Free lightning witch 02 - lightning legacy by emily cyr

and walked over to him. I climbed up on the bed and threw my leg over him. My sex rested above his throbbing erection which, thank God, was still inside his pants.
    He sucked in a breath. His hands went to my breasts and I shuddered, clenching my teeth and trying to fight the instinct that was screaming at me to fight this. Fight his touch. I moaned, trying to fake as much as I could. He ran his thumb over a nipple, causing the peak to pebble. I ran my hands down his chest. He raised his head to my breast and darted a tongue over one nipple. My nails raked down his chest at the new touch. I tried not to lash out. He then pulled the nipple into his mouth and groaned around it. Shit. This was not helping my arousal; if anything, it was going to kill it. I had to do something and fast. I shifted my leg slightly and angled it so that my knee rested between his legs. Now or never, Delaney. I used nearly all of my resolve and rammed my knee into his groin.
    His eyes went wide and he shoved me off of him so hard that I went flying backward off the bed. He was heaving breaths in and out and his big hands were covering his crotch. He was writhing in pain. I scrambled to my feet and began to pull lightning from my core. I rushed to him and his eyes were wild and furious.
    He snarled at me through clenched teeth, “You fucking bitch! I’ll kill you for this.”
    I didn't waste time with a retort. I went to place my hand directly over his heart, and one of his hands shot out to grab at me, but this motion must have caused him pain because his movements were sluggish. I batted his hand away with no thought. Was that a bone in his arm that I just heard snapping? No, it couldn't be.
    Shaking my head, I put a hand over his heart and willed the lightning in my body to leave, pushing everything I had through my hands. The lightning left me with searing pain, but it was nothing to what I knew he was feeling. His body jerked violently in seizure-like movements. His skin around my hand blackened and the room filled with the stench of burning things. Never had I ever put this much power, my power, into something. I didn't want to stop; I wanted to pour everything I had into him until he was nothing but a pile of ash. Because then he would see what he had done to me.
    But, I became physically pained. This was the pain I felt when I tried to kill him last time. I pulled away from him knowing my skin was sparking with power. I backed away from his unmoving form lying on the bed. Had he not been weakened by whatever Mark gave him, he would already be healing. I ran to the pile of clothes and found jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. I threw them on. I had no time. I tossed another shirt on over the long-sleeved one. It would be cold, and I didn't have a jacket. I spared one more glance at the nearly charred body lying unmoving on the bed and left the room.
    I headed for the stairs, but paused. I ran to Mitch's office. It was locked. I rammed my shoulder, hoping the door would give. It did with surprising ease. I guess I was stronger than I thought. I ran to the desk and pulled out my purse, then ran to the file cabinet and grabbed everything in the C section and stuffed it into my bag. I would have to thank Troy for talking me into buying a bag I could carry a toaster oven in. I ran out of the office and paused at the door to my room, sparing one second to lock all of the locks.
    Like that will really do any good.
    I hustled down the stairs, frantic, and ran into the room just to the right of the stairs. It was where the other guard typically sat. That's where I found Mark. His eyes met mine and he got out of his chair.
    “Don’t take any of the cars. He will trace you that way. Take this,” he said, handing me a large jug of bleach and a small black phone. My eyes widened. I wasn’t planning on doing laundry.
    “You need to dunk yourself. Get as far as you can then go to a hotel. Bathe in this and that should get rid of your scent long enough to