Page 100 of Wind with a Chance of Wolfsbane

I moved forward, my hand skimming over the hard planes of his muscular chest.

He caught my wrist but didn’t look at me, his eyes still closed tightly. “Willa.”

“W-what’s wrong?” I asked, pressing myself against him, concern filling me. Something wasn’t right. I could feel it in my bones.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered. “I’m broken.”

My gaze slid down him slowly, centering on his groin where the proof of him being in working order was currently jutting out of his jeans. “You lookmorethan fine to me.”

A half-laugh came from him, and some of the tension leaked from his body. After a moment or two, he opened his eyes, his gaze finding mine. He stroked my cheek tenderly before moving his thumb over my lower lip. When he lifted it, there was blood on the tip. He brought his thumb to his mouth, and his tongue darted out and over the drop of blood.

It hit me then—what he’d meant by broken.

I touched his upper arms as I stared up at him. “Blood. You want it?”

“I want yours,” he corrected, his breathing increasing. “I need it. Like I need you.”

I found myself cupping his scruffy cheeks. “You look freaked by that.”

“I’m worriedyou’llfreak, love,” he corrected. “That I’ll scare you away. I only just found you again. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t. I won’t.”

His words stripped away the last line of defenses around my heart. I knew then and there that this man had the power to undo me emotionally, and strangely, I didn’t care what kind of supernatural he was and if he had a kink for blood. All I cared about was him.

Going to my tiptoes, I went for his lips.

He grabbed my hips, stiffening. “Willa.”

“Jonathan,” I returned a second before I kissed him.

With a possessive growl, he lifted me, his tongue meeting mine.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and smiled against his lips as I reached between us, easing his jeans down more, giving him additional breathing room. I hesitated and met his gaze, wanting to be sure he was okay with moving forward.

He nodded, and I guided him home.

I slid down onto him and tossed my head back as he filled me completely.

Jonathan moaned loudly, his hands digging into my hips as he pulled me down onto him harder.

I tried to move, but he wouldn’t let me. It was then that I noticed his gaze was centered on my neck. Understanding what he wanted and clearly needed, I tipped my head back, gifting him better access to the area.

His eyes flashed again, and his head moved quickly, almost snake-like as he struck. He bit into me, and I expected pain but was rewarded with pleasure. So much so that I was moaning and writhing on him in no time flat.

He released my neck and licked the area before taking control over my movements. He held my hips, moving me on him until I was digging my nails into his shoulders and crying out his name. With a manly chuckle, he slammed into me, holding himself there.

I kissed him as pleasure pulsed throughout my entire body. I quite literally rode it out, and when it was done, I settled on him, our mouths still locked. I broke the kiss, keeping my lips near his. “Mmm, that was fun.”

Another manly chuckle broke free from him. “I concur.”

With a waggle of my brows, I snickered. “You do realize I’m only with you right now because I like your accent, right?”

His laughter was deep and rich. “Is that so?”

“Yep,” I replied. “Turns out, I’m a sucker for English men.”

“Would you say we’re your kryptonite?” he asked.

I gasped in surprise and laughed, kissing him quickly. “I’m so turned on right now. Talk nerdy to me more.”

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