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Authors: Alisa Woods
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little body against his, letting her feel everything he felt for her. Her small hands grabbed at his shoulders like she couldn’t get hold of him hard enough, and his pulse raced with the little breathy sounds coming from her mouth as he consumed it.
Fuck, she tasted good. But he had to get control of himself, or he’d be taking her hard and fast up against a tree before she ever had a chance to speak. Or he had a chance to tell her wasn’t just lusting after her… that he wanted so much more.
“Skylar,” he breathed, breaking their insanely hot kiss.
“Yes,” she said with slightly swollen lips. That one word was a declaration—like she was saying yes to anything he might ask of her.
His cock twitched, surging hard against his pants, and a growl rumbled in his chest. He wanted this woman so bad, it took all he had not to shove aside this idea of talking and just claim her mouth again.
“Tell me,” he said, deliberately holding her sweet body away from his. “Tell me everything. I want to know it all. Then I want you, Skylar. I want to hear more of those little moans and so much more.”
Her half-lidded eyes opened up like she couldn’t quite believe the words he was saying— he couldn’t believe the ferocity with which he felt them, but he meant every one.
“I…” She swallowed, and some of that nervousness came back. “I have a secret.”
Her sudden nerves had his wolf surging up and banging against his skin. “I know, my love. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I won’t tell a soul. You have my word.” Did she know his word was his life? She nodded like she did.
She bit her lip, hesitating a little more, then she said, “I’m a wolf.”
Everything in him stilled. “You’re a… what?” He couldn’t have heard her correctly.
She cringed under his hold on her shoulders. “I don’t know exactly how. My mother and father are both pure-bred witches, as far as I know. As far as anyone knows. There must have been someone, somewhere in my past…”
“Some witch with a taste for wolf.” His heart rate was picking up. Did this mean what he thought? Was this even possible?
She ducked her head like this was something to be ashamed of. And maybe it was… “You can’t tell anyone,” he guessed. “You’d cast some kind of shame on your coven.”
She looked up, and he hated the tears that seemed to suddenly brim in her eyes. “You can’t tell anyone, please. I’ll be cast out. Possibly cursed. No one can know, Daniel. No one.” She seemed so desperate to hear him make the promise again, so he did.
“I gave you my word.” He frowned. What did this mean? “But why are you telling me, if you don’t want anyone to know?”
His words just seemed to make the tears threaten to fall even more. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have told you.” She pulled out of his hold and retreated to the trunk of the stout pine tree behind her, folding her arms across her chest. She was locking him out again, closing herself off.
Which wasn’t what he wanted at all. “No. I’m glad you told me.” He took several cautious steps to get close to her again. He dropped his voice. “I just want to know why you told me.”
She dropped her gaze to the ferns on the forest floor. “My wolf never gets to come out. I can’t risk it. And yet here…” She looked up at him. “Here I feel like I’ve finally found a pack. Of sorts. I know that has to sound silly to you, but I’ve never had anything like it, and my wolf… my wolf has been whining and whining about you like she wanted me to tell you…”
Her wolf was singing for him.
He stepped back, dumbfounded. His heart raced, catching up to the thought that was surging through his brain—she was the one.
She dropped her gaze again. “I know it’s silly—”
“No.” He lurched toward her, suddenly unsteady with this understanding— he had found her. She was a witch who was secretly a wolf. He was a wolf just discovering his inner witch.
Fuck, she tasted good. But he had to get control of himself, or he’d be taking her hard and fast up against a tree before she ever had a chance to speak. Or he had a chance to tell her wasn’t just lusting after her… that he wanted so much more.
“Skylar,” he breathed, breaking their insanely hot kiss.
“Yes,” she said with slightly swollen lips. That one word was a declaration—like she was saying yes to anything he might ask of her.
His cock twitched, surging hard against his pants, and a growl rumbled in his chest. He wanted this woman so bad, it took all he had not to shove aside this idea of talking and just claim her mouth again.
“Tell me,” he said, deliberately holding her sweet body away from his. “Tell me everything. I want to know it all. Then I want you, Skylar. I want to hear more of those little moans and so much more.”
Her half-lidded eyes opened up like she couldn’t quite believe the words he was saying— he couldn’t believe the ferocity with which he felt them, but he meant every one.
“I…” She swallowed, and some of that nervousness came back. “I have a secret.”
Her sudden nerves had his wolf surging up and banging against his skin. “I know, my love. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I won’t tell a soul. You have my word.” Did she know his word was his life? She nodded like she did.
She bit her lip, hesitating a little more, then she said, “I’m a wolf.”
Everything in him stilled. “You’re a… what?” He couldn’t have heard her correctly.
She cringed under his hold on her shoulders. “I don’t know exactly how. My mother and father are both pure-bred witches, as far as I know. As far as anyone knows. There must have been someone, somewhere in my past…”
“Some witch with a taste for wolf.” His heart rate was picking up. Did this mean what he thought? Was this even possible?
She ducked her head like this was something to be ashamed of. And maybe it was… “You can’t tell anyone,” he guessed. “You’d cast some kind of shame on your coven.”
She looked up, and he hated the tears that seemed to suddenly brim in her eyes. “You can’t tell anyone, please. I’ll be cast out. Possibly cursed. No one can know, Daniel. No one.” She seemed so desperate to hear him make the promise again, so he did.
“I gave you my word.” He frowned. What did this mean? “But why are you telling me, if you don’t want anyone to know?”
His words just seemed to make the tears threaten to fall even more. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have told you.” She pulled out of his hold and retreated to the trunk of the stout pine tree behind her, folding her arms across her chest. She was locking him out again, closing herself off.
Which wasn’t what he wanted at all. “No. I’m glad you told me.” He took several cautious steps to get close to her again. He dropped his voice. “I just want to know why you told me.”
She dropped her gaze to the ferns on the forest floor. “My wolf never gets to come out. I can’t risk it. And yet here…” She looked up at him. “Here I feel like I’ve finally found a pack. Of sorts. I know that has to sound silly to you, but I’ve never had anything like it, and my wolf… my wolf has been whining and whining about you like she wanted me to tell you…”
Her wolf was singing for him.
He stepped back, dumbfounded. His heart raced, catching up to the thought that was surging through his brain—she was the one.
She dropped her gaze again. “I know it’s silly—”
“No.” He lurched toward her, suddenly unsteady with this understanding— he had found her. She was a witch who was secretly a wolf. He was a wolf just discovering his inner witch.
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