the Witches of Pleasant Grove series and is about a witch who falls in love with a demon who needs her help to break a curse. The book is spicy and open-door, and is recommended for readers aged 18 and up.( just formalities)
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Fuck That was the first thought that had sprung to mind as Willow released me from the cursed prison I'd been in.
I'd barely been able to make it to her as her body fell to the ground, practically lifeless. If it hadn't been for my demon abilities that superhuman speed-I would have lost my shit. Maybe I still was.
Because my heart was racing, even as she gave me a small smile from her bed. I couldn't help
myself. That was the only explanation for what slipped out of my mouth. I've got you. Nothing will happen to you as long as I'm here, Willow. I vow it.
Why had I said those words? Maybe I'd been thinking them, but they slipped out before I could stop myself.
The second I'd gotten my form back, when all of my powers had drawn back into my body, the truth had clicked in place.
Her scent hit me like a lightning bolt to my system. Mine.
She was mine.
How did I not see it sooner? How had that curse clouded my thoughts so fully?
Especially when I knew what it was like to find your-
"You're really fine?" Willow's question interrupted my thoughts. Her eyes were wide, the green hue so bright.
"For fuck's sake," I muttered, thrusting my head into my hands. Willow was concerned about me? Even though I'd been the one to carry her weak body to this room? "You're the one that was hurt, and you're asking me?"
A small smile curled upon her lips. "You're not a cat."
"I told you I wasn't." My lip twitched. It was hard not to give her the same expression back. "Still, I couldn't be sure. Who would believe a talking cat?"
I chuckled. "Nothing gets past you, little witch, hm?"
Willow yawned, stretching her arms out. "What time is it?" I glanced at the clock that sat on her bedside table. "Three AM."
"I was out for that long? Gods."
"Yes." My head tipped down in a brief nod.
I'd sat by her bedside for hours, terrified that her breaking my curse had caused some irreparable damage to my witch. What I would do if it had, I didn't know, but... I didn't leave. Even though her scent was intoxicating to my system. I wondered if I was already addicted to it. If the way I craved
her, down to my being, was normal. I needed to keep my distance. To stay away. To not let my primal instincts take over.
I cleared my throat. "Now that I know you're awake, I should let you sleep. We can talk more in the morning." "Mmm." Willow's eyes drifted closed once more, the ghost of a smile still carved onto her lips.
Stay. The voice crept into my mind, soft and sweet. Hers. Rolling my head back, I let out a sigh of relief. Willow was okay. It would be fine.
And... it was good to be back in my proper form. I flexed my hands, staring at my fingers. Touching her was bad. I knew it as soon as I had picked her up into my arms, carrying her limp
body back to her bedroom, laying her under her comforter and making sure she was comfortable. Because touching her... was going to make me want more.
And I couldn't give her that. I wasn't worthy of it.
What business did I have coming in here, messing up her life, anyway? She'd adopted a cat, expecting a lifelong feline friend.
Instead, she'd gotten me.
A tricky, conniving asshole who wasn't even honest with his purpose here. And yet I couldn't look away. Couldn't force myself to part from her. Fuck, but I didn't want to. Maybe I didn't need to come to terms with the truths I'd realized today, but I'd think about those
later. About what they meant. Instead, I'd stay here, just like this-watching her sleep.
"Good morning," Willow said with a yawn, tightening the robe around her waist. When she saw me standing at her fridge, looking at its contents, she raised an eyebrow. "What are you
doing?"
"Making breakfast?" I answered. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"You...you can cook ?"
"Of course I can cook. There's a lot you don't know about me, after all." I smirked.
"Huh." She blinked, as if taking in my form for the first time. Taking in me.
I'd never been insecure about my appearance. From a young age, even in the demon realm, they had praised me for my looks. My dark hair and pale skin. But to have Willow's eyes on me, tracing
over every inch of my six-foot-six frame, was something completely different. When I'd shifted back into my form, I'd had half a thought to conjure clothes before scooping her
up. I was still wearing that same tight black t-shirt and pants. In all the heyday with making sure she was okay, I hadn't changed this morning. But watching the way her eyes trailed appreciatively down
my body, I was almost glad I didn't.
No one had ever looked at me like that before. It was a curious stare, like she couldn't believe who stood in her kitchen.
Closing the refrigerator doors so the food wouldn't spoil, I moved to stand in front of her. "You did it," I confirmed, willing myself not to touch her. To take a step back. I couldn't think
straight with her this close to me. Not with her scent invading all of my senses.
How had I not noticed before just how lovely she was? Even with her hair tousled from sleep and in hardly more than pajamas, she was beautiful. I towered over her, and it struck me how much smaller she was than me when I was in this form. Little was fitting. In every sense of the word.I had to be at least a foot taller than her.
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