Free Witch Emerging (High Witch Book 2) by Mona Hanna Page A

Julius. Younger—he’s only about twenty—but he could be his twin. They’re related somehow. I’m sure of it.”
    Brayden shut his eyes. Dammit . He thought they were rid of Julius, once and for all. He frowned at Ariel. “He really looked like Julius? Ariel, I want us to have seen the last of him. I don’t want to believe this.”
    She furrowed her brow. “I’m sorry, Brayden, but it’s what I saw. They’re practically identical.”
    He groaned. “And you’re sure this girl is a High Witch?”
    Ariel nodded. “The spell she cast, it’s too powerful for an ordinary witch, too intense. What if the man wants to turn her? Maybe she’ll get away from him with the spell, but she might not. Does she even know she’s a High Witch—what that means? Brayden, we have to find her!”
    Brayden hugged Ariel closely and felt how tense she was. He smoothed his hand down her hair. “You’ll keep casting the locating spell, and we’ll get to her. It’ll work. It has to.” Ariel sighed deeply in his arms. Brayden shut his eyes, wishing all of their trauma was gone. He moved his lips to her ear and kissed it gently. “Let me make love to you,” he whispered. She looked at him, and he softly kissed her. “I don’t want to argue with you, Ariel. I was just worried about you. I don’t want us to be angry with each other. I want you and the baby to be safe. Let me hold you, wipe out the memory.”
    Ariel looked at him tenderly. “We need to talk, Brayden,” she whispered. He kissed her again. “Maybe I do need to bind our child’s powers. I’ll think about it some more. I don’t want to be angry with you, either.”
    “Ariel.” He pressed his lips against hers, his anguish filling the kiss with intensity. They kissed until they were both panting and Brayden was desperate for her. They somehow made it to the bedroom and lay down together, resuming their embrace. Brayden ran his hands down Ariel’s body, and she drew his shirt over his head and began to moan as he kissed her neck. He moved his hands beneath her blouse, loving the feel of her soft skin, and brushed his fingers over her breasts. She gasped, and he removed her blouse, then took off her long skirt. He removed the rest of his clothing while still kissing her.
    They began to make love, and though it was beautiful, it wasn’t sweet or tender like it often was. Instead, it was intense, all their anxiety, their pain, and their worry banished as they lost themselves to each other. Their anguish dissolved as they writhed together, and Brayden wanted the time to last as long as possible. He made himself keep going, refusing to give in to his building climax, wanting them both to feel greater sensation. She clutched him the way she did when she was close to peaking, but he kept going and heard her cry out as her body trembled at the height of her pleasure. He kept making love to her, wanting her to feel it again. She gasped, a deep moan escaping her throat, and Brayden couldn’t take it anymore. He led them to the end, giving in, screaming her name as he collapsed on top of her. He almost couldn’t breathe at his release, his heart pounding and his body trembling. He’d never felt anything so euphoric in all his life.
     

Chapter 11
     
    Hallie woke up feeling sore and weary, and wondering why her bed was so hard and why she had a horrible feeling of dread hanging over her. She opened her eyes to the bare wooden room and shot up in bed, remembering everything that happened. Sean! How was he? She shoved aside her flimsy blanket and looked over to the chair near the door, where Nicholas had sat when she went to sleep. The chair was empty.
    Hallie stood up, shaking slightly, feeling full of nerves. Last night Nicholas had magically transported her to this room, presumably so she wouldn’t see the rest of the house, then told her to rest. She’d resisted at first, sat there looking at him in the dim candlelight, but finally weariness took over and she lay