Page 25 of Wedded Witch
I don’t think, I just move, leaning into that spark. My breath catches in my throat as his lips hover over mine, teasing me with the slightest brush—a promise wrapped in a dare.
The kiss is like a spark catching fire, and in that first second, it’s soft, almost questioning.
Then it deepens, explodes.
I gasp against him, heat blazing between us like wildfire. His hands find my waist, pulling me closer, and my entire body hums in response. I can taste the storm brewing in him—the raw, unspoken hunger that sets my skin alight.
Everything else falls away—the motel, the room, the entire world—until it’s just the two of us caught in the current of this kiss.
I lean into him, giving as much as I’m taking, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. The kiss grows more desperate, more hungry, like we’ve been waiting for this moment forever.
Every nerve in my body is on high alert, buzzing with the thrill of it.
When we finally break apart, I’m breathless, my lips tingling, my heart slamming against my chest.
Kel exhales sharply, his forehead resting against mine. “Wow,” he whispers, his voice low and rough.
I can barely find my voice. “Yeah… wow.”
For a beat, we just stand there, the air crackling between us, both of us trying to process what just happened.
“Sleep well, Swyn,” he says, stepping back with a lingering smile, like he’s just as shaken by the kiss as I am.
“You too,” I manage, closing the door, my hand trembling slightly as I lock it behind me.
The phone is still clutched in my hand, but I can’t focus on it. My mind is spinning, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of that kiss. I should be angry with him, frustrated. Instead, I’m...completely undone.
And maybe – just maybe – burning for more.
SOL
I watchfrom the shadows as the motel door shuts behind her, the faint click of the lock echoing in the cool night air. She doesn’t know I’m here – she never does.
She thinks the world is simple, full of easily understood dangers that she can see coming. But this town... it’s nothing like what she expects.
Swyn doesn’t belong here. Not in Spells Hollow.
Her scent still lingers in the air, a soft trail that I’ve been following since she crossed the town line. It was faint at first, carried on the wind, but the moment she arrived at the motel, it hit me – sharp, clear, and utterly intoxicating.
The perfect musk to complement my vetiver.
I knew then what I already suspected.
She’s in danger.
It’s strange how drawn I am to her. I barely know her, yet the connection feels so deep it’s unnerving. Adria, Ri, claims she’s his mate, but I’m not so sure. I think she might be mine.
Even before she arrived, I’d sensed her presence on the outskirts of town. Something about her calls to me in a way Idon’t fully understand. Maybe it’s because even in the short time I’ve been watching her I can recognise how different she is from the others who come and go.
They don’t last long here, not once the darkness wraps around them. But Swyn…she’s special. There’s something in her – something strong, but fragile, too. I’m not the only one who can sense it. Darkness has been stirring in town.
My brother would’ve torn into me if he knew I’d been following her like this. Ri, always the protector of rules, always the one quick to remind us that we have a duty to the town, not to some stranger.
He’d tell me I was foolish for getting too close, but that’s the difference between us. He’s always kept his distance. I never could.
But it’s more than that. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she wasn’t just another human or witch or supernatural being. The way she looked at me – when I was in my other form – spoke volumes. She didn’t recoil, didn’t run. She trusted me, even when she shouldn’t have.
That trust is dangerous for her. Because she’s walking straight into the heart of something she doesn’t understand. There are things lurking in Spells Hollow – things older than the ground we walk on, darker than the night itself.