Page 97 of Wind with a Chance of Wolfsbane

She blinked up at him and then narrowed her gaze on him. “Your eyes. You have one brown eye and one green eye. Just like…”

Jonathan closed his eyes a second and did the unthinkable. He yanked off his shirt, casting it aside before he let his wolf up enough to help get the answers he needed. When he opened his eyes again, he knew they’d be brighter, like when he was in wolf form. He snarled, sounding animal-like, and his upper body increased in size and mass. And just like that, he allowed the alpha in him to push through. “Where the hell is she?”

He expected Willa to fold then and there. Most did when he drew upon his alpha side.

Only she didn’t crumble and submit.

She doubled down.

Willa’s eyes flashed brightly, and she put her hands to his chest a second before white fur spread over her lower arms. With the addition of fur came a change in her scent. It was one he recognized at once and knew by heart.

It was her.

The white wolf.

His mate.

Willa and the white wolf were one and the same. How had he missed it?

Before Jonathan could utter another word, Willa shoved him with enough force to lift him off his feet. He went flying in the opposite direction like a rag doll. He landed on his back on the rocky floor of the cave, and it knocked the wind out of him, not to mention scratched the hell out of his back.

He felt the area healing over as he lay there, too stunned to do much else, having had his bell rung by his mate. His wolf was torn between tucking its tail because it just had its ass handed to it by a woman and shifting fully because the scent of its mate now filled the area. His wolf went with tucking its tail.

His upper body returned to normal as he pushed up from the cave floor in time to see Willa yanking her clothing off rapidly. As much as he wished it was because she felt the same animalistic pull to him that he did her, he knew better. He’d entered the cave as a threat to her, and her wolf knew it. And it was going to protect her—even from its own mate.

Jonathan stood there with his hands raised, and his gaze firmly locked on his mate’s state of undress. His body took note, more than liking what it saw. She managed to be even sexier than she had been years ago.

She snarled, and the warning was unmistakable. She was going on the offensive, and he was about to get his ass handed to him again if he wasn’t careful. He wouldn’t fight back and risk harming her. Hopefully, she could be reasoned with.

“Willa, no!” he shouted as she shifted into a white wolf in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, she was leaping at him. Willa landed on his chest with a hard thump right before she put her mouth over his exposed neck.

Jonathan froze, knowing Willa could tear his throat out should she so choose. He made no move to protect or defend himself. He and his wolf had spent over a hundred years avoiding being on their backs under anyone, yet neither man nor beast felt the need to buck Willa off. Instead, Jonathan put his arms out slowly, showing his palms. “W-Willa,” he said gently, her mouth still over his throat. “I won’t hurt you.”

She growled, sounding as if she didn’t believe him.

He couldn’t blame her.

“England,” he said with a hushed whisper, keeping his arms out wide. “That’s what your sister called me in Detroit. Do you remember? Outside of the airport? The white van and the men who tried to take you? I was there. I came in an SUV with two others. We helped you and your sister.”

She released his neck and stared down at him, still in wolf form and still pinning him to the floor of the cave. Disbelief shone in her eyes.

Jonathan wanted to touch her. Wanted to caress her and tell her how he’d tried to find her for years and how he never once forgot about her. How he spent countless hours reading her journal, wanting to feel closer to her in some fashion. He held back. She didn’t look super receptive at the moment.

A slight grin tugged at the edge of his lips as a memory from their first encounter together came to him. “Do you remember your luggage breaking open and your clothing falling out and onto the road? You had Superman knickers. Please tell me you kept those. Ireallywant to see you in them.”

She blinked.

“Love,” he said, purposely keeping his voice as soft as he could. “It’s me. I was there with you and your sister. And we met again here in Grimm—”

Willa shifted back to human form so fast that she fell onto him.

Jonathan’s arms shot around her to help steady her. He unintentionally ended up cupping her bare backside as she lay naked on top of him, her front pressed against him. He’d thought his erection back at the house had been an issue. Now, with his mate on him and naked, he had to close his eyes and start counting backward from a hundred, praying that sheer willpower would do away with his erection.

It didn’t work.

Turns out, all he needed to fix his aversion to surrendering control and being pinned under a woman was for that woman to be his mate. In truth, he could think of nothing better than having her astride him, taking charge and making love to him.

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