I pull back, “Fuck! No, no, no. Let me down!” I manage to wrench myself away from him, my head feeling fuzzy and confused. Why the hell did I just do that?
“Salem.”
“Leave me alone, Emmet.” I say, taking off into a run back down the path, ignoring him as he calls out my name. I’m so freaking mad at myself for letting him get to me like that. Fuck his good looks and southern drawl, luring me like a moth to a flame.
I shove it down, deciding not to think about it or analyze it. I have too much going on to add getting mind fucked by Emmet freaking St. James.
ChapterFifty-Eight
EMMET
SONG: THRONE BY SAINT MESA
Ididn’t plan to kiss her when I followed her out to the woods. I waited nearby, watching and waiting for my moment to fuck with her. While she was full of power, there wasn’t much I could do but annoy her, and since I found out Pierce didn’t heed our warning, I was determined to follow through with my threat.
I don’t know what came over me. One minute I was taunting her and the next, I had her pressed against a tree, wishing I could be in her one more time.
I give her a wide berth as she runs back to the house, and I realize how much I want her for myself.
I can see the way she moves through the trees. I have the desire to prowl after her, wanting to tackle her to the ground like a predator and make her take me.
“Salem.” I call out, but she only runs faster.
My patience snaps.
My feet pound into the ground as I catch up to her. She must hear me because she picks up her pace, running off the path and into the trees. I leap over a fallen log as she struggles to keep going. My need to consume her, feel her on me again, spurs me on. Faster. Harder.
She lets out a shriek as I gain on her. Her scarf flails in the wind behind her. I snatch it, yanking her backwards.
I hear her let out a choking sound as she claws at the knitted material. I pull her to me, noting the sweat that beads at her hairline. Her headband lays askew, no longer covering her ears.
Her jade green eyes are blown wide, breath coming in fast.
“Got you.” I say, pulling her against me. I’m so fucking hard for her. Chasing her through the woods only intensified the overwhelming feelings of need and desire.
“Let me go.” She says, squirming against me.
I’m aware that if she really wanted me to get off her, she would have used her magic on me by now.
“You’re enjoying this.” I say into her ear, feeling her body shiver against me. “You know how to get rid of me. You’re powerful, Salem. No, you’re craving this as much as I am.” I say, unbuttoning her coat. She doesn’t stop me, letting me feel my way down her luscious body. I take in every curve.
“I hate you.” She says, turning to face me, tears staining her cheeks.
“I know.” I say, grabbing her and kissing her forcefully and pushing her up against the nearest tree.
She digs her nails into my neck, and I let her. I take the pain she unleashes on me. I take her hatred. I scarf it down, enjoying every fucking second.
She pulls at my clothes, while I rip at her pants.
I don’t even wait, shoving my cock into her, lifting her thighs while I pummel myself into her.
“Fuck!” I growl. She snatches my bottom lip into her mouth, drawing blood as she meets me stroke for stroke.
“I hate you so fucking much.” She says, while I fuck her harder. Tears track down her face, and the sight of her so undone for me has me almost losing it.
“But look how well you take me.” I say, grabbing her by the jaw and making her look down to where we’re joined. She lets out a moan as she watches me fill her.
“I don’t fucking trust you.” She says, tears shimmering in her eyes.
