"I really don't see how that's any of your business, Wolf Boy. Do you have one?"
The question flew from my lips before I could stop it. Alarmingly, I realized if he said yes I would get her name and go kill her.
Wait. What was going on here?
"As of a moment ago I'm off the market," he said as he watched me closely.
"That makes no sense, Little Mister. However, if you don't let go of me I will smite your sorry ass and you won't fucking live through it this time."
"Nice mouth." His grin was intoxicating. I wanted to bite on his full lips and ride him like a cowboy. There was no way in Hell I was letting him out.
"Thank you—I try. Now let go."
"Unlock the cage and I'll let you go," he bargained.
It was either a lose-lose scenario or a win-win depending on how you looked at it. I was not a virgin, but I'd never been so wildly attracted to anyone in my life. I was sure there was some kind of Witch-o-cratic oath that stated I couldn't have hot monkey sex with my patients.
Decisions sucked.
"No. I think that's a bad idea," I said as my traitorous body leaned closer to the cage and the beautiful, dangerous man inside.
"It's an incredibly bad idea," he agreed. "But you will do it."
"Will you hurt me?" I whispered, mesmerized by his mouth.
"Only if you're into that," he replied just as quietly. "Personally I'm not into pain, but if it makes you happy…"
"Um, no. I'm not really into that. A spanking is nice, but…" I slapped my hand over my mouth and groaned in mortification.
His sexy chuckle made me clench my thighs together.
"What are you doing to me?" I asked as I futilely tried to wiggle out of his iron grip. Did werewolves have magic I wasn't aware of? I'd always had a healthy sex life with absolutely no commitment, but this was nuts. I was naming our children in my head. He had to have cast a spell on me.
"The same thing you're doing to me," he told me. "I'm not sure I like it, but I have very little control over it."
"I think I was just insulted," I huffed in exasperation when I finally was able to yank myself free. "You've spelled me or something."
"Or something," he agreed and ran his free hand through his thick dark hair.
"Look, just shift back to wolf, I'll fix you and you can leave. Forever."
He paced the cage and my eyes were glued to the rippling muscles in his thighs and ass. No one had the right to look like him. He was gorgeous. I was in trouble.
"You're my mate," Mac said as he shook his head in confusion.
WTF?
"And you're on crack. I'm a witch and you're a wolf. I was not built to blow puppies out of my hooha."
His eyes shot to mine and a burst of laughter came out of him. "You did not just say that."
"I most certainly did, so turn off the testosterone and get that redonkulous idea out of your head. Immediately."
"As much as I'm at loath to admit it, I do need your help. I'll shift and then you can let me out of the cage. Deal?"
He did look beat up...and I did zap his ass. If he was in wolf form I wouldn't tackle him. This could work. Maybe...
"Shift first," I told him. "And then I'll let you out."
He shrugged and shifted. It was beautiful to watch. His wolf was large. His fur was the same chocolate brown as his hair and his eyes were the exact same mesmerizing blue. I was still mystified as to why he smelled so delicious, but ignored all the warning bells in my head.
I focused on the goal. Fix the hot guy and get rid of him. Wolf Boy was nothing but trouble.
I approached him slowly just in case he was screwing with me and shifted back. I knew I couldn't be trusted if he was in his human form. He was just too pretty.
"My spleen is damaged. Touch my back. That should work and if you're feeling generous, my ass is extremely sore from your magic…"
His wolf winked at me and I giggled.
"Tough shit about your ass." I grinned as I laid my hands on his back and then quickly contracted in horrific pain. I sucked in a huge breath and let the lavender magic consume my body and flow into his. My breathing grew labored and I felt lightheaded. He was badly injured and needed me. He twisted in agony beneath my touch, but I hung onto him for dear life. It hurt like hell. I really wasn't cut out for this selfless crap.
I heard and felt a click as his insides mended. I dropped to the floor next to him, put my hands over my eyes and fought to catch my breath.
