Page 28 of Haunted Hearts

The sight of our souls slashing across her chest only adds to my guilt.

I trail kisses across her cracked soul, willing my love to heal her in some way. My kisses move downwards, towards the junction of her legs. Willow’s hands land on my head. For a heartbreaking second, I think she’s going to stop me. When she doesn’t, I let out a short sigh of relief. My hands grasp her thick thighs to pull them apart. Before I dive between her legs, I look up at her to meet her gaze.

“Willow Harvest, I love you more than life, both my first and second. I should have told you a hundred, maybe even a thousand times before now that I love you and will forever love you.” I take a deep breath and push on. “But I fear my love is poisonous. Since we met, you’ve gone through hell and back. The fact that I… I—” I can’t say it again, so I don’t. “And still want your love, is just proof of my toxicity. If anyone should be sorry, it should be me, and I swear that I have never been sorrier for anything else in my life.”

Before she can say anything, I lean forward and run my vibrating tongue through her folds. Willow’s answering gasp and heady moan spur me on. Maybe this is how I’ll convince her to let me stay by her side. I’ll worship her body every way I know how. My tongue finds her clit. I suck, nip, and tease it, knowing how well she responds to this. In no time, Willow’s arousal begins to leak down my chin and her legs start to tremble. I lap it up greedily, urging her body to give me more.

I’ll tongue fuck her until we’re both drowning in her pleasure. Until I bathe in the evidence of her desire for me. Whatever it takes to keep her happy, I’m going to do it. If I never come up for air again, I’ll be satisfied.

“Kwil, I-I don’t blame you. I don’t,” Willow whimpers through a half sob. “Yousavedme. I love y—”

Her body convulses hard as she comes undone right there in front of me and the others. A deep snarl of gratitude, of love, and of relief reverberates through my chest. Tears continue to stream down my cheeks as I hold her legs, so she won’t collapse. When she’s done shaking, I look up at her from between her legs. Her fingers run through my hair.

“There’s nothing to forgive, Kwil.”

“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness or love but I’m so relieved that I possess both.”

Again, a hard shudder runs through me as the monster in me demands to take her against the floor. I don’t fight it. I leap back up to my feet only so that I can bring Willow down to the floor with me. I pin her beneath me, my mouth all over her body. She groans and gasps as she wiggles beneath me, moaning softly.

“Kwil, she deserves better than raw animal sex on the floor.”

Theodon’s right, she does, but my mind fogs as all my attention, hunger, and love narrow to focus solely on Willow. My human hand skims across her stomach as my mouth latches onto her nipple. When Willow arches up into my mouth, I moan.

Savor. Adore. Keep.The monster growls in my head.

I intend to do all three.

A hand lands on my back. Instinctually, I tense, snarling possessively as both of my hands fall to Willow’s hips. My mouth leaves her breast only so that I can suck and nip gently at Willow’s soft stomach as I move lower. I need to taste her again. Though my throbbing cock pulsates with the need to bury itself into my woman, I take my time with her.

“This,” I hiss. “Is what you’ll get for all eternity. There has been no one else in more danger than you are now, for you belong to a monster.”

Just before my mouth latches back on to her clit, Viktor sinks down beside us. I snarl again, this time lifting my head to meet his eyes.

“Let’s take Willow somewhere more comfortable,” he suggests, his voice rough.

I almost turn and bite at the hand he places on my shoulder but beneath me, Willow wiggles free. She sits up and cups my face.

“Let’s go to bed. Rough animal sex can come later.”

There’s going to be a later with her… I groan in both relief and hunger.

Soft bed. Good for her. The monster in me thinks logically, pushing past his desire to please our woman to consider her well-being.

Swallowing hard, I get to my feet. As Willow tries to get to hers, Viktor reaches down and scoops her up with ease. She throws her arms around his neck in surprise.

“Viktor, I’m so—”

“If you say ‘sorry’, I’m going to strangle you,” he interrupts sharply as he turns and carries her towards the bedroom.

I can’t stop the growl that slips out at the empty threat. Viktor ignores me.

“But you’re dead because of me,” Willow buries her face into his neck as her voice wobbles. “You should be back in the Realm of the Living, living out the rest of your lives, yet you’re here, stuck with me.”

“There was nothing, and no one, to live for once you left,Soiel Ywab.” Viktor places her on the bed. His words cause a soft gasp of surprise to slip past Willow’s lips.

I creep around him, stripping off my clothes, my eyes traveling over my woman hungrily. I’m vaguely aware that Jonah and Theodon have followed. Viktor leans forward to wipe away Willow’s tears from her face.

Softly, he adds, “Knowing that Fulton had you, doing only heaven knows what…” he pauses to shake his head. “I would have died a thousand deaths to get to you, Willow.”

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