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He grinned.

I touched his lips before pinching his chin lightly. “You okay now? Better?”

He took a deep breath. “Yes. Thank you.”

“If you thought blood was going to be a turnoff for me, you were wrong,” I responded, wanting to keep the mood lighter. “You didn’t freak when I turned into a wolf and nearly bit your throat out or when I turned back into me on you. Letting you drink your fill seemed the least I could do.”

He snorted. “Love, you have a very odd sense of humor.”

“I know,” I said. “I’ve been known to use witty banter to disarm demons.”

He grinned.

“I should get off you now,” I whispered.

He held me in place, his body still in mine. “You’re fine where you are, Willa.”

As I gazed into his eyes, my chest tightened. He was the type of guy I could fall for. The type I could see myself with for the long haul—something I never bothered giving any thought to since mine wasn’t a life one could really explain with ease. Then there was the fact I was a single mother, something I had yet to confess to him.

I tensed.

He walked me toward the wall of the cave where I’d once been chained. He pressed my back to the still-somewhat-slimy surface and captured my mouth with his.

Part of me wanted to put the brakes on everything until I got a better handle on my emotions. The rest of me began countering his movements, wanting everything he had to offer and more.

That part won out.

I returned his kisses with a mix of excitement and desire. Everything on me felt as if it was charged with static energy that was building toward something big. Something I didn’t want to miss out on being part of.

The heat level of our kiss intensified to the point that I wondered if we might ignite. Reaching up, I took hold of what was left of the chains and held tight as Jonathan proceeded to rock my entire world—again.

He pumped in and out of me as if he hadn’t only just finished a masterful performance. He kissed his way to my neck, biting lightly at it.

The act excited my wolf. It wanted him to bite me again. To mark me, and it was pushing me to do the same to him. My mouth began to change shapes, and I turned my head, straining against the urge to sink my teeth into him.

He cupped my breast as his thrusts increased. He whispered something, but I missed what it was because pleasure assailed me.

I cried out, squeezing his hips tighter with my legs.

Jonathan’s hands moved over my wrists, pressing my hands to the cave wall as he did one final, glorious push, leaving us both panting and making small animalistic noises.

ChapterThirty-Two

Willa

The soft soundsof water running pulled me from the clutches of a nightmare. Opening my eyes, I found myself staring up at the cave wall as a faint bluish light reflected onto it from the waterfall at the entrance of the cave. As much as I disliked being anywhere with creepy-crawlies, I was thankful to find I was there, next to Jonathan, and not standing against Helen and Lester—both of whom had been in my nightmare.

I’d dreamed that Helen and Lester were in Grimm Cove and that they’d orchestrated my return, somehow managing to lure me here, knowing I’d come. They hadn’t aged a day, but they weren’t the same as they had been when I last saw them in Romania. They were twisted versions of themselves. And they were even stronger than they’d been before.

My hand went to my chest as I tried to calm the rapid beating of my heart. The dream felt real. As if they’d actually been nearby, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The only thing that kept me from freaking out fully was the fact that in my dream, Mina and the girls had been here in Grimm Cove, not states away and safe. They’d been in the thick of danger.

At the thought of my sister, I cringed. I hadn’t called her back to let her know everything was fine at the house and with Astria. I’d never been more thankful that my sister was crap about planning her own travel and had never really taken to technology. She could use her phone—barely—but booking a flight with it was out of her comfort zone, so there was little chance she’d actually arrive in town with our daughters.

But she was probably worried about me.

Jonathan’s arm was around me, holding me to his powerful frame. I was sort of happy that I hadn’t been able to see clearly when I first met him in Detroit. Had I been able to, I’d have seen just how sexy he was. That was something best realized when I was old enough to act on the urge to touch him—all over.

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