"Are you all right, Zelda?" His voice was troubled and he nudged me with his cold wet nose.
"Sure. Fucking awesome," I grunted as the dizziness abated. "I did my part. Now you leave."
"Go to the other side of the room," he instructed. "I'm going to shift and I don't trust myself with you."
Hell, he didn't trust himself? We were in trouble here. I scampered across the room and waited.
The shift was quick and he looked much healthier and bigger than he had in the cage. My instinct was to throw myself into his strong arms, but I held back.
"You do realize you're mine," he said as he watched me warily.
"I belong to no one but myself. I don't even like you."
"I'm not sure I like you much either," he replied. "But I have never wanted anyone so badly in my life."
"Ditto," I said as I slowly eased my camisole over my head.
"What are you doing?" His voice was pained as he watched. I could feel with every fiber of my being he was seconds away from snapping and attacking me.
"Honestly, I have no idea. My brain says to run, but my lady parts and the rest of my body are insisting on a different plan of action."
His eyes hooded and he watched me with rapt attention. "If you remove any more of your clothing I will take that as an invitation."
"To what?" I purred as I kicked out of my shoes and wondered what the hell had gotten into me.
"To fuck you senseless."
My knees buckled for real at his blunt statement and I held onto the wall for purchase. As badly as I wanted to tear off my skirt and wear it on my head I stopped. "You eat with that mouth?"
"Why don't you come over here and find out?" he suggested. He leaned back on the wall and crossed his massive arms over his muscular chest.
"Okay, how about a deal?" I needed to control this situation or I was going to drown.
"Lay it out," he said with a smirk that I wanted to smack off his face.
"We are clearly attracted to each other, so I propose we get each other out of our systems."
"And how exactly do we do that?"
"We have no strings attached sex and then we call it a day."
His smirk turned to a frown and his eyes narrowed to slits. "No strings attached?"
"Um, yes?"
"I don't like those terms," he said smoothly. "No deal."
"Wait. What? You're a freakin' guy. You're the one who should be jumping for joy at my proposition," I yelled. What the hell was wrong with him?
"You're my mate."
"You're an ass. I am no one’s mate. If I wasn't about to explode here I'd kick you out and lock the door."
"I have a key."
"Whatever," I shouted. "Do you want to do it or not?"
"Yes, I want to do it," he ground out.
"No strings attached?" I demanded.
"Whatever you say." He shrugged and grinned.
A tiny part of my brain pointed out that he didn't exactly agree with me, but every other part of me told my brain to shut up.
"Fine," I snapped. "Let's get this shit over with."
"Yes. Let's."
Chapter Ten
"Come over here," Mac said. His voice was gruff. He was clearly used to being obeyed.
"Nope, you come over here," I shot back.
"I come to no one," he informed me in a tone I didn't like at all.
For a brief second I almost heeded him, but that would have put the power in his court permanently. We were going to start this sucker as equals.
Wait. What the hell was I thinking? We weren't starting anything. This was simply a quick roll in the hay—or the basement, as it were. However, I still wasn't going to let him win.
"Well, then, you're going to have a nasty case of blue balls when I go upstairs to my bedroom and have at it with BOB."
He looked like he wanted to kill me. I was very happy I was on the side of the room closest to the stairs.
"Who is Bob?" he shouted. "You said you had no lover."
"I said nothing of the sort and BOB is my battery operated boyfriend, you asshat," I shouted back. Damn, maybe I should have let him think BOB was actually a guy. It might be fun to watch him implode.
"You are treading on thin ice, pretty girl. I don't share."
"You need to get something straight here besides your Johnson," I informed him sarcastically. "I am not your mate and I can do what I want."
He stared up at the ceiling and I could have sworn he was praying. Heaving out a huge put-upon sigh, he took one step toward me. "This goes against everything about me, but I will meet you in the middle."
"I can work with that." I grinned triumphantly as I shimmied out of my skirt and panties. His harsh intake of breath was music to my ears. Everything south of my bellybutton clenched in anticipation.
