Rift Magic by Margo Bond Collins

Author:Margo Bond Collins [Collins, Margo Bond]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: reverse harem, paranormal romance, fantasy romance
Publisher: Bathory Gate Press
Published: 2020-01-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

It had been four months since I left my city, my home, my family. The whole time I’d been traveling toward Brochan City, my thoughts had been centered on the Rift.

There were people in my world who wouldn’t even say the word Rift, as if to speak of it was to invite it in.

Some people said that was no place on Tehar truly safe from the Rift—not after it took over an entire city, and not once it had been inside your head.

I certainly knew I was not immune. I heard it whispering to me all the time. That’s something I didn’t even tell Coit. I was too afraid he would decide I was crazy, too dangerous to travel with.

At night, the Rift infected my dreams, tempting me to do terrible things. Things I was ashamed to even remember in the light of day.

I didn’t know if sex with Rafe is one of the things the Rift wanted me to do.

But gods, I wanted him.

Stepping farther into the tunnel, I sat down next to Rafe on the blanket he’d spread out, right up against his side. He was warm and I could feel his muscles even from this angle. He put out more heat than I’d expected.

“You’re a really good kisser.” I didn’t want any kind of awkward silence to set in.

Then again, the last thing I want right now was chit chat.

“So are you,” he whispered. His hands, strong and steady, were already on my shirt, slowly and gently undoing my buttons with his fingers. I relaxed against the wall of the tunnel, tilting my head back and closing my eyes, letting out a slight sigh.

Kiss my neck.

As if he’d read my mind, his mouth lowered to the side of my neck. First his lips, and then the tip of his warm tongue caressed my skin.

Do I taste salty?

Rafe’s hand moved down my shirt, undoing my buttons with precision. Once this was complete, he pulled my top out of my pants. His hand slid inside, pulling it open until the cool air brushed against my skin.

He slid the shirt off my shoulders, trailing kisses down to the hollow of my collarbone. My skin was cool, my neck hot. I shivered at the touch of his hot breath and warm tongue.

That combination of strength and gentleness left me aching with desire for him.

I wanted to kiss him on the lips again, but he was doing wonderful things to my neck, and I didn’t want that to end. At least not yet.

I started to lift his shirt. My steady hands at the sight of the battle were gone—they now shook and trembled.

A low, nearly inaudible moan escaped my throat.

Being with him was so right.

I didn’t know if that was the Rift-call talking or me.

I don’t care.

Warmth.

Strength.

Every inch of him seemed to possess both in abundance. I pulled his shirt off over his head, forcing him to stop kissing my neck for a moment. His lips returned, seeking out my face. My cheeks.

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