The Lightning Prophecy (The Lightning Witch Trilogy Book 1) (14 page)

“Yeah I think so,” I replied.

“So anyone want to inform me what the hell happened?” Mitch cut in. It was Troy who went over everything. While he spoke, Reid’s hands went over my whole body making sure I had not broken anything. Well, that’s what I was telling myself, anyway. As he wandered to the back of my head I braced for pain, but was not braced for that amount of agony.

“Shit, damnit, Reid! That hurts!”

He smiled and moved to my collarbone. At some point he got a wet towel and when he brushed it over the wound I about punched him. “The hell did you put on that thing? Ice water?”

“Shh. Nothing broken. You might have a concussion and it looks like the teeth bounced off the bone without doing much damage.” It was at that point when Troy described how I looked. Reid sat there listening to him and never looking away from me.

“A witch who controls lightning. Damn. I have never heard of that before,” Mitch said, looking over at me.

I raised my hand in the air and said, “Yup, that’s me. Weird as hell.”

A flash of something flickered across Reid’s face, but I didn’t know what it was. The next instant his face was buried in my neck. My heart kicked right back up again. I heard him take in a deep breath.
Is he smelling me?
Oh for fuck’s sake, I was just attacked and ran forty thousand miles. Of course I smelled bad; why the hell did he need to smell me? I flinched back, but with arms around me there wasn't far I could go.

“What the hell…”

“Mitch,” Reid snapped.

“On it,” Mitch answered as he gingerly picked up Troy’s arm and sniffed it.

Next to my ear I felt Reid’s warm breath as he whispered, “Trying to catch a scent.” My pulse rushed and heat spiked low in my belly. I clinched my legs, begging them not to betray me.

“Ah,” was the only response I could manage.
Sheesh, calm down, killer
.

I thought I felt a brush of his lips over my neck just under my ear as he pulled away. But, he didn’t give me a wicked grin or anything. Clearly, my mind was going.

“Reid, it’s the damndest thing, but I don’t smell him. How is that even possible?” Mitch said.

“I have no idea, but I don’t smell him either.”

“I need to head to Atlanta. My pack will be meeting me there and I will be speaking rather persuasively to them to see if I can find out who Bill saw.”

“Can you take me to the hospital on your way? I don’t need my fabulous skin scarring,” Troy asked of Mitch.

“Sure. Delaney, you’re going to need to go too,” Mitch said.

“Yeah, no, that’s not going to work for me. Too many electrical devices in that place.” I met Reid’s gaze and he did not look amused.

“Delaney, you really…”

“I’m fine, really, look,” I said as I got off the bed. I was hesitant to leave Reid’s warmth, but if I wanted to clear my head from this, his arms was not the best place for me to be.

I raised my arms above my head and noticed that it really didn’t hurt that bad. However, there was a fresh trickle of blood forming down my shirt. I put my arms down to see all three men looking at me. Troy just shook his head.

“You big bastards better forget it. She’s made up her mind. That’s all there is to it. Also, are all werewolves as fine as y’all? Because that’s right sinful.” Ah, there it was. The reason Troy and I were friends. I couldn't help but chuckle.

Reid was still glaring at me when he said, “Fine. I'll take Delaney home and, Mitch, if you can drop Troy off.”

I walked over to Troy and helped him out of the chair. I wrapped my arms around his narrow waist, being careful of his arm. He wrapped one lanky arm around me and we both just stood there holding each other. I refused to cry. I felt Troy press his lips to the top of my head.

“I love you. Thanks for saving my ass.” Troy’s voice sounded about as shaky as I felt. Damn, a tear slipped out. Stupid adrenaline let down.

I looked up at him and moved my hands to his face and said, “I love you too. Thanks for not leaving.” I put my lips to his cheek and felt the skin was damp.

“REID, YOU DON’T
need to come up. Really, I’m good.” I really didn’t need him to come up. Well, I mean not to keep me safe.

“Delaney, it’s not up for discussion.” There was an edge of desperation to his voice. It stopped the argument from falling from my lips. I simply stepped aside and let him in.

I needed Tylenol; my head was killing me. I had never used that much of my power before. I stopped in the middle of my living room when the tone of Reid's last comment fully hit me. It was laced with worry, worry for me. I had almost died. I could have gotten Troy killed. The enormity of the situation had been lost on me until this moment. One thought kept playing in my head over and over and finally when I saw Reid’s expression I understood what it was saying. I would have never seen Reid again. I would have never felt my heartbeat race at his touch. I would never see what we could be.

We both stood there in my living room with our eyes locked, both trying to read the other. But, one thing was clear: we were at a precipice. In this moment, we had a chance. We had a choice. Do we stay the course or do we leap? My mind was racing, but my heart leapt.

“I could have died,” I said, staring at his caramel-colored gaze. A shiver ran the length of my spine. That gaze seemed to strip me bare.

