Page 40 of Woven Souls

It was terrifying.

And ridiculously arousing.

Standing there in that skintight black dress with the swell of her breasts barely contained as she braced herself and all that hair flying around her… It was enough to make any man take notice. But it was watching the frustration on her face turn to smug satisfaction as the tables turned that did something to me. She stole my breath while my heart did a backflip. She’s always been a beautiful woman, but watching her take charge… I don’t think I’ve ever gotten hard in the midst of a fight, until this evening.

And never has an erection lasted this long.

I sneak a peek at Willow’s face. From the back, I can only see her profile while she speaks to the driver, but from what I can see, the amusement has faded from her pretty features and she’s anxiously tapping a finger on the arm rest.

What’s she thinking right now? I wish I’d taken the time to get to know her better. Right now, I’m dying to know what she’s thinking. I have a feeling she would voice her thoughts if it were only Jonah in the car. Maybe Kwil, too.

When we arrive at the house, we all climb out of the car. At Willow’s hiss of pain, we all turn our attention to her.

“Shit, your feet.” Jonah immediately scoops Willow into his arms.

Where she was standing is a single bloody footprint.

“Theo can clean and tend to them,” Kwil tells her quickly as he and Jonah move towards the house. “He has the steadiest hands out of all of us.”

At least they have a little bit of trust left for me. That’s something.

Viktor and I follow the three of them inside. Jonah starts to take her into the family room, but Willow quickly shakes her head,

“Can you take me upstairs so I can change? I have a rip up the side of my dress that’s been growing the whole car ride, and since I’m not wearing anything underneath, I’m about to flash all of you.”

It’s not the image I need to visualize with the erection I’m still currently trying to fight down.

As Jonah takes her upstairs and Kwil heads for the kitchen where the first aid supplies are kept, I move into the living room. I stop in the middle of the room and close my eyes, trying not to imagine Willow being peeled out of that dress.

“You good?”

Viktor’s voice startles me. My face grows hot as I get caught unaware. I should have heard him come into the living room. I turn around to catch him shrugging off his jacket and placing it on the back of the chair.

“I’m fine.”

Viktor regards me with a hard expression before he sits down, kicks out his legs in front of him, and rolls up his sleeves. “Good, because I need to fill you in on what the warlock told us before Willow drops some more news on us.”

I straighten as Viktor rubs his eyes and sighs. Are they bothering him? When his hand drops away from his face, he regards me curiously. I’m surprised by how grim he appears. Where’s his outrage? The rude commentary? He’s been strangely subdued for a week now. I’m sure a storm is brewing, and after what we just went through, I expected him to snap. So where is it?

Kwil walks back into the room. “Your kit is well stocked.”

He places it on the coffee table before flopping down onto the couch.

“Viktor here was just about to give us a quick update about what happened over dinner.” I nudge my head to the strangely solemn Fae.

Viktor leans forward onto his forearms he’s braced against his thighs. Our eyes meet.

“You won’t use the information I give you against Willow, understood?”

I blink in surprise before chagrin burns through me.

“Understood.” Before Viktor can press on, I have to add, “I’m on Willow’s side from now on, Viktor. Kwil.” I look over at my mutated brother, who has grown stiff. “I promise.”

“Good, then let’s go over everything,” Viktor grumbles.

Quickly he dives into what he’s learned. I listen closely.

“How’d he gain access to the Third Realm?” I ask as Jonah carries Willow into the room. “Through a ripple?”

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