The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 235

Book 3 Chapter 70

~DANTE~

“I’m taking you home,” I inform her.

She grabs my arms, stopping me from going anywhere. “No!” She gasps. “I can’t wait that long, Dante. I need you now. I need you to help me.”

I can’t. I can’t help her.

That would mean doing the one thing I wasn’t ready for. I didn’t want to take something so special from Willow when I wasn’t prepared to give myself fully to her.

“Willow,” I growl. “No. I can’t.”

She grabs my hair and stares straight into my eyes. “It hurts Dante. I need you to stop the pain.”

Her head hits the seat, and she screams. My heart doesn’t know how to handle her pain. What the hell was happening to me?

“What’s happening to me?” She cries. “Why is it so painful?”

I had to do something, anything, to make the pain easier for her.

I took her into my arms and carried her into the truck’s backseat. I sat down and pulled her on top of me.

“Dante?” she cries. I swallow at the confusion in her eyes. She knew nothing about this. If she’d known, she would have had a completely different reaction.

“You’re going into heat.” I try to explain to her.

“What does that mean?” She gasps. I could feel her tears against my chest, making me growl. I didn’t like her crying; I didn’t like seeing her in any kind of pain. I wanted to do anything possible to ease that pain, but I wasn’t ready for this. Not in the least.

seed inside

eyes as my words finally registered in her

“W-what?”

that’s why I’d never seen her do anything like her mother. She didn’t know

means I have to f**k you, Willow,” I growl. “I have to f**k you over and over again. Multiple times until

are wide with shock,

It wasn’t time. But I never expected this to happen to Willow. In all my years of being with Anya, she’s never gone into heat. Willow was younger than her sister, but yet

from me. I’d run

grabs my shirt and pulls me closer to her, “you have to, Dante. You have to. I can’t take this pain. It’s too much for me. I’m in so much pain. Please, do this

“I can’t do this

a desperate attempt to convince me, “You’re wrong. I’m in love with a man who loves my sister. I’m jealous of my dead sister, who has done

make me do this to you, Willow,” I beg her.

cries, and

f**k. f**k. f**k.

pants and pulls it out. It’s in her hands now, and damn it; it’s the hottest thing I’d ever

my f*****g d**k in her hands was unlike anything

mouth when she

demand. She was bare

touches her opening, and I wince at how good

Motherfucker.

“Fuck—ah. Stop.” I groan.

was going to make me