Bewitched (Bewitched, #1)(54)

Kane groans into my mouth, pressing himself deeper into me, and there’s no missing the rigid length of his shaft. Now it’s his turn to touch, his hands moving up my sides, his thumb skimming my breasts.

I moan. An ache grows between my thighs, one I don’t want to resist.

I need…I need…

Little witch, your voice is so pretty when it makes its demands…

I gasp at Memnon’s voice in my head, my core clenching for some perverse reason.

Kane grinds against me, and my mind is a mess—is it the shifter or the sorcerer working me to a fever pitch?

I peer over Kane’s shoulder, looking for…I’m not sure exactly what. My eyes sweep over our surroundings, and I notice just how many other revelers have paired up with each other. I hear heavy breathing and sounds that would make me blush if I were sober. Even now, I see couples and small groups disappearing into the deep night.

Maybe it’s not the men at all—maybe it’s simply the intoxicating combo of booze and magic.

Whatever the cause, I’m flush with desire. But our surroundings…

My grip tightens on Kane, and he pauses to see what has me tensing.

“What’s wrong?” he says, his voice husky.

I swallow. “Witches have been killed in these woods…” Slipping off into the forest right now is a supremely bad idea.

“None of my pack will let any harm come to your coven sisters.”

Unless, of course, a lycanthrope is the one killing them off. The body I saw was brutally torn open.

I squeeze my eyes shut against that thought.

“Hey, you okay?” Kane asks, tipping my chin up with his hand.

I nod, maybe a little too fast, before I open my eyes. “Do you want to get out of here?” I ask.

I’m not above shooting my shot with Kane, even when I’m hearing Memnon in my head and panicking about these woods.

Kane’s wolf peers out from the back of his eyes. “Yeah, I do.”

My heart pounds hard in my chest. Goddess, this is really happening. I’m taking my high school crush home with me.

I take his hand and start leading him away from the party. Then I hesitate. “I came here with a friend, and I was planning on taking her home.”

“Then let’s grab her,” Kane says.

I don’t actually know if Sybil wants to go with me at all, but luckily, I spot her across the clearing, making out with a shifter.

“Just a sec,” I say to Kane. “I’ll be right back.”

I head over to Sybil, a little hesitant to interrupt what looks to be a very heavy make-out session.

“Sybil,” I whisper.

No reaction.

“Sybil,” I whisper louder.

Still nothing.

“Sybil!” I finally shout.

My friend pauses, dragging her face away from the lycan’s. “Hey, Selene,” she says, trying to pull herself together.

“I was going to take Kane back to the house, but I didn’t want to leave you,” I say.

“Leave me,” she insists, her eyes hazy with booze and desire. “I’ll be fine. Sawyer here has promised to walk me home.” She smiles and winks at him. Sawyer looks surprised but thrilled at the prospect.

I hesitate. I don’t want to be awkward here, but—

“That wasn’t the plan.”

“Forget the plan.”

Still, I’m unsure.

She sighs. “Babe, I say this with all the love in the world, but don’t cockblock me. I want this.” Her eyes flick over my shoulder, and she smiles broadly. “And I will definitely not cockblock you either.”

Before I can glance over my shoulder, a warm hand falls to my waist, and I feel Kane’s heat at my back. If I were any less intoxicated, I’d be embarrassed that Kane overheard Sybil’s words. Instead, I lean into the shifter at my back, my need still building.

“Hey there,” Sybil says to him, giving Kane a tiny wave.

“I don’t want to leave you,” I insist.

“I trust Sawyer with my life,” Kane says, jumping into the conversation. “He won’t let anything happen to your friend.” To Sawyer, Kane adds, “Walk her home at the end of the night.” Those words are accompanied by a burst of shifter magic. It brushes my skin and bends the soft light out here before settling on Sawyer’s shoulders.

I don’t know much about pack hierarchy and dynamics, but I think I just witnessed a bit of the power play involved.

“Kane, man,” Sawyer says, “you know you don’t have to tell me.”

I think I’ve been given all the reassurances I can. Still, I don’t like leaving my friend out here regardless. Sybil must see it on my face because she pulls me in for a tight hug and whispers in my ear, “Babe, go screw the brains out of that man. I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow. Promise.”

She releases me, then pushes me into Kane, who catches me by the upper arms. To further drive home the fact I’ve been excused, Sybil drags Sawyer’s mouth back down to hers.

All right, message received loud and clear.

I turn from her, and Kane is there, his eyes shining a little too brightly.

“You’d fit right into the pack, you know,” he says, as we move toward the outskirts of the clearing.