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“What about you?”
“I have a seat on the bride’s side apparently.” He didn’t seemed bothered in the slightest, which was odd. Surely he should do considering she’d just kissed him, and he’d effectively being invited into such an important day for her family.
“Fine, let’s go.” They walked off, leaving the bathroom, and the kiss, far behind. It was all very odd. This wasn’t how she expected a love potion to work. He should be doting on her surely? Instead he just seemed indifferent. Unless...maybe something about a mating bond superseded the love potion’s magic. That seemed like the kind of thing that would happen. Except that it couldn’t. If she accepted that that was a thing, then she had to accept that Felix was her mate, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that. Even if there had been sparks when she’d touched his bracelet earlier. She’d never sparked accidentally before. No. She had to stop thinking about this, otherwise it was going to take over her mind and completely ruin the date she was trying to have with Skyler.
Chapter Eight
Felix watched Mia from across the top table. It was nearly time for his speech and he was anxious to know how she’d respond. He’d had to keep it generic anyway, there was no way that he couldn’t without revealing anything terrible about Robert. Or that he didn’t think Robert and Bex were well suited to one another. He was even more sure of that now, which made him unreasonably glad that there was nothing personal in the speech itself. He didn’t want to mislead the woman he was meant to be with into believing Robert was a good choice for anyone.
He tapped his spoon on his champagne flute, calling the room to silence and rose to his feet. At other weddings he’d been to, the groom was actually the one to kick off the speeches, but that didn’t seem to be happening here. And Robert had said that Bex’s Dad had refused to give a speech at all. Maybe he wasn’t the only one to think this marriage was a bad idea after all.
“Hi everyone, thank you for coming to this special day of Bex and Robert’s,” he started, clearing his throat nervously. “It’s really something to meet the one person that’s meant to be yours forever, and it’s something that should be treasured beyond everything. I remember the day that Robert told me he was going to propose. I was surprised, I think, but then I met Bex and it all made sense. She’s a talented, beautiful and kind woman, who-“ he stopped speaking. He didn’t want to say that she deserved the happiness she was getting today. Partly because he didn’t believe that Robert could provide it, but also because the bride in question didn’t look particularly happy in the slightest. In fact, she looked as if she was about to cry. He glanced over at Mia who was watching her sister with concern and exchanging glances with the younger one, Faye he thought she was called.
“Sorry about that, something caught in my throat - emotion probably,” he caught himself and the audience laughed. Pandering most likely, it hadn’t been that funny. “Anyway, I was saying how wonderful Bex was and how she deserves as much happiness as could possibly come her way. Which I’m sure everyone that’s ever met her can agree with. Robert’s been my friend for a long time, and I can safely say that he is one of the luckiest men alive to have this woman as his own today. So, to the bride and groom!” He raised his champagne flute in a toast, and it took everyone a couple of moments to catch on that he was done. He supposed that was to be expected considering that his speech had been on the short side.
“The bride and groom,” the room chorused. He glanced back across the table and his eyes met Mia’s, something like understanding passing between them. She’d heard between the lines of what he was saying, he was sure of it.
The blonde man to her left whispered something in her ear and she almost batted him away, but didn’t break eye contact with Felix. Interesting. From their body language he seemed a lot more into her than she was to him. Maybe this was the guy that she’d used the love potion on. But if that was the case, then why wasn’t she more into him too? Unless it was something to do with the odd bond that seemed to be forming between the two of them. Felix almost grinned to himself, pleased that he seemed to be having an effect on the pretty dark haired woman.
Chapter Nine
Mia waited at the side of the dance floor having narrowly avoiding dancing with Skyler. Her interest in him was waning by the second and she needed to find a way to ditch him for good. Maybe then she’d stop throwing gooey eyes at the best man.
Felix was standing across the room and clearly trying not to look at her almost as much as she was trying not to look at him. Something was connecting the t
wo of them and it was getting more and more difficult to ignore. If she wasn’t careful then she was going to end up doing something stupid. Though on second thoughts, that sounded kind of fun.
