Blackwater (30 page)

I stand there confused and completely turned on. Somehow he makes me feel things I shouldn't be able to. I want him to have my blood, like Marcus. Technically I shouldn’t. Technically my bond with Whit should be protecting me.

I'm shaking with anger and embarrassment when I realize I'm upset. I step to Whit's door and put my hands on the handle. I take a deep breath and enter. He smiles at me and I melt. I hate it. I want the spell gone.

His lazy grin is an unfair weapon against me.

"Want it gone now then?" he asks.

I nod and close the door.

He walks to me, slow and strong steps. I almost run in the other direction but I don’t. I let him wrap himself around me and lift my chin. Our gaze meets and I feel him holding my eyes hostage, the way he does.

"Wish to feel the way you truly want to about me - the way you truly feel," he whispers.

I blink and speak softly, "I wish to feel the way I truly feel about you."

I feel it wash off, it's not totally gone though. The brunt of it's gone and I'm cleaner for it. I feel his charms and good looks attracting me normally. It’s not forced and harsh, but light and only there when I think about him. When I think about his brother I feel the same thing for him, even if he is a jerk. I nod, "Thanks."

He shrugs, "Can't make you love me."

I laugh, "I guess you did though huh?"

His eyes search mine before he kisses the tip of my nose, "I guess I did."

His breath against my face is instantly attractive. I lean into him and take it in. He laughs and shakes his head, "Not all gone then?"

I shake my head, "I think it's the way I feel about you normally."

I open my eyes and look into his. His dark eyes get darker. I gasp as his lips land on mine. The warmth against my lips is intense. His tongue slides into my mouth and caresses mine. I moan into him. His hands scoop me up and walk us back to the bed. He lays me down gently. I lie back and watch him take his shirt off. His Celtic tattoos seem lessened. I frown, "You have less tattoos than before."

He laughs, "I did want to get more."

I run my hands down his side where he has writing. I don’t understand it but the feel of his hot skin against my hand is amazing.

I drag my nails a bit and feel a growl in my throat. He grins and I grab his hand to pull him down on top of me.

He laughs as I roll us so I'm on top. He brushes my hair away, "Not quite how I saw this going, you know with you being a virgin and all."

I laugh, "You've been teasing and torturing me for years."

He pulls my shirt off and undoes my bra. "I guess I owe you then."

I almost giggle with excitement. I hold my breath and nod.

He brushes his lips against mine and squishes my chest into his. I sigh into his mouth as his fingers undo my pants. I wiggle out of them and pull his down while I'm at it. He rolls us over and lands with his mouth on my nipple. I moan as his tongue flicks and his other hand pinches the other one. He sucks and rolls and I moan loudly.

He's between my thighs, resting his erection against my thigh. His hands slide down my body as his mouth trails after them. He kisses and sucks until his mouth lands between my legs. He pulls my panties to the side and licks up my slit. I cry out. His tongue laps making me writhe and cry his name out in a chant almost.

"You're mine, Lorelei," he mutters into my thigh as he sinks his fangs into my leg. He sucks and draws the blood out as his fingers slides inside of me. He thrusts and pumps. I moan and ride his finger with my hip movements. His pumping and sucking sends me over the edge almost instantly. He returns to licking and sucking with his finger still pumping. I orgasm, clenching his fingers and crying out into the pillow I'm suddenly holding to my face.

He's between my thighs instantly, "This is going to hurt," he mutters and slides the head of his hardness to my entrance. He dips in a few times. I almost claw his back and pull him inside of me. He slips inside and backs out a few times before thrusting in. I tense in the pain but the pleasure comes too quickly. My body remembers the pleasure too easily. His thrusts become full as he pumps in and out of me.

My hands are grabbing at him, trying to get more of him. I scratch up his back and feel the heat in my hands burning us both.

He cries out into my hair as I orgasm and burn him. I feel the heat leaving me and singeing him. My body clenches against him and his thrusts become rough. My legs are spread further apart as he lifts them and pounds me. I'm crying out in sync with the pounding I'm getting. I feel my body tensing again. He's riding the high. My body clenches around his shaft. He moans and bucks harder. I contract and force an orgasm from him.

"Sweet baby Jesus." he cries out into my matted hair and collapses on me. I feel the singed skin of his back and bite into my wrist. I offer my seductive black blood to him. He drinks and we both moan.

He pulls off my wrist and shakes his head. "You have to stop burning me with that."

I grin, "If you can't take the heat, I guess I have to find someone who can."

His eyes grow serious, "It'll be the last thing they do. You’re mine."

I roll my eyes, "Stop threatening people."

He collapses on me and I catch a glimpse of the door to the room. I can't help but wonder if his brother heard us? Or the rest of his family.

I wrap myself around him and close my eyes. Nothing matters for the moment we are in. We can sort the rest of it another day.

Gallymis, Scotland 1964

I sip from the glass in front of me and watch the actions and words. Rydal watches me. I give him a glare and shake my head. I look at Whit and smirk. My face blushes instantly when I think about the night before. I look down and pick at the meal they’ve prepared for me. I'm the only one who eats, except Tessa. Everyone else has a glass of wine before them.

"Does it taste alright?" Gwen asks.

I nod, "It's real nice, thank you." It's not. It's the worst thing I've been given to eat yet. I almost gag as I stuff small picked-over bites in my mouth. I need some blood. The glasses of wine are infused with blood. It's creepy and weird.

Tessa picks at it too and gives me a look. I snicker and shake my head.

I stand, making all the men at the table stand.

"Excuse me," I say and walk to the bathroom. It’s huge and marble and amazing. I run my fingers along the marble and close the door. As I turn the lock the handle turns and the door is opened.

I jump back as Rydal comes in and closes the door behind him. He gives me a dangerous look and turns the lock again.

I take a step back as he takes one forward.

"All I have to do it scream," I whisper.

He nods but the fire in his eyes is intense, "I know."

I swallow, "I'll use my magic on you."

He nods again and takes another step towards me, "I know."

I point a finger at him but he grabs it fast and pulls it to his face. He wraps his lips around it and sucks hard. My lips part before I can stop them. "Stop," I'm begging.

He shakes his head and pulls my finger from his lips, "I want your blood."

I shake my head back, "No."

He nods again and steps closer. He's looming over me, pressing me into the wall behind me. His fangs drop. My hands shoot up and shock him instantly. He moans as I flash him full of lightning.

He stumbles back.

I shake my head, "No. I said no."

I stop the shocks but he just grins devilishly, "That would be amazing with me buried inside of you."

I gasp, "You cad."

He smiles a fangy smile and leaps at me. I scream, "STOP!" and flash something from my fingers.

He flash-freezes mid air. I open my eyes and cover my mouth with my hand. I don’t know how to undo it. I don’t even know how I did it. I slide past him to the door but I feel the icy whispers upon me. I glance in the mirror where I see the frost forming on the mirror. I see something moving and realize it's like a finger drawing in the frost on the mirror.

"
Danger, Lorelei. I'm coming for you."

I swallow and open the door and run for the main room.

Book 2 of the Blackwater Witches will be set for release in the fall of 2013.