The Rose Witch - Chandelle LaVaun Page 0,49
thigh to my hip, dragging my shirt up with it. I felt a rush of cool wind and heard someone hiss but I was beyond caring. His fingers dug into my bare ass and my legs gave out under me. I fell back against the counter, dragging him down with me. He pushed his hips into me, holding me upright with his body.
I needed to breathe before I passed out. But Malachi tasted like cinnamon and honey smoked over a barbeque. His lips were softer than silk and he unraveled me with every flick of his tongue.
Someone cleared their throat and Malachi pulled away. I gasped as he stepped back and his eyes flashed. A light sparkled from the center of his chest, but he turned away before I got a good look at it. He chuckled and started to walk off.
“Where are you going?” I breathed, still struggling to breathe right.
Malachi grinned over his shoulder. “Back to bed, where you left me.” Then he winked and walked out of sight.
I almost chased after him for more. Every inch of my body wanted him. Needed him. He’d lit a fire and now the whole damn forest was burning down. I needed his hands on me. His lips. His body. I was melting, my chest burning. But Rolland stood there with his hands in fists and his face so red he was about to blow a gasket. I needed him to leave immediately…after that kiss—
“What the hell, Chloe?” Rolland snapped. “Who was that?”
I sighed and pushed my hair back. “Leave. Piss off. Get out.”
“No, no that’s – who was that? Tell me who he was?” He stepped out around the counter and came towards me.
Spot lunged from within the shadows and landed between me and Rolland. He growled like a wild tiger, his fur standing tall. Rolland went pale and sprinted for the door. Spot snarled and chased after him, his teeth millimeters away from Rolland’s coat.
Rolland threw the door open and sprinted away faster than the Flash. I stopped at the door with Spot and ruffled his ears. Once my ex was clearly out of sight, I stepped back and slammed the door shut. Spot whined so I bent down and started to pet his back when the hellhound suddenly flipped over with his belly up. I chuckled and rubbed his belly.
“Good boy, Spot.”
The hardwood floor creaked behind me. I jumped and spun around just as Malachi sauntered into the room, back in his jeans and t-shirt.
My cheeks filled with warmth. My chest was on fire all over again. “You...”
He grinned and leaned against the doorframe behind me. “The prick deserved it—"
“You kissed me.”
He grimaced and scratched his jaw. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“I’m not.” I sprinted over to him, fisted his shirt again and dragged his lips back down to my mine.
He growled and fisted my hair behind my head, pulling me up to him. Our lips crashed together. Our tongues licking at each other like our lives depended on it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted myself up until our mouths were level and my feet dangled in the air. We stumbled backwards and my back slammed into the door frame on the other side. His body pressed into mine. He gripped my hips and I felt all ten of his fingers digging into my body.
I groaned and it sent little vibrations through our tongues. He exhaled and hot breath swept over my face. But this wasn’t enough. I wanted more than a kiss, more than a single touch. I wasn’t a nun or a virgin. I was a big girl and I knew damn well what I wanted. Unless he planned to stop me, I was going to have it. I hooked my leg around his hips and squeezed and his body hardened against me. I moaned and rolled my hips and we both gasped.
And then we were stumbling backwards again. Cold air washed over me and then I landed on top of an uneven surface. He fell on top of me, pushing his hips against me and my eyes rolled. He was still fully clothed and he was unraveling me. I needed more. I unwound my arms from his neck and fell back. I threw my hands out and caught myself but his tongue was relentless, devouring me with every second. It wasn’t enough. I needed to feel every inch of him.
I gripped the hem of his black long-sleeved shirt, identical to the one