Page 27 of Bewitched By the Werewolf
I may be thinking about only one person’s safety at the moment, but he put the entire town at risk by not telling me of Vincent’s arrival.
Hunter nods, his face falling at the realization of his mistake. He’s still young and learning. I can’t fault him a few errors, but something like this shouldn’t happen again.
“Of course. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I guess I too have been…preoccupied as of late.”
“Indeed,” I agree. “What exactly is going on with you and Lottie? You’ve been rather attached to her and spending a goodamount of time with her. Daisy mentioned you were with her at the gardens on Friday. Plus, you’ve been leaving work early and disappearing for hours. I can only assume you’ve been with her?”
My brother grunts and his features pinch. “Yes, I’ve been spending time with her. There’s just something about her that’sdifferent.It’s hard to explain, but I’ve decided to put some distance between us for a while. I need to focus on the town, like you said, for their safety. There’s too much going on right now to get distracted.”
Good. I may not be able to ignore Tess and put distance between us how I’d like, since she seems intent on lying to me and hunting in the woods at night with a fucking crossbow, but at least he can separate himself from his female problem. I gently roll my shoulder at the reminder of being shot, but make sure not to show any discomfort in my expression. I can deal with Tess; she’s just one female for fucks sake.
“Fine,” I finally say. “I have a few things I need to take care of today. I’ll see you later.”
I end our conversation before he starts asking me questions about my female, and head for the door. Hunter doesn’t seem to notice my abrupt departure or is happy for it, either way he goes back to his coffee, and I stride out the front door. I left my truck in town last night. So, first things first, I need to get it then drive over to Tess’s trailer and get back my fairy dust and maybe force the truth from her finally. I’m sick of the games. She crossed a line when she went into the forest with a crossbow.
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The campgrounds around the lake are starting to fill, now that the eclipse is just a week away. Not by much, but more than they would be otherwise. This time I don’t park in the parkinglot and drive straight to Tess’s trailer. Her truck is still parked in front of the silver airstream but unhooked. I don’t think I’ve seen her drive it yet. She’s partial to walking. Probably because it’s less conspicuous and easier to slip into places she shouldn’t be.
I park next to her truck and jump down from the cab. The gravel and leaves crunch under my boots and I straighten my badge on my belt before rounding to the trailer door. Straightening my spine and squaring my shoulders I make myself large and imposing. I will not be taking no for an answer again. She’s going to give me back my fairy dust and admit why she’s really here.
In front of her door, I plant my feet wide and lift a fist to knock. I bang it hard three times, nice and loud. It’s my sheriff knock.
“Go away,” comes Tess’s voice from inside.
Not fucking likely. I bang three more times just as hard and loud.
“I said go away. I’m busy.”
“No!” I yell back at her.
I hear her mutter a curse and stomp through the trailer to the door. The lock slides back and with a sweeping motion she flings the door open, and I don’t know what to react to first. Her standing there with dripping wet hair wearing nothing but a towel or the scent that hits me like a freight train. Crisp honey apples, moist and juicy. The scent makes my mouth water and my dick hard. It’s so overpowering and unexpected I sway on my feet, catching myself with my good arm on the door frame.
My fingers grip tight, and I can feel my nails sharpening, leaving thin scratch marks in the silver metal. Leaning in I inhale deep and a satisfied rumble echoes through my chest. She smells fucking fantastic. I want to lick her skin and taste the apples she smells like. I know it’s her scent too because there wasn’t a hint of it until she flung open the door. If I were more coherent in thismoment, I would be wondering why I hadn’t smelled it earlier, but right now all I can think about is how to get a taste of her.
Miles of bare creamy skin are on display, and I devour every fucking inch of her. Strong toned legs stretch beneath her black towel, which she holds knotted at her chest that strains against the material begging to be set free.I can set you free. With just one strong tug that towel could be on the floor and I could be—fuck!No! I won’t be doing anything. This woman is irritating, and a liar and she has my fairy dust. That’s what I came for, not to explore every dip and curve of her luscious body.
“How can I help you this morning Sheriff? I’m kinda in the middle of something,” she snarks at me, not realizing the agony she just inflicted on me.
I try to clear my throat, but my words come out hoarse. “You took something from me. I want it back.”
One red brow lifts defiantly and I just know she’s about to sass me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t take anything—”
“Yes, you did. Stop lying. You stole it off my belt when you ‘accidentally’ bumped into me the other day.” She looks at me like I’m speaking ancient Greek. Nice try sweetheart. “Small drawstring bag ringing any bells?”
“N—”
“Yes, it is. Give it back and I won’t punish you.”
Her expression immediately shifts and the look she gives me tells me she might just like a good punishing. Right now, in the state I’m in, I would gladly give it to her. She saunters forward, pressing herself closer to me looming in her doorway.
“And what kind of punishment would that be?”
“Test me and find out, Red.”
She hum’s and taps a finger to her lips. Lips that unfortunately aren’t red anymore but are still begging me totaste and explore them. I growl as I watch her nibble on the tip of her finger. She’s doing this on purpose.