"You're beautiful," he said as we slowly walked to the middle of the room, stalking each other like prey. I had never been so excited or scared at the same time in my life.
"You better tell me you have a raincoat for your Johnson or it's over before we start."
"I'm a werewolf. I can't carry disease and you're a witch so you can't either."
"True," I admitted. I almost salivated over his six pack abs. My hands literally ached to touch him. How did guys like him even exist? "But I am in no mood to get knocked up with a litter. I'm leaving this hellhole in a week."
"We'll see about that, and you're not in heat so unfortunately I can't knock you up at the moment," he explained as he moved closer.
"And how exactly do you know I'm not in heat?" Goddess, he was an animal. I shoved the part about him wanting to knock me up to the area of my brain I called 'don't ever deal with that'.
"Scent. The same way I know you're my mate."
"That is utter bullshit, Wolf Man Jack."
"It's Mac."
"Fine. Wolf Man Mac, you're crazy. We're having sex because I want to, and if your Johnson’s condition is any indication, you do too. We're consenting, non-committed, not-in-a-relationship-adults who are horny. That's all. Period. Do you understand?"
His eyes blazed and I started backing away. Maybe this was a bad idea. He wanted way more than I did. I just wanted a massive orgasm...or three...and possibly a brief snuggle. He wanted puppies. However, my lady bits were singing an aria and my nipples were standing at painful attention.
"Right now I will agree to anything you say." His voice was rough and it sent delighted chills straight to my toes.
"No puppies and no relationship." I'd stopped moving away and stood my ground.
"Whatever you say," he hissed. Then he grabbed me and pulled me flush against his perfect body.
Again, I realized he'd agreed to nothing, but when all my soft melded against all of his hard I ceased to care. I expected him to crush my lips to his and take everything he wanted except my soul, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Slowly his full lips caressed mine as he gently ran his tongue along the seam. When I happily opened to him, his tongue teased mine as his hands expertly discovered my body.
"Oh my Goddess," I moaned as he pinched my nipples between his fingers and nipped at my ear. I returned the favor and tried to memorize every muscle and nuance. The light sprinkling of dark hair on his chest tickled my breasts and I was rubbing against him like a cat in heat. It was virtually impossible to get close enough.
"No foreplay," I begged as I did what I said I would never do. I touched his Johnson, and oh my Goddess what a Johnson it was.
"Do you want to be on top or bottom?" he asked as his strong hands gripped my ass in a hold I knew would leave marks.
"I get a choice?" I giggled until he pressed the heel of his hand against my clit and pushed two fingers inside of me. That's when my brain shorted out.
"I meant for the first round," he said as he knocked a pile of blankets to the floor and pulled me down with him. "I want to go down on you, but if I'm not inside you in the next thirty seconds I think I'll die."
A ball of heat uncoiled in my lower regions and I was fairly sure I was going to come from his voice alone. "Don't die. That would suck."
"Good plan," he said.
He gently laid me beneath him and took my mouth in a kiss that was hotter than any sex I'd had to date. He tasted even better than he smelled and I realized could happily stay lip-locked with him for the rest of my life.
No. Stop. I was lip-locking with no one for the rest of my life…
The sexy sounds coming from deep within his chest made it hard to breathe as I wantonly opened my legs to him.
"I'll try to go slow," he said as he bit down on his bottom lip.
In a haze of almost painful lust I realized I was jealous of his teeth. I wanted to bite his lip. WTF?
"Slow is for weenies," I hissed as he pushed the head of his cock into my very willing and very ready body. However, he was right. He was huge. "Is that thing going to fit?"
His decidedly masculine chuckle shot through me and my body bucked wildly beneath his. "It'll fit," he assured me and he pressed deeper inside. "You were made for me."
"Enough of that talk," I said. "Just do me."
"As the lady wishes." He sheathed himself completely and my body clamped around his like a vise. His lazy and predatory smile sent me over the edge, along with a feeling of fullness that bordered on the line between pleasure and pain.
