Page 204 of Blue Moon Mistress

“We’d better.” There’s a vague threat in those two words, but he steals away any chance I have of dwelling on them as his hand skates down to my hip and he picks me up to sit on top of the washer.

“One last kiss before I go?”

“Only a kiss?”

His smile is sharp as he trails his hand up the inside of my leg, “You know I’ll take everything you’re willing to give me.”

When he brushes his knuckles against me, there’s no hiding the state they keep me in.

Groaning, he drops his head back and glares up at the ceiling. “Why do I have to have a day job?”

I can’t stop the breathy laugh that comes when he strokes his thumb over me. “I guess you’ll just have to be quick, won’t you?”

I reach for his pants, but he gets them down before I can do much other than feel the denim.

Johnny pulls me forward to the edge of the machine and a shiver of delight slides through me as he presses his gorgeous cock into me.

“God damnit, Wicked Girl. I physically cannot get enough of you.”

And that’s the last either of us say as he drives into me, thrust after thrust pushing me higher. HIs teeth on my neck, my collarbone…

I drag the nightgown down to bare my breasts and he happily applies his ministrations to both of them.

By the time he grunts, tensing, and spills into me, all it takes is a hard press of his thumb to my clit and I break apart with him. The cry that falls from my lips is loud enough, I know there’s no way the others didn’t hear it… even if they’d missed the rest.

When we still, he drops his head to mine. “Have we made your Yule special yet?”

I nod against his forehead, my eyes still closed. “Already the best one I’ve ever had.”

Seven

Because I gotthem all morning, none of the guys—save for Thomas—are going to be back until seven… and the sun sets early.

Grandma’s books haven’t given me anything yet. But with the sun gone, I can go straight to the source.

Thomas doesn’t like it, but he lets me drive his car.

The detour to the butcher only confuses him for a few minutes—buying blood might have other uses for other witches—but he knows exactly where we’re going before we pull back onto the highway, even if he doesn’t know how to get there.

In the beams of another car’s headlights, I think I see a flash of green—a beetle I know is crushed and crumpled at a local junk yard.

Whether it’s my imagination, or something else…

When I pull on to the gravel patch beside the defunct substation, Thomas agrees—though not immediately—to stay at the car.

I imagine it’s only because all four wolves are with me as I climb the path up to the Carraway plot.

Once inside those stone walls, there isn’t a ghost in recorded history who was powerful enough to touch me.

The woman I’m about to wake though…

I set the container of blood on a table-like rock close to the grave, ignoring the fact it’s the same thing I get soup in from the local Chinese restaurant, and clear my throat.

I know she’ll hear me.

“We need to talk.” I sit on one of the few stones in the plot that isn’t a grave marker. “And I’m not going anywhere until I get some answers.”

The trees creak and the ground feels softer beneath my feet… as though the forest is letting out one long sigh.

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