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“What do you want?” she whispers so softly, I can barely hear.

It’s the second time she’s asked that question, and she deserves an answer. I wish I had one.

I stare at her, unable to tear my gaze away. Her warm blue eyes are shimmering with an emotion I can’t read, and suddenly, I’m terrified all over again.

I’m not terrified of being trapped—not anymore. The only thing that scares me now is hurting her.

“Peter,” she murmurs, leaning forward. When her lips touch mine, a shock runs through me, so powerful that I almost leap off the couch.

“Do you want me?” she whispers, her breath warm against my face. “Do you?”

The scent of peaches is so rich and thick, I’m getting dizzy. Her slick lips touch mine again, and I groan with the effort of trying to keep myself under control.

Lucy pulls back, stroking my cheek. Her other hand takes mine and squeezes it as she slides even closer to me on the couch.

Enchantress! Witch! This is a spell. It’s all a spell, and I’ve been tricked into this!

But she kisses me again, and I don’t care anymore. Even if this is magic and not what I’m really feeling, I can’t fight it. That’s the only thing I know.

I don’t want to fight it.

I grab her arms and pull her into my lap, kissing her hard. She moans as she wraps her legs around my waist, squirming against me. The feel of her skin through the thin silk of the nightgown is driving me crazy. I tug on it so hard, one of the seams rips open.

“Sorry,” I murmur, barely removing my mouth from hers.

She laughs softly, obviously not wanting to break the kiss, either.

If this truly is a spell, then let it never be broken.

I grab Lucy around the hips and shove her back onto the couch, tearing the nightgown even more. Before she can react, I run my hands along her silky thighs and lean over, pushing her legs apart.

As I bend down, Lucy’s hands grip the back of my head, and she rocks her hips towards me. With a hungry growl, I pounce on her, sliding my tongue through the slick folds of her pussy until I find her clit.

Lucy shrieks, bucking and trembling under me. I lock my arms around her thighs and hold her still, loving the feel of her struggling against me. I open my mouth and tease her with my lips as I move slowly downwards, lapping deep into her pussy.

“Oh, God!” she cries, twisting underneath me. I tighten my grip on her, holding her down as my tongue searches deeper for more of her sweet nectar.

When Lucy’s cries become soft and hoarse, I lick my way back towards her clit, taking my time to caress every single slick fold of her. I tease her clit with my lips, kissing it with feathery-light touches until I clamp my mouth down and suck on it.

Lucy screams for real, a completely uninhibited sound of pure joy. The savage nature of my wolf collides with my human side, and for the first time in my life, I truly feel like we are united as one being.

I lift my head a little, watching Lucy’s chest rise and fall. She takes her hand away from her face and looks down at me. With her cheeks blushed rose-red and her eyes swimming with pleasure, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“That was fucking amazing,” she breathes. I squeeze her thighs a little, feeling a feral grin stretching across my face.

“Oh, I’m not done,” I say.

She trembles as I hook my arms around her hips to drag her even closer, burying my mouth in the slick, ripe scent of peaches and the addictive taste that goes with it.

I might not know exactly what I want in this life, but I know I can’t live without this.

Chapter 19 - Lucy

Days go by, and every single minute that passes, I fall more in love with Peter. The normalcy of town life seems to have soothed his soul and given him peace from the trauma of his past.

Just like it did for Rider.

I want to believe that Peter’s changing for me, that it’s my love that’s healing him. The biggest problem with this theory is that I so desperately want it to be true. If it isn’t, I’m heading for an extremely broken heart.

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