Witch Way to Love Read Free

wood and lifted Sauren off the floor. Picking herself up, she dusted off the skirt of her dress and
cleared her throat.
    “Well,
it was a pleasure meeting you… Um, I don’t believe you ever told me your name.”
    “No,”
he rumbled, climbing to his feet. “I didn’t.”
    She
lifted her brows and looked at him expectantly, waiting for his response, but none was forthcoming. With a sigh, she turned
toward the door. If he didn’t want to be polite and at least extend her the
courtesy of giving her his name, why should she bother to stick around and
clean up?
    “That’s
it?” he demanded. “That demented wand of yours gets into my home, breaks half
my stuff, makes it rain in the house,
and you’re just going to leave?”
    “You
don’t seem very hospitable. I figured our presence wasn’t wanted, or needed.”
    He
eyed her a moment, his gaze far too knowing, too assessing as he studied her
curves. There was a flicker of heat in their depths and she wondered if he was
just as affected by her as she was by him. The hardness of his body,
particularly in one area, hadn’t escaped her notice while she’d been sprawled
across him in her feeble attempt at protecting him. Before she could continue
that line of thought, she really needed to do something about the rain.
    Muttering
an incantation under her breath, she swirled Sauren through the hair, her grip on the wand tight so it wouldn’t escape. The rain
slowed, then stopped all together, leaving everything
soaked. Breena hoped his floors wouldn’t warp from
getting so wet. She supposed she could cast a spell to dry everything, but she
wasn’t entirely certain her help would be appreciated. He still seemed a little
perturbed with her, or rather, with her wand.
    She
shoved strands of hair from her eyes, the ends dripping down her cleavage. She
watched as his gaze tracked the motion of the water droplets, his eyes flaring
as the water disappeared between her breasts. He licked his lips. An unconscious move? His hands clenched and unclenched at
his sides. Did he think of reaching for her? Did he want to touch her as badly
as she wanted to be touched? Still, he made no move to come to her, to reach
for her, to beckon her closer.
    “I
should probably go,” she said softly, wishing he would negate her statement,
ask her to stay.
    His
intense gaze burned into her, setting her aflame. With her rising desire, the
temperature in the room rose, as well, creating a steam room effect in the
living room. Even with the change in their environment, he didn’t break
contact. What was he looking for? If he wanted her consent for things to move
forward, he had it! If he wanted her to beg…well, she’d never been one for
begging. Besides, he was the one who had a tail.
    Coming
to a decision, one she might very well regret later, she turned and placed her
hand on the warm doorknob. It turned easily in her palm and the door swung
open. Outside, the night lay still, the calm after the
storm. Moonlight filtered through the large, black clouds, a few stars peeking
through. She took one step, then another. She was at the bottom of his porch
steps before she felt his presence.
    Breena looked over her
shoulder to see him limned in moonlight just inside the door. He took her breath
away, even soaked as he was. It just made his shirt cling to him, made his jeans
hug his muscular thighs. She clenched her thighs together, staving off her
growing need for this man, this enigma. The man who wasn’t
man, but who wasn’t entirely a wolf either. A man who would remain a
puzzle once she walked away. She wasn’t ready for that moment yet, but he
didn’t call her back inside, didn’t say a word at all. He just merely watched
her.
    Forcing
herself to pull away from his presence, she turned on her heel and began her
long trek home. Now that she had her wand, she could translocate, but the walk
would do her some good. The air was balmy, the humidity causing steam to rise
from the now wet pavement.