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  “Why do you cover for her? My brother would never lie to me. He’s dead because of her.” Eliza’s hand fisted at her side.

  Evan walked over to stand beside Geneva. He clasped her hand. She found the light grip reassuring. They’d said the woman was probably crazy and it seemed they were right. The woman wouldn’t believe even the Council member. It was rare that a member of the Council took the side of a person who wasn’t a member of the local Coven.

  “Your brother did lie.” Sara took another step forward. “Come with us, Eliza. It’s time.”

  The woman spun to face Geneva and Evan. Geneva could see the anger and hate in the witch’s eyes. She took a step forward. Geneva didn’t see anything but she felt the magic flare.

  “You’re not hurting her,” Evan said calmly.

  “No, you’re not. It’s over.” Sara stepped up behind Eliza and put her hand on Eliza’s shoulder.

  Eliza seemed to wilt. Geneva felt another wave of magic. She guessed that this time Sara wasn’t taking any chances. Sara had probably locked the woman’s powers until she could be judged by the Council.

  “I’m sorry her condition wasn’t noticed. We’ll take care of her magic and get her some help, but…” Sara’s voice trailed off as she stepped out from behind Eliza. The older woman met Geneva’s eyes.

  “But she might not follow the advice or give up her vendetta.” Geneva nodded.

  She didn’t have any illusions that just the woman’s capture would solve everything. After a stint in a witch-friendly hospital, the woman would probably be released without any supervision. She wouldn’t have any powers, but magic was only one way to cause problems.

  “Right. We’ll notify you when she’s released, but you’ll have to be careful.”

  “No, she won’t.” Steven’s voice rang in the silence following the Councilwoman’s warning. “After she’s released, Eliza will have to face charges. She used humans for assaults on Geneva and attempted to kill two people.”

  Sara looked at Steven. She raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say a word. Geneva was surprised. She knew that normally any member of the Council would have argued about the Coven policing their own people. She’d heard it many times from both the witches and the wizards in many cases.

  “You can’t let them do that,” Eliza said as she was led away from the group.

  Geneva couldn’t make out Sara’s reply, but knew the woman had said something. She just hoped the witches didn’t hide Eliza. She didn’t want to have to live in fear for the rest of her life. Now that the threat was finally over, she was looking forward to a lot of things.

  “She’s caught. You can get back to a normal life now,” Steven said.

  “Well, relatively normal. I’ll be job hunting.” She smiled. She knew Protectorate policies and they didn’t allow for the full-time employment of anyone with a strong link to any paranormal group. They occasionally contracted help, but that was different. The Protectorate witches were all unaffiliated without any link to the Dallas Covens.

  “I keep losing my best operatives to werewolves and vampires. I ought to make you replace them.” Steven grinned.

  Evan laughed, but when Geneva looked at him he was absolutely serious.

  “We’ll be replacing them very soon. It’s past time paranormals took part in the unit meant to police us.” Evan’s voice carried a trace of satisfaction that she would have missed if she didn’t know him so well.

  Steven shook his head. “Not going to happen. Go pack and go home. Your mate is safe.”

  “You won’t have to wait long to see that you’re wrong. Come on, Genny. He’s right about one thing. It’s past time we returned home.” Evan led her to the stairs.

  “What about the damage? The vandalism?” Geneva hadn’t asked about it since it had happened because she felt majorly guilty about it. If he hadn’t been between her and the witch, it wouldn’t have happened.

  “There have been people working on it for the past week. We’ll be eating out for the next few days because the kitchen’s not finished and the lower floor is a little light on furniture. Most of the damage has been repaired.” Evan’s voice sounded cheerful.

  As they climbed the stairs she thought about what she wanted to do now that there wasn’t any danger. When she’d first met Evan, she’d be certain that she’d want to put at least a few states between them as soon as possible. That wasn’t the case now, but she wasn’t sure exactly what to do or what he really wanted other than her with him. Was it only the biological thing for him?

  She walked through the living room, looking around for stray clothing. It was all too possible. They’d made love in here almost every night. She didn’t see anything, but would do a thorough search later. The last thing she wanted to do was leave her panties for someone else to find.

  Heading back to the bedroom, she pulled out one of the suitcases and opened it. She tugged one of the dresser drawers open and began taking out clothes. As she strode back to the bed, she noticed Evan leaning against the wall near the bed. He was watching her so intently that it shook her. He hadn’t made any move to pack. She stopped and raised an eyebrow, silently questioning him. He’d better have a reason for just standing there.

  “You belong with me. You know you do if you’d just give yourself the time and really focus on what you feel.” Evan’s gaze burned into hers.

  She blinked, her fingers tightening on the clothes she’d gathered. He wasn’t sure of her. She’d never thought he’d have any doubts at all. He’d always told her that she was his mate and she belonged with him. He’d left her in no doubt that that was how he felt it should be and would be.

  “I—”

  “Don’t even think about going back to your apartment. I’m not letting you go.” Evan interrupted, his hand slashing through the air.

  She shook her head and put down the clothes. “I’m not going anywhere but home with you, Evan.”

  His entire body relaxed. “You’re going home. You don’t doubt that you’re my mate anymore?”

  “I don’t know about the mate thing. I just know what I feel. I love you and I want to be with you.” She stepped forward and put her arms around his waist. “I can’t imagine being anywhere but with you.”

  He laughed. “That is the mate thing. I’ve loved you almost since I met you.” He leaned down and kissed her. His arms tightened. There was a distinct growl in his voice. “Packing can wait.”

  She smiled as he tumbled them onto the bed. She nipped and licked his neck. No way was she letting him get away with taking over everything now. He’d already started the change in her and she was out of danger.

