Page 67 of Wolf Cursed
He was a walking contradiction. Hot and cold. And he wasn’t denying the fact or even apologizing for it. But all I could hear were those three words playing on repeat over and over again in my lust-filled brain.I’m yours, Ash.
I cleared my throat, hating the way my cheeks were already flooding with heat as I made myself say the words I was thinking.
“What if I do too?” I asked quietly. “Want you, I mean?”
His dark look shifted into pleasure, and he leaned close. “That makes things easier,” he said quietly. “Especially considering there’s nothing you can do to get rid of me now.”
“I know,” I said, a smile forming on my lips. “I’ve already tried.”
He laughed, a dark, mysterious sort of sound, and kissed me again.
Chapter Fourteen
I wanted that kiss to go on and on. Forever, like he’d said. But too soon, Kai was pulling away and looking down at his phone. It took me a minute to realize he’d stopped because the stupid thing had dinged.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, noting the slant of his mouth as he read the text.
“Something happened.”
“Silas?” I asked.
“No. Worse.” He grabbed my helmet and held it out to me.
I hesitated. Considering everything I’d learned, was going back to town smart? Or was I walking right into the very danger I was supposed to be running from?
Kai met my eyes steadily, and the fear receded. He wouldn’t let anything happen to me.
I took the helmet and shoved it on my head.
“What’s worse than Silas?” I asked as Kai hurriedly reached over to secure the strap underneath my chin.
“Witches,” he said and then swung a leg over onto the bike.
He didn’t wait for me to climb on before starting her up, and by then, my questions were lost underneath the sound of the revving motor. Just as well. Where the hell did I even begin? I’d just wrapped my head around wolf shifters, and now they were talking about witches?
Was anything make-believe anymore?
My lips still tingled from the kiss as I climbed on behind Kai and wrapped my arms around his torso. This time, there was no hesitation as I pressed my palms against his chest, and I secretly hoped we never made it back to town. Not just because I dreaded another crisis—and Kai’s reaction certainly seemed to suggest that’s what waited for us—but because riding on the back of his motorcycle gave me a valid excuse to touch him.
My body thrummed with the vibration of the motorcycle. It didn’t hurt that I’d pressed myself tightly against the guy who’d proclaimed to hate me then kissed me like I was his oxygen.
I still wasn’t completely clear whether we’d resolved the hating part, though. Kai was hard to read. One minute, he wanted to strip me down to my barest parts, and the next, he wanted to be rid of me forever.
He’d told me he was mine.
That meant something. Even if he’d also wanted me to leave town and never come back.
The guy was confusing as hell.
The moment we hit the main street cutting through downtown, I knew something was wrong. No traffic clogged the streets, and I didn’t spot a single pedestrian strolling from shop to shop as we sped past cafes, shops, and offices.
We pulled up in front of Oscar’s, and Kai cut the engine, pulling me along with him so that I barely had time to shed the helmet before we were hurrying around back to the gravel lot.
A crowd had gathered inside the chain-link fence that made up the back lot where Oscar stored his customer bikes. The moment we rounded the corner and into view of them all, Kai dropped my hand and increased his pace, putting some distance between us.
I tried to ignore the pang of hurt at his actions. Maybe he’d been bullshitting me about how he felt. Maybe he’d just wanted information. That thought hurt worse than anything Silas or Presley had tried to do to me. But I shoved it aside.
It didn’t matter. None of it did.
