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I grab the hand rubbing her chest and pull her towards the car. I glance at the taxi and note the driver hasn’t woken up yet. He probably won’t be calling the cops on us any time soon. The two lying on the ground certainly won’t. Not if they don’t want to incriminate themselves in a possible kidnapping.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Chapter31

WILLOW

There is nothing human about Jonah’s dick.

For one, the girth is nearly too much. Nearly. The way it stretches me both stings and satisfies. I’ve never felt sofullbefore. But there’s something about the personal lube that he leaks that not only tingles and fizzles deep inside of me but loosens my body up to be able to accommodate him. Couple that with its dramatic curve upwards that hits just the right spot every time he moves his hips… It’s magical. The ribbing around the head is icing on the cake. With how tight I’m wrapped around his dick, I can feel every vein, the strange rough texture, and those wonderful bumps. All of it is wonderful.

After Jonah and Kwil, I don’t think I could possibly go back to just plain human anatomy.

As he drags his hips back, Jonah’s mouth skims along my neck. His hot breath and gentle touch are at odds with the sharp thrust as he seats himself fully inside of me. A shiver rushes through me as heat burns my cheeks, and my breath gets swept away.

The magical snap, crackle, and pop sparkling inside of me, intensifying every time Jonah moves, has me whimpering like a damn animal. It feels so strange. So different. So… fucking awesome.

My hands wrap around his biceps. While they aren’t large, they’re definitely toned and sturdy. I can feel his body trembling as he nears his breaking point. Oh god. My body arches as he drags his dick out of me. I whisper his name as my legs lock around his waist. His mouth leaves my neck, and he bends down to capture my left nipple in his mouth. A gentle suck and a flick of his tongue pulls a moan from me.

Jonah pistons harder. My body tenses, my breathing comes in short gasps. My nails dig into his skin, which grows sticky with sweat. The sound of our skin slapping together overpowers the blaring of television in the room next to us. For just these few minutes, our problems seem silly. What do we have to fear when we have one another?

“You’re so tight for me. Fucking hell, Willow.” Jonah’s words strain as our bodies collide.

My power surges forward. I can finish without the extra push, but Ineedthe contact with my soul. And since we’re this close… When our spirits rise and connect, the orgasm that hits us both is a raging mass of jubilant energy that drags a scream out past my lips. Jonah’s answering cry is animalistic as he continues his frantic thrusting, trying to keep this feeling going. Our lips smash together in a heated battle. My tongue finds his, and together we deepen the kiss until we’re one.

As the feeling finally begins to fade and our breathing becomes even, Jonah pulls away and lies down beside me on the full-size mattress.

“Fuck, Willow, I’m addicted to you.” His shudder shakes me and the bed. “You’re the best drug I’ve ever had.”

“If you can get this piece of your soul back, I’ll be a habit you can kick,” I promise.

Jonah shifts. His arm comes around my waist, and he drags me closer to his chest. Lips brush against my ear as he says, “It’s not that, and you know it.”

One of his hands smooths back my hair before he plants a kiss behind my ear.

I smile. If Jonah wants to pretend that it’s more, I’m okay with that. I wish it was true. In any case, it’s me and him against the world. It’s nice not being alone. We’ve been on the road for two days now. Hours ago, we killed our share of various monsters from the Third Realm and then burned the bodies in a fire pit at an abandoned farmhouse before making our way to this motel. It’s even smaller and filthier than the ones the Ghosts managed to procure for us. But pick pocketing will only get us so far. Hardly anyone carries around cash anymore and without IDs, credit cards are nearly useless when securing a room. Thankfully, we’ll be on the move in the next few hours once we both get some sleep, so the state of the room doesn’t really matter.

I reach up and rub my chest as I think about the miles we’re putting between us and the Ghosts. My hand drifts down to the scar on my stomach. The healers did their thing, and I’m alive. Only a scar remains as evidence something horrible happened to me. My heart skips a beat as I picture Theodon’s face as the blade comes flying through the air. His auburn brows were scrunched together in concentration, his jaw clenched and eyes flashing with determination. I can still feel Viktor’s grip around my arms. A cold terror washes over me, causing me to shiver. My stomach rolls. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to block out the image.

“You good, Willow?”

I flinch at Jonah’s voice. I could have sworn he had passed out.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Lie. “I’m just drifting off to sleep.” Lie.

His mouth brushes against my bare shoulder blade. “Don’t think about them. Don’t think aboutit.”

My body shakes as I laugh softly.

“How do you know where my head went?”

“Because it’s where my thoughts went, too.” Jonah’s voice is grim. His grip tightens around my waist. “I can’t unsee Theodon stabbing you. But we’re not with them and as much as that physically hurts you, it’s better than waiting for one of them to kill you.”

But what if this pain ends up killing me? It will eventually. It’ll just be slower than anything the Ghosts could do to me.

“Try to get some sleep, Willow. I’m here, and I’ll look out for you.” Jonah’s voice softens as he sighs.

I nestle closer to his body.

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