Chapter 8: A Beast’s Touch

A corner of his mouth curved up as he watched me, and my very brave, or depending on the outcome, stupid, attempt at seducing him.

I wondered if he'd let me seduce him.

The low words rumbling from his chest. “You're not mine, not in this life. I shouldn't want you so much. And yet I can't seem to help myself.”

I didn't care if he was saying yet another one of his weird ass witch bullshit. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. I tried to take the lead again, rubbing against him, but he did something that shocked me into stillness. He slid his large hand to the back of my neck, lowered his head to smell me, running his nose from my collarbone along my neck, and stopping just behind my ear.

My toes curled, and I forgot all about the pain in my foot where I'd hurt my ankle and torn open the toe of my skin.

The intimacy of such a personal action sent a powerful shudder through me, stimulating the tingle in my stomach and between her legs. A moan escaped from the back of my throat