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  It was the almost yellow eyes that nearly freaked her out. They were locked on her neck and shoulder as if he was eyeing some tasty bone. It shook her, but it didn’t change her desire.

  “I want it wild and rough tonight.” She framed his face and stared down into his yellow-gold eyes.

  “No, you’re not understanding me. If you make me too wild right now, I’ll bite you. The spell’s still on you. That can’t happen,” he whispered as he leaned close.

  She could swear she heard him inhale. His body shook. She licked her lips and her eyes locked on his mouth. She could easily imagine his teeth biting into her. The idea wasn’t as scary as she’d once believed. At least right now. She knew he was worried about the effects of the change on the spell. She didn’t have any idea what it would do so causing changes to it absolutely panicked her. What could she do to help him?

  “I could ease your need a little.” She glanced significantly at the bulge of his cock pressing against the fly of his jeans. Maybe taking the edge off the lust would help. She’d love to explore his body, to taste him. The thought of taking his shaft into her mouth sent a thrill through her.

  His lips tipped up in a very male smile. “I’d love to have your mouth on my cock, but it can’t be now. It might push me over the edge.”

  “How can I help you?” She laced her fingers with his. It would help if she knew what wouldn’t push him.

  “Just let me love you slowly. I’m going to peel you out of your clothes and lay you back on this bed. I’m going to lick you and touch you until the wolf part of me knows that you’re alive and safe.” His fingers slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

  Her heart kicked into a faster pace and hunger grew with every intense word of his description. She wriggled beneath his fingers, eager to see just how much of what he’d said, he’d actually do. He looked so intent, that she didn’t think he’d make it through half of that.

  He pulled off her shirt and unclasped the front fastening of her bra, freeing her breasts. His hands cupped the full mounds for a moment as if he couldn’t resist touching her. She slid her fingers over his forearms. He clasped her hands and put them back on her legs.

  “Hands on your thighs.”

  The man liked to give orders, but she did as he said without a complaint. She knew he was stressed by trying to control the wolf part of him. She’d do her best to give him what he needed.

  “Do you want me to help you take off my jeans? It might be easier for me to do it.” She kept her voice soft and slow, not wanting him to think she was challenging him.

  “I’ll do it.” His eyes glittered as he unsnapped her jeans.

  She leaned back as he tugged the zipper down. He gripped the waistband, taking her panties with it as he tugged. The fabric bunched just above her knees. He skimmed the denim down to her feet where he had to stop to tug off her shoes before finishing the task.

  His hands circled her ankles. Very slowly, he urged her legs apart. His lips lowered to her right knee. He dropped small, stinging nips up her leg. His hand slid up her thighs to her waist. His fingers tightened lifting her. She gasped as her buttocks left the bed and she felt a sudden sense of disorientation.

  He laughed as he carried her to the middle of the bed. He put her down gently, arranging her just as he wanted her. She let him widen her thighs and press her hands to the pillowy comforter next to her head. She raised her eyebrows. She’d love to push him, to test him, but now definitely wasn’t the time. She didn’t want to be bitten. He knelt on the bed beside her, his eyes slowly trailing over her body from head to toe. His tongue slicked over his lips. He looked as if he was getting set to enjoy a feast.

  A shiver rippled over her body and she felt a rush of desire. Her juices coated the lips of her pussy. The cool air seemed to make her skin even more sensitive than normal. His hand brushed up her thigh, sending a wave of tingling sensation rolling over her. The sight of him leaning over her, still fully dressed, looked unbelievably erotic, especially when she was naked and aroused. She didn’t know if she wanted to peel him out of those clothes or have him make love to her while he was dressed.

  “You smell and taste so good.” His tongue swirled over her thigh, drawing a moan from her lips and causing a quiver to run down her body.

  She bit her lip and tried to stay still, to let him move at his own pace, but the need built so much. She wanted to arch up and tangle her hands in his hair. His warm, moist breath puffed over her thigh. So close to the throbbing ache in her pussy. She grabbed the blanket beneath her, pulling it hard to resist the urge to grab him.

