Resting Witch Face (Stay a Spell, #5)

by Juliette Cross

Obsessed, stupefied, besotted. None of them quite measured up to the truth, to the emotion that had wrapped an iron fist around my heart at the sight of her tonight.

It would feel so real for that split second before I fully awoke that I’d choke back a sob when reality washed over me.

“There is one thing you cannot ever do again,” I growled, trying to rein in my temper, “and that is question my loyalty. There has been no one since you. And never will be again. No one.”

She was right next door, yet still a million miles away.

“What do you want?” I hissed, demanding the full truth from my vampire. A feral growl that would’ve frightened any normal, self-preserving person vibrated in the air. The sound merely tightened my nipples and coaxed a pool of warmth between my thighs. “Your cum and your blood down my fucking throat.”

She wouldn’t give me her blood, but she would give me her body precisely as I demanded it.

Cocooned in his arms next to his body, I did something I hadn’t done in years, perhaps in my whole adult life. I let someone else carry the burden of caring for me and keeping me safe and secure and warm.

His grin against the back of my hand was the wickedest I’d ever seen. “You’ve got that fucking right, darling.”