Chapter 19
That’s one hell of a spooky moon. Scott pulled the door of the cottage closed behind him. Round and crystal white, like a big, unblinking eye. Or like someone had taken a hole punch to the night sky. At least it would make it easier to see his way through the woods. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing out here, at this time.
He’d lain in bed, tossing and turning. Sleep wasn’t having anything to do with him tonight. Where was Dina? What was she doing out there in the north field?
When Scott closed his eyes, all he could picture was Dina. Dina by the firelight, Dina arching against him with his mouth on her breasts. He could still smell the scent of her skin against his: vanilla and cinnamon. Scott ached for more. He just had to touch her, be near her. Christ, he was already hard just thinking aboutit.
He’d slipped on the first pair of jogging bottoms and trainers he could find and headed outside. He could breathe easier in the night air.
Was it normal to feel like this with someone you’d just met? He’d heard stories of people who just knew the moment they’d met that they’d found their person. As his mum had reminded him, his parents had been two of them. A voice deep in his head told him that it shouldn’t be this easy, not after Alice.
Scott began making his way down the path away from the cottage, vaguely aware that his feet were taking him in the direction of the north field.
He couldn’t even begin to compare Alice and Dina. With Dina everything felt so…easy. Liking her was easy, and he suspected that loving her would be even easier. It would feel as natural as breathing. Perhaps it already did.
Scott tripped, a branch nabbing his ankle out of nowhere, sending him flying into a nearby thorn bush. Fucking great, he thought as he stood back up. His arms had a few scratches and his jogging bottoms were dusted with soil. He was suddenly thankful no one had seen him fall over. But where had that branch come from? Clearly he was so busy mooning over Dina he was unable to watch his footing.
Adrenaline-shaken from the fall, Scott continued onward down the toadstool-lined path that meandered through the woods. He couldn’t shake images of Dina from his mind. She’d bewitched him, and she hadn’t even needed her magic to doit.
Scott tried to think of something else, but it was difficult with all the blood rushing straight to his cock. He just needed the air, needed the walk. Anything was better than tossing about in bed.
Scott heard a shuffling sound in the forest to his left. In the same moment, the air around him stilled. There was no sound, not even a whistle of the breeze through the canopy.
“Hello?” he called. It was probably just a rabbit. Or a deer.
The forest stood dark and imposing on all sides of him, and he became suddenly aware that he was far from the cottage. There were no signs in these woods, and if there were they had long ago been swallowed by moss and tangled vines.
Another crunch in the shadow of the trees. Was there a dark shape moving there or was it his imagination? A horrifying thought came to Scott unbidden. If Dina had magic, and witches existed, what else might exist? What other things from myth and fairy tale might call these woods home?
And why did he inexplicably feel that whatever this was, it wanted to hurt him?
Scott felt a warm hand touch his back, sending a shiver across his body.
“What are you doing out here?” Dina spoke from behind him. She traced a finger along the muscles of his arm, trailing it into his hand, placing her palm against his. Warmth spread through him.
Scott glanced back at the trees, but whatever he’d seen had vanished when Dina had touched him. He was probably just sleep-deprived and insatiably horny and it was messing with his head.
“Just out for a walk. Needed to clear my head,” he rasped, turning to face her.
Scott knew, somehow, that if he looked down at Dina, it would be the end for him.
“Was your head feeling particularly full of something?” she asked innocently.
He couldn’t help himself any longer. He looked down at Dina and, fuck, she was there, stark naked. His brain short-circuited; it was too much. Moonlight bounced off her deep honeyed skin.
“Fuck, Dina. Look at you.” Scott’s voice was hoarse. She stared up at him with molten eyes. She was perfect, fuck, she was perfect. Just as he’d imagined—no, better than he’d imagined.
The curve of her hips, the softness of her belly and the swell of her breasts, her nipples stiff. For him. His eyes feasted their way down her body, to her inner thighs. If he kissed her there, would she be wet for him?
Her face was only hunger, only lust. He needed to have her.
Scott pulled her closer, running his fingers through her hair, down the curve of her shoulders and back. She fell into him with a moan, twining her arms around his neck, and it was all heat.
Scott cupped her chin, tipping his face down to meet her. The first touch of her lips sent a jolt straight through him. If he didn’t stop himself he would devour her. His hands found her ass and it was so round, and there was so much ofit.
“Christ, Dina,” he growled against her lips, “you smell like fire.” Those lips parted for him and she was all sweetness and warmth and delicious hunger. His tongue flicked against hers and she murmured into his mouth, pressing her breasts against his chest, running her nails across his back.
“I need you,” she whispered, and Scott had never heard anything better in his life. His lips found her neck and trailed down to the softness between her breasts. No thoughts, just need. His mouth found her breast, and as Scott’s tongue flicked the stiff bud of her nipple Dina moaned, her back arching and her head tipping back.
“You like that?” he said, refusing to remove her breast from his mouth as he spoke.
“Mmm.” Dina ran her hands down his chest, knotting her fingers through his chest hair. Claiming him. And fuck, he wanted to be hers. Those same fingers tracing the deep V of his belly, dipping beneath his jogging bottoms. He was so hard he was close to bursting. If she touched his cock, he’d probably come right then and there.
“I need to hear you say it, Dina. Tell me.”
“I need you, please. Scott. ” The way she said his name—he was lost. Scott lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around him. He wanted to slip his fingers inside her. To kneel before her and worship that pretty pussy with his mouth. If she tasted anything like how she smelled, Scott would lose his mind.
“I need you, but not here.” She looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. And then Dina took off at a run, rushing back through the trees toward the cottage.
Christ, the way her ass bounced up and down as she ran; he was ruined. He was going to make her scream his name, again and again.
She was making him chase her, and he was more than happy to. With a growl, Scott began to run, chasing Dina through the winding trees and onto the path to their cottage.
Dina fell against the door, her chest heaving.
Without words, Scott pulled her up into his arms, his lips crashing into hers, and he kicked the door of the cottage closed behind them. She was his.