  He lifted one of her legs. She braced her foot on the blanket, eager to find out what he was going to do next. Her heart pounded. She wanted him to lick her pussy, touch her. He seemed to be taking forever to get to the more intimate areas. It was driving her wild and she felt like exploding. She didn’t know if she could hold back until he was inside her.

  He nipped at her inner thigh. Her leg jerked and she gasped. A low growl rumbled through Evan. She felt the sharp edge of his teeth. She raised his head. There wasn’t any way she could stop from reacting to that sting. Any harder and she would have jumped off the bed. Or tried to.

  “Be still.” He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at her.

  “I’ll try, but that bite had an edge to it,” she whispered.

  “I’m in control, my witch.” He licked high on her thigh, nearly to her pussy.

  Her inner muscles clenched. She wanted his mouth on her pussy, his tongue lapping at her. It was all she could think of with his breath puffing against her thighs. Waiting and wondering was pure torment.

  His tongue traced the slick lips of her labia and she heard a deep hum from him. She wanted to scream with satisfaction. He drew his tongue down circling her clit. She lifted her head and glared at him. The man was being deliberately slow. He had to know she wanted him to touch her clit. His mouth moved down again. He lapped at the juices spilling from her pussy. He lifted his head and rose. She could stop her groan of frustration as he moved up her body.

  “Give me a kiss and then I’m going to play with your breasts a little.” He licked his lips.

  She raised her head as he lowered his. Her lips brushed against his. She tasted a bit of a musky flavor, but his essence soon overwhelmed it. She sucked on his tongue desperate for more. His hand cradled the back of her head. He deepened the kiss taking control. He slowly drew back, a very satisfied smile on his lips. She drew his lips between hers, hungry, desperate for more.

  His hands brushed over her shoulders. His eyes locked with hers as both his hands swept down to the mounds of her breasts. His hands cupped and lightly squeezed. She licked her lips. The pressure felt so good, but it only ignited a desire for a firmer touch and the feel of his lips. She arched her back, lifting into his hands.

  “I can smell your hunger and see it on your flushed face. I want to feel your hard nipples beneath my tongue.” He leaned down and traced a path on her left breast over to the taut peak at the top of the right mound.

  She raised her hands. She had to stop his playing. He caught her hands just as her fingers touched his shoulders. His head lifted and he pressed her hands back onto the bed. His lips pulled back baring the distended fangs. She blinked. So he wasn’t as calm as he’d seemed.

  “Be still.” His voice was quiet and intent.

  She relaxed in his hold, intent on giving him what he needed even if it made her insane. The strain of holding himself in check showed around his eyes. Whatever he saw in her face must have reassured him, because he relaxed, his head lowering to her breasts again.

  His tongue trailed up the underside of her left breast. She drew in a slow shaky breath. He licked around the darkened disk before flicking at the hard nub of the nipple. His teeth closed around the tip, tugging at it again and again.

  Sensations streaked with every scrape and every pull. She lifted into his touch. When his mouth closed over the taut peak, it was all she could do not to cry out in joy.
She wanted that almost more than taking her next breath. All the while, his hand cupped her other breast, squeezing and lifting it, before moving to toy with the distended nipple. He sucked at the aching flesh as if this was his last chance to do so. He savored and feasted. Then he turned his attention to the other breast and began again. Pleasure rippled through her body and each drawing tug sent another pulse flowing over her. It was almost a mini orgasm. The strength of the building sensation had grown beyond anything she’d ever experienced before.

  “Do—” She gasped, arching as his thumb rasped over the peak of her breast. “Do you think you’ll be calm enough soon?”

  Her heart was going to explode if he didn’t find some calm soon. She could feel the hot liquid on her thighs. She was ready for him, more than ready. If he touched her clit again, she’d come.

  His tongue swirled around the nipple and he lifted his head as if he wasn’t in any hurry at all. His eyes seemed much calmer as he looked at her. She didn’t know how that was going to hold during sex, because he always seemed wilder when he was fucking her.

