Free A Witch's Fury by Kim Schubert

heart for missing him so.
    Rubbing my temples, I heard the door open.
“Forgot something?” I asked Mal.
    Silence met my answer. I looked over to ask
her if I needed an escort out. The words died on my lips, my mouth
hanging open as Blake stood over me, staring down from impossibly
blue eyes.
    Shock and desire removed the air in my lungs.
Pain followed shortly after and had me launching out of my seat,
backing away from him, stumbling over my upturned chair. My
miserable body responded to him in ways I didn’t need him
scenting.
    His inhale and upturned lips told me it was
too late.
    Shit.
    “Olivia.” My name on his lips was almost too
much. I couldn’t look at him, shame forcing me to look away. I had
shown him all my broken pieces, he knew too much.
    He stepped closer, between my car keys and
me.
    SHIT.
    I couldn’t look at him, shouldn’t look at
him. Another look into those devastatingly handsome eyes and I’d
give in to my desires.
    I was certain of it.
    Just to feel him near again, to hear my name
on his lips in pleasure, to be chosen over Angelina.
    I wanted to be worthy of his love.
    His gentle touch under my chin had me gasping
for air, the contact jarring me to my toes. I looked into his
mesmerizing cobalt gaze.
    “Find what you are looking for?” His soft
voice washed over me, heat pooling inside of me.
    “No.” My voice was hardly above a whisper. My
eyes searched his, wanting, needing to understand this sudden
change in him. Hope, that foolish beast, was willing him to have
changed his mind. Clan be dammed.
    Damn him and that slow seductive smile.
    Damn my traitorous body.
    I had to get back in control. I had to push
his advancing form away. I couldn’t let his lips come any closer to
my own.
    I shouldn’t want this, he broke my heart and
he didn’t get a second chance.
    But I’d do anything just to have him back,
just to feel whole for a little while longer.
    “Blake,” I whispered before his lips grazed
mine.
    Thoughts fled me, instinct and need
dominated.
    He nuzzled the sensitive flesh under my ear,
my hands fisting into his shirt of their own will, closing the
distance between our bodies.
    The emotional distance dissipated, followed
by my pants. The ripping sound must have been my underwear. His
hands on my ass lifted me up to be impaled on his waiting length.
Our lips still intertwined, I squealed into his mouth, a dark
chuckle answering my cry.
    Something hard hit my back and I assumed it
was the wall. I was all sensation, the pain in my chest easing, the
joy of being reconnected to him forcing tears to leak down my
cheeks.
    My soul was home.
    I panted, holding onto him as the pleasure
stole feeling in my limbs. Closing my eyes and nuzzling my face
into his neck, I exhaled, feeling everything inside me settle into
perfection.
    “Shit,” he whispered suddenly, pulling back
to look down at me. I looked up, and regret looked back at me.
    “What's wrong?” I asked as he pulled out of
me, dropping my legs abruptly. Thankfully, they held, shaky as I
was.
    As he put himself together quickly I could
only stare at him in confusion, but he wouldn’t meet my gaze.
    “I can't be with you, Olivia.” He came
closer, still avoiding my gaze, but resting a hand against my
heart.
    “I love you, but I can’t do this.”
    His words emptied my heart of my short-lived
joy and I gave serious thought to killing him.
    If I thought for a second it would end the
pain inside of me, I would have.
    I pulled on jeans, leaving my ruined
underwear behind, and leaving the compound with a promise I would
never return.
    …
    I didn’t run to my SUV, but I wanted to like
in one of those terribly cheesy romance movies Kass forced me to
watch. My heart shattered and with every step, the pieces crunched
under foot.
    Instead, I left just how I had entered,
silently, my posture stiff and my emotions under heavy guard.
    I didn’t remember the drive, didn’t recall
getting out of the SUV and falling to my knees at