Buttercup (Spell Library #10) - Helen Scott Page 0,12

a drink, didn't speak a damn word, just slipped a hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him until we were both swaying to the music. It wasn't quite the rhythmic hip twisting that I was doing before, but it was so much hotter. His body seemed to line up perfectly with mine, and his hand was hot, even through the fabric of my dress.

The hand that was around my back slid lower until it was just in the curve, right before my ass, and my body ached for it to go lower. I risked looking up at him and saw startlingly blue eyes looking back down at me. He leaned in and I thought for a moment he was going for my lips, which I honestly wouldn't have minded, my attraction to him was that strong, but instead he bypassed them and his lips brushed against my ear as he spoke, sending a shiver of desire down my spine.

"You're the most beautiful creature I've seen in my whole life. May I ask your name?" he asked, his voice low and growly, which did things to my body that I wasn't proud to admit. No man's voice should have that much power.

"Buttercup. You?" My voice was high and breathy and made me sound like I was already on the edge of an orgasm.

"Magnus."

"Pleasure to meet you, Magnus."

"Believe me, the pleasure is all mine," he replied, grinning as he pulled away slightly so I could see his smile, which was breathtaking. The man had fucking dimples. Dimples! As if he wasn't sexy enough. They were just visible through the blond hairs of his beard, as though he tried to hide them for some reason. Why? I had no idea, because as far as I knew dimples made panties disappear. Or maybe that was just me.

We swayed together some more, his hand slowly slipping lower until it was firmly grabbing my ass. I wanted to moan, it felt that good. I didn't though, which was a relief, or maybe I did it quietly enough that Magnus couldn't hear me. The hand that was holding his beer came up, and he drained the last of the bottle before hooking it over my shoulder and around my neck. The bottle was still cold enough to startle me through my dress.

I gasped as the cold, condensation-covered glass hit my back, and he immediately pulled away. Confusion and...fear filling his gaze. What was it about me that frightened him?

Doing something I never thought I would do, I grabbed him by his T-shirt and pulled him back. Pushing up on my tiptoes I dragged him down so I could talk to him without yelling. He followed what I wanted but wasn't dancing any more. "The bottle was cold, and it touched my back. Dance with me."

"Let me get rid of this," he murmured before turning away and walking to the nearest booth to put the bottle down. I watched, taking in the slow, confident swagger of his walk. The booth was apparently occupied, which I hadn't been able to see from my vantage point until the couple that had been inside scooted toward the edge and flipped him off as he walked away.

I couldn't bring myself to care though. My mind was too focused on the man walking toward me. If I'd thought Logan had been devouring me with his eyes earlier, then Magnus was straight up feasting. Everywhere his gaze touched I was hot, maybe it was just the tequila talking but I didn't think I'd ever been so turned on by a man before, especially with only knowing his first name.

The best part was how completely opposite from Bryce he was. Magnus had an edge, with his long hair and tattoos and the general biker-like vibe he was giving off. Bryce on the other hand was Mr. Clean Cut, polos and khakis, sport jackets, couldn't grow a beard to save his life, and wouldn't dream of being seen in a place like Vee. I was eating everything about the club up though, I did every time I was here. And it wasn't just because of Logan.

With my mind on the bartender, I glanced over in his direction and found him staring directly at me, his face a picture of fury. I didn't know what to make of that. Maybe a customer had said something shitty? Not left a tip after hours of service? Whatever it was, it was the most upset I'd ever