Page 12 of Trickery

Chapter Five

No. She didn’t feel alone. Willow glared at her captor. But why did she have to feel this way, this incredible bonding, with a jerk like him?

He’d restrained her again. Once he’d recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm, mere seconds later, in fact, he’d wrapped her up in those silken bonds once more.

The fucker.

She was helpless, bound, naked.

“Don’t pout, Willow.” He sat, on the chair across the room—using the distance like a shield—with this legs pulled up beneath him, wearing nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants. “It doesn’t become you.”

“Damn it, Austin. Let me go.”

His smile was slow, sleepy. “You know I can’t do that.”

“Why the hell not?”

His answer stunned her. “Because I’m not finished with you yet.”

“Not…” Hell. He’d already ruined her for any other warlock—any worth having at any rate—rubbed his scent all over her from head to toe. What more could he want?

The prospects inexplicably sent excitement scudding through her.

“Besides, you’re much stronger than I expected. Much stronger than a mere novice should be.”

She sniffed. “I’m a good student.”

“Apparently. But beyond that…I find I want you again.”

Again? They’d just fucked. Twice. How could he possibly want her again?

He chuckled as though he could read her mind. Her belly lurched. Could he? Read her mind? A horrifying thought.

“Obviously your potion was stronger than you intended. I’m still in your thrall.” His smile became a smirk. “I have no intention of letting you go until I’m done with you. And I’m not done with you yet.” Passion burned in his eyes, his soul. Feral passion…for her.

Holy hell. Maybe she had overdone it a little.

She yanked at her bonds but only to exercise her frustration. She knew she couldn’t break free. “And when will that be? When will you be done with me? My Circle’s tomorrow.”

His expression tightened. His nostrils flared. A muscle jerked in his cheek.

“Austin? Did you hear me? My Circle’s tomorrow.”

He glared at her. “You’re not attending that Circle.”

Her heart seized. “But, I have to. I’ve been called.” He knew the rules, the immutable rules. Surely he did. Even though she was ruined—utterly ruined—she would still be expected to make an appearance before the Congregation. She didn’t really have a choice.

Neither did he.

But his expression was unyielding. Hard.

“How on earth do you expect to keep me here?”

He stood and paced the room, dragging a palm over his face. “I’ll hide you.”

She let go a delirious laugh, a bubble of panic. “Are you insane? Austin, you cannot hide me from them. Not if they’re looking.”

He loomed over her and snarled, “I don’t want you attending the Circle.”