“I’ll get my car keys.” Sarah stood.
Reginald cleared his throat. “Darling, we’ll travel the witch way. It will be faster.”
“Oh, right, of course,” Sarah helped her husband stand, trying to keep herself calm and focused. Reginald told her to grab the blue baseball cap from his office, the one Malcolm had worn as a boy when he’d wanted so badly to play non-magic sports, and Reginald had worked so very hard to learn the rules of baseball so he could play with his son.
When her hands closed around the cap, her fingers trembled. Reginald loved Malcolm fiercely… so why had he been so stupid as to make a blood vow about his future? She couldn’t understand it. Maybe that was her fault, because she hadn’t pushed her husband to share more about his world. She’d once believed he’d had good reasons for this, to protect her and Malcolm. But now she saw it for what it truly was. Pride, and perhaps even prejudice.
If we survive this… things are going to change. No more secrets. No more half-truths. I may not be a witch, but that doesn’t mean I can’t understand the ways of his world.
She returned with the cap. Her husband took it and held out his hand to her. She reluctantly put her hand in his. That spark that always came to life whenever they touched was still there, she couldn’t deny that, no matter how angry and afraid she might be.
“Ready?” Reginald asked her. Serafina grasped the other part of the baseball cap with him.
“Yes,” they said in unison.
A moment later, the room spun and everything vanished in the blink of an eye.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Calli tugged Malcolm into the house, gripped by a desperate need to feel his hands all over her body. She wanted to taste his skin and needed to feel him conquer her in that rough mating that lit her soul on fire.
She pushed him back against the closed door. “Kiss me,” she said, as the familiar patter of paws on the wood floor retreated to the kitchen, assuring they were alone.
“Calli, honey.” Malcolm jerked his leather jacket until it slid free of his shoulders. “What?—”
“Kiss. Me.”
Their eyes met, and he finally realized what she needed. Him. Not just now, but forever.
It was impossible to explain why the northern wind that had blown into the tiny town had left her feeling so wild and reckless. It warned her of the coming of winter, the coming dark, and the quiet, deathlike sleep of her gray world. That must have caused her to feel this desperate need to live.
Malcolm’s green eyes sharpened as he switched their positions so she was pinned against the door, arms above her head, wrists trapped in one of his hands. He was everything the cold northern wind wasn’t. He was fire. He was warmth. And his green eyes reminded her of everything worth living for.
He jerked up her skirt, scrunching it around her waist. He nudged his knee between her thighs, and she rubbed against his hard leg. Excitement rippled through her as the friction drove her mad with a desire so strong that she was close to begging for him to take her. Tilting her chin up so she looked into his enchanting eyes, Malcolm stroked the pad of his thumb over her lips suggestively.
Caught up in her own desire, Calli sucked on his thumb, drawing it in her mouth.
Malcolm groaned as he pressed her harder against the door. The heat of his body, the hardness between his hips, pressing against her own body, the wild beat of his heart so close to hers, trapped her in a blissful world where only they existed. He fisted her panties in one hand and tore them off her with a snap.
“Fuck me… here…” Calli gasped as he lifted her into the air and a shiver of heated magic drifted across her skin. The shirt and bra she wore disappeared with a magical pop and sizzle in the air, leaving her naked except for the skirt that was bunched up around her waist. His mouth took in one nipple, sucking on it as he freed Calli’s wrists. She wrapped her arms around his neck, cradling his head to her breast, her fingers sinking into the strands of his dark hair.
“Malcolm… I need you inside me,” she moaned.
His mouth released her breast. “You want me?”
“Yes! Please!” She tugged on his hair, needing him to feel her urgency. It was an exquisite punishment to wait for him to fuck her, but thankfully he didn’t make her wait too long.
He adjusted his body, still holding her against the door with his body and one hand while the other unfastened his jeans so he could free his cock. Before she could lock her legs fully around his waist, he was thrusting into her. The wood door banged into the frame as he sank all the way in. It was a rough, wild claiming of her body she needed.
“Oh God…” She hissed at the pinch of soreness and then the fullness of him within her. Malcolm’s mouth moved to her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive parts of the skin that lit her up like a star turning into a supernova.
He rammed deep into her again, the door protesting each time with a heavy thud as Malcolm fucked her within an inch of her life.
Her body quivered and shuddered as a climax hit hard and fast. She came, screaming his name. New wetness rushed to coat his shaft, which allowed him to move even faster, penetrating her even deeper.
Calli never wanted to lose this feeling of being so truly connected to him. The thin veil that separated them was just that, a whisper thin barrier. Would this be the moment that finally bonded them?
“You’re mine,” Malcolm rasped in her ear. “You will always belong to me. Just as I belong to you. This”—he punctuated with a grunt and a thrust—”Is ours. It’s us… only us.”
