Page 22 of Fated Moons
The first claim. It wasn’t a mating. But the intent was clear.
She was his. She’d always been his. It had been there for years. But how?
Well, shit.
He jerked back as more shocks pelted his body like little needles.
“Don’t fight it,” Amanda whispered, squeezing his hands. “The more you feel, the stronger the spell.”
Little did she know this was more than a fucking spell. She was going to have his wolf head on a platter. Her intention was to bond them together for protection.
Not for life.
He hadn’t imprinted at this moment. The imprint had been unlocked. If that made any sense.
The blood flowing through his veins burned. Swallowing scorched his throat. He squeezed her tighter as tremors erupted, jerking his extremities.
He stared into her wide eyes, trying like hell to relax. It felt like he’d been struck by lightning and his body was on fire, only it didn’t hurt.
But he still wanted it over with. The spell was one thing.
Knowing he’d imprinted on her sometime in the distant past was something entirely different.
His body stilled. He sucked in a deep breath, grateful the heat inside his body subsided. “If that is going to happen every time we kiss, we’re never going to get through a love scene during filming,” he joked. Now all he had to do was find the courage to tell her about the imprinting. Another wolf would have felt it. Succumbed to it.
But a witch?
He had no idea.
A fairy? Still no idea.
Especially considering the imprint had been there for years.
Or maybe it was the spell that messed with his perception.
Letting go of his hands, she reached up and leaned in, kissing him once again, only this time, his body reacted more like a normal hot-blooded werewolf, which was disturbing on another level.
His soul knew she belonged to him, but his heart struggled to find the connection. It was as if a cosmic layer of energy prevented them from beating as one.
He let out a low growl, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and pulling her gently to his lap. Leaning back on the chair, he let his hands roam the curves of her hips while his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. All the tension that had built up in his shoulders had been released through the massaging of her fingers.
A little voice in the back of his mind kept telling him to stop. That kissing her like this would only lead to heavy petting and, inevitably, him taking her to his bed and ravishing her body as if there might not be a tomorrow.
But he ignored the voice, gliding his hands up her sides, just under the swell of her perky, round mounds. He nibbled from her earlobe, across her neck, and down to the first button of herblouse, toying with it between his teeth. He managed to wiggle the button through the hole in the fabric, popping open her shirt and exposing the small space between her breasts. He kissed the top of the soft mound, fanning his thumb over her tight nipple.
Her back arched in response, lifting her breasts higher.
He scrambled to unbutton her shirt, shoving it to the sides. Her lacy black bra held her swells, pushing them high, her areola peeking out. He ran his tongue over the top, slipping it inside, drawing out her nipple.
She shivered. “Jackson.”
He sucked in a breath as he pulled her shirt across her body. “I’m sorry. We can’t do this.” No matter how badly he wanted her, too many unanswered questions loomed in the background.
“I know.” Her fingers fumbled with her shirt as she slid from his lap, taking a seat next to him. The flames of the fire behind her roared up toward the sky. “The spell was much more powerful than I thought it would be, and we just got caught up in the sensations of the magic bringing us under the same blanket of protection.”
“It was more than that.” He snagged his beer, downing the last of it. His skin prickled with the heat that only imprinting could leave behind. But it didn’t make sense. It was as if it either hadn’t been completed or it had been hidden.
But that didn’t make sense.
