Page 59 of Spookily Yours

“Damien,” she mumbled against my lips. “I want—”

“I know,” I agreed, lifting her up by the hips, reveling in the feeling of her as she wrapped her legs around my back, holding on.

I carried her to the bedroom, my ever hardening erection pressed against her center.

And then I stripped her down, and we got lost in each other.

In these feelings I couldn’t quite acknowledge.

We were both insatiable, like last night had only lit a fire in us we couldn’t quell. Once wouldn’t be enough.

It would never be enough.

* * *

“I need more time.” I hated bringing myself this low, begging him for this, but I had no other choice. I needed more time with Willow. I couldn’t let her go yet.

And that was why I was here, on my knees, bringing myself to a position I’d sworn never to be for my brother.

Zain crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. “Why? What exactly are you afraid of, little brother?”

I grit my teeth. “You know exactly what I’m afraid of.”

“I need her.” He sighed. “You can’t keep me away forever.”

“Just… give me until Halloween, at least. Please. Willow needs her sister.”

“Very well.” My brother waved his hand, dismissing me. “You have until then.”

I closed my eyes, letting the shadows take me home.

To Willow.

The only place I wanted to be.

SEVENTEEN

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There was something about knowing I had someone at home waiting for me that made me giddier to leave the shop each day than I ever had before. Maybe that was what made the time pass quicker than it felt like it ever had before.

Damien.

I smiled to myself as I wiped down the counter, eyes focused on the clock, waiting for Eryne to come in for her shift. I’d been cleaning for the last hour, and as soon as she took over, I’d be free.

To head home to my demon, and whatever festive activity we’d choose for tonight. In the last week, we’d watched countless Halloween movies—I had to educate him, after all—as well as tried all my favorite kinds of candy. I was determined to find something he liked. I wasn’t below resorting to black licorice, if that was what it took.

I especially liked it when he’d give up halfway through and pin me to the couch, kissing me roughly with that mouth I’d grown so fond of. Sometimes it felt like he was trying to commit every inch of me to memory, like if he kissed me enough, I would never fade from his thoughts.

Thinking about him leaving—my house, my bed, my life—hurt, so I tried not to. To just appreciate this thing between us, no matter how short-lived it would be.

We hadn’t talked about our feelings, though. Every time he brought it up, I brushed him off. Everything was so good, and I didn’t want to ruin it by talking about the future.

I had to remind myself that no matter how he made me feel—when he was so tender and caring with me—that this wasn’t a relationship.

But October was coming to a close faster than I’d have liked.

So was the month he’d promised me. The town’s big Halloween party was only a few days away.

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