Enchanting Wilder (28 page)

She scoots closer, her legs touching mine but it’s not close enough. It ever is. I move my hands to her hips and set her on my lap.

“That’s better.” I grin, bringing my mouth to her throat, my tongue darting out to taste her sweet skin. She moans in response.

Anchoring herself to my shoulders, she pushes down on my jeans which are now becoming more and more uncomfortable.

“The things you do to me, McKenna,” I say through gritted teeth.

My lips kiss her neck and up her jaw, landing behind her ear. I take a few tiny nibbles, and the groans emitting from her throat sends chills all over my body. I feel it deep within my bones. Everything she feels, I somehow feel it, too.

Her hands find the back of my neck and she pushes herself into me, finding my lips with hers. Her kisses are ravenous, hungry. All I feel is the brazen desire to push harder, faster, get closer.

The freezing temperature is no match for McKenna’s warmth. She radiates good, soaking into my body, warming the deepest depths of my being.

Every kiss is magnified. Every stroke of our tongues bring us closer together. My want for her crashes through the atmosphere, clouding my mind with plumes of McKenna. Only her.

Always.

My lips caress hers and I fall back against the wooden dock, taking her with me. Her hair falls, framing her beautiful face, and she smiles down at me, desire riddling her expression.

As a kid, I’d lay here during the summer, staring at the sky, hoping to find answers in a world full of questions. And now, with her on top of me, answering every unanswered question, I wonder if I’ll ever come out of the haze. Her ability to love wipes my slate clean.

My hand skirts up her shirt, her skin so warm.

“Fare, canum, asa. Teum, lorieta, seria,” McKenna says low, against my skin.

The wilderness around us fades, and the air heats. “What was that?” I ask. “What did you just do?”

McKenna places soft kisses against my cheek, against my temple, against my neck, stopping at my ear. She breathes softly, sending shivers all over my body. I shudder underneath her.

“I just concealed us, Declan.” She pulls back, smiling. “And, I was freezing, so I might have warmed the air around us a bit.”

“What?”
Christ, she’s amazing.

Her eyebrow quirks and she grabs for her jacket, tugging it off her arms. She reaches for the bottom of her shirt next and I stop her.
“Wait. Are you saying we’re going to do this here?”
Because holy shit.

Her hands stop and the sly grin on her face makes me feel predatory.

She nods.

“I’m so fucking there.”

Pushing her hands away, my fingers meet her hips. I readjust us and sit up, pressing hot kisses against her stomach, up her chest, circling her breasts with my lips. She threads her hands in my hair, her head tipping back as I make my way up her skin.

Guiding my hands up her body, I lift her shirt up and over her head, placing it beside me, careful not to lose it. Her back arches, and I find the clasp on her bra, taking my time unlatching each one. When there’s nothing left, I bring her close to my body, feeling heady.

One button at a time, with meticulous precision, she unbuttons my shirt, tossing it with her growing pile of clothes.

Our bodies connect, her skin brushing lightly against my chest. I don’t know if it’s because it’s McKenna, but I’ve never noticed things like that before. It was usually, bang and done. Get in, get out, and move on to the next one.

I never thought about the little things. Like, the way her hair falls over her shoulders, cascading down her back. The way it tickles my skin when she leans down to kiss me. Or, how she grabs onto the skin on my back when my mouth touches her neck. I’d never noticed how her cheeks start out as a peach color and, as the moment becomes more intense, turn a shade of rose.

Chanting soft, she closes her eyes, and as I look down, my jeans fizzle away. They disappear, and so do McKenna’s.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, feeling her warmth instantly.

She begins to rub against me slowly, panting. “I think that might be my favorite incantation ever,” she whimpers, closing her eyes.

Me fucking too.

My body grows rigid, feeling her anticipation as she begins to speed up. I respond with some unintelligible mumble but she’s too far gone to notice.

My breath hitches as I pull back to look at us. At her. Her perfect body.

She moans again and the sound that comes from my chest rumbles deep from within me.

“Mighty,” I pant. “Baby, hold on.”

She grumbles but stills.

“Where are my pants?”

She closes her eyes and suddenly, they appear next to me. Without moving her or us, I grab them and reach into the pocket, pulling out a condom. Pushing her back on my thighs, I slide it on, McKenna watching with her full bottom lip in her teeth.

“Come here,” I say, grabbing her and lifting her up.

When she’s finally taken me—all of me, I still for a moment, savoring every inch of her. So tight. Meant just for me. Without moving, I guide my hands up her back, and drag them down, my fingers digging deep into her skin. Her head falls back and she rocks slightly. I push into her, taking her mouth in mine. My heart pulsating ferociously in my chest, I skim one of my hands to the base of her neck, pushing her down.

Her eyes darken, just as the sky above us. Lightning crashes overhead and thunder rumbles throughout the valley, rolling into the mountains. Any other time, the weather outside would be worrisome, but I refuse to take my eyes off of McKenna—to think about anything other than McKenna.

