Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Calli held her breath as Malcolm pulled back the sheets of her bed.
He turned to her, clad only in that low-slung towel, and smiled.
Her lips trembled with desire at the thought of what they were about to do.
He tugged her towel free, the cool air caressing her skin as his hot gaze raked over her, causing her belly to flutter.
“Get in,” he coaxed, his voice smooth and sexy, as he gently tugged her toward her bed.
She climbed in as Malcolm dropped his own towel, revealing the rest of that gloriously naked body of his and a massive cock. Her face grew so hot she was surprised she didn’t set anything nearby on fire. A shimmer filled his green eyes as he climbed in bed with her.
“Let me hold you a bit first,” he whispered, pulling her to cuddle against him. He buried his face in her neck, then her hair, which spilled out across the pillow.
“Even after a storm, you still smell like sunshine,” he murmured against her ear. “How is that possible?”
“I don’t know,” Calli confessed. “Malcolm?” She whispered his name, feeling strangely shy.
He lifted his head. “Yes?”
“Why were you on the cliffs?”
Pain and confusion erased the gentleness in his features for a moment, and she lost herself in the forest of his green gaze. “I don’t know. The last thing I remember is leaving Mrs. Greenlee’s. She said…” He shook his head a little.
“Said what?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But we have to.” She stroked her fingertips over his jaw. It pained her to see him struggle with this. Whatever he was holding back wasn’t going to be good.
He let out a slow breath. “She said only a blood sacrifice could restore the wards.”
The wind was knocked out of her. No one had cast a spell requiring a blood sacrifice in Moonstone Falls in over several hundred years. They weren’t just dangerous, they almost always cost someone’s life.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promised. She believed him.
“But what about you?” If he thought she was just going to sit by and let him do something stupid and noble, he could think again.
“I keep thinking about the things that happened even before I was born,” Malcolm said. “Maybe I was always born to die.” Calli saw the heartbreak and disappointment in his eyes. “I’ve never fit in this world, magical or normal.”
She caught his cheek in her palm. “You fit with me.” Her finger stroked his bottom lip. “You’ll always fit with me.”
And it was true. Something about Malcolm just fit. He felt right in her home, in her life, in her heart. There was so much more to talk about, but right now, she needed to touch him, to feel him, to know what it meant to be with him in every way.
“Now kiss me,” she said. The hint of mischief in her voice chased away the shadows in his eyes.
“Well… if you insist.”
“Oh, I do.” She continued to trace his lips, and he nipped at her fingertip, making her laugh. Then he moved above her and claimed her mouth again.
The attraction she had felt for him when she’d first seen him covered in smashed pumpkin was nothing compared to the desire she felt now.
His long, dark, lashes fluttered down, briefly hiding the burning intensity of his smoldering green eyes.
He kissed her slowly, softly, yet every touch of his lips added to the fire she felt low in her belly.
She didn’t resist when he used one of his knees to part hers. His thighs pressed against her heated core and she arched up, the movement creating a delicious friction as her clit rubbed against his hard thigh. Everywhere the scent of rain and ancient magic called to her, drugging all of her senses.
His lips parted and his tongue met hers, sending waves of desire through her. She had never felt anything like this, something so forbidden and yet destined at the same time. His hunger, once contained in chaste, sweet kisses, now became insistent, more insatiable.
“Tell me you’re ready for me,” he whispered. “Tell me I can have you.” She knew by the flood of responding wetness between her thighs that she was more than ready.
“Yes!” she gasped. But he didn’t take her. Not right away. He kissed her neck, teased her in places with his lips and tongue that sizzled with a heat only he could create. He nudged her legs wider apart and settled in the cradle of her thighs.
He raised his hips as one hand slid down between their bodies to grasp his cock and guide himself into her.
Those first few seconds, she tensed and he whispered soft, sweet words in her ear.
At last, he sank deeper, as something gave way in her.
The pressure of being filled by him was intense, almost overwhelming, and she moaned, struggling beneath him.
“That’s it, honey, you’re doing so well… taking me so good.” Malcolm’s words soothed her as he waited for her to adjust, until she finally nodded that he could continue.
