Page 60 of Cursed Love
“We better get dressed before Peter tears down the door,” he whispered and loosened his hold around her.
Brandy’s eyes rounded, and her cheeks flushed at the real possibility. “He’s already pissed at me.”
Ryan frowned and nodded. “He is, but now he’ll be pissed at both of us.”
Chapter 24
The peaceful, post-orgasm bliss was gone. Brandy hurried to dress, sneaking glances of Ryan as he did the same. He was gorgeous. His body was toned, not bulky but far from skinny. The man was confident, and the way he took care of her in and out of bed made her heart melt.
“You’re staring.” He chuckled, his brow raised. He slipped his shirt over his head, and it stretched perfectly over his muscles.
Brandy tipped her head in thought. “Why haven’t you lit into me about what I did?”
“I’m not your parent, sweetheart.” He walked to her and cupped her hips. “You didn’t listen to us, and you got yourself in some serious trouble. I was livid, but mostly…” He sighed. “Mostly, I was terrified I’d lose you. I’m happy you’re in my arms and not with whoever is after you.”
He wrapped her into his arms. With her cheek resting against his chest, she let the steady sound of his heart calm her. After a moment, Ryan kissed the top of her head and stepped back. “Ready?”
Brandy nodded as he threaded their fingers together. They walked down the hall to the main part of the condo. There she found Peter, Ethan, and a woman she had never seen.
“About fucking time,” Ethan said, surprising her. He had only raised his voice at her a handful of times. He rushed toward her and gave her a bear hug. “Don’t do that again!”
Ryan shook Ethan’s hand in some silent manly acceptance before Ryan’s heavy arm wrapped around her shoulder. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to accept whatever tongue-lashing Peter had in store. She was not a child and refused to cower before the were, but she had been reckless in leaving. Not only could she have been taken or killed, but the lycan could have hurt them.
“Serena? What are you doing here?” Ryan asked, and jealousy slithered through Brandy at their familiarity.
Serena looked from Brandy to Ryan, and her mouth pulled tight into a thin line. Brandy sniffed the air but could not tell if she smelled Peter or another werewolf in the mix.
“I’m not a werewolf,” the beautiful woman snapped.
Brandy raised a brow as she bit the inside of her cheek. “What are you then?” she asked, studying her with narrowed eyes.
Ryan squeezed her to him, a silent warning. “Brandy, this is Serena Bishop. She’s the high priestess of my coven.”
Coven? He had never mentioned being in a coven. They still had so much more to learn about each other. She put her hand against his stomach and looked up at him.
“You never mentioned being in a coven,”she told him.
“She’s in charge. Don’t piss her off. There’s a reason she’s here. I just don’t know why,”he told her.
“Oh my God, you’ve slept with her?”Brandy’s eyes widened.
“You’re…” Serena paused as her brows pinched. “Mates then.”
Brandy ignored the alarm on Ryan’s face and straightened to her tallest height. “Yes.”
The woman’s gaze lowered as she stepped forward. A charge formed within Brandy, the itch to protect working its way up her spine.
No one spoke as Serena lifted and examined Brandy’s left hand. “Has this always been there?”
Brandy glanced down. “Yeah, it’s a birth mark.” She raised it closer, noticing it looked different. The skin was normally a shade darker than her own, but now it was a pale rose.
Peter and Ethan stepped closer to see as Serena whispered, “It looks like a bird. Has it always been this color?”
“No, it’s usually darker.” Brandy mindlessly rubbed the skin between her thumb and index finger as Ryan scratched an ear.
“I believe congratulations are in order,” Serena announced.
“For what?”
