Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I supposed that made sense, considering that she had admitted to being “half Succubus.” Like every other Were I knew, I’d been warned about interacting with any kind of demonic Creatures—especially those that drew their life-force from other mortals and magical beings. But I couldn’t help feeling intrigued by Goldie—everything about her was almost too much, from her abundant curves to her long golden curls. I felt like a man who’d been given just a taste of a delectable dessert and now I wanted more.
But I was pretty sure that Ronan didn’t feel the same way. He was always suspicious of any kind of magic user.
Being Weres, we can’t do magic ourselves—our magic is in our blood and it gives us the ability to Shift. But those who can take the invisible power that’s floating around all of us all the time and twist it to their will, well, they’re a different breed from us. And Weres don’t like things—or people—who are different. Which is why we mostly stick to our own kind and stay far away from human habitation.
But here we were, getting ready to follow Goldie through the town and tell our sad story to a complete stranger. We would be letting others know we were vulnerable—something Weres almost never do.
I just hoped I wouldn’t regret my decision to refuse Ronan’s leadership and insist that we talk to this new witch. But if she could help us lift the curse that sat at the back of my neck like an iron brick, well then, it would be worth the risk.
And at the very least maybe we could spend more time with Goldie. I knew it wasn’t right, but I couldn’t help wanting to touch her again…and maybe to taste her too.
7
RONAN
Ilooked around the living room as I waited impatiently for the Succubus to change her clothes. It was a nice area, I had to admit. But not nice enough to keep me here if she didn’t hurry the fuck up.
I still felt strongly that it was the wrong move to show our weakness to a magic user—especially a Succubus. I’d heard all the stories about them sucking unsuspecting males dry and leaving them like discarded husks in the forest. Not that I’d ever run across a male in that state—but then I’d never met up with a real Succubus either. To be honest, this one surprised me.
No matter what she said about the Laws of Hospitality, she didn’t really have to help us break our curse. I wondered if she was for real…or if she was just trying to lure us into her bed.
Not that it would take much luring, I had to admit grudgingly to myself. She was fucking gorgeous—I loved her full curves and big breasts. Also, it had been fucking hot to watch Finn stroking her pussy. The soft, helpless noises she made when she was about to come—
Stop! I scolded myself. You know better—fucking stop it right now! She’s a Succubus—you can’t trust her.
But I was trusting her enough to let her take us to her friend. I wasn’t very fucking happy about that but I had to admit that Finn had a point when he said we needed help or the curse was going to take us over, just like it had taken Thorne.
I still missed the leader of our little Bear Clan. I wondered if there was anything left of his mind or if he was fully a Beast now since he’d been trapped permanently in his Fur Form. If only—
The thought was wiped from my mind when Goldie came back into the living room. She’d only been gone for a moment, but she’d managed to put on an outfit that put the waitressing uniform she’d been wearing earlier to shame.
She was wearing a pair of jeans so tight I swear they looked fucking painted on. They hugged her full hips and her heart-shaped ass in a way that made my mouth dry. On top she had on a slinky black sweater made of soft-looking fur that hugged her tits and showed so much cleavage a man could dive in and get lost.
“Like what you see, Ronan?” she purred and I realized that my eyes were glued to her breasts.
“Fuck!” I muttered and dragged my eyes away. “How long does this lust-spell you put on us last, anyway?” I demanded, staring at a picture on her wall so my eyes wouldn’t be pulled back to her chest.
“I don’t know—this is the first time I’ve tried it,” she said lightly, pulling on a light jacket over the sweater. “Anyway, we have more important things to worry about now. Let’s go see if we can break your curse. Then maybe we can talk about…other things.”
She winked at me and I scowled back. She might be gorgeous and so fucking sexy it hurt to look at her, but I still didn’t trust her.