'I want this. Want you.'
His response is instantaneous.
Josephine's back hits the ground of the forest, then Riven is on top of her, caging her body in.
He practically feeds on the startled - yet eager - gasp that she makes.
She whimpers, a low whine that practically bleeds from the back of her throat, then she reaches up to caress his cheek.
Touch me, she had told him moments ago. Chase me, have me. Well, he's holding back by a fucking thread.
And he has to hold back. She isn't a witch - that much he knows now.
Riven cocks his head, takes her in, his green eyes glinting pleasantly in the orange haze of moonlight. 'Are you scared? Mortal girls are delicate.'
Her blue eyes stare back, wide and almost transfixed, a flush spreading down her chest and up her neck. 'No.'
She's wearing too much and too little at the same time.
He growls lowly, but then shame is crawling up the back of his neck. She isn't a witch, isn't meant for me -
But he's imprinting on her and he knows it.
-
Josephine Mills has just gotten dumped by her first love, and her best friend isn't having it. The two girls go to StrangeTown - a mythical place home to witches, ghouls, and familiars - to pay a witch for a curse.
Riven Payne is the town's outcast. At the age of thirty, he's meant to already have imprinted on a witch. But when he runs into Josephine Mills - entirely mortal, entirely trouble - his world turns on its axis.