C8 Magic

Everything about her makes my body come alive. Her scent is in my nose, her feelings are in my head, and I want nothing more than to take her in the grass and make her mine completely. As I enter her space, she must sense the turn my thoughts have taken. She turns so that we are chest to chest, her breathing quickens as she tilts her head back to look at me. She is so small I could break her with my strength, and that thought frightens me. I didn't expect my partner to be so fragile or someone who needed protection, to be kept safe from harm. I force my body to remain calm as I cage her between me and the fence. She gasps as my fingers slide through the chain behind her head to hold her in place. I won't risk her escaping again. Wild, wide eyes stare at me from under thick, dark lashes, and her chest heaves as she inhales shakily, steady even in the face of her apprehension. "You shouldn't have run," I murmur. I can't resist the temptation to lower my head to the hollow between his neck and shoulder. His sweet smell fills my nose, a heady mixture that makes me want to sink my teeth in. I don't want to rush anything, so I settle for running the tip of my nose down the column of her throat. His body is tense, his shoulders heaving up to his ears as he freezes like a doe dazzled by headlights. "What are you doing? "he gasps the words, arching his back and letting out a needy sounding moan. She is not immune to my touch, and that gives me hope. My she-wolf reacts instantly, howling and kicking at the ground. Ours. Our companion. She is ours to protect, to comfort, to possess. "I'm tasting what's mine " I tell her as I flatten my tongue against her churning pulse. She tries to melt into the fence, clinging to it as if it might save her as her hips rise to meet mine. I know she can feel my heat and hardness as I press into her center. I can't resist licking every inch of her throat. "I don't want you to taste me." The protest fails as he lets out a high-pitched moan. Fuck. Yes. I ignore her, my hand cupping her between her legs, rubbing her hard enough to wring another sound from her. She's wet. I can smell her arousal, and it's divine. I want to taste her on my tongue. I want to possess every inch of her body. An invisible force unexpectedly pushes me hard, and I step back on one foot. Magic. I can smell her now, the air fills with her pungent scent. She used her power on me, and from the look on her face, she doesn't regret it one bit. With her hands raised in a defensive posture, she moves around me, putting my spine against the fence and the open compound behind her. It won't make any difference, but if it gives her a sense of control, I'll allow it. "Are you crazy? "she spits out." You can't go around touching people like that!""You're not people. You're my..." "I smell the magic as you use it." If you finish that sentence, I'll send you into the next century, buddy. None of this makes any sense. Couples are supposed to be inexplicably attracted to each other, but you seem to want to strangle me. "Are all women this frustrating, or is it just you? " I demand, irritation making my words harsh. Her eyes narrow, her mouth turns into an angry line across her face." If I'm that annoying, then you'll have no problem leaving me alone, will you?" "You know it doesn't work that way. We're close." "Yeah, well, we don't have to be." "I grit my teeth, my patience is about to run out." Then we both fade away, probably die as well. The way his expression falls tells me he considered nothing more than to walk away from me. Her eyes close tightly as she wraps her arms around her waist. On her pale skin are dark purple bruises, and the moment I see them, my rage explodes like an inferno. I grab her wrist and pull her to me as I turn her around to get a better look at her. Fury surges through my stomach, a hot, liquid rage that threatens to explode. "Who did this to you?" I say through my teeth. Alarm flashes across her face as she tries, unsuccessfully, to pull her arm away. "No one. Let go of me!" I don't. I examine every inch of his skin for other wounds. There are some lighter marks that look older than the others, but nothing more serious. "Did Dech do this? Why are you training with him?" "She pulls again and, fearing dislocating her shoulder, I let go and watch her stumble away from me." You're crazy. Of course you are. She throws up her hands and looks up at the sky. "Why wouldn't the universe chain me to someone like you?" Those words hurt more than I want to admit and I find it hard not to wince. I can handle the world looking at me with disgust and disdain, but she can't. "I'm not exactly thrilled for you either " I reply. I don't mean it, not at all, but she slices me open and my only defense is to fight back. Eyes narrowed, she lowers her hands to her hips and I can't help but grunt under my breath as I look back down at those bruises. Shit. Dech is dead. "There's nothing wrong with me." "But there's something wrong with me? " My words are flat and she lets out a sigh, like she's trying to control herself. "You mean aside from cornering me and insulting me? Not to mention touching me without permission. Consent matters, you idiot." " I growl under my breath at the insinuation. " You and I are partners, Alison . Touching each other is a necessary thing. "Only according to a stupid magic trick, but I don't want you, and if you're honest with yourself, I doubt you want me either. You're just consumed by the bond." She's wrong. I've never wanted anything else. But she doesn't give me a chance to respond.