It’s been a whirlwind these last few weeks. So incredibly different from what I had imagined for my freshman year of college. All those times I spent daydreaming about what my life would look like now, none of that even came close to my current reality.
I never accounted for demons.
I definitely didn’t account for having magic.
I let out a sigh, feeling a shiver work around my body. I would figure this out. I would learn how to harness my magic, and I would woman up and finally confront my family for the answers I needed.
I decide to try something while we’re sitting out here alone and I raise my hands, coaxing the sparks to return. They sputter at first, but then they stay glowing with a little more concentration.
I furrow my brow and work that feeling down into my feet, imagining the skin knitting back together. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I have to try. I pull back the lights at my fingertips and send it down, down, down until I can feel my pain subsiding.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” I exclaim, hopping off the bike.
“What are you doing?” Walker stalks off his bike, following me with a frown. He looks ready to heft me over his shoulder.
I jump up and down, not feeling any pain whatsoever as I take off sprinting.
“I did it!”
Walker runs to catch up with me, peeling his helmet off.
“What the fuck, Salem.” His labored breathing sends a tuft of smoke into the frigid air.
“I fucking did it!” I run full sprint into his arms, linking my legs around his waist as he spins me with a smile.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I love seeing you like this. How are your feet not killing you right now?”
I smirk. “I healed them.”
His eyes go wide as I nod my head. “That’s insane!”
“That’s insane? You’re the one with a demon in his chest.” I push at him playfully as he lets me down.
“Come on, let’s get back to the house. I’m freezing.” He says, linking his fingers through mine.
I don’t know how I did it, but I can’t wait to see what else I can do.
ChapterSixteen
WALKER
SONG: I SCARE MYSELF BY BETH CROWLEY
Iride my motorcycle into its parking space, feeling the thrum of the engine vibrating through my legs. Yanking my helmet off, I turn to unlatch Salem’s helmet strap from under her chin. My fingers easily pry the clasps apart, tugging it from her head and letting her raven hair spill out like ink from a pen. She takes her helmet from me as she dismounts from the bike with the grace of a queen, hooking her helmet to hang from the handles.
Fuck, she has no idea just how much she affects me. How much I crave to call her mine.
I grab her, pulling her flush against me, my cock tenting painfully against my pants.
Her smile lights up her whole face and I feel my heart stutter inside my chest. It whirs against my Wrath blurring into an angry, rage-filled passion and need to claim her.
“What do you say we go inside and power you back up?”
Salem lets out a melodic laugh, pressing her lips to mine.
“Or we can power me up right here.” She shoves me down onto the bike and straddles my lap, grinding against me. I haven’t turned off the engine yet, so the vibrations rack throughout my body and up into hers. A thrill rolls through me knowing that anyone could walk by and see us right now, and the fact that she doesn’t care sends my heart rate skyrocketing.
A dim light above illuminates her soft curves as our breath fogs up into the night air. I kiss her deeply, eliciting a sensual moan from her. She moves to unbutton my pants, freeing my cock from its constraints.
