Shadow Blood: Kallen's Tale (Witch Fairy #4.5) by Bonnie Lamer Page B
Authors: Bonnie Lamer
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wasn’t me doing those things, right?”
How can I make her understand? Gently pushing her back on the bed, I kneel over her and look directly in her eyes as I say, “If I did not believe that, I would not be here.” I run my finger along her lip. “I simply wish I had arrived sooner.” And done more to stop it.
She smiles. “Me, too.”
“I do feel sorry for my cousin. To believe that you desired him,” I shake my head as I think of the expression on Kegan’s face when Xandra was about to pounce on him. “He may never be the same.”
She laughs. “Yeah, right.”
My brows rise. “You truly do not understand the draw you have, do you?”
“Unlike you,” she teases.
With a chuckle, I say, “I see no reason for false modesty.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I hope I do not have to stop at just kissing her. We may not be having sex yet, but I am hungry for her touch and her body. I want to make sure she has no reason to find passion elsewhere. I capture her lips in a kiss that I hope will make her forget about everything else. Without taking my lips from hers, I slide her up the bed until I can flatten my body against hers. I groan deeply when she wraps her legs around me. My god, I want her so desperately. My hands have minds of their own as they seek out every curve, every inch of her silky skin. Her hands are just as eager, just as desperate. With only half a thought as to what I am doing, I remove the slip of a nightie she is wearing. She presses her nearly naked body against mine and I am barely able to keep from removing my own clothes. I do remove most of them until I am just wearing boxer shorts. Dangerous, I know. I also do not care at the moment.
I am so wrapped up in her touch that it takes me a moment to realize she is drawing magic. A lot of it. Dragging my lips from hers, I look down at her scared eyes. “Xandra?”
“I think you’re going to want to move away from me,” she says as she struggles to get her magic under control. What the hell? My mind bursts with more expressive oaths than that when flames appear above us. Rolling us away from it, I pull Xandra from the bed and halfway across the room.
To make things even stranger, there is now music. The flames break apart and look like little fire people. Little dancing fire people. “Xandra, what are you doing?”
She looks up at me helplessly. “It’s not me. It’s the little bits of extra soul I’m carrying around.”
It is times like this that I wish she had a better handle on her magic. “Then take control and make them stop.” She closes her eyes and I feel her fighting the magic. With little success.
Just half a second ago, I thought the spreading, dancing flames were the most concerning things in the room. That was before Xandra’s mother comes sliding through the wall. “Xandra, I smell smoke. Is everything alright in here…”
She chokes on her words as she takes in her topless and mostly bottomless daughter pressed against my chest. I am not sure which of the three of us is the most red – Xandra, the flames, or myself. I would put money on me though. I would imagine that Xandra’s mother was a scary Witch when she was alive because she is terrifying as a spirit. I brace myself for the onslaught of her words and her magic. I also dress myself and cover Xandra from neck to toe in a something resembling a flannel tent. Okay, that may have been overkill but I am not about to change her again. The part of me that refuses to be a coward keeps me rooted next to Xandra’s side. The part of me that wishes I was a coward wants to get the hell out of this room as quickly as possible.
“Julienne, are they okay?” Xandra’s father asks as he also floats through the wall. Yet again I am thankful that I have not been raised by spirits. Privacy is
How can I make her understand? Gently pushing her back on the bed, I kneel over her and look directly in her eyes as I say, “If I did not believe that, I would not be here.” I run my finger along her lip. “I simply wish I had arrived sooner.” And done more to stop it.
She smiles. “Me, too.”
“I do feel sorry for my cousin. To believe that you desired him,” I shake my head as I think of the expression on Kegan’s face when Xandra was about to pounce on him. “He may never be the same.”
She laughs. “Yeah, right.”
My brows rise. “You truly do not understand the draw you have, do you?”
“Unlike you,” she teases.
With a chuckle, I say, “I see no reason for false modesty.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I hope I do not have to stop at just kissing her. We may not be having sex yet, but I am hungry for her touch and her body. I want to make sure she has no reason to find passion elsewhere. I capture her lips in a kiss that I hope will make her forget about everything else. Without taking my lips from hers, I slide her up the bed until I can flatten my body against hers. I groan deeply when she wraps her legs around me. My god, I want her so desperately. My hands have minds of their own as they seek out every curve, every inch of her silky skin. Her hands are just as eager, just as desperate. With only half a thought as to what I am doing, I remove the slip of a nightie she is wearing. She presses her nearly naked body against mine and I am barely able to keep from removing my own clothes. I do remove most of them until I am just wearing boxer shorts. Dangerous, I know. I also do not care at the moment.
I am so wrapped up in her touch that it takes me a moment to realize she is drawing magic. A lot of it. Dragging my lips from hers, I look down at her scared eyes. “Xandra?”
“I think you’re going to want to move away from me,” she says as she struggles to get her magic under control. What the hell? My mind bursts with more expressive oaths than that when flames appear above us. Rolling us away from it, I pull Xandra from the bed and halfway across the room.
To make things even stranger, there is now music. The flames break apart and look like little fire people. Little dancing fire people. “Xandra, what are you doing?”
She looks up at me helplessly. “It’s not me. It’s the little bits of extra soul I’m carrying around.”
It is times like this that I wish she had a better handle on her magic. “Then take control and make them stop.” She closes her eyes and I feel her fighting the magic. With little success.
Just half a second ago, I thought the spreading, dancing flames were the most concerning things in the room. That was before Xandra’s mother comes sliding through the wall. “Xandra, I smell smoke. Is everything alright in here…”
She chokes on her words as she takes in her topless and mostly bottomless daughter pressed against my chest. I am not sure which of the three of us is the most red – Xandra, the flames, or myself. I would put money on me though. I would imagine that Xandra’s mother was a scary Witch when she was alive because she is terrifying as a spirit. I brace myself for the onslaught of her words and her magic. I also dress myself and cover Xandra from neck to toe in a something resembling a flannel tent. Okay, that may have been overkill but I am not about to change her again. The part of me that refuses to be a coward keeps me rooted next to Xandra’s side. The part of me that wishes I was a coward wants to get the hell out of this room as quickly as possible.
“Julienne, are they okay?” Xandra’s father asks as he also floats through the wall. Yet again I am thankful that I have not been raised by spirits. Privacy is
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