Page 31 of Yearning For Her

“I need you, Willow.”

“You said that. But this sure as hell isn’t the way to go about it!”

Footsteps echoed behind them. A male wearing shorts and a tank top jogged into the alley.

“Hey!” Willow called. “Hey, I need help!”

The man continued past without so much as a glance at Willow and Kian.

Willow struggled against Kian. “Wait!”

Kian gritted his teeth and released her breasts, sliding his hands down to her hips to still her. Part of him—a very large, very loud part—demanded he not say what he was about to say. “He can’t hear you.”

“Kian, let go of me.” She pushed harder against his shoulders and tried to buck her hips, but it was to no avail. He kept her firmly in place. She took in a deep breath and yelled, “Help!”

“No one can hear you,” Kian growled. “Nor can they see you. All you’re going to do is hurt my ears.”

She turned those big green eyes back to him, chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths. “What are you talking about?”

What the fuck am I doing?

It was perhaps the simplest rule, but also the most important—mortals could not know the truth. How hard would it be for Kian and his kind to feed if humans were aware that they were prey?

But fuck, he craved her. He needed her. Something inside him desired her with an intensity he knew he’d never shake, burned for her with a flame that would never extinguish.

She was his.

His mate. His soul knew it with a certainty that his mind could not dispute, though it defied all logic and reason.

“You are glamoured, Willow. Invisible to mortal senses.”

Her brow creased. “What? Kian, I…I don’t know what’s going on, or why you’re doing this…”

“I already told you why I’m doing this. I need you. I wasn’t speaking figuratively.”

“If you need help, we’ll get you help. Together. But this… Kian, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m not human, Willow.” He let out a slow, harsh breath, and willed his personal glamour away.

Ten

Willow gasped, eyes flaring. Her heart skipped a beat, a chill spread over her skin, and everything around her went quiet.

Not real.

What she was seeing couldn’t be real. It wasn’t possible.

Kian stood before her, but it was a different version of him. An inhuman version.

His skin had paled to a light, cool gray, and his features had sharpened, making the curl of his full, sensual lips even more alluring—even more wicked. Two pairs of horns rose from near his temples, with the inner set longer than the others. All four tapered into fine points, as did his ears, which had become long and elfin.

But it was his eyes that held her spellbound. Their enticing blue was even more pronounced, more ethereal, and had spread to encompass his eyes fully. His irises were mere suggestions, where the color lightened just enough to be noticeable. No white sclerae, no black pupils. Just that piercing blue, which glittered with opalescent flecks and emitted its own glow.

He was breathtakingly beautiful.

And his scent. Oh God, his scent. Sandalwood, jasmine, and a spicy musk that was the embodiment of lust. It was stronger than before, and it enveloped her, invaded her senses, dragged her deeper under his spell.

“What are you?” she breathed.

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