Free Colin: Her Warlock Protector Book 4 by Hazel Hunter Page B

elemental act that established her as his, and a part of her wondered if this was something that could ever be undone. If he hadn't put on the condom, they would have eternity together, and for the first time, she wondered what that might be like.  
    His rough thrusts forced his shaft into her body. There was nothing she could do as he pushed into her over and over again. With a muffled cry, she reached between her legs to start touching her own clit. She was wet and needy, and behind her Colin's groans were pushing her higher and higher. Nothing had ever felt this good, this intense, and she wanted all of it. There was no limit for her when they were together. Their bodies pounded out an elemental rhythm that threatened to carry her away with it.
    With another man, in another situation, she might have been frightened of the savagery that they had unleashed. However, here there was no fear. There was no room for anything except the pleasure that started low in her body and then overflowed to take over every part of her. Her own fingers grew as rough as Colin's movements were, and her own crisis swept in from somewhere low and then raced up her body.
    She was shouting, calling his name and begging him not to stop, and her limbs were shaking so hard she thought she would be torn apart. Selene was aware that Colin was murmuring soothing things, dirty things, telling her that she belonged with him, that she couldn't deny it. Her body was clenched so tightly around his that the aftermath of her pleasure drew out further and further.
    She was still shaking when Colin's thrusts became wild and uncoordinated. He slammed into her one last time, collapsing so that his weight was draped over her back. She held them both up for a moment, but then she collapsed slowly and easily to the bed.
    Colin rolled off of her, removing the condom to take care of it, but then he was back again, cuddling up to her back and moving aside the mass of her hair to kiss the back of her neck.
    “What are you going to do now?” he whispered into her ear.  
    She made an irritated noise, hoping that she could simply put him off, but the hand stroking her face was insistent.  
    “Is this what you want to do forever?” he asked. “Do you always want to be running, taking jobs from people you don't trust to do things to people who never did you any harm?”  
    She sighed. “You're really not going to let this go, are you?”  
    “I'm afraid not.”
      She wished that she were feeling anger, but she was aware that she was not. It was not anger that made her heart feel as heavy as an anchor. It was not anger that made her feel as if her head were too full or that her throat was caught. She knew that it was grief.
    Selene said none of this. Instead, she rose and walked away from the bed. She could feel Colin's eyes on her, and she slipped on a silk robe that was lying over the back of a chair. Despite what they’d just done, she wanted—she needed—a barrier between them.
    The robe had no tie, so she was forced to hold it closed. When she finally looked up at Colin, he met her eyes. Silly man.
    “I don't think you understand what I've been telling you,” she said softly. “Or perhaps you do, and you are simply hoping for a different outcome. In either case Colin, you must understand how sorry I am. I'm not made for the Wiccan world. I had what felt like the perfect coven for almost a year. For almost a year, it was like those people were my family. I didn't need my abusive stepfather or my negligent mother. Instead, I had these people, both older and younger than me, who truly cared about who I was, what I wanted. That didn't work out so well.”
    “It didn't work out so well because your coven master was a monster who took advantage of someone he was meant to protect,” Colin protested, but she waved her hand for silence.
    “There must be something wrong with me,” Selene said, almost to herself. “It has to be something about me. But after