“I know.” His voice was full of emotions. I just couldn’t tell what they were.

Turn or leap? Now or never? Was it worth the risk of losing my heart? I ran to him just as he ran to me. We cleared the distance in two steps. His hands cupped my face and he crushed his lips to mine. It was a bruising kiss, one that would undoubtedly leave my lips swollen. One of his hands slipped from my face to the back of my head, where he tangled it in my hair. There was a sense of desperation in his kiss. He needed this just as much as I did. I slipped a hand to the back of his neck and ran my finger through the short hairs. His tongue flicked my lip and I met it with my own flick. Suddenly, he pulled away. He leaned his forehead against mine. We both gasped for breath.

“I don’t want to hurt you. But, I need you, Delaney,” he said in a growl.

My heart did this little flip-flop thing. He said he needed me. I don’t think any man has ever said he needed me and if he did, he didn’t say it with the conviction Reid just did. He said it as though he needed me like he needed oxygen in his lungs. I moved my head to look at him and my breath caught at the desire emanating from his gaze.

I swallowed and moved my hands to his face and whispered, “I’m tougher than I look.”

That was all that it took before his mouth covered mine in a soul-searing kiss. His hand fisted in my hair so he could control the angle of my face to his. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, mimicking other, more erotic activities. My belly tightened and heat rushed to the juncture between my thighs and began to pool. My body was remembering what almost had been. Remembering what his mouth felt like on my breast.

It was him who broke the kiss. He stared down at me and his gaze had no caramel color to be seen. The eyes staring back at me were the blazing green of the wolf.

He dipped his mouth to the base of my throat. His tongue flicked out, teasing and lapping at the sensitive skin. My hands flew to cradle his head closer to my throat. I felt his fingers circle to my lower back and then, in a fast move, he grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist. His mouth never left my skin as he walked me over to my bed and set me down. He then took my shoes off and in a low tone said, “Stand up. On the bed.”
Oh God, he isn’t going to stop now, is he?

I complied and stood on the bed. He walked over to me and placed his hands on my hips, running a finger along the waistband of my shorts. My breathing began to quicken and became erratic. He folded the hem of my shirt up, exposing about six inches of my belly. He began to lick and nip at the smooth skin. I ran my hands through his soft hair, trying desperately not to fall and look like a total nut case. His hands pushed my shorts down. And there I stood in my light-blue, lace hipster panties. My heart tried to beat right out of my chest. I knew my panties were damp and I knew he knew it.

He ran a finger along my wet heat. I gasped at his touch. I would fall, I just knew it. For a few agonizing moments he ran a finger over me, causing me to go even wetter, a thing I did not think possible. I looked down at him to see him watching me. He smiled as he placed his finger in his mouth and sucked it. My mouth became far too dry.

He withdrew his finger and said, “I cannot wait to taste you.”

Sweet agony. I might explode. Words? A response? My brain had left the building. His mouth covered my heat and I felt him taste me through my sopping panties.
Oh God.
Pleasure spiked through me in a burst at that taste.

“Reid.” It was a whisper, mostly breath, as my voice was becoming as elusive as my brain. “I’m going to fall.” I felt him flick his tongue against my now-soaking panties before he lowered me to the bed.

He sat back on his heels, looking at me. There was so much in his expression and I got the sense that he was giving me this chance to back out, but that this was the only chance I would be given. I pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, only wincing a little at the wound on my collarbone. Reid pulled his shirt off as well and he hovered over me, staring at my body.

“God, Delaney, you are something.”  

I reached up to pull his face to mine and kissed him with all the need I felt for him. I let my hands wander over his muscular chest as he hovered above me. I felt his groan build in his chest.

He broke away from me, leaving my lips cold and aching for him. His lips scattered little kisses from my chin down my neck and to my breasts. My nipples were distended at the mere thought of his mouth. He licked the pebbled flesh, but didn’t suck it in. I arched my back at him, hoping he would, but he only licked and then blew cold air. The moment the air hit my nipple, I sucked in a breath. He moved to my other nipple, doing the same. I felt his fingers circling my right nipple then his other hand trailed small patterns down my belly to the edge of my panties.

I stopped breathing as his hand slipped under my panties and his fingers slipped around my wet folds. I could feel something building inside me. He found my clit and began rubbing it, then slipped to my entrance, yet he never pushed inside me. I was dying. I might spontaneously combust. Poof, gone never to be seen. But, oh God, what a way to go!

“Reid, please.” I was not above begging him.

“No, I want to taste you first. I want to taste you as you come.” His voice was just as ragged as mine was.

His hand left my sex and in that moment I wanted to cry in frustration. His mouth covered my left nipple and he drew the peak into his mouth. Gone was my cry of frustration, replaced by a cry of shock and pleasure. He withdrew me from his mouth and kissed his way down my body. He took his time nipping, sucking, and licking me. His fingers were rubbing small circles on my hips the whole time. He expertly pulled my panties down, leaving me fully naked in front of him.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I just can’t get enough of you.” His voice was laced with such raw need it made my body arch toward him.

