Page 101 of The Witch's Heart
“Forgive me,” he whispers. “I can’t resist.”
He sounds pained, but I can feel the hardness of his arousal pressed against my inner thigh.
Suddenly, his teeth press sharply and puncture my flesh.
I cry out at the sudden pain and then moan as it turns quickly to pleasure.
My desire grows with the way he sucks the wound. I scoot forward, pressing my body to his.
My mind clouds and I forget everything—until a moment later when memories flood my brain.
Pictures so sharp in their clarity, the emotions they invoke make me dizzy with their intensity.
A cold dungeon cell. An office much like this one. Then a closet. The doctor— Logan —kissing me as if I were his last breath.
Vampires.
Ghosts.
My own bandaged wrists.
The pictures flash faster and faster. As Logan continues to drink from me, I choke on the pain. On the fear.
Brothers. Werewolves. Claiming me as part of their pack. Their mates.
Experiments.
Torture.
Death.
A bloody heart on a platter.
They aren’t pictures. They’re memories. And like a tidal wave, they return, crashing over me with the force of a monsoon.
At the center of it all, a monster with fangs of his own is waiting to slither into my psyche. He wears a face that is all too familiar in this dimension and the next.
Corbin Cutter.
He is the monster of nightmares. The one I risked it all to escape. And now, he is my betrothed. The one I’ve let get closer to me than the men my soul has sworn to love.
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Logan’s bite is about more than just a recall; it is an unlocking that sends waves of Knowing through my veins. My hands grip his shoulders and I surrender completely to the magic that fills me, pressurizing my very insides.
It’s time to end this.
“Logan,” I gasp when the bond between us is complete.
He pulls back. “You remember.”
The words are not a question. I nod anyway.
“You already knew.” My words aren’t a question either.
He nods anyway.
I bite my lip, breathless now as my feelings rush in around the power that sings inside me. I am strong. Stronger than I ever knew. I hold up my palm and a bright golden flame bursts from it on command. I smile. My magic is mine, now. And I will use it to end Cutter. But in this moment, that monster doesn’t matter.
