Page 71 of Rogue Witch

I kiss her, then thrust my tongue inside her mouth. She slips her arms beneath my arms and wraps them around my back. My cock is making its need known in the most demanding way. Will she…. She slides her palms down my back and cups my arse.

I break the kiss and trace wet kisses along her jaw, her neck, then to the stiff nipple poking against the white fabric of her t-shirt. I take the nipple in my mouth and suck. She draws a sharp breath. Oh yes, she likes that. Her fingers dig into my arse through my jeans and she arches against my cock. I move my mouth to her other nipple and, this time, only ring the stiff bud with my wet tongue. She arches into my mouth.

We’ve got to get out of these clothes. I raise onto my knees, pulling her with me. I reach for the hem of her t-shirt, but she impatiently pushes my hand aside and yanks her shirt up and over her head.

I cup her perfect breasts. The luscious weight feels so right in my hands. Leilah pushes my hands aside, then pulls my hoodie over my head and tosses it onto the floor. My t-shirt follows. She shimmies out of her sweatpants and panties and pushes them onto the floor. I can’t tear my eyes away from her. She’s beautiful. I want so badly to toss her onto her bed and drive into her until she calls my name.

Leilah grasps a loop of my jeans and tugs. “These have to go.”

I jump from the bed, toe off my boots, then shuck my jeans and boxer briefs.

She grasps my hand. I don’t resist when she tugs me to the bed and onto her. My cock makes contact with the curls between her legs and the need to show her how much I love her pulses through my veins. I close my eyes and nuzzle her hair. She releases a soft breath that washes over my shoulder and sends a shiver across my flesh.

Leilah rocks against my erection. Pleasure draws my bollocks up. I kiss her and she sucks my tongue into her mouth. I taste every inch of her, then thrust my tongue in and out of her mouth as I intend to do to her channel. She moans. The woman will drive me mad.

Turnabout is fair play.

I pool my concentration—no easy feat with her rubbing against me, as she is—and command soft energy into my fingertips. I break the kiss and watch her face as I lightly graze my fingertips along her cheek. A tiny swirl of multi-colored energy sparks across her skin. Her brows draw together. I trace a finger along her neck, then…her taut, pink nipple. She gasps. The sound sends a message straight to my cock.

Leilah arches into my fingertips. I smile. Her fingers press into the flesh of my arse. Perfect. The tiny whirlpool of energy sparks. She wriggles restlessly beneath me.

“Blade.”

The need in her voice tugs at my soul as much as my body. Ciarah is finally home.

I kiss her, slow, tender and with the intention of never letting her go. She releases a small sigh and traces her fingers along my spine. I shiver. Ciarah is the only woman who ever made me shiver.

I reach between us and fit my cock to her opening. I grit my teeth and force calm as I slowly ease into her tight channel. Wet heat surrounds the crown and squeezes until I’m hilt deep. Leilah releases a contented sigh. Then I pull back and drive deep. She gasps and her fingers tighten in my flesh. I pull back then thrust again, harder, faster.

Leilah draws her knees up so that she can lift her hips to meet my thrusts. She pulls my head down and sucks my ear lobe. Her hot breath on my neck sends a shudder through me. Pleasure coils around my cock and I groan. She angles her body so that the side of my cock slides along her sex. She sucks on my ear harder. I fear I won’t last much longer.

I pull my ear from her mouth, press my mouth to her ear, and whisper, “Are you ready, love?”

“Blade,” she whispers, and I know that I’m driving her wild.

I increase my speed. I won’t stop until she is satisfied.

“Oh god,” she groans.

I press a kiss to her ear, then slide my tongue along her jaw, then down her neck to the sensitive place where neck meets shoulder. I suck the flesh. She shivers. When she cries out, her channel tightens around my cock and I let my head drop into the pillow as my climax rolls over me. I thrust until her hold relaxes and I have milked the last of the pleasure from her.

When I roll to her side and pull her against me, she buries her face in the crook of my neck and I wonder how I can ever leave her again.

Chapter Twenty-Six

LEILAH

My heart skips a beat as the door closes behind Blade. When he stepped into my room, I hadn’t intended to fuck him. When I woke up with him beside me, I did. I’ve wanted Blade since I met him a nearly a month ago. But fucking isn’t what we’d done. He made me feel so…vulnerable. I swallow. I hadn’t known fucking—making love—could be like this. A part of me wonders if Blade actually touched my soul and I’m struck with the strange feeling that he knows me. Loves me.

Had he loved Nova? Had he known her? But I know the answer. Yes, and yes. Had it been like this with all of them? Had Nova known all of them intimately? The answer again, yes. My mouth goes dry. How was that possible? Why would four men love one woman like that? Wait. Not four, but five. Who is the fifth? God help me. How could a woman deal with so much intensity?

I have to get out of here. I jump from bed and grab a long sleeve shirt and jeans from the closet, then begin to dress. Another question echoes off the inside of my skull. Did Blade sense the Shadows that entered my body in the Reaping? Had they followed me here? My chest tightens, but I don’t know if my reaction is normal fear or if it’s them.

“Stony?”

Where the hell is that pig?

I pause in buttoning my jeans. Shit. When Stony disappeared, I should have realized what was about to happen. She always knows when I’m going to get busy with a man. Guilt washes over me. ‘Getting busy’ isn’t what happened between Blade and me. I grab clean socks, then stuff first the left foot into one, then the right. I get my tennis shoes from the closet and sit back on the bed.