Witches Get Stitches (Stay a Spell, #3)

by Juliette Cross

I could taste his dominance from here, and yet he was also giving off cinnamon-roll vibes. What a paradox this werewolf was.

“And when we did, the earth opened up beneath my feet.”

“You may need something. Keep the key, Violet.”

I shrugged a shoulder, unable to tell her that I couldn’t help but smile when she said she was going to conquer the world because, one, I believed her and two...two... I wanted Violet Savoie with every leaden beat of my besotted heart.

When she plunked down, I grabbed the back of her chair and hauled her against my side. Leaning into her ear, I whispered low, “That was…fucking amazing.”

The chair slide will ALWAYS get me.

“Fishing for compliments?” I arched an eyebrow, trying to play off some of the sexual tension ratcheting up like a fucking rocket at the moment. “Yeah,” he said evenly, leaning in even closer. “From you, I’d beg for them.”

“We’re friends,” I said stupidly, my odd protest sounding weak even to myself. “No, we’re not.” His green eyes had gone deep-woods dark, an aggressive tint that had me hypnotized. I couldn’t look away.

“I don’t care,” I snipped like a petulant child. “Such a bad liar.” “I hate you.” “Still lying.” “Stop talking and fucking kiss me.” “There’s my girl.”

“Yes, baby,” I whispered against her mouth

He dipped his mouth close to my ear, “I can be gentle, too.” He sucked on my earlobe and nipped lightly.

“Let me take care of you, baby.”

Then Mateo sauntered out from the area of the bathrooms and froze. “Oh, fuck.”

“Listen, motherfucker. If you touch a hair on her head, I’ll eviscerate you. They’ll never find the body.”