Cursed to be Mine by Miranda Grant

Author:Miranda Grant [Grant, Miranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Four

HIM

The moon shines overhead as the whispers of the night permeate the heavy humid air. Derek’s house, a tiny one-story, sits before me, behind a shimmer of magic I erected to keep out all sups.

Raising my hands, I work my magic, my runes lighting up softly beneath the dark material of my shirt. I step past the barrier, my hairs rising with electricity. My cock jerks, thickening with every step that leads me to her.

Her room is down the hall, across from his, and I push out with my power, making sure he’s not still awake. I smile. He’s in bed, his heart rate slow.

He’s undoubtedly a light sleeper, and the urge to kill him with a heart attack before going to her calls to me. I don’t want to be interrupted for the next few hours, but I leave him alive as I slip into my shadow and under the door of his house.

Darkness greets me, hiding my movements, not that anyone is awake to see them. Slipping under my girl’s door, I find her asleep atop the covers, the summer heat too much for even a sheet.

She’s wearing the same clothes, but her bra is on the floor, and my cock hardens to the point of pain. I shift into my human form, cloak the room in a spell of silence, and then pick up the simple white bra. I bring it to my lips as my eyes crawl up her legs, wishing her pants were off her. When she’s in my room, she’ll sleep nude so I can see every beautiful part of her.

Dropping her bra, I step towards her. The bed is a mere single, leaving little room for me, but there’s enough for me to bury my head between her legs. I lick my lips as I let my magic flow around her, keeping her under so she does not wake up and panic. Now that her ex-boyfriend is dealt with, the urge to claim her isn’t as violent. It’s content for me to take my time.

And fuck, I’m going to take my time.

Fucking hours of it.

Stripping off my shirt, I drop it into my shadow, not wanting to leave it on the floor in case I need to leave quickly. If Derek learns a witch is obsessed with her, he’ll torture her to get to me.

The urge to kill him flairs again, but I smother it. My girl has seen too much death already. She needs time to heal from it so she doesn’t fracture beneath the weight.

Dropping my hands to my waist, I undo the button on my jeans and pull down the zipper. She moves in her sleep, rubbing her thighs together as if she can sense me beside her. A small moan parts her lips, and I drop my pants, a hiss escaping at the feel of freedom, at the close proximity of her pussy, one less barrier between us. I step out of them, and the shadow takes them away.

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