Moonlit Feathers (17 page)
"One of my professors gave me the email address of some wiz... Damn it." He shook his head. "I should've told you sooner, but I was so hell-bent on getting the talisman back for my family—and claiming a spot in your life—that I didn't think about how easy it had been to get your location."
I leaned into him. "It's not your fault. I probably should've questioned this sooner, but now that you're in my life, I guess I'll have moving help." I grinned up at him mischievously.
"Just using me for my muscles," he said, a smile brightening his eyes. "I guess that'll work so long as you let me crash at your place occasionally. My roommate at the dorm likes watching TV until the wee hours, and keeps me awake."
"Who’s to say I wouldn't keep you up late too?" I winked at him, and the humor in his gaze was replaced with something more primal and dangerous.
"I think I'd take that kind of staying awake over listening to him watching cartoons." He pulled me closer, careful to not hurt me. "Maybe I'd like another sample of how you'd be keeping me up." A smoldering grin spread across his lips.
Moisture pooled between my legs from that look, as well as the feel of his warm body beside me.
Oh, boy...
He scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.
Cody crossed the room in a few long strides, then set me onto the bed. He leaned into me pressing me down into the mattress. I loved the feeling of him over me like this. None of the aches and pain from yesterday mattered right now, only being here with him.
I slid my hands to the hem of his shirt, enjoying the flexing of his rock-hard abs beneath it. Our lips met in a sensual brush of passion, but the kiss didn’t remain like that for long. It grew into something more like a torrential storm following a gentle breeze.
We removed one another’s clothes, tossing them to the floor. Somehow I doubted we’d been needing them again soon. His naked body was all hard, delicious muscle. My gaze trailed down to his large cock, and my mouth went a little dry. The idea of him filling me made my core clench.
I circled my legs around his waist to pull him closer. His nostrils twitched, and he grinned at me, probably knowing just how badly I wanted this. “I don’t think I have to ask if you want this.”
“You better not.” My voice was husky, almost sounding foreign to my own ears. Cody brought out a different, wilder side of me that I wanted to explore with him for the rest of our days.
He ran a hand over my breast, kneading it lightly before swiping his thumb over the hardened nipple. Arousal spread in the pit of my stomach, and I bit back a moan. He dipped his head to take the other nipple into his mouth. This time, I couldn’t stop my cry of pleasure.
I angled my hips toward his and pushed against him, causing him to slide against my clit. I rocked my hips against his cock.
Two can play this game.
A low groan rumbled in his chest, and he pulled away to put on a condom. The last thing we needed to worry about was little ravens or coyotes prowling around. He slid between my legs again. This time when I pushed against him, his tip slid inside me. Ecstasy swept through my body.
He grabbed my legs, holding them in the crook of his elbows. His fingers dug into my thighs as he pushed farther inside me. When he was all the way in, he paused for a moment, letting me get accustomed to his thick shaft.
I couldn’t wait though. My body was burning for him at a fever pitch. This needed to happen. He couldn’t draw this out. Both of us knew it. His body vibrated with lust between my legs. I thrust against him, taking the initiative. He leaned back his head, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob. When he looked back at me, his eyes were golden, like a coyote’s instead of the blue that had drawn me to him.
His hips met my thrusts at first, but that didn’t last long. He slammed into me over and over, so hard I could only wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and endure the sweet blend of heady desire he stirred in me.
I pulled him near again, nibbling his throat and running my mouth along his jawline before settling on his lips. “God, Cody, you’re amazing,” I murmured. Our tongues entwined in their own rhythmic dance as our climax grew ever closer to overtaking us.
Cody’s steady pace grew more out of control. Knowing he was as far gone as I was threw me over the edge. I squeezed my eyes closed and screamed as pleasure crashed into me. My body convulsed at the sheer intensity. The tight squeeze of Cody’s hands on my thighs and his guttural growl of release were the only things keeping me anchored.
My breath came out in ragged pants as I opened my eyes. He pulled away enough to drop onto the bed beside me. “I’m glad I picked up some frozen pizza while I was out now. I need more of that,” he said.
I ran a hand through his hair, smiling at him. “You and me both.”
