Witches Be Burned: A Magic & Mayhem Novel by Stacey Kennedy Page A

to say
past
anymore,” she retorted, with a cute scrunch of her nose. “That makes me think of things that I don’t want to. Please spare me the details.”
    Loving her—at most times—smart mouth, he dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “Now then”—he ground himself against her—“let’s see to making you feel relaxed.”
    Her response was immediate and drenched in sensual invitations. “Touch me. Kiss me.” She leaned against him, welcoming him to take her, and her voice became thicker…huskier. “Make me forget her hands ever touched you. And show me that those hands belong to me now.”
    He didn’t need to hear more and crushed his mouth against hers. Staying right in the moment with him, she returned the kiss with equal fervor. Her moan brushed deliciously across him, and he drew in her sweet scent, needing to capture all of her. Intensity fueled her kisses, both hard and demanding. Her tongue was forceful, diving into his mouth as if to clear away any woman before her.
    Heat burned through his muscles as she reached for the clip on his kilt, letting it fall to the ground. Then, when her fingers tucked under the rim of his boxer shorts, he didn’t want to waste time and shoved his shorts down, needing her, craving her, lusting to be so deep inside her. His hefty erection was freed, and he groaned as her mouth continued to dance across his. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra, while she removed her kilt and shorts in the same moment.
    She backed away when her hand reached for his cock. Her molten stare held his as she stroked his erection, hardening him to steel. With each long tug, he groaned as pleasure swept through him. Every playful, territorial look she gave increased his desire, until he moaned and shifted his hips with the jerks against him.
    “Mine,” she rasped.
    “ ’Bout damn time you declared it,” he growled.
    The blast of possession pouring out of her made him ache because he’d never been with a female guardian. Before now Nexi acted very human in their lovemaking. Now she claimed her mate as a guardian would, and fire rushed through his veins, tightening his muscles. The answering growl she gave belonged to a female who owned her guardian, and she pushed on his chest, moving him back toward the bed.
    When his legs met the bed, he scooted back as she climbed onto his lap. Her breasts were the right size for his hands, and she was neither too muscular nor too thin—she was flawless, and she was
his.
From her soul, to her beauty, to the way she felt so right under his hands, she was made for him.
    His cock throbbed in his hand as he held himself up to her, waiting for her to claim him. Using the other hand to grasp her hip, he assisted her in sliding down onto him and he groaned, “Gods, that’s perfect.”
    Her eyes fluttered shut as she lowered her body flush against his. “Damn right it is.” She began shifting her hips, not softly and gently but roughly and urgent.
    Consumed by her with the same passionate demand, he stayed right there with her, right in the moment of ownership. Hell, he’d marked her all the same, and continued to do so as often as she allowed. Even now, with all his tension from wanting to keep her out of this danger, his body vibrated to wrap her in his arms and keep her in his safety.
    Beauty and power bounced on top of him, squeezing at him in a demand to give her all of himself, as she slid her marvelous wet and warm body against his, making him pleased that supernaturals had magical protection against pregnancy. To not feel all of her would have been a certain torture he couldn’t have endured. Her breasts jiggled, giving him a view so fine that he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hands up the curve of her hips.
    Being close to her made all his thoughts fade, made everything right, when so much in Nexi’s life had been wrong. Here, with their bodies connected, things worked and life was very simple. There was no argument between them. No