“Let me see your eyes, beautiful girl,” he said, and Calli met his burning gaze.
“That’s it, eyes on me.” Then he thrust deep the last few inches, taking her by surprise.
She cried out as he sank all the way in, their hipbones pressed tight to one another.
There was nothing that could have prepared her for that feeling of fullness, of connection with him.
It went beyond even the most ancient of spells.
It was an entirely different kind of magic, one that needed no incantations or potions. This was magic of the body.
“You okay?” he asked. The hard lines of his face were achingly beautiful, and the light shadow of a beard on his jaw made him seem intensely real to her then in a way she’d never known another person could feel.
Even in a moment when most men would have just lost themselves in pleasure, he was focused on her needs.
She was seriously in danger of falling in love with him, now more than ever.
“Yeah…” she answered. The pressure was already beginning to fade, and she could feel her desire growing again.
Malcolm nuzzled her nose with his, grinning. “You feel so amazing,” he said. “You’re gripping me like a fist, and it feels fucking incredible.”
She blossomed under his praise and relaxed even more.
She rolled her hips, testing herself by letting him move inside her.
The pressure was nearly gone but when he withdrew and slowly pushed back in, it felt…
oh God, it felt amazing. She opened her legs wider to receive him.
He moved against her in a slow, steady rhythm that matched her breath, but she wanted more.
She wanted Malcolm’s wildness. She’d sensed that inside him the moment they’d met, and now more than ever she wanted to experience that raw, animal lust that his eyes and touch had promised her.
“I can take it,” she insisted. “I can take you.”
His eyes held hers. “You can.”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. He drew all the way back and sank in harder, faster.
Something inside of her, that ache, that need, only grew sharper with every thrust. His movements, that fullness and deep penetration sent her racing towards an orgasm.
It was so close…she just needed more of his hips moving just like that…
“Like that… oh yes… like that!” She thrashed her head on the pillow and arched up into him.
Their connection was no longer limited to their bodies.
Spells danced overhead, ones that made her gasp and wonder.
Spells that moved the very stars. His hard, rough strokes shook her body and the bed beneath them.
She realized in that moment that their lovemaking was creating pure magical energy above them, an energy that was strong and so perfectly in tune that she knew that magic could do amazing, wonderful things.
The flowers climbing up her bedpost, much like in the guestroom he’d been sleeping in, blossomed to life, fresh colorful blooms fanning out in response to their lovemaking.
A waterfall of fox orchids draped down one side of the bed, creating a vast purple curtain.
The fragrance of freesia filled the room as they made love.
The urge to let go and truly open herself up to him so completely was so overwhelming that she gave in.
Malcolm braced himself above her, and the weight of his hard, muscled body driving relentlessly into her obliterated the last of her control.
The rough motions of their bodies joining in the darkness of the flower-filled room sent her rocketing over the edge even harder than before.
She was freefalling, with nowhere to catch herself. She cried out, half in fear, half in surprise. She hadn’t expected to feel so out of control. Her legs shook so violently that her whole body shuddered. The pleasure was simply too much for her to contain.
“It’s okay, honey, I’ve got you,” Malcolm whispered. He drove in one more time and his body went rigid.
A sweet and tender heat filled her inside as he came and she clung to him. His body quaked over hers as he rocked against her, not wanting to disrupt the exquisiteness of this ancient connection.
She looked up at him in wonder. This was why she’d waited, so she could know this passion only with him.
Life’s three most powerful words hung on her lips, but remained unspoken.
It was too soon. But oh how much she yearned for those words to be free.
Maybe she should? How could she deny how she truly felt?
“Malcolm, I—” she began, then she saw something over his shoulder. “Oh my God, look!” She pointed at the window opposite her bed.
He rolled so they both lay on their sides, facing the window. Outside in the midnight blue of the night sky stars fell… hundreds of them.
“It’s a meteor shower,” Calli breathed.
Her heart quivered in response to this beautiful sight. She had glimpsed a few shooting stars before, but this? It was beyond anything she’d ever imagined.
Malcolm curled up into her so their bodies fit against one another as he looked away from the stars and only at her.