The Witch's Initiation

She nodded, her eyes glazed, her tongue sweeping across her lips. Her hands slipped up his back, beneath his shirt, her fingernails digging into his skin.

The sharp pricks of pain only flamed his desire, flushing his senses with a need so powerful he couldn’t hold back.

His fingers found the hem of her shirt. Instead of working the buttons loose or slipping it up over her head, he ripped it up the front, buttons flying everywhere.

“That’ll cost you.” Deme pulled his shirt up over his head and flung it to the corner. She bent to take one of his hard, brown nipples between her teeth and nipped, hard.

Cal jerked back and slapped her bottom. “Two can play rough.”

In a flurry of motion, they stripped each other bare, hands roaming over naked skin. Cal lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist, walking her backward until her naked back pressed against the window choked on the outside in ivy. “Miss me much?” he murmured as he trailed kisses and nips along her jawline and down the length of her throat. He tongued the pulse beating frantically at the base of her neck.

“No.” Her fingernails dug into his back, piercing skin, drawing blood. “I can’t miss you. We have no future together.” Her head leaned back against the glass, her breasts pressing against him.

“Who said I want a future with you now?” He shoved her up high enough to take a nipple into his mouth, biting down hard enough to elicit a gasp. Wicked satisfaction spread through him with the flame of desire. He wanted to cause her pain. Wanted to see her suffer as she’d made him suffer with her disappearance. “Is that why you left? You couldn’t picture a future with me?”

“I had good reasons to leave.” She sucked in a deep breath, her head lifting, her green-eyed gaze capturing his as her hands slid up to cup his face. “For the life of me I can’t remember one of them now.” She kissed him, her tongue thrusting into his mouth, taking his in a desperate tangle.

He lowered her over his cock, penetrating her in a hard, punishing thrust. Anger and desire merged to become a living, breathing entity within him, taking over his actions, destroying his self-control. He couldn’t stop himself from taking her, even if she’d said no.

His thrusts increased, until the glass in the window rattled.

Deme’s legs clamped hard around his waist, her body arching against his, taking him in as deeply as he could go until she cried out loud. Her body tensed around him as he slammed into her once more.

Just as he climaxed, he had enough sense to lift her off him at the last minute before he shot his seed into her womb.

Anger and desire still burned in his veins, but he didn’t have the strength to act on them. He let Deme slide down him until her feet touched the floor. His arms remained around her waist, his palms cupping her buttocks. Guilt flowed through him as he realized he couldn’t have stopped himself. If Deme had said no, he’d have raped her anyway. “What the hell just happened?”

Chapter 6

Deme stood with her back to the window, the thoughts in her head spinning like so much debris in an F5 tornado. The air in the room was thick, hard to breathe. “I don’t know. Just don’t let it happen again.” She pushed away from Cal and gathered her clothes.

Cal shoved a hand through his hair, standing it on end. “You weren’t fighting me.”

“Fine. I won’t let it happen again,” she reassured him, her lips firmly pressed into a line, even as her body tingled with awareness of his nakedness standing within reach. Inside, her blood raced through every organ, vein and the furthest reaches of her body, burning a path downward to her core. She ached with need and she still wanted him. Damn him! She turned away, gathering her clothing. “This isn’t about you and me.”

“I know. It’s about finding your sister.”

Deme faced him, pressing her jeans to her chest. “That’s right. This is about finding Aurai. It can only be about finding Aurai.”

“Message heard. It’s not as if I’m asking you to marry me. I learned my lesson. So don’t feel like you have to disappear again.”

That barb hit dead center and guilt burned in her gut. She drew herself up to her full five feet nine inches and faced him. “I had to leave. There are things you don’t know about me. Things you wouldn’t understand.”

“You didn’t give me a chance to understand. You didn’t give me a chance to get to know you.” Cal grabbed his jeans and slipped his legs into them, dragging them up his body. “I didn’t even know you had sisters. Seems like something a lover should know about the woman he’s sleeping with. The woman he proposes to.”