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Cal’s face changed, rage and shock flickering over his features before he turned and marched out of the room.
Braxton turned to me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I swallowed hard and nodded. “You got here in time.” I turned my eyes to the blood on his chest and frowned. “What happened to you?”
“I killed them,” he said in a hoarse voice.
“Who?” I asked.
“The panther and the bear who hunted you to make you theirs.” His voice was hard, but his face softened. “I won’t let anyone touch you. No one is ever touching you again. Do you hear me?” He came two steps closer. “Not even me, if that’s not what you want.”
I swallowed and looked up into his eyes. I lifted my hand and touched him, tracing my fingers over his lips.
“I want you to touch me,” I said in a whisper. “Only you.”
His eyes changed, becoming darker. They turned into his human eyes and became the color of honey. He cupped my cheek and looked into my eyes, and the rage-filled magic faded. A change in the atmosphere replaced it, heat growing between us, stretching thin, filled with anticipation and need. I was very aware of how naked he was, of the fact that he had an erection now when he hadn’t had one when he’d taken Cal on.
Braxton leaned forward, but he caught himself.
“Wait,” he said.
He turned away from me and walked to my bathroom. I heard the shower water running, and I sank into the bed, sitting on the edge.
When Braxton came back, the blood had been rinsed off his body, and he smelled like soap and lust.
He growled softly at the back of his throat and took my hand. He pulled me up so that I was standing and cupped my cheek. His eyes locked on mine, and his magic wrapped around me.
He’d avenged me. He’d protected me. And now he was taking care of me.
I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to touch me.
I wanted him to make me his.
Braxton closed the short distance between us and pressed his lips against mine. I sighed and melted against him, leaning into his warmth and the magic that wrapped tightly around me.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, and his kisses became more urgent. Lust overwhelmed me, and I whimpered softly. His desire radiated off him, and it mirrored my own.
He kissed me harder, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting, probing.
His fingers found the hem of my shirt, and he slowly worked it up my body. His hand was large and rough on my skin, but his touch was gentle. While he worked my shirt up with his one hand, he slowly moved his free hand down my body. He moved his head to my neck, nibbling and kissing the skin there while he unwrapped me like a gift.
He curled his large body, leaning down, and kissed his way onto my chest, pulling off my shirt before he continued to kiss all the skin he exposed.
I whimpered as his hot mouth left a trail of fire in its wake, turning me into a puddle of need.
He kissed his way down my body, unclasping my bra and pulling it off so that I was topless, too. He kissed a line between my breasts, his hands large over my ribs. He sank to his knees in front of me and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans. They were stretch jeans, and he didn’t bother unzipping them before he pulled them down.
He pulled down my panties next, and I stepped out of the bunched material around my ankles. I was completely exposed and naked before him, and I shivered with anticipation. I wasn’t cold. I was hot, my skin on fire, and the magic that swirled around us added to the heat in the room.
Braxton held my hips and planted kisses on my pubic mound. I shivered when he licked a line along my hipbone, up against my side, and he cupped my breasts in his hands. He kissed each nipple and gently sucked on them, and I whimpered. The feel of his mouth on my erect nipples sent a current of electricity coursing through my body, and my stomach tightened. I became wetter than wet, ready for him to take me.
I ran my fingers through his thick hair and played with it at the base of his neck, feeling the way his muscles were hard and contracted as he moved his head from my breast to the other. He kneaded and massaged my breasts, his strong fingers digging into the soft tissue, and I tilted my head back and quivered with anticipation.
Braxton moved his way up my body and nudged me backward, so I sat down on the bed. He kissed me again, crawling onto the bed with me. I sighed when he kissed me on the mouth again, and his hands explored me once more. His hand traveled down my body, and he grabbed my leg, pulling it up. I lay back, and Braxton pushed his body against mine. His hand rested on the back of my thigh while he kissed my neck, my chest, my breasts, my stomach.
Slowly, he worked his way down my body toward my hips. His mouth lowered down still, until he closed it over my sex.
