Trevor

I never thought I’d see my best friend, Dylan, get married. Allie was perfect for him, and I was happy for them. Not that anyone one would believe that if they looked at me today. Sitting at the elaborate celebration for the happy couple—both good friends of mine—I should be having fun. At the very least, I should be checking out the single witches in attendance. Several had already tried to get my attention. Instead, all I’d done for the last two hours was sit at a table, nursing a drink.

Scanning the crowd, my eyes instinctively landed on Melina. Today, I’d seen her for the first time since I’d decided to take everyone’s advice and move on. Admittedly, Melina’s choice to change her number and refuse me access to the studio where she worked had helped with that decision. Unfortunately, Melina Blackwood was an obsession that haunted my dreams. I’d been with other witches in the last six months, but none of them could make me forget her, and some had even commented on my distraction.

I knew she sensed my eyes on her by the way she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Melina said she didn’t want me. She’d told me that over and over again. In fact, she’d made it clear she wasn’t looking for a relationship of any sort. Still, seeing her discomfort made me think she was lying—to me and to herself. Melina might not like it, but she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I was done playing this game with her.

Stalking across the beautifully landscaped garden, I ignored Dylan’s glare. I knew he’d hoped Melina was out of my system for good, believing she was one of many infatuations. An unfortunate side effect of my family’s heritage was that I tended to think each witch I met was the one. At least, that’s how I’d felt before Melina. She was different, and I hadn’t felt that way about another woman since I’d laid eyes on her. She was it. Melina was my witch. She just didn’t know it yet, but that was about to change.

“Trevor!” I’d planned to ignore Lindsey’s screech, but she made that impossible by flinging herself at me and throwing her arms around my waist in a death grip. I’d dated Lindsey before meeting Melina, and it would be an understatement to say things hadn’t ended well.

“Lindsey,” I said in a cold voice as I tried to extricate myself from her grasp. I had no idea who had invited her to Dylan and Allie’s wedding since I didn’t think either of them knew her. “I was on my way to talk to someone.”

Lindsey’s lower lip pushed out in a pout when I finally managed to get her arms off of me. There was no mistaking her flirting. It appeared one of her boobs was going to pop out of her low-cut dress, and I did not think it would be an accident. While sexy as hell, with her long blonde hair, smoky grey eyes, and centerfold body, Lindsey was also the craziest of all my exes, and I didn’t want to encourage her to believe we might have a future together.

“Have a drink first,” Lindsey cooed, reaching behind her to grab two glasses off the table, one champagne and the other probably scotch. “I was about to head over to your table. I know this is your favorite brand.” She held the glass of scotch out to me.

“I already have a drink,” I pointed out, holding up my half empty glass. I figured I’d already had enough to drink since this last scotch had a funny taste to it.

“Then at least stay with me to finish it,” she insisted, holding up her own champagne glass in a toast.

I tossed back the scotch and set my glass on the table. “I need to go,” I told her.

“I’ll go with you,” Lindsey chirped, and when I looked over, I saw Melina hurrying into the house, probably hoping to avoid me.

Cursing under my breath, I did my best not to sound annoyed. Crazy or not, I didn’t want to hurt Lindsey. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come with me.”

Her face fell, but then she smiled at me again. “Have one drink with me, and then I promise to let you go. I just want a chance to reconnect with you. We were so good together.”

“Listen, I don’t want to lead you on, Lindsey. I’m seeing someone.” It wasn’t exactly a lie since I planned to convince Melina we belonged together.

Lindsey’s face flushed with anger. “Since when?” she demanded. “I know you aren’t dating anyone.” Her nails dug into my arm, making me grateful for my long-sleeve shirt, which kept her nails from cutting into my skin.

“I should go,” I insisted, and her face morphed again into what I’d once thought of as her seduction face.

“You know we’re perfect for each other,” she cooed, licking her puffy lower lip. “All I’m asking for is one little drink.”

Tired of her crazy attitude, and determined to get to Melina, I yanked my arm away from Lindsey’s grasp. “I’ve tried to be nice, but I need you to leave me alone. It’s over, and I have absolutely no interest in getting back together with you.” I had to fight the urge to comfort her when I saw the hurt flash in her eyes. While I hated being an asshole, something told me that was the only way to convince Lindsey there was no chance of us getting back together.

With that, I stalked toward the house, hoping I’d be able to find Melina. As soon as I entered, I practically ran into Dylan’s mom. I’d known Isadora Hunt my entire life, and while most found her somewhat intimidating, she was like a second mother to me. Isadora always looked perfectly put together. With flawless porcelain skin, she could have easily passed for thirty, even though she was nearing two-hundred. Today, she wore a deep blue dress with her blonde hair cut in a shoulder-length bob. Her blue eyes, the same shade as Dylan’s, were alive with excitement, which only made sense since she was finally getting her wish by having one of her sons married.

“Trevor!” Isadora exclaimed, and I held back my sigh of frustration, knowing this latest delay probably meant I wasn’t going to catch up with Melina. There was no way to politely tell your best friend’s mom you couldn’t talk.

“Sorry for almost crashing into you,” I began. “I was distracted.”

She surprised me by giving me a warm smile. “Yes, I would imagine you were distracted with something, or someone. I saw Melina heading into the downstairs guest bedroom.” She patted me on the cheek. “You should be able to catch her in there.”

“Thank you!” I said before hurrying off. The downstairs guest bedroom was behind the kitchen, and the fact that Melina had picked that room proved she was hiding from me, not that I’d had any doubt before.

Making my way through the kitchen, my blood heated by the second. The door to the bedroom was open, and Melina was standing in front of the window, staring out at the gardens on the side of the house. The shudder that ran though her body led me to the conclusion that she knew I was standing in the doorway watching her. Her dress had left me in a constant state of arousal from the second I’d seen her today. Now, my dick was throbbing almost painfully. I would definitely have to thank Allie for her choice of bridesmaid dresses. Deciding the time for playing nice was over, I entered the room and closed the door behind me, clicking the lock in place.

Melina turned on me with a hot as fuck glare, and my dick got even harder. I hadn’t fought her before. I’d played it nice, trying to win her over with my charm. That wasn’t happening anymore.

“What do you think you’re doing in here?” she demanded with her hands on her hips.

We’d talked enough in the past. This confrontation wasn’t going to start with a conversation. Crossing the room, I pulled her against me. She’d slipped off the heels, so I had to lean down to claim her mouth. I liked being so much taller than her, and I loved the way her soft curves pressed against my body as I kissed her. My lips were tentative at first, despite the fire racing through my veins. When Melina moaned, my kiss changed from tentative to possessive. Melina was mine. She was my witch, and I was going to prove it to her.

Melina reached up, tugging at my hair as I explored her sweet mouth. She tasted like whisky, which came as no surprise. Melina wouldn’t drink some dainty glass of champagne. Her nipples hardened against my chest, confirming my suspicions that she wasn’t wearing a bra. It wouldn’t take much to free her breasts from the strapless dress she wore. I wanted nothing more than to strip off this dress and lick every inch of her body. Tearing my mouth from hers, I struggled to get my breathing under control and my mind in the right place to have a somewhat civilized conversation.

“We need to talk,” I finally said.