Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Corbin
Never in my life have I ever heard of a witch being able to project their thoughts as Karsyn’s thoughts came at me.
It was like an open vortex between the two of us, and I could hear every bit of turmoil going through her.
Even more, while I was tucking Sage in her bed, and all I could hear in my head was Karsyn’s fears.
It was all I could do to block it out long enough to spend time with my little girl.
Then ,there was no blocking out the memories washing through her and flowing into my head.
It was enough for my wolf to want to come out.
He demanded I go to her and claim her. It’s nothing less than I want to do already, but knowing what she’s endured, it kills me.
She’s my mate, and the pain of her past cuts right through me.
Is it a mating thing? Is that why I can hear her thoughts so clearly?
I haven’t even fucked her yet to be able to officially claim her the way I need to.
The whole thing with hearing her thoughts is something I don’t understand and the look in her eyes means she doesn’t either.
That and the thoughts she projects my way confirm it.
This woman, no matter her being a witch, has got to be the most innocent woman I’ve ever met.
I don’t think she has any part of her that could be used as a trickster.
She even thought I was going to come in here and reject her.
There’s no way in hell that was going to happen.
Mates . . . fated as they are . . . there’s no second chances, not for ones like this.
Shifters can mate with others, but those are by choice and not given by the moon.
Those lucky enough to find such a mate know better than to turn away from such a gift.
“You’re mine, Karsyn,” I declare, the wolf inside me merging with me, sharing my voice for her to listen .
. . to know whether she understands it or not.
She belongs to both man and wolf. “I don’t give a shit you’re a damn witch or not.
I saw what you showed me. I’ve heard the thoughts running through your head just now.
Ever since I got back. We’re going to figure shit out, but first, you’re going to tell me who you belong to. ”
“I don’t understand all of this,” Karsyn whispers, her confliction and confusion not just heard in her voice but also in her scent. She’s scared.
“You don’t have to, Syn.” Stroking her cheek, my wolf reaches out through my senses to hers, searching for the wolf inside her.
Its spirit is there. Marking her as a shifter.
No matter the fact she’s a halfling. “All you have to do is accept that you’re mine.
I’ll handle the rest. It’s what mates are supposed to do,” I tell her, though I don’t even fucking know what I’m doing.
What I do know is what Big Daddy taught Cyrus and me growing up.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Hurting you means killing me.
I’d never intentionally hurt you. If I do, it’ll never be without reason.
Your safety is all that matters to me. Yours and my daughter’s. ”
Long moments pass without her speaking, but those damn thoughts, shit, they gut me, yet somehow humble me as I watch the way she slowly nods.
“I . . . I . . . I think, I mean, I’m yours,” she utters with a breath.
“Good, now it’s time to get some sleep,” I state, wanting to do more than sleep.
There’s a lot I want to do to her, but I’m not a total dick.
Karsyn’s exhausted and needs to rest in order to regain her strength.
Once morning comes, we’ll talk, and I’ll find out what the hell it is I need to know about the fucker who pulled the pop in and out of the air show for us tonight.
“I’m not ready to go to sleep, yet.” Panic has her eyes widening and her body stiffening.
“Why’s that?” I ask cautiously, for the first time since getting in, not hearing her thoughts, just feeling her emotions.
“I . . . I’m just not tired,” Karsyn answers and attempts to shove away from me.
I smell the lie easily, and it pisses me off.
“You can either go to sleep or tell me the fuckin’ truth,” I demand. “I won’t tolerate lies, Syn. You lie to me, and you can deal with the consequences.”
“I’m not lying.” The protest leaves her lips.
Narrowing my gaze, I lift off the bed, roll her to her back, and come over her, settling between her legs.
“Why don’t you want to sleep, Karsyn?” I let her feel me between her legs.
“What’s got you freaking the fuck out about sleeping?
” There’s no way in hell I’m going to drop this and let her be. “And don’t lie again.”
“Get off me.”
Karsyn presses against my chest in an attempt to get me to move, only to learn I’m not going to budge. Only then does she start glowing as she did before, and I shift, feeling what she’s about to do, and I’m not about to let her. She’s going to disappear again, and I refuse to let it happen.
Dipping my head down, I claim her lips, distracting her from anything else.
Karsyn stiffens for all of a second. The tension washes away, and she relaxes.
The scent of her arousal, sweet and intoxicating, fills the air.
To keep her from disappearing, vanishing into thin air, I’ll take it even if I can’t do anything about it.
But who’s to say I can’t? I can show her the pleasures of being with her mate.
Let her know what it’s actually supposed to be like.
Liking the idea, I rip my lips from hers.
I trail my tongue down the side of her jaw, kissing and nipping my way along the side of her neck to where it meets her shoulder.
All the while, Karsyn’s moans fill the room.
I can feel the way her body is overtaking her mind, overtaking all other thoughts for her.
It’s like all she can do is feel and feel she will.
It’s weird as fuck having her thoughts or whatever it is I’m getting from her right now.
Just as it was, in general, something I’ve never heard of, but fuck if it doesn’t entice me to keep going . . . make it that much better for her.