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.)

But maybe it was time to take matters into my own hands. If he wouldn’t bring her to me—fine. I’d go get her myself.

Secretly, I thrived in the night. I always felt like I had my best ideas when the moon was still high in the sky. Like it somehow called to me. To the magic in my veins.

I could sense her before I could see her. The knowledge that the girl I had been waiting for was in the same room as me was almost overwhelming. Every nerve of my body was instantly alert—searching.

I’d waited centuries for her, and even in the darkest of days, I’d known that the knowledge of her was too tempting a fantasy to fall into. To let myself bathe in her light was more than I could ever hope for.

“Your hair,” he murmured, reaching out to tug at a strand. “It’s like moonlight.” His eyes flashed gold for a moment. I blinked, and they were back to normal.

He chuckled. “Would you like that, moonbeam?” Moonbeam. The nickname lit me up inside, filling me with a strange warmth.

She was light. Pure, unfettered light. How could I tarnish that with my darkness?

I licked them clean as Luna propped herself up with her elbows. Watching me like a cat poised to strike, ready to catch her prey. A queen perched atop her throne.

I’d fucked everything up. Part of me had known I would because I couldn’t stay away from her. She was like a drug, and I wanted more of her in my system.

How would she feel when she found out I’d been here to snatch her away? To spirit her to my realm like Hades stole Persephone? But had he stolen her, or had she gone willingly? It all depended on who was telling the tale.

How could such a sin be such an utter temptation? Clearly, I was weak.

“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.”

“And now?” I rested our foreheads together. “I want you still. In any way you’ll have me. I want you, Luna. Your body, mind, and heart. Just as I always have.”

Last night was new. A little girl with pale hair and violet eyes was holding hands with a dark-haired boy who looked around the same age. He had the same golden eyes I’d always seen.

starved. “Yes, you are,” he agreed. “Now, let me worship you.”