Free Acting Witchy (Witch Hunters) by Thayer King Page A

his pace steady, opening her body to his. When she began fucking him back, he thrust harder and deeper. He sped up when she whimpered. As her cries escalated, he lost control, fucking her to orgasm. She milked him so hotly that his own peak soon followed. He buried his face in her neck and groaned his pleasure. His cock swelled and spilled his hot seed inside her welcoming pussy. The spasms seemed to go on forever.
    He felt lightheaded as he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She lay with her limbs splayed. Soon she sighed and stood. Her eyes flashed to his groin then to her own.
    Mystique’s eyes widened at the realization that he had taken her without protection, without barriers. As a result of their frenzied and unprotected joining, they were now one. A mated pair forever. All it took to align their souls was for her body to accept his seed. “What did you do? What did you do?”
    He wasn’t just a witness to her panic. He could feel it as she slid her hands into her hair and groaned. “Oh, God.” She sank to her knees, tears filling her eyes. “I never should have trusted you. How could you do this?”
    His heart seized at her agony. Sean hated seeing her miserable. He moved to her side but when he would have touched her she shrank away from him. “Mystique, our being together was inevitable.”
    “You don’t understand!”
    “Tell me. Help me understand.”
    She shook her head. “You should go.”
    “No. I’m not going to leave you like this.” He helped her to her feet. He cupped her face in his hands and felt the energy, stronger than before, surge between the two of them. Tears shimmered in her dark eyes and tracked down her cheeks. He used his thumbs to wipe them away. “I love you, Mystique.”
    “Oh, Sean, you should have asked me first before tying us like this.”
    She was right. He hadn’t thought of her feelings. The drive to possess her had been foremost in his mind. “You would have said no. And I was right. We belong together. You sense it too, don’t you?” She nodded mutely, her expression miserable. He tugged her into an embrace. Her misery saddened him. He didn’t understand it. Didn’t all women want love and commitment? What he’d just done was more binding than any marriage. What more could she want?
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    Sean’s compassion beat at her in waves until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Through their link she could also sense his remorse at his presumptuous behavior by making them mates. She didn’t want to forgive him. Mystique extracted herself from his embrace. “I’m going to shower.”
    His large blue eyes were sad as she left the room. This was as much her fault as his. She’d wanted him and hadn’t thought to make sure he used a condom, knowing what the dire results would be if he didn’t.
    If only being with him didn’t feel so right. The sizzle of her magical powers hummed beneath her skin. She avoided looking at her reflection in the mirror for fear of what she’d see there. The spray of the cool water shocked her and alleviated some of the numbness she was experiencing.
    “What now?” she whispered to herself.
    “Spend the day with me,” Sean said from the other side of the shower curtain. She’d been so preoccupied she hadn’t heard him enter the bathroom. “Please.”
    “Yes.”
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    It was a beautiful day to spend at the beach. The sun was bright against a lovely blue sky. A cool breeze blew off the water, keeping them cool as they strolled along the water’s edge. Mystique held her sandals in one hand. The fingers of the other were entwined with Sean’s. She laughed as he regaled her with tales of the escapades he and his brother had gotten into when they were children. He’d made a conscious effort to keep the mood light and not to press her about their relationship.
    Staring up at him, she couldn’t help but think that he would be her perfect man if he weren’t also a witch.
    “I’ve noticed a pattern in these stories,”