Page 41 of Wrongfully Magicked
Until her.
At the news my sister is possibly still alive, I dove deep into the servers, determined to locate her, easily losing myself in the tech. From experience, it’s almost impossible to drag a person out of a tech trance once they start surfing the data streams.
Yet the instant Anita spoke in her low, raspy voice, my cock kicked in my pants and any thoughts of code vanished. It’s like she has the ability to reach through my magic and call to the deepest, darkest parts of my soul, and a tiny spark of hope flares to life.
I’ve never reacted to anyone in such a way, and I suspect the rest of the team is similarly affected.I can’t wait to discover the mystery of what makes Anita so unique. As I memorize the angles and curves of her face, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of trying to figure out what makes her tick.
My chest aches as I wait for her reaction to my touch, my breath stuttering in my chest when she leans closer, and I swear my heart leaps in anticipation.
When she flashes me a tiny smile, I feel like I passed some sort of hurdle, and my resolve to keep her safe solidifies. I couldn’t protect my sister, but I’m an adult now—older and wiser. If anyone wants to harm Anita, they will have to go through me first.
I’m drawn to her, and it’s not just because she’s insanely attractive.
Her inner flames call to me on some primitive level, daring me to come out and play. Even when I’m absorbed in code, she lingers in the back of my mind, and I can’t get her out of my thoughts.
Maybe my judgment is skewed because she knew my sister. Charlotte has been missing for years, and everyone else believed she perished a long time ago. Though I never stopped looking for her, my hope has dwindled over the years.
The fact that my sister gave Anita a moniker is her stamp of approval.
Spark.
The name suits her, and not just because of her powers. Something about her sparks interest in others. Just being near her is like being woken up from the monotony of our daily lives.
The logical part of me knows I should be leery of how she burst into our world—that she even met my sister is a miracle in itself—but it’s the guys’ reactions to her nearness that’s the most suspicious.
We’re all drawn to the same woman.
Since none of us even notice women on most days, it’s unusual.
We’re a bunch of degenerates—love them and leave them types—and not just because of our jobs. While we enjoy women, we don’t have the time or energy to wine and dine them.
They are just too much effort, demanding every second of our attention.
None of our past entanglements liked that we had interests outside of them.
Everything is different with Anita, and the guys are practically tripping over themselves to be near her…not that I can blame them. Something about her nearness is electrifying.
Maybe I should be worried she cast some sort of spell over us, but I can’t detect anything in the air, nor can I sense any ill intent from her. Not to mention Porter and Soren are virtually resistant to castings. Porter is more ghost than man, making it hard for any spell to get a lock on him. Even if Soren is tagged, his fire usually burns the spells away before they can infect him.
No, Anita just fits with the group.
Naturally.
Seamlessly.
Like she’s the missing piece we didn’t know we were lacking, and I’m determined not to let her go now that we finally found her. Heart rattling in my chest, I attempt to make conversation and not stick my foot in my mouth. This is one of those times where I curse that I spent so much time with computers, because I no longer know how to connect with people.
“You’re not alone anymore.” I wrap my hand around her arm, giving it a light squeeze, then I nearly melt in my seat when she doesn’t pull away. In fact, she reaches out and distractedly runs her fingertips over the back of my hand.
Her teasing touch feels like she reached into my pants and fucking stroked my dick. It’s enough to drive me insane, but not enough to ease the increasing tension.
Blood heads south in a rush, and my cock desperately tries to escape my pants. I slouch lower in my seat so she won’t see just how much she’s affecting me. My entire body heats at the idea of her reaching below the table, taking me in hand, and ending my suffering.
“Where the hell have you been?” Cassius and Soren tower over our table. While worry lines Soren’s face, Cassius is barely able to contain his anger…or his basilisk.
He prides himself on his control.
I’ve never seen him so ruffled and out of sorts.
