Page 13 of The Witch's Werewolf
“Your sweat scent turns me on. The scent of fear from last night is still all over you and it makes me want to lick you. Lick you everywhere.”
It’s so soon. It’s too much. I don’t make out with guys on a first date, let alone sleep with them when I barely know anything about them.
“I want that. I want you to lick me. Timber, I want you to fuck me.”
He growls against my aching breast, and my hips rock forward.
The wanton woman inside me still fights with my brain when I hear a phone ping from somewhere in the room.
“Shit,” he murmurs. “Ignore that.”
Happily.
But then the text notification is followed by three or four more.
It takes everything in me to peel myself off of Timber. “Sounds urgent. You’d better check.”
With a grunt, he keeps one hand on me as he reaches for the phone.
Timber’s face changes as he reads the messages.
“What is it?” I ask.
He curses. “You’re going to find out either way,” he says, then shows me his phone screen.
Animal control is out looking for a rabid dog that attacked the mayor’s son last night.
Toby’s going to be fine, unfortunately. The normies will be out for blood tonight.
I’d advise you to stay indoors for the full moon. You can use my place. I can supply you with plenty of things to hunt in the basement. Try not to get blood everywhere.
Maybe your little witch friend can do a glamour to make everyone forget what they saw. If she’s powerful enough.
My hand automatically goes to my throat. “Well. I’m glad Toby’s going to be okay.”
Those text messages pulled me right out of that love spell. I look at Timber, and I see the pain in his eyes. It’s good that his friend interrupted us before things got too out of control.
“You didn’t mean to hurt him that bad, did you?”
He takes a step forward. “I did, Cherry. I was trying to get him away from you, and he fought me. I had to subdue him until he stopped struggling.”
I feel ill and it shows on my face.
“He would have hurt you far worse.”
He might be right. But it’s clear to me now that I need to tap the brakes. Clearly, I don’t understand the repercussions of getting involved with a werewolf. I’m not a woman who randomly hooks up with people she’s attracted to. Giving in to temptation is something I reserve for people I trust.
And I don’t know if I trust Timber.
My feelings are all mixed up when he pulls me into a hug, and the warmth of his chest reminds me of how good it feels to be close to someone.
“Don’t go into the woods tonight, okay? Stay home and stay safe,” he tells me.
The slight tremble in my shoulders forces him to wrap me tighter in his arms and hold me against him. He makes the trembling cease.
“Why don’t you want me to go into the woods, Timber? Do you think you might hurt me?”
“If the villagers catch me, I don’t want you to see what they do to me.”