Loneliness and regret were a thing of the past. If there was one thing that Kevin had done right, it was convincing me to move on. Now I had Cody, and I knew that life would be better because I'd stepped out from the shadow of grief to give him a chance. Our path might not be easy, but to have his love and him in my life, it would certainly be worth having him on the journey too.
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Excerpt for
The Witch Who Cried Wolf
Chapter One
Mia
Jessa’s New Age shop—Eternally Magick—was empty. Usually, Jessa was around. But, right now, she wasn’t. I leaned against the front counter, resting my forehead against the cool glass. Athames, crystals, jewelry and really cute dragon statues were locked in the case beneath my fingertips. While I enjoyed hanging out at the shop and seeing what new potions were available, I wished Jessa had given me some kind of clue as to why she wanted me here. But she was my best friend and mentor; the reason had to be important, if for nothing else to spend much needed time together.
I glanced over my shoulder at the wall of ingredients lining the shelves, ripe for the picking. It had been a while since I’d made a new potion. Maybe if I could stock up on a few things...
“Not what you’re here for,” I whispered to myself. The urge to see what she had nearly drove me away from the counter, but I held myself in check.
Making potions was one of my hobbies. I loved the creativity and excitement that went into building something from nothing, and the brief connection with my power.
Tapping my fingers on the counter, I stared at the curtained-off backroom. Worry crept into my chest. Why wasn’t Jessa here? She never stood me up. This wasn’t like her.
“Jessa?” Usually she came right out when the bells on the door chimed. Biting my lower lip, I considered going into the back. Someone could steal things without her keeping an eye on the store.
“Coming,” Jessa called. The black-haired and blue-eyed beauty swept into the front of the store like a hurricane of flowing skirts. She always looked like she’d just come from a Renaissance faire.
I loved the way she dressed, but I knew that style would never be my thing. My parents would think I’d flipped my lid, and my older brother....
Shudder
. Nolan would laugh at me, probably joking with his best friend—and my crush since forever—Ethan Parker.
“Where have you been? I was getting concerned.” Stepping around the counter, I wrapped my arms around her and she embraced me in a hug smelling of lavender and honey.
“Just in the back. I had to wrap up a call and I guess I didn’t hear you come in.” Jessa smiled, but something was up. She appeared a bit too eager to pretend everything was fine.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?” I placed my hand on her shoulder, trying to be comforting.
The door chimed, and we turned in unison toward the shop’s new arrival.
I blinked in surprise.
The man towered in the doorway, over six feet of pure muscle. If his shirt were a little tighter, I probably would’ve been able to see six-pack abs through it. What was he doing here?
He strode in as if he owned the place. There could be no doubt: ladies would drop their panties at his command. If I didn’t have a boyfriend....
Stop it, Mia!
“I’m looking for the owner,” the man said, his deep voice as smooth and sinful as his looks. Yet beneath his delicious exterior, something about him put me on edge. The hint of arrogance in his eyes and the sharp flare of power as he walked in the room were instant triggers. This guy wasn’t a mere mortal. He was something else, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. Aside from Jessa, I’d never met anyone else with this level of power.
Maybe I needed to get out more.
Jessa cleared her throat, as captivated by him as I was by the sound of it. “I’m the owner.” Her voice hit all the sultry tones and she swayed her shoulders. “Can I help you?” I wished I could pull her aside and tell her my feelings, but that would look way too awkward.
“We spoke over the phone. I’m interested in the potion.” He leaned his hip against the counter, standing only a couple feet away. Too close for comfort.
Since Jessa had business to take care of, I sidestepped toward the wall of ingredients, but Jessa grabbed my wrist, keeping me beside her. I cast her a dirty look, but she didn’t pay me any attention, focusing her gaze instead on Mr. Way-Too-Sexy.
“Right, I don’t have any of that in right now, but this woman makes some of the best healing salves I’ve seen.” Jessa nudged me forward, nearly throwing me into Mr. Sexy’s arms.
Glancing up his body to his eyes from so close strained my neck. My five-foot-six frame probably looked tiny beside him. An overwhelming sense of lust and intimidation washed over me.
“Hi.” I fought against a shiver.