I wish we could do this for hours, never leaving our bubble. I want to watch her come undone with just my touch, so I bring her mouth to mine, kissing her with long strokes, over and over. She tastes of sweet honey and vanilla. I crave her taste. Her lips are warm and soft as her body slows, cautious not to finish too quickly.

I draw back, brushing my thumb against her bottom lip, her tongue darting out to taste my skin. My mind fades in that instant, it sizzles and static reverberates in my head. The rumbles of the storm ahead diminish and all I can hear—all I can see, is McKenna. Soft, brave McKenna.

Eyes hooded and lips a little swollen, McKenna looks at me like I’m some sort of prize.
Maybe I can finally allow myself to be her prize.
My eyes devour her. I kiss her tenderly and then hungry. Never stopping on one speed. Always pushing forward together.

Pulling away, I place a kiss just below her throat, one kiss there, another here. I can’t get enough. My need for her is insatiable.

She begins to rock more forcefully against me, and I fist her hair, tipping her head back. Unable to stop myself, I flip her over, the utter need to dominate her body overpowering everything inside me. And there, I find her lips and kiss her forcefully, silently vowing to never put mine on another woman for as long as I live. Every moment after this, she’ll know she’s mine. Even if I can’t say the words, she’ll know in my actions.

Small mews of anticipation and eagerness leave her mouth between kisses and I push into her further. She groans; I moan. We’re in this climactic atmosphere, almost like we’re daring each other to win. Who’s going to get to the finish line first? We tug and pull, caressing and kneading. We savor each other feverously.

I don’t think anything has turned me on this much in my entire life.

My legs begin to shake and I feel her walls around me quiver.

I know she’s close, I feel it in myself. That slow-building burn that starts at my toes and works its way up to the top of my head. It’s wonderful, all-satisfying, and completely mind consuming.

“You’re mine,” I tell her, pressing her body to me, thrusting harder. “Mine.”

She nods, kissing the base of my neck. “Yours.”

Her walls tighten around me, and she spirals down the hill, riding out her climax. Watching her drown in her high, I curl my fingers around her waist and pin her hips down, plunging deeper, feeling every single inch of her. Our intimacy sprouts off in shards of blinding white light. My heart feels like it might burst out of my chest as ecstasy cocoons me, taking me as its captive.

Observing me with her golden eyes, she smiles a half-lidded smile. With every thrust, I feel her skin grow hotter. Her hands claw at my taut back. I pulse inside her, ready and willing to give myself over to her.

“Declan. Oh god, Declan.”

My orgasm thunders through me. There’s nothing I love more than hearing her say my name in the throes of desire. Her sheer passion sends me over the edge and into oblivion. I clench myself to her as I come, flying out of control, flexing and moving against her body.

Perfection.

After a while, as we lie on the old, wooden dock, my mind clears.

With McKenna against me, she holds me tight around my torso, I stroke her back, twirling her hair in my hand.

“I could stay like this forever, you know?” McKenna admits softly.

I kiss the top of her head. “Me too, Mighty. Me too.”

Mine.
It’s such a simple word. Four letters, one syllable.

Mine.

But when Declan says it, it takes on a whole new meaning. A word so small, possesses so much more.
His.

“The dock around us is soaked, but the sun is out,” Declan says, shaking his head. “I could have sworn I heard the thunder earlier.”

I shrug a shoulder, pulling on my jacket. “I didn’t hear it.”
I wasn’t at all focused on the weather.
A tornado could have hit and I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash.

Declan stands on his feet, offering me his hand. “So weird.” He points to the quad at the end of the dock. “Look. The quad isn’t wet.”

I stop short, looking at my surroundings. When I cast that spell, it was to surround us in an invisible bubble of warmth. I didn’t set off a storm. If I did, I didn’t mean to.
Is that even possible?

“It looks like it just rained on us. Or at least where we were had you not put up the barrier or whatever,” Declan says.

My eyes narrow and I chew on my thumbnail. Is this normal? Maybe he does affect me in ways I can’t understand. It must just be our connection. He brings out intense feelings and it crosses with my magic.

That has to be it…

“McKenna!” Candy shouts in my head. I snap my eyes up thinking she’s standing in front of me, but there’s nothing but vast forest ahead.

I close my eyes and chant an incantation that connects our minds. It’s like telepathy for witches. “Wie, sonar, potestar, audi, loquero.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask Candy when I know she can hear me. Declan walks up to me, giving me a worried look.

“What are you doing?” he mouths.

I wink and focus on Candy.

“It’s…Mrs. Carlson’s awake. You need to get back here.”

“Okay. We’ll be right there. Everything all right?”

Candy is quiet for a few seconds. “Just get here.”

“Okay. See you soon,” I say, closing my eyes and cutting off our connection.

“Mrs. Carlson is awake. We need to get back. Take my hand, I’ll get us there.”

Declan kisses my cheek but walks to the quad. “We can’t Dissipate there, Mighty. We need to bring this back.”