"Oh my hell," I gasped and he stilled.
"Are you okay, baby?" he whispered in my ear.
"More than okay," I burst out. "Are you just gonna lie there or are you gonna move?"
All bets were now off.
He moved. Oh my Goddess, how he moved. His beautiful mouth pulled into an evil, sexy smirk as his body powered into mine. I was losing all rational thought and I had no clue where he began or where I ended. This was not just sex. It was life changing and I was as terrified as I was turned on.
His breathing was harsh and his eyes blazed as he branded me. I shrieked at the invasion of my body and soul and gave back as good as I was getting.
"If you mate with me I will tear your balls off after I have a mind-shattering orgasm," I panted. The sensitivity was almost too much to bear. My entire body trembled as he took me like the animal he was… and I freakin' loved it.
My need for him was alarming. My nails raked his back and my hips met every thrust with joyful abandon. I wanted to crawl inside him and stay. His face contorted as the speed became something that probably should have killed me dead.
A deafening roar crashed through my head and my own screams of ecstasy sounded distant. However, the mantra being whispered in my ear was clear and as exciting as any words ever uttered.
"Mine. You're mine," Mac repeated in rhythm with his thrusts.
"No," I told him on a ragged breath as my toes curled with passion. "I belong to no one."
His hips pistoned even faster and our lovemaking became frenzied. Our bodies slapped together as our moans and cries tangled. This was the best thing and the worst thing that ever could have happened to me. My magic surrounded us and cocooned us. A rainbow of sparkling mist rained down and made what was already intense absolutely insane.
"Come. Now," he demanded.
As much as I wanted to be in control I was no longer there. This man—this wolf—owned me and I would give him whatever he wanted.
I came. Hard.
He threw back his head and roared as he joined me, which sent my woowoo into a second violent orgasm. Colorful bursts of sparkles exploded around us. I screamed so loudly I was sure the entire countryside would hear.
"Oh my god," Mac muttered as he tried to catch his breath. "That was unreal."
I was a mute noodle squished underneath a huge wolf-man. "Having a hard time breathing here," I choked out as my body still twitched with mini orgasmic aftershocks.
"Sorry." He chuckled as he rolled over and pulled my naked, weak and very happy body on top of his.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly as I tried to pull away.
"No. Stay with me," he whispered as his eyes bored into mine.
I wasn't sure if he meant right now or forever, but I wasn't going to ask for clarification. It was too scary.
"That was, um… awesome," I blurted out. It was much safer than blurting out I might be falling for him. Why in the hell was that thought in my brain? I'd known him for all of an hour. He could be a serial killer. This was the stuff ridiculous romance novels were made of. I was a witch with a shitty romantic track record who didn't even know the real meaning of love.
"I've waited for you a long time," he said as he brushed my wild auburn curls from my face.
"That's just silly," I said breathlessly. "You know nothing about me."
"Oh, but I do. Your Aunt Hildy talked about you so often I feel like I know you."
I rolled my eyes and made a sound of disdain. "My Aunt Hildy never laid eyes on me. How would she know the first thing about me?"
"Your father."
Now I was mad. "He doesn't know me either," I snapped and tried to roll away from Mac, but he held me close. "My father took off before I was born."
"He knows you," Mac said. "And he loves you."
Mind-shattering orgasms and hearing that a man I didn't know supposedly loved me and spoke fondly of me was simply more than I could take at the moment.
"Fairy tales," I muttered as I buried my face in Mac's collarbone. "If my father was around me he would have shown himself. If he really loved me he would have let me know."
"Sometimes things are far more complicated than that. Sometimes things happen when least expected."
"Just don't tell me you're my father and we're fine," I joked as I again tried to extricate myself. Again, no go. Mac wasn't turning me loose.
"Okay." He laughed and closed his eyes. "That was disgusting and I'm not anywhere near being your father. I'm your mate."
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