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My lips part in protest, but Corbin’s mouth presses to mine, silencing me. His tongue slides in and strokes against mine. It’s a shock to my system, and my heart races. I don’t know what I’m doing. For that matter, what he’s doing. My only guess would be from the way he spoke, he’s not rejecting me, but rather claiming me.
His hands slide down, curve over my rear, and lift me until I’ve no other choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel his thickness through the material of thesweatpants he’d given me last night. Even encased in the denim clenched at his waist, it’s enough to scare me. Yet there’s a thrill that rushes to my most intimate parts.
My nipples harden, brushing against the shirt I’m wearing, rasping against his chest. Moisture gathers between my legs as it’s never done before.
Corbin moves without taking his mouth away from mine. He lowers me to the mattress and braces himself over me.
“Mine,” he declares, ripping his lips away from mine. “Say it.”
“What?” I whisper, confused by what he’s saying. My mind is completely a mess with what I’m feeling. It’s not easy to process anything else.
“Tell me you’re mine, Syn,” The demand in his voice startles me and arouses me at the same time. Something about him calling me Syn feels good. What I don’t understand is why he wants me to tell him I’m his. “Because you damn well are mine. Just as you’re my Syn.”
“How?” I breathe not understanding how he could know —
“I don’t understand it either, Syn, but I can hear your thoughts. Almost like shifters of a pack can mind link with each other when we shift,” he explains, coming to lie on his side and rolling me to face him. His hand stays low on my rear.
“What all did you hear?” I ask nervously, unsure if I can handle any of this.
“Doesn’t matter what all I heard, just that I did, and I know the nerves that are rushing through your mind and body.”
Closing my eyes, I stare up at him in surprise, definitely not understanding him. How could he hear my thoughts? I didn’t think that it was possible.
“Syn, you gotta stop with the loud thoughts. It’s like you’re projecting them in my head, and the thoughts are starting to piss me off more than they already have.” He growls, his wolf sharing his eyes.
Only the Goddess herself knows why, but the sight of his eyes is remarkable, especially when man and wolf are together.
The growl that rumbles in Corbin’s chest startles me. It’s different from when he talks, and I don’t know why, but still I like the sound of it.
“Karsyn,” the rumble in his chest goes with the way he says my name in warning, and I know I need to heed it. Something deep inside me warns me to listen and submit to him as his mate.
If I do that, though, would he end up hurting me as I’ve been hurt so many times before?
Chapter Eleven
Corbin
Never in my life have I ever heard of a witch being able to project their thoughts as Karsyn’s thoughts came at me. It was like an open vortex between the two of us, and I could hear every bit of turmoil going through her. Even more, while I was tucking Sage in her bed, and all I could hear in my head was Karsyn’s fears. It was all I could do to block it out long enough to spend time with my little girl.
Then ,there was no blocking out the memories washing through her and flowing into my head. It was enough for my wolf to want to come out. He demanded I go to her and claim her. It’s nothing less than I want to do already, but knowing what she’s endured, it kills me. She’s my mate, and the pain of her past cuts right through me. Is it a mating thing? Is that why I can hear her thoughts so clearly? I haven’t even fucked her yet to be able to officially claim her the way I need to.
The whole thing with hearing her thoughts is something I don’t understand and the look in her eyes means she doesn’t either. That and the thoughts she projects my way confirm it. This woman, no matter her being a witch, has got to be the most innocent woman I’ve ever met. I don’t think she has any part of her that could be used as a trickster.
She even thought I was going to come in here and reject her. There’s no way in hell that was going to happen. Mates . . . fated as they are . . . there’s no second chances, not for ones like this. Shifters can mate with others, but those are by choice and not given by the moon. Those lucky enough to find such a mate know better than to turn away from such a gift.
“You’re mine, Karsyn,” I declare, the wolf inside me merging with me, sharing my voice for her to listen . . . to know whether she understands it or not. She belongs to both man and wolf. “I don’t give a shit you’re a damn witch or not. I saw what you showed me. I’ve heard the thoughts running through your head just now. Ever since I got back. We’re going to figure shit out, but first, you’re going to tell me who you belong to.”
“I don’t understand all of this,” Karsyn whispers, her confliction and confusion not just heard in her voice but also in her scent. She’s scared.
“You don’t have to, Syn.” Stroking her cheek, my wolf reaches out through my senses to hers, searching for the wolf inside her. Its spirit is there. Marking her as a shifter. No matter the fact she’s a halfling. “All you have to do is accept that you’re mine. I’ll handle the rest. It’s what mates are supposed to do,” I tell her, though I don’t even fucking know what I’m doing. What I do know is what Big Daddy taught Cyrus and me growing up. “I’m not going to hurt you. Hurting you means killing me. I’d never intentionally hurt you. If I do, it’ll never be without reason. Your safety is all that matters to me. Yours and my daughter’s.”
Long moments pass without her speaking, but those damn thoughts, shit, they gut me, yet somehow humble me as I watch the way she slowly nods.
“I . . . I . . . I think, I mean, I’m yours,” she utters with a breath.
“Good, now it’s time to get some sleep,” I state, wanting to do more than sleep. There’s a lot I want to do to her, but I’m not a total dick. Karsyn’s exhausted and needs to rest in order to regain her strength. Once morning comes, we’ll talk, and I’ll find out what the hell it is I need to know about the fucker who pulled the pop in and out of the air show for us tonight.
“I’m not ready to go to sleep, yet.” Panic has her eyes widening and her body stiffening.
