Kiera Hudson & The Adoring Artist (Kiera Hudson Series Three Book 3) by Tim O'Rourke
Authors: Tim O'Rourke
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Payne. And besides, Murphy is still injured from…”
“There are more than just the six of us,” Potter said.
“How many exactly?” I asked.
“Hundreds,” Potter whispered, rolling onto his front again and peering back down into the valley. “If we head back now…”
“We don’t have time,” I said.
“We can fly – it won’t take us more than a few…”
“No,” I insisted. “I’m not going to start a war.”
“The war started with the wolves way before you showed up pouting your hot-lips and fluttering your long eyelashes?”
“Don’t you dare patronise me, Potter,” I snapped at him.
“I’m not,” he hit back. “I’m just trying to tell you that marching down into that valley isn’t going to save your friend – it will get him killed – it will get all three of us killed – and I’m not putting my life on the line for some kid who gets his kicks by finger-painting and riding around on a push bike like Old-Mother-Fucking-Hubbard.”
“What about putting your life on the line for me?” I whispered, leaning in and kissing him gently on the mouth.
Chapter Nineteen
Potter kissed me back with an urgency I hadn’t felt in him before. His tongue darted into my mouth and I screwed my eyes tight. Not because I wasn’t enjoying the kiss we were now sharing – I feared that I would come to enjoy it too much and be unable to stop. But I had to – for now at least. Easing myself away, Potter looked into my eyes. I looked hard back into his for any sign of my Potter looking back at me. Was he in there somewhere, fighting to reach out? By kissing the Potter I now held in my arms, would it bring my Potter forward – bring him out of the layer that he was now in, bring us back together? And if it was my Potter that I was already holding onto, would kissing him make him remember me all the more? Was it a chance – a risk – worth taking?
I closed one hand around one of Potter’s and stood up. “Come with me,” I whispered, leading him back down the hill in the direction that we had come. We had passed a small crop of trees not far from the crest of the hill. I headed toward it.
“Where are we going?” Potter asked. “I thought you wanted to save…”
“I do,” I said, knowing that time was fast running out. “But there is something I need to tell you first.”
“Couldn’t you tell me back there?” Potter said, nodding back over his shoulder.
“No,” I said, heading back down the hillside toward the trees.
Reaching them, I pulled him into the shade. I walked deep amongst the trees until we were concealed from the world beyond. Once we were hidden from view, I pushed Potter hard in the chest, his back slammed into the nearest tree trunk.
“What are you doing?” Potter asked.
“This,” I said, lunging at him. I crushed my mouth over his, jabbing and prodding at his tongue with my own. Without any further encouragement from me, I felt Potter lose one hand in my hair as the other slid up beneath the hoodie I was wearing as he sought out my breasts. Potter thrust his hips forward into mine. I ground myself against him. With my eyes screwed tight again, I fought the overwhelming desire to fully let go. To be with him like this, my Potter or not, was pushing temptation too far. It would have taken very little for me to fully let go and let us take each other – to make love like we had once done.
“Could you ever love a wolf?” I whispered in his ear.
“No,” he whispered back, pushing me back down onto the ground.
With his eyes locked onto mine, he lowered himself down on top of me. He kissed my neck and I saw a snapshot image of him biting Sophie. Tears stung in my eyes. But through them I saw what I needed, what would help achieve what I’d intended to do when leading Potter amongst the trees.
I reached for the rock that lay just feet away amongst the dead leaves. I closed my fist around it.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear.
“I’m
“There are more than just the six of us,” Potter said.
“How many exactly?” I asked.
“Hundreds,” Potter whispered, rolling onto his front again and peering back down into the valley. “If we head back now…”
“We don’t have time,” I said.
“We can fly – it won’t take us more than a few…”
“No,” I insisted. “I’m not going to start a war.”
“The war started with the wolves way before you showed up pouting your hot-lips and fluttering your long eyelashes?”
“Don’t you dare patronise me, Potter,” I snapped at him.
“I’m not,” he hit back. “I’m just trying to tell you that marching down into that valley isn’t going to save your friend – it will get him killed – it will get all three of us killed – and I’m not putting my life on the line for some kid who gets his kicks by finger-painting and riding around on a push bike like Old-Mother-Fucking-Hubbard.”
“What about putting your life on the line for me?” I whispered, leaning in and kissing him gently on the mouth.
Chapter Nineteen
Potter kissed me back with an urgency I hadn’t felt in him before. His tongue darted into my mouth and I screwed my eyes tight. Not because I wasn’t enjoying the kiss we were now sharing – I feared that I would come to enjoy it too much and be unable to stop. But I had to – for now at least. Easing myself away, Potter looked into my eyes. I looked hard back into his for any sign of my Potter looking back at me. Was he in there somewhere, fighting to reach out? By kissing the Potter I now held in my arms, would it bring my Potter forward – bring him out of the layer that he was now in, bring us back together? And if it was my Potter that I was already holding onto, would kissing him make him remember me all the more? Was it a chance – a risk – worth taking?
I closed one hand around one of Potter’s and stood up. “Come with me,” I whispered, leading him back down the hill in the direction that we had come. We had passed a small crop of trees not far from the crest of the hill. I headed toward it.
“Where are we going?” Potter asked. “I thought you wanted to save…”
“I do,” I said, knowing that time was fast running out. “But there is something I need to tell you first.”
“Couldn’t you tell me back there?” Potter said, nodding back over his shoulder.
“No,” I said, heading back down the hillside toward the trees.
Reaching them, I pulled him into the shade. I walked deep amongst the trees until we were concealed from the world beyond. Once we were hidden from view, I pushed Potter hard in the chest, his back slammed into the nearest tree trunk.
“What are you doing?” Potter asked.
“This,” I said, lunging at him. I crushed my mouth over his, jabbing and prodding at his tongue with my own. Without any further encouragement from me, I felt Potter lose one hand in my hair as the other slid up beneath the hoodie I was wearing as he sought out my breasts. Potter thrust his hips forward into mine. I ground myself against him. With my eyes screwed tight again, I fought the overwhelming desire to fully let go. To be with him like this, my Potter or not, was pushing temptation too far. It would have taken very little for me to fully let go and let us take each other – to make love like we had once done.
“Could you ever love a wolf?” I whispered in his ear.
“No,” he whispered back, pushing me back down onto the ground.
With his eyes locked onto mine, he lowered himself down on top of me. He kissed my neck and I saw a snapshot image of him biting Sophie. Tears stung in my eyes. But through them I saw what I needed, what would help achieve what I’d intended to do when leading Potter amongst the trees.
I reached for the rock that lay just feet away amongst the dead leaves. I closed my fist around it.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear.
“I’m
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