Page 24 of Trick Me
My breath catches.
“And I think I’ve just found her.”
My eyes widen, but then his hips jerk, and he growls, deep and broken, as he comes inside me. Pulse after pulse, thick and hot, filling me until I’m gasping from the sensation.
He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t move. Just holds me there, shaking, stretched, claimed.
“I want to carve my name into your soul, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “So you’ll never remember anything else but me.”
My whole body shudders. His words should worry me, except here I am swooning, holding on to him.
And when he finally pulls out of me, we collapse across his jacket. He wraps me in his arms like I’m something sacred. His lips find my cheek, then my temple.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he whispers. “How are you doing?”
“Never felt anything like this in my life.” I glance at him, smirking, and he steals a quick kiss.
My pulse is still too fast. My thoughts, too loud. I try to make sense of it all, not just the sex, though that’s its own entire spiral, but the shift, the wolf, and the man beside me who somehow took command of my body with a single look and made me want it.
His arm tightens around me as if he can feel me slipping away already. “I meant every word I said earlier.”
My breath catches again.
No one has ever spoken to me like that before. Like I’m not just a moment or a body, but something that matters.
And of course, it has to come from the man I barelyknow, the one I met after I’d just arrived at the party and a shift that nearly tore me apart.
I sit up, brushing pine needles from my thighs and pretending I’m not still buzzing from everything that just happened.
He watches me for a moment, something turning behind his eyes. “As I was saying earlier, before you bewitched me with your beauty and body, I think we switched abilities from a spell cast by that witch in the mansion. From the apple you threw at me.”
My brows rise, realizing how I haven’t had any ghostly visitors in a while.
I smile despite myself. “She said you were rude. That you needed a lesson.”
He huffs, muttering under his breath. “Fucking witches. Come on. Let’s go find her and get this fixed. And then…”
I narrow my eyes. “Then?”
“Then,” he repeats with a sly smile, “maybe we can take more time to get to know each other.”
“You want that?”
His gaze softens just enough to sting. “You don’t seem to listen when I say something, so I’ll say it again. I keep my word, and I want you. I think we’re connected by more than some enchantment or some lesson.”
My heart stutters.
I look away before I can do something reckless likefall for him twice in one night. “There’s just one issue,” I say, trying to sound casual. “The spell the witch gave me said my mate’s name starts with aC.”
He blinks once, then chuckles, a deep, low sound.
“What?”
He shifts to his feet and pulls something from the back pocket of his pants. A folded handkerchief. He crouches again in front of me, nudging my knees apart slightly. I tense.
“What are you?—”
He’s already wiping me clean. Gently. Quickly. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
