bond with Elena.
Other than that, Grace had love for the world, had love for herself and for the goddess who lived in all things. That was her anchor, her true protection. She had been born with talents and her parents had encouraged her to explore them. She had an affinity with spirit. She could sense people; she could sense illness, evil and spells that affected them. Although she was not free to use this power whenever she chose; she had to seek permission, or be requested. That was how she’d spent the last nine years—learning, being drilled, so that her talent was bounded by the rules.
The clock displayed 4.30 a.m. She was exhausted and yet her mind was still alive with feelings and ideas. Yet, she had to lie there and try to sleep because her family would not appreciate it if she got up and started moving around.
Grace sat up suddenly. A ripple in the house ward sent shards of electricity over her skin. Then there was a sound outside her window; someone was there. One of the coven who was allowed to pass through her mother’s wards. She was about to send her senses out to find out who when there was a tap at her window. Grace flung off the quilt and padded over. A shadow loomed and then resolved into the familiar face of Declan. She undid the latch on the window and opened it out.
‘Is something wrong? Is everything all right?’
‘Everything is fine. I just wanted to spend some time with you.’
‘With me? Right here, right now?’
She caught the outline of his shrug. Momentarily speechless, she could only step back from the window and nod. It was probably not the right time to quibble about the ‘one night’ thing. Obviously, he was upset about something.
He climbed in through the window, knocking a few hats off the wall. Grace repositioned them without taking her eyes off him. He was in the bike leathers. They made him so much bigger, broader, and hot as all hell. His dark brows knitted together.
‘What is it?’ she asked.
‘Stuff,’ he said with a grunt.
‘Okay. So you didn’t come here to talk.’ She stepped back to give him room.
‘No,’ he said with a growl, and drew her to him. He nuzzled her neck and she went all weak and floaty, edging up on her toes for more and revelling in his delicious bite. The switch had flipped and her clitoris was throbbing like a beacon within a minute. Who needed talk?
His lips brushed across hers, and she moaned at the excruciating, teasing friction. She didn’t want gentle and restrained. She wanted hot, demanding and all-encompassing passion. She caught his soft bottom lip between her teeth and tugged gently. Declan growled louder and she released it.
‘You must be tender,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘I thought we should go slowly.’
‘Slowly? We still have our clothes on. Nothing fast about that. Besides, I fixed myself. I feel fine.’
He chuckled and held her face between his palms, gazing into her eyes. ‘You’re amazing, you know that? Cheeky too. You should respect me more. I’m a battle master.’
‘Ha.’ She kissed the end of his nose. ‘You’re a puppy. A big, sweet—’
Being unceremoniously tossed on the bed cut her off. Declan had his jacket off, and his boots were undoing themselves as he approached.
‘Eep,’ she said, edging further up the bed. His eyes glittered and he had a devilish grin on his face, the sight of which made her belly turn over and her toes tingle. He stopped at the edge of the bed, undoing the buckle on his leather pants.
‘Take off your clothes,’ he said gruffly.
Raising herself up on her elbows, she replied, ‘Make me.’
His pants were gone, his boxers soon after. Before she could draw breath, she had six-foot four of large male covering her and a rather convincing erection nestled between her thighs. ‘Now, you were saying?’
‘Make me?’ She was less cheeky and more awed.
He lifted himself up on all fours, her lying between his legs. She was wearing an old pyjama set, shorts with
Other than that, Grace had love for the world, had love for herself and for the goddess who lived in all things. That was her anchor, her true protection. She had been born with talents and her parents had encouraged her to explore them. She had an affinity with spirit. She could sense people; she could sense illness, evil and spells that affected them. Although she was not free to use this power whenever she chose; she had to seek permission, or be requested. That was how she’d spent the last nine years—learning, being drilled, so that her talent was bounded by the rules.
The clock displayed 4.30 a.m. She was exhausted and yet her mind was still alive with feelings and ideas. Yet, she had to lie there and try to sleep because her family would not appreciate it if she got up and started moving around.
Grace sat up suddenly. A ripple in the house ward sent shards of electricity over her skin. Then there was a sound outside her window; someone was there. One of the coven who was allowed to pass through her mother’s wards. She was about to send her senses out to find out who when there was a tap at her window. Grace flung off the quilt and padded over. A shadow loomed and then resolved into the familiar face of Declan. She undid the latch on the window and opened it out.
‘Is something wrong? Is everything all right?’
‘Everything is fine. I just wanted to spend some time with you.’
‘With me? Right here, right now?’
She caught the outline of his shrug. Momentarily speechless, she could only step back from the window and nod. It was probably not the right time to quibble about the ‘one night’ thing. Obviously, he was upset about something.
He climbed in through the window, knocking a few hats off the wall. Grace repositioned them without taking her eyes off him. He was in the bike leathers. They made him so much bigger, broader, and hot as all hell. His dark brows knitted together.
‘What is it?’ she asked.
‘Stuff,’ he said with a grunt.
‘Okay. So you didn’t come here to talk.’ She stepped back to give him room.
‘No,’ he said with a growl, and drew her to him. He nuzzled her neck and she went all weak and floaty, edging up on her toes for more and revelling in his delicious bite. The switch had flipped and her clitoris was throbbing like a beacon within a minute. Who needed talk?
His lips brushed across hers, and she moaned at the excruciating, teasing friction. She didn’t want gentle and restrained. She wanted hot, demanding and all-encompassing passion. She caught his soft bottom lip between her teeth and tugged gently. Declan growled louder and she released it.
‘You must be tender,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘I thought we should go slowly.’
‘Slowly? We still have our clothes on. Nothing fast about that. Besides, I fixed myself. I feel fine.’
He chuckled and held her face between his palms, gazing into her eyes. ‘You’re amazing, you know that? Cheeky too. You should respect me more. I’m a battle master.’
‘Ha.’ She kissed the end of his nose. ‘You’re a puppy. A big, sweet—’
Being unceremoniously tossed on the bed cut her off. Declan had his jacket off, and his boots were undoing themselves as he approached.
‘Eep,’ she said, edging further up the bed. His eyes glittered and he had a devilish grin on his face, the sight of which made her belly turn over and her toes tingle. He stopped at the edge of the bed, undoing the buckle on his leather pants.
‘Take off your clothes,’ he said gruffly.
Raising herself up on her elbows, she replied, ‘Make me.’
His pants were gone, his boxers soon after. Before she could draw breath, she had six-foot four of large male covering her and a rather convincing erection nestled between her thighs. ‘Now, you were saying?’
‘Make me?’ She was less cheeky and more awed.
He lifted himself up on all fours, her lying between his legs. She was wearing an old pyjama set, shorts with
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