An Excerpt From Witch's Touch by Tabitha Shay
Ages 18+ ONLY
Her lips tightened with frustration. "A man who betrays little," she said with composure.
"I'm not a man. Being a man would make me mortal. I'm immortal."
"Ouch!" Nyra slapped a hand over her neck on the exact spot where he'd bitten her. "Ow. Something's happening."
Once again Dym was at her side in a blur of movement. Gently, he lowered her hand and muttered a word. "This can't be happening." He stared at her, silent, as he rubbed the spot on her throat. "I don't fooking believe this!"
Underneath, a cauldron of frustration gnawed at Nyra. "What happened?"
"I'm not sure why it happened, but..."
"What?" she screamed in frustration.
He returned to his chair and dropped onto it. Stunned, he eyed her, his face blank. "The mark, my mark, you're fully branded. You bear the sign of the Underworld on your throat. My symbol. You almost belong to me whether either one of us likes it."
"Almost? I don't understand. You said it wouldn't happen unless you injected more--"
"Damnation, I know what I said, female! I don't know how or why the brand spread and I don't want to talk about it."
"So...is there more to completing the branding? Talk to me, D.J. You can't keep ignoring my questions or telling me half-truths."
"You don't want to hear what I have to say."
"Try me. Share something. Anything. Who are you? Why are you here? Stop being a coward and tell me what you want!"
He pushed back his chair, his cheeks flushed with annoyance or anger, Nyra wasn't sure which. His hands balled into tight fists at his side. His eyes glowed like deep red wine. A new color. Crap. How many colors did his eyes change to?
"I want to fuck you," he said bluntly, "really fuck you, not some halfway shit like what almost happened earlier. Will you let me?" He flung the words at her like he was flinging down a gauntlet.
"Not even if I bore two of your marks."
"You will do that also, witch." He turned on his heel. Without pause, he marched across the room to the door and slammed it behind him.
Also? What did he mean by that? Was he so certain she was going to sleep with him? She stared at the door, her mouth gaping. Two brands? No way was he finishing the ceremony and making her his.
The door opened almost immediately and he stepped back inside, leaned against the door, and shivered. "It's damn cold out there. It's freezing. Little pieces of ice are falling like--" He looked at her, his chest rippling with ragged breaths. His cheeks looked hot with bright color staining them. "If I swear not to say anything like that again, will you allow me to stay?"
Nyra froze, not certain how she was supposed to react to his words. What he'd said had been coarse and outrageous, but at the same time, her heart leapt with excitement. Her body tingled with awareness. She'd told him she wouldn't faint at smutty words. Well, he'd delivered them in spades. "I didn't tell you to leave in the first place."
"I know, but what I said was inappropriate.
Her inner thighs clenched deep inside. She felt wanton, desirable, and needy all at once. Her feminine channel burned and turned warm and creamy, as if readying for his invasion.
And she wanted it.
She wanted him inside her and never in her life had she ever wanted this badly.
He hadn't apologized for what he'd said, but she thought he looked remorseful. She bit her lip, struggling to keep from flinging herself in his arms and telling him to do what he wanted with her body. She was his. Her body knew and accepted it, but her mind and heart wasn't quite ready to surrender.
"Throw his ass out, Nyra," Karma exclaimed. "He's offensive to my senses!"
"I don't think he realizes he was odious," Nyra replied wringing her hands. He did. Of course, he did. She chose to believe otherwise.
"He knows," Karma said, huffing. "He meant what he said."
"He didn't mean it, Karma. And he's sorry."
"By the gods! I'm standing right here, witch," Dym snapped. "So talk to me, instead of your little floppy-hoppy fiend with the antenna ears."
Nyra jumped at his shout. Without pausing, she wadded her napkin into a tight ball and threw it at him. It hit him smack in the face, not that it hurt him, but it gave her a measure of satisfaction. "In answer to your question, no, I won't let you! And it's hop or hopping, not hoppy, there's no flop, and don't you dare call Karma a fiend again! At least she doesn't go ‘round biting people on their neck and injecting venom into them."
He lifted a brow. "Won't let me stay or won't let me fuck you?"
"You can stay," she snapped. She flung back her head and glared at him. "So I guess you know the answer to the other question. And you will never say anything so brassy to me again! Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time I open my shop." She started past him.
Dym caught her by the shoulders and pulled her to him. "I'm not apologizing for what I want. When I'm around you, I feel vulgar. Everything inside me beats with need." He grabbed her hand, pressed it to his groin. "Feel that? I can't help that you do this to me. Thunderheads! I've tried not to want you. I don't want to want you. I sure as hell didn't mean to mark you. You aren't for me." He dipped his head, his mouth a whisper away from hers. "But you'd best get used to having me around, witch. I'm not going away as long as this icy weather holds. I couldn't, even if I wanted to. So keep your distance. Stay across the room from me. I'm giving you fair warning, first chance, I'll have you on your back again and then--"