His mouth skims along my jaw before he pulls away. He looks into my eyes for a long second, and then slowly, he leans in once more, his eyes dipping to my lips, giving me plenty of time to back out.
I don’t.
His lips brush against mine, and then dancing turns into kissing. I’m unable to stop—my mouth likes the taste of his far too much to stop. Something about it tugs at me, like an itch I can’t quite scratch, and that only makes me fall deeper into the kiss, chasing that elusive sensation.
I don’t know how long we stand there, making out instead of dancing, before Kane lifts me to carry me off the dance floor and then out of the cabin altogether.
Without really looking, I sense that most of the party has already moved out here. Lycans have paired up with witches and one another; somewhere between alcohol, magic, and instinct, the evening turned carnal.
Kane only puts me down so he can press me against a tree, his hands coming back up to cup my face. I close my eyes as he kisses me roughly, and the dominance, the power, it’s stoking a memory…
I open my eyes and frown when Kane’s features don’t align with what I expected.
A love like ours defies everything… I am yours forever…
The phantom words tease out a shiver before I force them away, falling back into the kiss.
Not enough. Not nearly enough.
My hands are moving all over him, and I take a moment to appreciate his muscles through the fabric of his shirt before my fingers dip beneath its hem and run over the rigid planes of his chest.
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.