Exhaustion and afterglow combined to make him dizzy. “I know what you mean.” He slowly, carefully, pulled his body free of hers and flopped down on the bed beside her. “How’s she doing? The wolf, I mean.”
Silence stretched out between them for several long seconds, then Zoe laughed. “Oh God, I think you wore her out. I might love you a little for that.”
Connor grinned. “I know you’re excited about the Jacuzzi, but I don’t think I can get up right now.”
She rolled over and curled against his side, her body warm and soft as she snuggled into his arms. “Later. I don’t want to fall asleep and drown.”
He reached over, grabbed the silk throw draped over the headboard, and spread it over them. “Nap. Bath. Then breakfast.”
Zoe pressed a hand against the center of his chest and propped herself up. Her kiss-swollen lips and slightly glazed expression combined with her wild hair to give her a debauched look. She looked gorgeous, but what hit him the hardest was the slender, pale column of her neck. He’d marked her, made her his in a very visible, very real way.
The way she looked down at him said she knew it. Her tongue darted over her lip in that adorable little nervous gesture, and she smiled. “You’re going to date me, right? Because if you’re not going to date me, I’m going to go cry in the bathtub.”
“I was about to say the same thing to you,” he teased, then kissed her shoulder. His heart pounded. She wanted him. “Will you go out on a real date with me sometime? Dinner, movie, no sex club?”
“Yes.” Her hair tickled his face as she leaned down to kiss him. It was slow and shy, like her first kiss, and evoked possessive tenderness instead of hot passion.
She pulled away and dropped her head back to his shoulder with a sleepy sigh of satisfaction. “Can we go get pancakes after our bath? I love pancakes.”
Mine. He slid his arm around her and pulled her closer. “I’ll buy. You’re going to be broke by the time you pay for all this.”
“Am not.” Her murmur tickled his chest. “I’m a big shot sysadmin. I make bank. But you can buy my new collection of sex toys if you want, just to be fair.”
“Mmm.” Her words barely penetrated his sleepy haze. “I’ll even give you final say on where they go.”
Her only response was a gentle snore.
Something occurred to him, and he lifted his head and nudged her side. “Zoe? Zoe, wake up.”
She grumbled and opened her eyes. “Huh?”
“What’s your last name?” He didn’t know why it was so important, but it didn’t feel right to not know.
“Bennett.” The corner of her mouth tugged up into a smile. “I’m Zoe Bennett. What about you?”
“Connor O’Malley.” He kissed her softly. “Nice to meet you, Zoe Bennett.”
Inside, the wolf echoed her grumble. He didn’t care about human things like names or labels. He’d felt Zoe, touched and explored her, and deemed her a perfect mate. The wolf wouldn’t be letting her go, and Connor smiled.
He had no problem with that at all.
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Last Call #2: Hurricane
Fiona took one last look at the printed menu in her hand and grimaced at her friend. “I don’t need a drink. I need help.”
“Honey, this place is chock full of hot wizards.” Jenn snatched the menu out of Fiona’s hands and studied the back of it. “And this menu’s the key. We just have to decode it. Maybe they have a drink for, ‘My castrated jackass of an ex cursed me to a life free of orgasms, contents under pressure.’ Like… oh shit, you can get in on a vampire/werewolf threesome? Hot.”
Leave it to Jenn to focus on the more salacious aspects of Last Call’s offerings. “I like my blood where it is, werewolves are notoriously possessive, and a supernatural hookup is not on the agenda. Remember what happened when I kissed that councilman at your gallery opening last fall?” Fiona shuddered at the memory. “That poor cater-waiter lost his eyebrows, and the sprinklers destroyed your mixed-media.”
“Yeah, well, that’s why you need a supernatural hookup. Maybe there’s someone in here powerful enough to survive the curse. Hell, maybe there’s someone who can break it.” Jenn clutched the menu in one hand and grabbed Fiona’s arm in the other. “Come on, let’s go ask the bartender.”
She knew who could break it. Someone who could lay wards so powerful they’d keep garden-variety humans off of a property without any question or concern. Someone who could maintain peace and order when vampires and witches were partying with demons and faeries.
She needed the owner of Last Call.
Fiona grabbed the menu from Jenn and scanned the back, then slammed the paper down on the bar. One way or another, the curse ended tonight.
The bartender walked over, his movements easy in spite of the churning energy in the club, one eyebrow raised and a grin on his dark, handsome face. “Can I help you ladies?”
Fiona took a deep breath. “I need to speak to Benito D’Cruze.”
“No, she doesn’t!” Jenn reclaimed the menu and held it up. “She needs… a hurricane.”
“A hurricane?” The bartender glanced at Jenn before bringing his gaze back to Fiona. “Hurricane’s for inexperienced witches and wizards. People who are liable to blow the place up without proper handling.” Unspoken was the implication that she didn’t look particularly inexperienced.
Fiona gritted her teeth. “Can I see Mr. D’Cruze or not?”
“Sorry, miss. The owner’s not available. You could call his office and arrange an appointment during business hours, though.”
“Okay.” She drew in another breath and nodded. “Then I’ll need that hurricane, please.”
One dark eyebrow curved up into a perfect arch. “You sure?”
Jenn, who had already indulged in a number of the bar’s more mundane drinks, leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. “She’s got a big bad curse on her. Things blow up when she gets turned on. She may not be an inexperienced witch, but she still needs proper handling.”
“Uh-huh.” Fiona grinned. She could just make out with the ones who thought they could handle the curse. Sooner or later, doddering old Benny D’Cruze would make his way down from his lavish office to inspect the damage. “Hope the property insurance is paid up. Rum makes me horny.”
The Last Call Series
http://www.moirarogers.com/last-call
KAMIKAZE
Werewolf in heat, looking for a temporary mate.
HURRICANE
Contents under magical pressure. Experience required.
TEQUILA SUNRISE
Werewolf looking for a dominant.
VIRGIN DAIQUIRI
Supernatural looking for a first lover.
TEQUILA SUNSET
Werewolf looking for a submissive.
FROSTBITE
Looking for a partner immune to supernatural seduction.
FIRECRACKER
Too hot to handle--looking for a fireproof lover.
About the Author
How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take a former forensic science and nursing student obsessed with paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a passion for gritty urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of caffeine, and enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full moon.
By day, Bree and Donna are mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep South. At night, when their husbands and children are asleep, they combine forces to unleash the product of their fevered imaginations upon the page. To learn more about this romance writing, crime fighting duo, visit their webpage at http://www.moirarogers.com. (Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the aforementioned fevered imaginations.)
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