Page 20 of Thunder with a Chance of Lovestruck

It wasn’t.

The idea sounded better and better by the second.

She was stunning. Drest couldn’t recall a time in his immortally long life when he’d ever seen a more beautiful woman. Why in the hell did she have to be a Frankenstein?

Inwardly, he ate his early thoughts about there being no way in hell he’d ever find a Frankenstein attractive.

Rachael’s long sable hair hung to her ample chest, leaving him fighting the urge to adjust himself. She was tall, as were all the Frankensteins he’d met in his life. That was nice. It meant she’d fit against him.

Drest stiffened.Fit against me?

He glanced at Amice quickly, only to find her grinning like the cat who ate the canary.

“Something the matter, Drest?” asked Amice.

He grunted. “No.”

“Mmmhmm,” she replied. “Also, I told you so.”

He’d have been angry with her had she not been right. And he had the biggest urge to thank her for wanting to fix him up with Rachael.

“What can I help with?” asked Rachael of Amice.

The sound of the woman’s voice left Drest feeling as if butterflies were in his stomach. He’d been alive a very long time. That wasn’t a feeling he could recall having. This was a first.

Another first was how his Hunter’s Guild ring had responded when he’d made contact with Rachael. It had glowed. Not only that, but the overhead lighting had sparked and surged at the same time. He still wasn’t a hundred percent sure what had caused either thing to happen. Had the glow been responsible for the surge of electricity and the sparks, or had the surge caused his ring to respond?

As his gaze slid over Rachael’s tempting form, a thought tugged at the back of his mind. Had touching the woman caused both things to occur? The glow from his ring and the sparks from the bulbs? If so, why? And why in the hell did he want to touch her so badly again?

“Henry, would you join me in the kitchen?” asked Amice. “I think everything is just about ready.”

“Of course,” said Henry, making a point of kissing his sister’s temple while giving Drest a warning look before heading to the kitchen behind Amice.

Drest was left standing in the dining room, alone with Rachael. His fingers tingled with the need to touch her. To run his hands over every single inch of her glorious body. It was all he could do to keep from seizing hold of her and kissing her senseless.

She smiled, drawing attention to her full lips once more, doing nothing to diminish his state of longing. “Anything else awkward we want to get out of the way? Might as well lump it all together. Saves time later.”

He nearly propositioned her then and there. By the grace of the Fae gods, his mouth had gone dry or he might very well have suggested she spend the night letting him rock her world. It took a moment for Drest to speak. “I’m sure I can think of something. Give me a minute.”

“Cool,” she replied, the slightest of blushes stealing across her upper chest.

Drest instantly had flashes of what she might look like in a state of ecstasy. Did her chest flush then too? His pants grew tight just thinking about what it might be like to sink into her as she reached her peak. The thought was so vivid, he nearly moaned.

“Are you okay?” she asked, easing closer to him. “You look like you might faint.”

“I’m good.” He cleared his throat, unsure if he was as fine as he claimed to be. “Sorry. Still a little caught off guard to find a Frankenstein with a sense of humor.”

She feigned surprise, touching her still pink-stained upper chest lightly. “You’re saying you don’t find Henry and Nile to be comedians? Odd. They’re basically a stand-up duo. I’ve suggested they take the show on the road. You should too. It would mean they’d be checking in with other Hunters and leaving you alone for a while. Brilliant, if you ask me.”

Drest smiled wider and was fairly sure his face would crack soon. It wasn’t used to this much smiling, especially not when he was doing a monthly check-in with the Frankensteins.

Her fingers trailed over the exposed swells of her breasts, and he was fairly certain he did actually moan this time. The woman was going to kill him. He was sure of it.

The slight cock of her head to the right and the look in her eyes said she was unaware of the effect she was having on him. That only managed to make him want her more.

Get a bloody hold of yourself, he snarled at himself.

As he once again fought the urge to touch her, Drest realized no amount of self-scolding was going to snap him out of whatever was happening to him. He scrambled to think of conversation to make that didn’t involve him suggesting they screw like there was no tomorrow, since sleeping with her was against the rules.

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