Page 38 of His Bullied Fated Mate

It was a mixture of pain and ecstasy. His hands moved, and he slid a finger into me. I felt myself tighten, and he inhaled sharply.

“Fuck, Janella.”

I couldn’t breathe as he moved his finger, sliding it slowly. He slid a second finger in and hooked his fingers up. I grabbed onto his shoulders, feeling a tingling sensation forming down below.

Riley growled, his hand on my hip was firm, his fingertips pressing tightly against my skin. My body felt like it was on fireas he moved his fingers, hitting at an angle I didn’t even know existed. It was perfect, and my body started to shake.

“You have no idea how badly I have wanted to touch you. To feel your skin against mine.”

I couldn't form words. His lips kissed my cheeks and my nose. They were soft, so different from how dirty he was talking. “And you're so fucking tight. I imagine the thought of how tight you'd be wrapped around my cock. I want so badly to fuck you. I want to mark you so no other man will look at you. I would gladly fuck you in front of them to get my point across.”

It was so wrong but so hot at the same time. I felt that build-up forming. His lips pressed against mine, softer as an orgasm hit me. It hit me like a train.

I felt a head rush hit me, and I moaned softly as the feeling of electricity hit me. I sagged against the tree. Riley's forehead pressed against mine, and it was silent between us, besides us both panting for air.

He stared at me, his brown eyes seeming to look into my soul. I tried to think of something to say, but then a new scent hit me.

It was sweet like candy, and Riley’s eyes widened. He leaned back, his eyes looking over me. But then I felt a jolt run over my entire body. It was like electricity slammed into me, and Riley took a step back.

I panted for air as I felt something tingling underneath my skin. I looked at my hands and felt my heart racing for another reason.

What was going on? What was this?

“Janella?”

I looked at him. Riley just stood stunned. “You...you smell like magic. Are you...Do you possess magic?”

I shook my head. “No. That's impossible.”

I felt my hands shaking as I started to panic. I couldn't. It was impossible, wasn't it? I was just a human after all.

“Janella, I think you're a witch.”

I didn’t know what to say to his words. It couldn’t be true. There was no way that I had magic.

“Janella?”

I shook my head. “No, that’s not possible.”

“It’s magic. I can smell it.”

I shook my head, starting to feel trapped as his words soaked in. I couldn’t breathe and felt my body shaking for another reason. I felt tears building up and tried to move away. “I don’t have magic. I can’t…”

“Janella, stop.”

He hooked her arm, pulling me back towards him.

“Please let go. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t…” I’ve heard how dangerous new witches could be. How they didn't know how to control anything and ended up hurting people around them.

“Janella, stop trying to get free. Breath. You're turning purple.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t have magic. I swear…” I started to hyperventilate, and he grabbed my face. His hands blocked out my vision, only letting me see him.

“Breathe.” His voice was soft. “In slowly and out. Panicking isn’t going to help.”

I took a slow couple of breaths in and let it out.

He nodded and dropped his hands. “Alright. Let’s go home where we can sit and talk about this.”