Page 47 of Bewitching Her Monsters

“Would I be able to buy one of your books to read?” I ask.

Or maybe I should have asked to borrow one, so I have a reason to come back.

“Uh, yeah.” She unlocks her Mustang’s door, and I have to admit I’m a bit jealous. My old 1980s Toyota pickup is no muscle car.

“I suppose you could follow me to my place, and I can give you one,” she suggests.

“Perfect!” I say with a bit too much enthusiasm. I jump in my car and follow her on the short way home.

She rushes inside and meets me back at the front door by the time I get up to the porch. She has two books in her hands. “One is steamy. The other is very steamy. Which would you like?”

I lean against her door frame, moving in close so that our bodies are brushing, and I pretend as if I’m studying the covers. But I’m watching her.

With my proximity, her skin flushes with arousal. Her heart rate increases. She’s gripping the books as if they are ropes, and she’s dangling off a cliff. I can scent that I turn her on.

I have to say I feel the same way, but I don’t have something to hold on to… yet.

“What wouldyoulike me to read?” I ask suggestively.

She finally turns to look up at me. We are so close that I only have to drop my head just a few inches to kiss her.

She glances at my lips and then back to gaze into my eyes.

I wonder if they are glowing. I feel like my whole body is glowing.

This is the moment where everything can change… the moment of possibility. Or the moment she destroys my hopes.

“May I ask you something?” When I nod, she presses her lips together briefly. “Why does it seem like you’re hitting on me?”

“Because I am,” I answer simply, but tilt my head in confusion. “I know I’m rusty, but I thought my flirting skills would be sufficient enough for a romance author to do something with.”

“So, is this part of your thank you for taking care of your dog?” she asks with a smirk.

“No. I like you… a lot. You’re beautiful. Smart. Kind. Sexy.” I lift my hand to cradle her cheek. “If you need a reminder of all you have to offer, then I’ll make it my mission for the foreseeable future.”

She gulps at the wordfuture. My witch thinks this is just a fling for me.

“I don’t have casual one-night stands,” I say. “So if you like me too, and you want to take this slow, I’m good with that.”

Jade drops her books to the ground with a thud. She grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a passionate kiss that makes my dick inflate instantly. Damn, her alpha assertiveness is making my wolf perk up and howl.

My introverted witch continues her boldness, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me inside.

I kick the door shut and flip the lock, but I don’t dare break our kiss while I do.

Her tongue tangles with mine. She wraps her hands around my waist, then slides them up my untucked shirt. Soft fingers caress my back as I guide her slowly to the couch. I don’t presume I will get her into bed tonight.

Nor should I.

If I’m correct, she doesn’t know about supernaturals, so she definitely doesn’t think that dick knots are real.

I’m also afraid of my beast—my true beast. Not the one that Maxum jokingly called my wolf… no, the monster I now become when my emotions are riding too high, or when I’m in the throes of passion. All because of that evil witch from my past.

I’m honestly surprised I haven’t shifted into my berserker with the weight of everything I’ve been feeling. Osen’s death. Walking into a witch’s house. Finding out she’s my mate.

Is she my mate? Fuck, I think she is.

There’s a light on in the hall from when she went to grab her books, but the living room isn’t bright with ambient lighting. However, if I shifted into my monster, there would be no hiding it.

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