Claiming His Witch by Ellis Leigh Page A

eyes finally met mine. She didn’t look away or show any sign of embarrassment, just peered at me with those gorgeous green eyes, so much like the color of the lake on a cloudy day.
    “Growling for me?”
    Lowering my voice, I took two steps closer to her. “I knew you were my mate the second I saw you. Any growling after that point was definitely in defense of you.”
    Her eyebrows went up and she inched closer. “Oh, really?”
    “Yes, really.” Another step, putting me mere inches away from her.  
    “And what about my sister?”
    “What about your sister?” I could feel her heat, smell her unique scent on the air. Jesus, I wanted to drink her in.
    “Were you defending her as well?” She slid closer, her body barely brushing mine. Electricity. That was what touching her was like. Sparking blue and white bands of electricity joining us together.
    I swallowed hard, entranced by those lips of hers. “Did you want me to?”
    She shook her head, all slow and with a smile curving up her lips. I wanted to taste them so bad.  
    “No.”  
    Her whisper made me tilt my head. “No?”
    She brushed her hand against mine as she gazed at me, making me once again think of electricity, this time of lightning touching down. Making the earth shake with the power of its strike.
    “No.” Her voice was quiet, her words just for the two of us. “I kind of like the idea of you growling only for me.”
    I growled intentionally, low and deep as I stared down at her. “Like this?”
    She slid closer, the way her tits pressed against my chest making me want to feel how soft she was everywhere else. As she edged into my space, my dick found a happy home trapped between us, pressing into her stomach. He liked it there, and there was no way she couldn’t feel how much.
    “Is that for me?”
    I bit back a smile, wondering if she was implying more than just my growl. “Just for you.”  
    She hummed and licked her lips, nearly sending me into cardiac arrest.  
    “Good. I prefer to keep some things to myself.” Her grin was killer, stunning me with her beauty and making my breath catch. This girl. She made me want to throw her down on the floor and bury myself in her. Made me want to lick every inch of her skin. But we had this sexy, standing, getting-to-know-you thing going on, even if all I was learning was how turned on the woman could make me without even trying.
    Daring to take things a step further, I placed one hand on her hip and pulled her even closer. She responded with a smile, not at all resistant to my hold.
    “So apparently you don’t play well with others.” I grinned as she rolled her eyes. “And you make water appear out of nowhere. What more do I need to know? What do you do when you’re not running through the forest like your ass is on fire?”
    She smiled for a brief moment, but then her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. “Oh, hell, I almost forgot.” She patted her pockets and, for some reason, grabbed her tits. Not that I minded watching her grope herself. Whatever she was looking for must not have been where she thought it should be, though. After coming up empty-handed, she looked around the room, obviously agitated.  
    “Do you have a phone?”
    I grabbed my cell off the table and tossed it to her, immediately missing the physical connection we’d been sharing. She typed in some numbers before bringing the black device to her ear. I knew the second the phone was answered by the way her eyes closed in what looked like relief.
    “Is everything okay?” She paced the room, eating up the space with her long stride. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Long, black hair, golden skin, ripe, full body. And her walk, my god. Tits jiggling under her sweatshirt, hips swinging in those tight jeans—she gave me a show with every step. The way she moved was intoxicating.  
    “No, we’re fine. How’s Sarah? Did they find anything?” She paused and looked