A Little Green Magic (The Little Coven #1) - Isabel Wroth Page 0,105

until he was able to throw himself free, hitting the hard surface of the floor with a grunt.

“IVY! Ivy, where are you!”

Uriah heard a loud bang come from somewhere, followed by the pounding of feet. Light flooded the room, enough for him to realize he was home, in their bedroom. She was there, wide-eyed with worry, hair piled up in a mess on her head, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of fuzzy socks.

“What? What's the matter? What the hell happened to the bed? Are you okay?” she demanded, skidding across the floor to where he was still on his ass.

Uriah reached up for her when she got close, running his hand over her leg. Her smooth, perfectly unblemished leg. How was that possible? He'd heard the bones snap, and her screams as she was dragged away from him.

“Uriah?”

Ivy went to her knees, straddling his hips, her hands sliding into his hair. She searched his face while he smoothed his palms over every inch of her skin. “Ivy, how did we get here? Is everyone okay? What happened in the meadow?”

Ivy choked out a little sob, hope and tears filling her eyes. “What was I wearing the first time you saw me?”

“What?”

“It's important, please,” she whispered urgently, her hands kneading at his shoulders now.

“A skirt with little sunflowers on it and a gray tank that showed off your belly. Ivy, what—”

She deflated like a balloon, crying now in earnest as she slumped forward and buried her face against his throat. She cried like she'd been holding it in for months, clinging to him so tightly she trembled.

He wracked his brain to remember what could have happened to make her so upset, why remembering the outfit she'd been wearing that day he'd first seen her was so important, but as hard as she cried, she couldn't speak, let alone hear his attempts to soothe and calm her.

It was awkward as hell with her hanging on like a burr, but Uriah got them up off the floor and back into bed, curling himself around her on the shredded blankets, more than a little freaked out by the blank space in his brain that ended right after he'd set his bear loose on Donnatar.

Like a switch being flipped, Ivy went from crying her heart out to laughing almost hysterically. She pushed him over onto his back and climbed over him, raining kisses down all over his face like they'd been separated for months.

“You're back,” she told him with a wealth of relief, wiggling higher to slip her arms beneath his neck. “You're back.”

Like most any red-blooded male, his mind stopped searching for answers and focused on the feel of his mate on top of him. On the press of her lips against his, and the way her shirt rode up enough to reveal it truly was the only thing she had on.

“Did I go somewhere?” He groaned, filling his hands with her backside, hissing at the hot slide of her bare pussy on his belly.

“Just for a little while. I'll tell you about it later.” She wiggled out of her shirt, which made her wiggle against him, which ensured he was thoroughly distracted and no longer consumed by panic. He twisted his fingers in her hair to bring her back down to him. Her kisses made his head spin, the feel of her on top of him absolutely perfect, and her smell...

Uriah buried his face in her hair, rolling his cheek against her throat, inhaling to pull the intoxicating scent deep into his lungs. “You smell like heaven. Are you wearing perfume?”

She gave a breathy laugh. “No.”

“New soap?”

“No. We'll talk about that later too. I promise.”

His bear growled inside him, writhing in delight, pushing him to rub all over Ivy like a house cat with a pile of fresh catnip. So he did. Uriah threw his hips up and twisted, rolling her beneath him because it felt so unbelievably good to have her there.

“Tell me you're alright, that I was just having a bad dream, and your leg wasn't shredded by some mutant vine.”

She smiled up at him, relaxed, her eyes sleepy with desire, her hands roaming across his shoulders. “Things did go a little sideways at the sit-down, my father did grab my leg with a vine, and it was bad. But I'm all healed up, not even a scar. See?”

Ivy extended her long, beautiful leg to show him the unblemished skin of her calf. Uriah sat up