Howling Under the Mistletoe: A Howls Romance (Cursed Howlidays Book 1) by Gwen Knight

Author:Gwen Knight [Knight, Gwen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-06T18:30:00+00:00

No rest for the wicked—wasn’t that what people said? And Knox was the epitome of wicked. I’d barely come down off my sixth or seventh orgasm when his tongue started me on the next. My back arched off the bed, my hands clutching the blankets as I held on for dear life.

“Knox,” I gasped, my voice breathy.

A deep growl rumbled between my thighs, his eyes flashing open and finding me in the darkness. Responding likewise, I gripped his shoulders and hauled him up my body. My knees gripped his sides, and I rolled us across the bed until he sprawled beneath me. I grasped his hands, then lifted them over his head and pinned them to the bed. I wouldn’t be able to hold him there. He was larger, stronger, faster. And I didn’t want to. It was all a game. A game I wanted to end.

My lips curled back as I panted for air, claws sprouting out of the same fingers encircling his wrists. I leaned down and captured his mouth, plunging my tongue between his teeth. I felt it then. His fangs, long and sharp in his mouth. The feel of them against my tongue startled me. I rose back and gazed down at him, awareness creeping into my head.

His eyes. They blazed with heat.

I lifted my tongue, my eyes shooting wide when they touched my own fangs. I felt the burn then, the claw marks cut into my sides.

“Shit.” I forced myself to roll off him. My weight crashed to the floor in an ungraceful heap, but I didn’t care. Holy hell. Just like that, I’d figured it all out. “Knox!”

The bed shifted and before I could rise, he appeared above me.

“No. Knox. Wait!”

He blinked down at me, his mouth pulled into a grimace. “Can’t.”

“You can,” I panted, all the while trying not to freak out. He had me pinned to the floor, his weight holding me in place. “Think. Think this through. The mistletoe. You touched it. I touched it.”

“Mistletoe?” he grunted. “Who gives a shit about mistletoe?” His lowered down over me and brushed his mouth against my throat. “You smell so good.”

I shivered. And not with anticipation. “Do I? Take a deep breath, Knox. What do you smell? It isn’t lust anymore, is it?”

He lifted his head, his gaze alight with amber. “You’re afraid.”

“Yes. I’m afraid.” Partly because it was taking every last bit of my willpower to restrain myself. I wanted him as he did me. The scent of his skin, the feel of him settled between my legs, the warmth of his body. Oh, God. “Knox. Please. Think this through.”

“Don’t wanna.” He stole another kiss. Moaning into his mouth, I succumbed. He tasted like bliss and freedom. I arched my hips into him, desperate to join with him again.

My tongue nicked his fangs and blood welled in our mouths.

Knox broke from the kiss and lifted his head. Confusion dimmed his eyes. “Rumor?”

The sound of his voice helped center me. “Right. Right. Rumor. The mistletoe.

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