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.

unless I bury my seed inside you, you’ll be in plenty of

eyes as my words finally

“W-what?”

understanding me. It seems that Willow’s mother didn’t teach her anything about werewolves or witches. Maybe that’s why I’d never seen her do

I have to f**k you, Willow,” I growl. “I have to f**k you over

wide with shock, “f-fuck

the past that I wouldn’t do that to her. Not until I was sure that I was worthy of being inside her. It wasn’t time. But I never expected this to happen to Willow. In all my years

what she clearly needed from me. I’d run from it long enough; now, there

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.

her face with both hands. “I can’t do this to you. I can’t. You deserve more than this. You deserve so

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 nothing but love me. I’m

me do this to

cries, and my d**k stirs

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

eyes almost pop out of my head when she reaches into my pants and pulls it out.

my f*****g d**k in her hands was unlike anything I’d ever had the pleasure of

my mouth when she tries to rub it against

underneath?” I demand. She was bare

her opening, and I wince at how good

Motherfucker.

“Fuck—ah. Stop.” I groan.

going to make me lose my f*****g