Page 91 of Haunted Hearts

Her fighting only spurs the monster on. His chuckle is eerie and cold as he accepts her strikes, rolling her beneath us and straddling her body with ease. We grab her wrists and pin them above her in the sand. Willow doesn’t seem to recognize that I’m not in charge. Her cheeks are a soft pink from running and laughing, a tear slips out of the corner of one eye. Her hips buck under mine and her legs flail wildly behind me. Our grip tightens around Willow’s wrists as we lean forward. My body vibrates with a loosely contained urge to sink my teeth into the column of her neck as I lean in to breathe her scent.

I fight the instinct, mentally struggling just as hard as Willow is beneath me, as my mouth opens on its own accord.

No, no, no!I roar as my teeth latch onto Willow’s neck. I don’t know how it will work here, but if we were truly alive, if these teeth pierce her skin, she’ll turn into the monster that I’ve become. Maybe worse, for at least my transformation stopped halfway through. I scream in rage and hopelessness as the monster refuses to give up control. What is happening? Why can’t I stop this? I’ve struggled before with controlling this side of me throughout the years but never like this.

Mine. The glee in the sinister voice sickens me.

Please don’t hurt her, I beg.

Willow freezes beneath me as she finally realizes something is wrong. Her soft gasp gets cut off as my teeth press just a little harder against her throat. I can nearly feel the frantic pounding of her heart under my chest that’s pressed against hers.

“Kwil?” Uncertainty causes her voice to shake.

Attack me, push me off!I want to scream.Use your power, Willow! I don’t have con—

To my surprise, while the instincts to clamp down hard and rip her throat out are there, so is something much more… possessive. My teeth do no more than hold Willow beneath us. A deep rumbling starts in my chest and vibrates against Willow. I transfer both wrists into one of my hands, freeing up the other. It comes down so the claws of my left-hand can skim across Willow’s face. Despite the razor sharp points, her skin goes unmarred. The smell of Willow’s arousal is stark and overpowers the salty smell of the ocean even as it laps at our clothes.

I groan.

Willow answers it with her own. Her hips lift and grind against mine. Being as scared as I was for her safety, I’m only now realizing my body is hard with desire.

Ours.Safe. Strong mate.The words are spoken like bullet points in my head as the monster finally gives up the reins to let me back in the driver’s seat. It’s me that opens my own mouth, freeing Willow from the dangers of my teeth. As I suck in a deep breath of her arousal, I can’t stop myself from licking up the column of her neck. I can feel the shiver run through her as my tongue vibrates against her skin.

“Kwil…” Willow tries to pull her hands free, but I keep them pinned right where they are.

I pull away from her neck to look down into her face. Her cheeks are still pink from exertion. Willow’s eyes twinkle with excitement while darkening with her desire. My thumb slides over her bottom lip.

This time, the fact that I can’t stop myself from leaning down to kiss Willow isn’t because the monster has a hold on me. This is all man, needing the taste of his mate. Willow’s body relaxes as I press my lips to hers. But when I try to deepen the kiss, Willow turns her head away.

“Let me up.”

“No.” I snarl, lowering my face to breathe her in again. My hand slides down her chest, veering to the right to tease the nipple pressing against her wet blouse. “I caught you fair and square, Little Minx.”

Her eyes slide back to my face, a coy smile stretches her mouth.

“What are you going to do, Mystery Man?”

Rather than answer, I lean down and suck that same nipple through the fabric of her clothes. Willow groans, her back arching. Rolling my hips so she can feel how hard I am for her, I continue to suck on her nipple. I lift my hips to scoot down her body an inch or two, giving my hand space between us to slip into her pants.

No underwear?

I smirk as my fingers dip between her legs. Willow’s pretty bold to assume she wouldn’t need them. Then again, there are five of us who would love nothing more than to be buried between her legs at all hours of the day. The thought of staying like this all day causes me to grow harder. In my excitement, I take her whole breast, shirt and all, into my mouth and suck on it. My vibrating tongue presses against her nipple, causing Willow to cry out.

The wind shifts, ever so slightly, and I catch the scent of another. My hand around Willow’s wrists tightens possessively even as I shift my weight back onto my knees.

I pull away from her breast to look up at her.

“What am I going to do to you?” my voice wavers as my fingers dive into her soaking wet core. My dick jerks in response to her clear state of arousal. “Better yet, what arewegoing to do to you? Your reaper deserves a reward for trying to stop me.”

I lift my head and look up at Brock who is sitting in the sand a few feet away, watching us closely. My thumb caresses her clit. In response, her body clenches around my fingers. She whimpers as I apply pressure to her bud of nerves.

“Brock, care to reap the benefits of my catch this morning?”

Willow looks over to her reaper. Her tongue darts out and wets her lips. I chuckle as her eyelids droop and a grin blossoms across her face.

One of the reaper’s eyebrows arches dramatically as he looks from her face to mine.

“I was content to watch,” he gets up and strolls over to us, “but if you’re offering…”

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