Mia glanced around the room, making sure that she couldn’t see Skyler. While he was still under the love potion she didn’t actually want to hurt his feelings. Not seeing him anywhere, she weaved through the dancing couples, briefly noting how stiff and formal Reese and Faye seemed as they danced. She made a note to herself to see if there was anything she could do to help her sister and the shifter. They clearly wanted one another, so there must be some kind of block on them stopping them acting on it. But right now, she had something far more important to deal with.
She reached the other side of the dance floor and glanced up to see that Felix had given up trying to not watch her. Instead, his eyes followed her like a hawk as she approached. She thought about just jerking her head as a signal to follow her, but decided against it. She didn’t want there to be any chance that he’d misunderstand her. Instead she reached him and grabbed hold of his wrist, dragging him towards the double doors next to the DJ booth. Felix didn’t resist at all, and she quickened her pace. Now that she’d decided she was going to do this, excitement was building and she was desperate to get started.
They exited through the doors without anyone really noticing, and she turned left, down the corridor that contained a cupboard she’d spotted earlier. She could have taken him back to her hotel room, but then where was the fun in that?
Yanking the handle, she opened the door and pushed him inside, already reaching behind her to undo the back of her dress. Catching on to what she was trying to do, Felix’s hands flew to the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly pulled it downwards, his hand caressing her skin as he did.
“Aren’t you worried someone will walk in?” he whispered. She shook her head.
“Are you?”
“Little bit,” he said, chuckling. Mia smiled to herself before lifting her hand and letting her magic dance across her fingertips. Sending it out towards the door, she instructed it to lock, hoping that her weak magic would hold long enough to stop anyone actually opening. She had her doubts, but Felix didn’t need to actually know that.
“Better?”
“Undoubtedly.” He proved his word by pushing her dress off her shoulders and watching as it pooled into a heap on the floor. She shivered as the cold air touched her skin, anticipation building as she thought about what was to come.
She spun around to face him, finding that he was already shrugging out of his shirt and tie, letting them drop to the floor next to her dress. Their clothes would probably end up covered in dust, and showing the evidence of what they were about to do, but it felt too right for Mia to be able to ignore it. Fire burned in his eyes, and she couldn’t resist a moment longer. Pressing her body against his, she kissed him for the first time. Yet it didn’t feel like a first kiss. It felt like it was coming home and an explosion at the same time. Words couldn’t describe how right it was. Felix slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Her hands roamed over his chest, enjoying the feel of firm muscles beneath her fingertips. Trailing them further down, she unclasped his belt buckle and slipped it through the loops. She let it fall to the floor, anxious to return to her explorations, but Felix had other ideas. With two strong hands at her hips, he lifted her so that she was perched on the table of cleaning supplies that seemed to be sharing the cupboard with them, and stepped between her legs. He trailed kisses down her neck and she rolled her head back allowing him better access, ever so briefly regretting that he wasn’t a shifter and wouldn’t be biting her. As if he’d heard her thoughts, which was surely impossible, Felix grazed his teeth across her skin and she groaned loudly. If he carried on like this then she was going to find it impossible to hold back.
Felix slipped his hand between them, and moved it between her legs. She bucked against him, desperate for him to touch her. He chuckled, the sound vibrating along the length of her neck and she whimpered, it was all too much. She was sure she’d never survive more. Which was the moment that he pushed her underwear to the side and pushed a firm finger inside her. All of the doubts she’d had about him since meeting melted away. There was no way that he was anything but the one for her. The thoughts fled from her mind as he moved his fingers faster and as much as she was enjoying it, she needed more, and if the sparks that were dancing behind her eyes were any indication, her magic wanted more too.
Trying everything she could to focus past the sensation, Mia opened her eyes to find Felix looking at her with an intense look in his eyes, one that said much more than words ever could. She smiled lazily at him, before maneuvering her hands so that she could unzip his fly and remove the rest of his clothing. Then the fun could really start.
“Ah,” Felix said, pulling his hand away from between her legs as he flinched in shock. Panic flared behind her eyes.
“Are you okay?” Her voice came out huskier than she expected and she was rewarded with a heavily lidded look from Felix. He placed a reassuring hand on her thigh, and she was relieved that nothing serious seemed to be amiss.
“You seem to be sparking.” He nodded downwards and she followed his gaze to where her hands were resting against his taut stomach.
