Chapter Eleven

Niko

I watch her as I speak, and I see the moment her heart softens and accepts my words. Every word I have spoken is true. I want all those things and I want them with her.

It seems insane, even to me, but I cannot see myself with anyone but her. In the past twenty-four hours, I have felt more emotion with this woman than I have in the past hundred years. She brings it out in me. Making me feel and want. Longing for things I never knew I wanted. And arousal. Dear God, the lust this curvy little witch inspires in me is something that would scare her if she knew what I was thinking.

I may not believe in love at first sight, but I fully believe in lust at first touch, especially after touching her hand. Sitting beside her on the bed, I cup her face in my hands staring deeply into her eyes. Slowly I lower my head, giving her a chance to pull away before I whisper my lips over hers. When she doesn't stop me, I press my lips to hers more fully.

I wasn't expecting the raging inferno that swept through my veins chasing all sanity from my mind. Slipping my hands into her hair I draw her closer, our lips fusing, her hands gripping at my shirt.

Pulling away after we're both breathless from our kissing, I stare down at her. The beautiful pink blush on her cheeks, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, her pebbled nipples pressing at the front of her sundress.

"Damn," she whispers with a smile.

"Yeah," I reply, kissing her lightly. "I wasn't expecting that either."

A giggle escapes her, and I instantly fall in love with the sound. I swear to myself at that moment I will do everything in my power to ensure she does it as often as possible.

"Do you really believe we can lead your realm and my coven? That we can have it all?" Cassandra asks softly drawing my attention back to the moment.

****

Cassandra

"Why not?" He tilts his head as he watches me. "I already know you don't have a problem speaking your mind when given the chance. We get along just fine when we are on the same team, and I don't think sexual chemistry will be a problem for us. We can work on the rest of it as we go."

"You think we will have good sexual chemistry?" I tease.

"Yes." He smirks.

"And what led you to this assumption?" I sass.

A brilliant smile crosses his face. "The way we kissed."

The memory of our kiss just moments ago flashes through my mind. The possessive way he held me, the way he tasted. Yup. Definitely not a problem with sexual chemistry.

"Okay," I say already having made my decision. If I'm going to do this, I will go all in. "But I need to tell you something."

My stomach twists in knots as I watch him closely. Every person I have told about my power has pushed me aside. It isn't easy to be around someone that has access to your thoughts and emotions.

"You can tell me anything," he says earnestly.

"I can read your thoughts," I blurt out. I can't beat around the bush with this revelation.

"Like right now?" Niko frowns.

"No. When we touch," I reply softly. "Not always, though. But sometimes, when someone touches me, I have a doorway to their thoughts or emotions."

Before I have time to process anything, I find myself in Niko's arms again, his lips fused to mine. He kisses me like he wants to consume me. Niko lifts me onto his lap, his hands planted firmly on my ass, kneading the globes. His erection bumps against my covered sex and a mewl escapes me at the feel of it. I have only been intimate with one man and it was never this intense.

One of his hands leaves my ass to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back harshly. His lips follow a path down the column of my throat. The skin beneath his lips is on fire.

Instead of being put off by my admission, he openly accepts it. He pushes his thoughts into my mind. The future, what could be between us, along with the overwhelming need he feels for me. I feel his desire, his need, the urge to fill me with his cock and make me scream his name. A new wave of lust crashes over me and I want nothing more than to feel him thrust deep inside of me.

Before I can beg him to take me, a loud knock sounds on the door, drawing a disapproving grumble from Niko. But he doesn't stop his ministrations. His lips trace the curve of my breast just above the neckline of my dress. My nipples contract harshly, begging for his attention.

Suddenly I find myself flat on the bed, Niko poised above me. His hands work the straps of my sundress down my arms before he pulls the cups on my lacy white bra down exposing my breasts to him. His lips capture a nipple, drawing it into his mouth. My back arches off the bed, pushing my breast deeper into the wet heat of his mouth.

Another, more forceful knock sounds on the door. Irritation courses through him.

"Fuck," Niko rasps. "I have to see who that is." His eyes blaze with lust as he takes me in. He palms my breast and tweaks my nipple hard. "Stay like this."

Niko strides toward the entrance of the room, blatantly adjusting his erection, before cracking the door open, ensuring the person on the other side can't see me. I can't make out what is being said as he speaks in a low murmur, but I do see the moment his posture goes rigid. Righting my clothes, I move toward him. Niko closes the door before I can see who he is speaking to and turns to me.

"I wish I didn't have to do this right now but there has been an attack at one of the border posts. I need to see to reinforcements and supplies for the people that are still there."

"Oh my God," I gasp. "Go, Niko. They need you."

He grabs me roughly, pulling me closer. He kisses me deeply before releasing me and striding out of what is now our bedroom.