Page 47 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

“Come here, Angel,” he murmured, sliding in next to me.

I turned towards him and shivered when he wrapped his arms around me.Emmet pulled me closer, not stopping until I was more than halfway on top of him.He kissed my head, whispering soothing words of affection and encouragement while I cried against his chest.

“It’s okay.You’re okay.Hush now,” he said, kissing and coddling me.

I’d have felt foolish with anyone else, but not with him.I inhaled a fortifying breath and lifted my head.

“I have some things to tell you,” I said, biting my lower lip.

I didn’t know how he was going to take the news.But I hoped he was going to be okay with it.

“Angel, you can tell me anything.You hear me?I will not judge you.I will only listen, and if I can help, I swear to you I will do everything I can.Do you believe me?”he asked.

“Yes.I do,” I said and sucked in another breath, tucking my hair behind my ears.

I ignored the fact I probably looked like a train wreck.I hadn’t showered or brushed my teeth in days, but with Emmet staring at me like I was a beauty queen, I did not mind so much.

“You are my queen,” he murmured, reading my mind, and my heart soared.

God, I loved him.And I should have told him then.But first things first.

“I-I saw my Grandma,” I began, telling him about what had happened to me.

Apparently, I had a job to do in this world beyond that of my drive-in theater and I could not ignore it.But I also knew I didn’t want to do it alone.

With any luck, I would not have to.

Chapter Seventeen-Emmet

Jezebel explained her abilities to me after her meeting with her deceased grandmother, and I was riveted.

My woman was so goddamn special.She sat there, her big blue eyes focused on me as she spoke her beautiful truth.

She had a job to do.A scary job, truth be told, but she didn’t seem afraid of it.Only of me leaving because of it.

Silly woman.

Didn’t she understand yet?

I.Was.Hers.

“You’re magic, Angel.Pure magic and whatever you need from me, you’ve got it.You’re mine, remember?My mate,” I whispered, reveling in the profundity of it all as I dragged her to me with my hands on her flushed cheeks.

The sweet scent of her arousal filled the air, and my cock thumped behind my jeans.She was so giving, so free with her feelings when it came to me.

An open book just waiting for me to read the pages of her heart.And I would.I did.I memorized them.Etched them into my fucking soul.

Christ, I loved this woman.

Her trust in me.Her belief that I would do right by her.It was everything.

“Y-you’re not disgusted or afraid?”Jezebel asked and the hope I saw on her face just about broke my damn heart.

“Of what you can do?No, Angel.Of course not,” I told her, meaning every word.

Anger filled me at the idea of what she’d gone through her whole life alone.Of all the people who judged just because they didn’t believe or couldn’t understand.

Jezebel was so special.So sweet and beautiful.She was perfect.She was mine.

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