs with anticipation of who I hope is on the other side.
The door opens with a creak, and my breath catches.
Maddox Ozella stands before me wearing nothing but gray sweatpants, slung low enough to reveal chiseled abs. His broad shoulders fill the doorway, framed by the cozy glow behind him. My entire body is on high alert. Every nerve ending is primed for his touch as my eyes trail over the plains and valleys of his impossibly muscled chest.
"I'm glad you could come."
Maddox's deep voice hits me directly between my thighs. I squeeze them together to alleviate the pressure building in my core. Finally, I regain my wits and clear my throat.
"Have you any candy, sir? I'm looking for something sweet to suck on." I feign innocence, batting my lashes.
Maddox covers his grin with one large hand and quickly schools his expression. His eyes rake over me, revealing dirty thoughts and secret desires.
"Come in, little girl. I'm sure I can find something for you to put in your perfect mouth.”
Chapter nine
Maddox
Dottie's eyes heat, and her sexy smile immediately hardens my cock.
"Good. 'Cause I'm awfully hungry."
I pull her inside, crushing her soft curves to my hardness as I capture her mouth with mine. She moans against my lips as I lick into her mouth to taste her sweetness. Fucking delicious.
"Wait, wait!" Dottie pulls back, dropping to the floor to pick up the shoebox.
"Leave 'em." I reach for her. "I'll buy you more."
"No!" she protests, laughing as I loop my arm around her waist and pull her closer. I kick the box out of her reach just to hear her giggle again. "I want those. They’re so beautiful."
"You’re beautiful," I growl. "They’re nothing in comparison."
She turns toward me, shaking her head at my compliment. Her eyes are on my mouth as she loops her arm around my shoulder. Her fingers curl into the hair at the back of my neck, and her eyes darken with lust as she crashes her lips to mine.
A shudder racks my body as her other hand explores my bare chest. The sensation of her skin against mine is heaven on earth. I've traveled the world, visiting magical lands, but the most magical place is anywhere with Dottie in my arms. I flex my muscles, wanting her to feel how strong I am. Wanting her to know that I can protect her.
Mine.
I growl and pick her up, carrying her to the bed as she kisses my neck. I toss her into the center, and she squeals when she bounces on the plush mattress.
"Wait, I didn't bring condoms." She's breathless, staring up at me as I grab her thighs and tug her closer.
