Shadows Of A Wolf Moon(63)
“I don’t think you need to be going. I don’t trust that witch.”
“Why do you think I’m going? After seeing how Shelly was all over you? Forget it, Lucien. I’m going.”
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Lucien tried to persuade her not to go, but Catty wasn’t having it. She definitely wasn’t going to let him be alone with the witch. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Lucien. She did. Somehow she felt this draw, this compulsion, to trust him.
It was the witch she didn’t trust.
As soon as they made it back to his motorcycle, they took off.
She laid her head on his back as he tore down the highway on his Harley. She tightened her arms around his lean waist. She loved how he felt against her, like he was the missing piece of her body.
When he reached down and held his hand over hers in an affectionate touch, it nearly melted her heart. He could be so intense in bed and so gentle out of it.
She closed her eyes, letting herself envision a life with Lucien. A home, lazy nights making love, and, maybe a few years down the line, a child or two.
Tightening her arms around his waist, she settled into the trip, holding on to her fantasies and her love for him, which was growing with each mile.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The sun dipped low over the horizon by the time they hit the city limits of Yazoo City. He lowered his speed and pulled into a crowded gas station.
She climbed off the bike and he followed.
“I’m getting gas so once we meet with this chick we can haul ass out of here.” He glanced around as people passed him by. “I don’t like staying longer than I have to.”
“Me either.” She dug in her jeans pocket and pulled out a couple of bills. “I’m going to grab a water. Do you want something?”
He stared at her for a beat, and a seductive smile spread across his handsome face. “Yeah. There is something I want.” He pulled her into his arms. She smiled before he dipped his head and kissed her lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with lust. “I want you.”
“After we get what we need from this witch, you can have me,” she whispered near his ear. “I promise.”
He groaned and let her go.
She couldn’t stop smiling as she walked into the convince store.
When she came out, he was waiting by the door.
Her stomach warmed at the sight of him on the Harley. Dark hair and leather jacket made him look like something off a biker magazine.
She opened the bottle of water and took a drink, then handed it to him.
She watched as the condensed water dripped from his hand onto his shirt. A couple of girls passed by, and both gawked at him. She turned her glare on them and growled.
Lucien laughed and pulled her into his chest. “Easy, baby.” He nuzzled her ear. “I don’t need you shifting in front of everyone.”
She kept her gaze on the two girls as they hurried inside the store. “I don’t need to shift in order to rip their throats out. I can do that now.”
“I have no doubt.” He pulled her down for a heated kiss. Between the heat of the day and the heat of the kiss, she was going to burst into flames.
She climbed on behind him and held on tight as he maneuvered out of the gas station and back on the street.
They drove down the residential area of town toward the cemetery. Kids were playing in their front yards while parents talked to neighbors. The scent of freshly mowed grass made Catty long for her home and the days of her childhood when she’d felt safe and loved and cherished.
She swallowed the knot in her throat as she thought of her mom and dad and most of all Zane. He was one person she’d always wanted to make proud.
Now she never would.
Purple streaks stretched across the sky as the day faded. Soon it would be dark. The heat wound about her like a heavy wool blanket, threatening to drown her in the humidity.
Lucien took a right.
When he turned down Main Street, she knew they were not even close to their destination.
He slowed his speed along the street flanked by rows and rows of tall buildings that had been there for a while. The buildings were each painted a different pastel color, and it reminded her of a picture she’d once seen of Rainbow Row, the famous street in Charleston, South Carolina.
He pulled into an empty parking space and killed the engine.
She slid off the bike and waited for him.
“What are we doing here?” She looked around at the quaint shops and stores.
“Getting something to eat.” He nodded at a restaurant named Tom’s and lowered his voice. “The witch can’t perform the spell until midnight. A full moon at midnight is the best time for the spell, or so I’ve been told. We have hours. Figured we could grab a bite first, since nothing will be open after midnight.”