Wolf, Willow, Witch (The Gideon Testaments, #2)

by Freydís Moon

Power was a borrowed thing.

“Your ancestors conquered the land and the sea,” she whispered, staring at her reflection. “You are a daughter of Freya, child of the north, descendent of shield-maidens.” She nodded at herself. “Take no shit, bitch.”

“You’re not, like, vegan, right? Or Keto or whatever?” “I was dead this morning,”

Armie Hammer, Ivanka Trump, a wild raccoon. Fuck, marry, kill.” Lincoln chewed slowly. “Fuck Armie Hammer, kill the Trump princess, marry the raccoon.”

Some past lives were impossible to kill.

Power resembled pheromones; everyone had a unique flavor. But Lincoln motherfuckin’ Stone… He tasted off. Scarred. Defying death by way of brutality, lust, passion—deep, unyielding want—had left him smoky and well-worn. That taste was a warning.

“Lincoln Stone, will you pretty please help me infiltrate the LuLaRoe equivalent to Jesus Camp or do I have to find someone else to be my broody spiritual battery?”

“I can teach you patience; I can give you power.” Laughter gusted across her neck, gritty and tempered. “I can make you worse,” he whispered, pressing his clothed cock between her legs, “if you let me.”

oH