Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

For all the girls who want a six and a half foot tall winged man to swoop in and tell them that they’re fated mates. (Me too.)

Let’s pumpkin spice things up a bit,

But something was missing. Orgasms. Yes, that was definitely it.

“You. Will. Not. Touch. Her.”

“Toto, we’re not in Pleasant Grove anymore,” I muttered under my breath, looking around the room.

“You’re not a distraction,” I promised. You’re my salvation.

It was like he was claiming me as his equal. And I didn’t know what to do with that.

“Because you’re my light in the dark. You shine so bright, Luna. I never thought… No, could have never even imagined you. How you would illuminate my entire world.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” I admitted.

Swoon. He would always be the most handsome man I’d ever seen. Demon or not.

“Fuck, you look like…” “What?” I batted my eyelashes. “Mine,”

“I wanted you to choose me, not to be forced or without a decision. But I’m a selfish bastard, Luna. You deserve so much better than me.”

Like nothing mattered but her. That I’d forsake the whole damn kingdom just for her. She was my everything.

“I’ll never give you up.”

“My mate,” I groaned. “My wife.”

“My wife. My queen. My mate.”

“What do I smell like?” “Mine.”

“My wife,” he growled. “My mate. Mine.”

“Where is she?”