Page 194 of Cursed Evermore
Wolfe!
And I was touching his cock?
My stomach dropped through the floor, and horror crashed over me in hot and cold waves. Every muscle in my body locked into place as I went rigid, then my heart slammed against my ribs.
Blood drained from my face as I whirled around and faced a sleepy-looking Wolfe with his hair hanging idly over his shoulders and his bare tattooed chest gleaming in the morning light.
My heart stopped beating entirely as I stared at him, my mind trying to process this new level of hell. Then I looked down and realized I was wearing his shirt.Onlyhis shirt. I didn't even have underwear on underneath. And his shirt barely covered my thighs.
Shit, shit, shit.
Pain forgotten, I grabbed the sheet and covered myself before backing off the bed, shame burning through my veins like liquid metal. I nearly tripped over my feet.
Blessed Mother, what had I done?
How in the six hells had I ended up in Wolfe Nightblade's bed, sleeping in his arms, wearing nothing but his shirt, and touching his cock?
His cock.
“What in the hells happened?” I gasped, pulling the sheet closer to my chest. “How did I get in your room?”
Gods, did we... have sex?
Was I no longer a virgin?
I didn't remember. What a cruel joke. That was something I wanted to remember. Even to document.
Wolfe sat up and stared at me with questioning eyes, tucking his hair behind his pointed ears. “You seriously don't rememberanything,Ziyka?”
My cheeks burned so hot I thought my skin was going to go up in flames. “No. Did we...” I couldn't bring myself to say any of the words—have sex or sleep together—and risk more humiliation.
“No. We didn't. You'd remember if we had. Even if your curse had kicked in, you'd still remember.” The slyness in hisexpression and cockiness in his smooth grin sent a jolt of desire straight to my core, where I still foolishly craved him.
“I told you, that's not how it works. I remember nothing new when the curse kicks in.”
“This would be different.” His gaze flicked up and down my body.
“Why would it be?”
“Because it's me.”
For a second, he almost felt like the Wolfe I knew. Not the horrid version from the other day who made it crystal clear that there was nothing between us.
I held his gaze, trying not to read too much into his words, but damn me, I couldn't control the flutter in my heart.
Wolfe got off the bed and smiled, showing off long fangs. They were longer than that day on the ship when I first watched him flying. He almost looked scary.
With a snap of his fingers, a cigar appeared in his hand, alight with blue flames that faded to soft embers. I'd never seen him smoke before, and like everything else about him, he made it look good.
I waited for him to give me more information to make this craziness make sense, but he remained silent, watching me as he leaned against the wall.
“Please put me out of my misery and tell me what happened.” I winced.
“What's the last thing you remember?” His smile widened, making his teeth look more haunting.
My throbbing head made it hard to concentrate, but I searched my mind and recalled Garrick offering me a drink after Sirril served us pumpkin pie. We were in the garden, and I'd been telling him about Emabelle. I mentioned how much we'd loved pumpkin ale.
“I was drinking ale with Garrick and talking about my cousin.”