  “Raise your hands and lace them behind your head.” He moved over her, his lips dropping light kisses over her face.

  She did as he asked, slowly lifting one arm at a time. She didn’t want to trigger his instincts with quick movements. She put first one hand behind her head, then the other, lacing her fingers together. He smiled and nipped her neck. She gasped and shivered.

  His cock brushed against the soft folds of her pussy. She splayed her thighs wider arching against him. He reached between them and fitted the head of his cock to her slick entrance. His hips rolled forward. Tingles danced over her skin as the inner tissues stretched as his shaft slowly slid into her. His eyes locked with hers as he set a steady pace. She tightened her thighs around his hips wanting to pull him closer but his strokes were shallow and slow.

  “This feels so good.” His hips rolled forward and his shaft sank deep. His eyes closed and a soft groan tore from his lips.

  She had to fight to keep her fingers laced together as he wanted. The focus only seemed to make the churning sensations rise even higher, hotter. She arched her hips meeting his downward thrust. His slow pace was pushing her control.

  “Evan, move faster.” She lifted her head and brushed her lips across his cheek.

  He laughed softly as his hips pushed against her. “You want fast. I thought you liked it slow.”

  “I like it slow, but I want it fast now.” She needed to touch him, but used only her lips. His face, his neck, his cheek, she covered them with kisses and small nips. Her teeth scraped over his neck.

  He stiffened and pulled away from her. His lips drew back, exposing both upper and lower descended canines. His eyes glittered. She tightened her legs around his hips, arching up and taking his cock deeper. His eyes closed and he slowly sank into her. His hips swirled and he drew back. She rubbed her breasts against his chest. The scrape of her nipples against his muscled chest sent an extra gush of slick liquid around his shaft. He surged back into her. She gasped at the fierce tide of pleasure that streaked through her. She strained up against him. The last of his control seemed to be ripped away from him.

  The building tension in her body felt like it was going to rip her apart. He moved against her. Her skin felt so sensitive that even the feel of his thighs moving against her legs was unbearably erotic. She arched, her body tightening, seeking release. His hips thrust against hers. She gasped as a jolt of lightning slammed through her. He continued moving inside her. He tensed. Hot seed spurted into her and his weight settled onto her. She slowly unclasped her hands and flexed her fingers as she brought them down to her side.

  “I can’t believe I kept my hands behind my head. I wanted to touch you so badly. My fingers tingled and burned with the urge.” She traced her fingertips through his hair. She wished she could see his face.

  He slowly stirred. His elbow braced on the bed beside his shoulder and he slowly rose. She trailed her hand across his jaw. He turned his head into her soft touch.

  “I’ll have to remember that there are times when you can follow orders exactly.” He leaned down and moved his lips softly on hers. She returned the lazy kiss, sucking at his full lower lip.

  “It wasn’t easy and if I hadn’t known you were a little wild and needed my help to control yourself, I might have touched you,” Geneva whispered.

  “A little wild is an understatement. It’s not going to get easier to control the wolf side of me. You’re in danger. I’ll arrange with my sister and Sonya to take the spell off you. The witch won’t be able to hurt you like that again.” He slowly withdrew and sprawled on the bed beside her. His hand rested on her stomach.

  “Why now?” She blinked up at him. He’d been protective of her before, but it hadn’t caused him to take the spell off her.

  “I nearly lost control of the wolf tonight. I couldn’t think beyond touching you, holding you and fucking you. The animal inside needed proof that you were still with me and the demanding urge to completely change you was almost blinding. I didn’t use a condom and the spell on you will definitely change because of it. There’s no use leaving it on. We can’t track her with it anymore.” Evan sounded angry, but she knew from his expression that the anger was directed at himself.

