The Billionaire Werewolf's Witch (Paranormal Shifter Witch Romance): Howls Romance by Celia Kyle

Author:Celia Kyle [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Published: 2017-04-17T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Because you’re mine.

The three words had tumbled through Rachel’s mind the remainder of the night, and into the next morning as she tossed and turned in the unfamiliar bed. Her thoughts had whirled for hours after plopping onto the uncomfortable mattress and sleep had been long in coming.

Because you’re mine.

Grant hadn’t wanted to sleep alone. He’d growled and grumbled when she’d hopped into bed and then snuggled and hugged the blanket around her body. He’d practically snarled when she kicked him out of the room.

Because you’re mine.

Wolves only made a claim like that for one reason…

Because you’re mine.

She didn’t want to believe his words. She was a college dropout, no-longer-pre-law student and sub-standard secretary. He was… Grant Hemming, President of Hemming Industries, had a bank account with an insane amount of zeroes, and was Alpha of the Hemming Pack.

Had she ever tapped into her abilities as a watcher, hell, accepted her position as watcher, she would have known to run far and fast from Hemming Industries.

Super far. Like, China.

Because you’re mine.

Grant had to have been teasing, trying to lure her into bed for a little bow-chicka-bow-bow to make her more malleable. Hell, it probably would have been a little “thank you” for helping him out with the pack.

There. Now that she’d figured it out, she didn’t feel quite so spastic.

It was a pity flirtation.

A heavy knock on the bedroom door yanked her from her thoughts, and the portal swung open on silent hinges.

The man hadn’t even asked before barging in.

“You’re awake.” His feet made barely a sound as he padded across the room, coffee mug in hand.

She forgave him. He came with coffee, after all. It was morning. Well, evening, actually. The sun was dipping toward the horizon in a glorious sunset. She’d been up all night with that damned contract and the books Great Aunt Petunia had sent over. The wrinkly old gal still had some magic in her. While the woman wasn’t a Marrok descendant and couldn’t help Rachel conjure the original agreement, she had been able to send the journals over with a magical poof.

Arms extended, she reached for the steaming mug at his approach, not caring if it was black or loaded down with cream and sugar. It was coffee!

Fingers within inches of the ceramic mug, she watched as it was snatched from her near-grasp and held aside, just out of reach.

“Hey!”

Attention diverted by her lack of caffeinated goodness, Grant leaned in and then his lips were on hers.

Rachel couldn’t do a thing about it. Not that she particularly wanted to stop him.

No, his lips were as soft as she remembered, tongue just as warm as he lapped at her mouth, and teeth just as maddening when he nibbled her flesh.

His kiss was breathtaking and seductive, sweet and passionate, and way, way too addictive. He enticed her with delicate sweeps of his tongue, beguiled her with the heated flavors of his mouth and outright made her shudder with need.

The man, the wolf, was dangerous.

And she liked it.

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