Page 7 of Three's A Wrap
Delores wasn’t kidding; my mate is fit and breathtakingly handsome. I alsothinkhe might be a human. Not that it matters to me if he’s not a warlock, since I’ve lived all my life without magic.
He’s at least six feet tall, much taller than my five-foot-four frame, dressed in a buttoned-down white shirt, khakis, and brown boots.
I back away, putting some distance between us, even though everything in me protests at the movement. A want to claw at him lustily rises within me, but warmth spreads instead as he chases me and cups my face before tucking my hair behind my ear.
Just like that, I’m in love.
I meet the stranger’s gaze, and my heart skips a beat at the soft smile he gives me. I fist his shirt, wanting to bring him closer.
“Please tell me you can you feel the bond between us?” he asks, gaze worried.
Maybe he is a warlock after all.
“I can tell you’re my mate,” I answer, forcing myself to remove my hands from him. It’s so hard to pull away, I’m almost disturbed by the raw power of my attraction, and my pulse quickens with longing.
“Thank the gods.”
I admire the planes and contours of his chest, arms, and shoulders, while I feel myself go slippery inside between my thighs. “How did you get in here?” I ask, the sound a bit garbled when his hand suddenly wraps around my waist again.
A delicious shudder shoots through me at just the thought of his palms running all over my body.
“I’m an archaeologist, and I’ve been herea while.”
He touches my injured arm, and I wince hard, the pain pulling me from the sensations clouding and overloading my mind.
“What’s this?” he asks, his expression the picture of puzzlement as he stares down at my wrist.
“It’s this bracelet that latched onto me this morning,” I hiss with discomfort while the man who saved me looks on in horror as it tightens.
He touches the bracelet, and a magical light emits from his palm as it unlocks. It loosens so it’s no longer hurting me, but I’m concerned it’s still attached to me.
“Oh my gosh, thank you! That was hurting so bad.”
I gasp as a faint blue glow rises in the air and floats around us, wanting to bind our bodies and spirits together. We just need to complete the mating ritual. A sharp flame of desire kindles between my thighs as soon as the pain at my wrist lessens, the pounding need for him almost blotting out all reason.
I glance up into the wide eyes of my new mate and almost want to chuckle at how stunned he looks. Desire unfurls deep in my belly as I recognize the bond heightening, trying to bring us together.
Witches are warned at a young age of what happens when you discover your mate. The bond creates a haze of lust that seeks to bring the supernatural link together, like a magical force that entices the couple to breed. I knew it was potent, I just didn’t recognize how powerful it would be. Heat unfurls low in my belly, an undeniable pull of desire so intoxicating it can’t be denied. I need him now.
“This is not how this was supposed to happen,” he says.
“It’ssupposedto happen. Just maybe with a bit better lighting and a bed,” I joke, and start kicking my shoes off and undoing my pants, letting them fall to the floor, needing them off my skin.
I want his hands on me. I want to touch him, taste him, while the ache between my thighs grows more and more insistent.
“I don’t want our first mating to be in a dusty tomb,” he bites out, his jaw popping in his mouth as he stares at my underwear. His expression grows apologetically pained but lust-filled all the same, echoing mine. His palm reaches for my waist, yanking me in while his body moves to pin mine. “I will make this up to you.”
“I love that you want to be romantic, but I’m in a lot of pain. Can you please, just touch me. We can have a do over later?”
Our chests meet, and his hand trails lower to my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. “As you wish.”
His hard cock wedges between us, and my body shivers for it.
My gaze is heavy-lidded as lust fires through my brain, drowning out everything else.
I welcome the pull of the bond I never thought I’d feel, trusting fate more than ever. He is mine, I am his, and right now, that’s all that matters.
Sebastian St Vincent