  She blinked. The spell would be off her soon. She wouldn’t have to be near him. She could leave him. The thought sent a sudden shaft of sadness through her. It seemed strange, but she’d come to like being with him. She didn’t know about that mate thing. She really didn’t think there was any need to rush into anything. The sex was great, but there was so much more to him. She couldn’t forget how caring he’d been. How he’d put her first. The man hadn’t even complained about her temper and she knew that she’d been a bit of a whiner and snappish at times. She needed time to think, but she’d been with him long enough to know he wasn’t going to let her disappear. She wasn’t too sure she wanted to leave anymore. Maybe she was going a little crazy, but she was seriously thinking about giving him and this relationship a chance.

  “Are you excited?” Evan tilted his head a bit and his eyes locked on her face.

  “A little, but it won’t solve the problem. The witch could just put another spell on me. Or send someone after me.” She bit her lip. “It might be better if I just go away for a while. You’re going to be a target as long as I’m with you.”

  “It wouldn’t be better if you went away.” Evan rose onto his elbow and frowned at her. “The witch wants to hurt you. If you’re on your own, it would give her the perfect opportunity. Not to mention making me almost insane. Do you think I’d stop worrying about you because you’re not with me?”

  She sighed and rolled over onto her back. “No, I don’t think you’d stop or that you’d even be all that willing to let it happen. You would be safer.”

  “I’d be chasing after you is what I’d be doing. I wouldn’t rest until you were safe and with me again. The wolf wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less.” His hand cupped her chin ensuring she met his eyes. “We face this together.”

  “It’s not really your problem.” She lightly touched the side of his face, a small smile curving her lips.

  “I ought to turn you over my knee for that bit of stupidity. You’re my mate. Anything that threatens you is my problem.” He leaned close until they were nose to nose.

  She felt cared for, warm and safe. She had no doubt that he meant every word he said. He would chase after her and probably catch her before she left the city. She could count on him that way. The thought of him putting her over his knee was surprisingly arousing. Not threatened at all, she just raised an eyebrow. His hand moved to her shoulder and he stared into her eyes. She didn’t know what he saw, but he didn’t seem worried. He relaxed back on the bed beside her and hooked an arm around her waist. She snuggled into his warmth.

  Chapter Six

  Geneva stared into Evan’s eyes. His hands lightly squeezed hers as she sat in a cushioned chai
r in Sonya’s office at the Protectorate. Even in the dim light, she could see his smile. He’d rushed her out of bed and through her bath. He seemed in more of a hurry than she was to get the spell off her.

  Sonya and Anne sat to the side of her. The white misty glow again surrounded her, but today it was different. She could see the patterns forming in the mist. Geneva wasn’t entirely sure it was more than her imagination at work. Excitement, relief and a little fear bubbled inside her, making it hard to stay still. She wanted the spell off her. That had been her main goal since she’d learned of it. Not being able to do anything had made her feel so helpless. She hated that feeling. Watching the two women working, Geneva knew she had to stop ignoring the witch half of her. She had to learn magic so she could defend herself from other attacks. Not that it would help now. Geneva really didn’t expect the witch to stop once she learned the spell had been removed. The person would have to be stopped.

  “You’re looking determined. What are you thinking about?” Evan asked softly.

  “I’m going to take you up on your offer to teach me how to use my magic.” She stroked her thumb over the back of his hand, enjoying the contact even if it was necessary.

  “It wasn’t an offer. I’m going to teach you.” He shrugged.

  She didn’t know if he was being deliberately difficult, but then again the man wasn’t subtle. Whatever his reasons, his arrogance was infuriating. She tightened her fingers around his hand just to let him know he was getting on her nerves. The man needed that attitude taken down a peg or two. She just didn’t know how she was supposed to do it.

  “Ignore him, Geneva.” Anne’s voice was full of soft laughter. “He doesn’t get the fact that he can’t control everything and everyone.”

  Evan laughed. That infectious sound and the easy smile coaxed her out of her anger. She returned his smile and shook her head at him.

  “How long is this going to take?” Geneva shifted positions in the seat. Although it was padded, it seemed like she’d been sitting there forever.