He positioned himself between my legs and kissed each of my inner thighs so slowly it left me begging for more. Then I felt his tongue dipping into my liquid heat. I gasped his name and moaned it at the same time. My mind had gone long ago and I was simply swimming in what this man did to me and how he made me feel.

The pressure built and then I felt his finger slide inside of me. I tried to control my actions, but at the feel of his finger inside me, my hands flew to his hair. He found my clit and sucked it in. With one more flick of his tongue my orgasm hit me and what was left of my mind splintered and flew apart into a thousand pieces. He kept licking me and nipping at my sensitive nub. I may not have any experience in the sex department, but I have only been a one orgasm kind of girl.

“Reid, I can’t...” I was cut off by the feel of him moving up my body.

He kissed my nose and said, “Oh yes, you can, and you will.”

With his lightning speed he stood up and stripped off his pants in one motion. His erection was huge, his testicles drawn up tight. I knew it would hurt as he stretched me. But, the burn would be more than welcomed. I could not take my eyes off of him. I licked my lips as my mouth watered, wanting to taste him too.

I moved to the edge of the bed and scooted myself level with his mouth-watering erection. I ran my hand down the length of him and heard him hiss. I smiled up at his intense gaze. He had stopped breathing, waiting on my next move. I brought him to my lips and licked the head of him before drawing him fully into my mouth and suckling him. His hand fisted in my hair. He moaned and pulled away from my grasp, leaving me blinking up at him. Was I that bad?

“Christ, woman, you’re going to undo me,” he rasped as he climbed over me.

I spread my legs to accommodate him. He rested his erection against the wet, aching part of me. He leaned in to cover my mouth with his and began a slow grinding of his erection against my clit and my slick folds. The pleasure began to build, but the peak was out of my grasp. I wanted him inside me. Hell, I needed him inside me.

I arched up to meet him thrust for thrust. I wanted him to feel the same agony. His eyes met mine and I could tell he was in as much pain as I was in. Good. I broke our kiss. I sucked and licked my way down his neck and bit down hard on the tendon between his shoulder and throat. He gasped and let loose a moan that sent my head spinning. I then moved my hands to his back and dug my nails in as he ground his hard erection against my clit. He moaned again. That’s when I felt his subtle shift and felt the pressure of him at my entrance. He pushed inside of me. White-hot pain laced up from my sex and flooded my body. He paused and searched my eyes. He must have seen the pain on my face, because his eyes were full of concern.

I put my hand against his cheek and said, “I want this. Please don’t stop.”

“Are you? I mean, have you ever?” he breathlessly questioned.

“Please, Reid!” I begged. If he stopped now I would electrocute him.

He closed his eyes. Clearly he was having some kind of internal struggle. I arched my hips up, pushing him in a fraction of an inch more. It was enough to show him how much I needed him. He pushed more into me and the pain burned, but it felt so damned good at the same time. He withdrew a little and then in one thrust was inside me fully. I cried out at the intrusion, but the pain was quickly replace with pleasure. If there had been a barrier there, it was long gone.

He began to move inside me. He withdrew and thrust inside all the way to the root. When he was inside me, he filled me all the way, and when he left me I felt empty and aching for him. I was a big ball of need and met his thrust with one of my own. I felt my orgasm building. His mouth left mine and went to my breasts, sucking and nipping at each nipple. He was going to make me burst. I just knew it. I needed to come so badly. He leaned up slightly and slipped his hand between us and found my clit with his thumb, rubbing it. With his touch pleasure shot through my body. With every beat of my pulse it sent the pleasure deeper into my core. Building, everything was building. I had never felt anything like it.

“God, Delaney you’re so tight. I want to feel you come.”

And just like that, as if my body needed him to say it, I came. I threw my head back and moaned his name. I felt him shudder and pulse inside of me and that only seemed to fuel my orgasm, stroking it to a fever pitch. For the second time today, I flew apart into a thousand pieces. I felt like a crystal ball falling to the earth, shattered into a million shards. I was raw and this man had done it to me. Completely exposed, soul and all.

I lay there with Reid on top of me as the after-quakes of the monumental orgasm washed over me in waves. Reid brushed his mouth over my skin in light kisses, leaving my sensitive skin tingling.

I closed my eyes, just focusing on feeling him on me, in me, and around me. This male broke me down to the most elemental and base level. Any barrier I erected to keep him from getting to me he demolished. Here I lay, a quivering mess of raw nerves completely and utterly exposed. Yet, the feeling of vulnerability that I knew would come with being this exposed was nowhere to be seen. I felt safe. I had no idea that this feeling of panic and uncertainty had taken such a toll on my entire being.