  “Now I get to explore and play.” She pushed his shirt up and ran her fingers over his chest.

  He laughed, relaxing back on the bed. “Really? And what do I get to do?”

  “Just enjoy. You didn’t know that I’d accepted you, that we should be together. I think I should show you so you don’t miss it again. If you want, you can get rid of those clothes for me. I’ll do the rest.” She slanted her lips across his.

  Her tongue tangled with his and she put everything into the kiss. She didn’t want to leave him in any doubt again. He was uncertain about how she felt. She almost couldn’t believe it. He seemed to know what she was thinking almost before she did. When she slowly pulled back, he ripped his shirt off and flung it across the room. In a flurry of movement, he kicked off his shoes and pushed down his pants. She laughed but didn’t take her eyes off the gorgeous expanse of his chest. She wanted to taste every inch of him. Part of her craved it.

  She unbuttoned her shirt. His eyes followed her fingers down the row of buttons. He looked hungry and so was she. She was anxious to give them both what they needed. She rose to her knees and managed to scramble out of her clothes. Moving carefully, she straddled his hips. She sat on his stomach and his brown cock pressed against her butt. She wanted to ride him slowly, but she wasn’t ready to get to that yet even though she was wet and already hungry for him.
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  “What are you planning? You’ve got a sly little smile on your lips.” His hands gripped her hips.

  She had the feeling he wanted to lift her and move her back onto his cock. His eyes burned with a golden glow that clearly showed his wolf side. She grinned. She liked that side of him and she’d love to see a bit more of it. First, she wanted to have a little play time with him.

  “I just want to touch. If you remember, I haven’t had much chance because of your wolf and the danger. You do like to take control.” She winked as she leaned down and licked the spot just above his neck.

  She inhaled. Rich and spicy, his scent filled her. She loved how he smelled. She ran her hands over his chest, loving the feel of his muscles shifting beneath her fingertips. He hummed low in his throat, but didn’t make any move to stop her. She nipped at his neck and moved down his chest. She lapped at the muscle just above the flat dark nipple.

  “What if I want to touch you too?” His hand swept up her back in a long stroke.

  He didn’t seem like he was in a rush or mad to touch her. She looked up and she was a little surprised to see what seemed like contentment. His hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her up for a long hard kiss. She lost track of what she wanted to do and just enjoyed his taste and the pleasure of the kiss. When he released her, she tried to catch her breath and simply stared at him. Damn, that was hot.

  “Now play for a little while and then fuck me, Genny,” he whispered.

  “Are you ever going to call me Geneva?” She tilted her head. Genny had sort of grown on her, but she’d like to hear his voice say her full name.

  He laughed softly. “You’ll hear your name tonight if you don’t play too long, but I’ll always like Genny better. It just suits you.”

  She licked her way to his hardened nipple. Her tongue swirled around the darker disk. She didn’t want to play too long here. She wanted to explore a little more. Just the thought sent a surge of desire through her. She wriggled, but focused her attention on him. Her nails scraped over one nipple as her tongue swept over the other. He drew in a sharp breath as she sucked lightly. His hands clamped at her hips.

  She brushed at his hands. “A little more time. I’ve barely had time to play.”

  “A little time, but don’t take too much more time.” He threaded his fingers through her hair.

  She slid down his body. If she was only going to get a little more time, she didn’t want to waste it. His dark skin gleamed and his cock thrust upward. She licked her lips. She wanted to taste him and she could tell by the way his hands were balled at his side that he wanted it too. Just to draw out the anticipation a few moments longer, she dropped a kiss on his hip, trailing kisses slowly inward.

  Her lips touched the crown of his cock. She flicked her tongue over the deep brown skin of the head. A low growl rumbled as her lips closed over it. She loved drawing a reaction from him and wanted to pull more from him. Lowering her head, she took his shaft into her mouth.

  He tugged her away from his cock. Her eyes locked with his and she knew he was on the edge of control. She rolled on the condom. Her hand stroked down the length. His eyes flashed and his jaw was clenched so tightly she was surprised she didn’t hear the grating of his teeth.

  She rose and moved up his body. His hands gripped her hips as if he was afraid she was going to suddenly pull away from him. She didn’t have any intention of doing anything but riding him until she couldn’t even move. She joined them. Her muscles clenched and she closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of his cock filling her. The tension was growing inside her and she knew slow and steady would go out the window soon.

  She began rocking against him, wanting to extend the pleasure as much as possible before she lost control. His hand slid over her stomach and cupped her breast. When his fingers plucked at her nipple, she ground her hips against his. The sharp sting slammed through her seeming to echo and grow. Her muscles tightened, clenching around his cock. She couldn’t hold back a moan. Her hips lifted without conscious thought and began a faster, harder rhythm.

  He tugged her down and his lips wrapped around her nipple. Her entire body seemed unbearably sensitive and every touch sent pleasure radiating through her. But it wasn’t enough. Her hips undulated as she desperately tried to find what she needed. She felt his hand slip between them as her hips rose. His fingers pressed against her clit. He rubbed in small circles each time she took his shaft deep.

  “That’s it, Genny. Ride my fingers, baby.” His voice came out on a strained growl, barely recognizable against the skin of her breast.

  A shudder ripped down her spine as his fingers rubbed the sensitive bud. She arched and her head fell back. Her orgasm hit hard and fast. Her eyes closed as white heat washed over her body, leaving her shaken and spent. His hips thrust up against her. His hands clenched her hips and rocked her against him. He came on a shout and she felt the tremor of his body against hers.

  He tugged her down against his chest and his hand stroked her hair. “I love you, Geneva.”

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