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“But, seriously…?” Luke started.
“Really? Do we have to put a dampener on it? Oh yes, you’re an alpha.” She teased.
“Why the sudden change of heart?” Luke knew that he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. He also knew he’d done a really bad job in wooing her. Whatever it was that brought her to this moment with him, shouldn’t he just be damn grateful?
“It was kind of cold out there — you can imagine. I was lost, I was tired, I was freezing my bejesus off, and all I could think about was you. Your puppy dog eyes, the way you smile…”
“Puppy dog eyes?” His eyebrows were dancing, and yet those soulful eyes were smiling. But it was that sexy slow to boil smile that spread on his face that really had her bewitched.
“Woof.” She gave a small, teasing shrug of her shoulders and a low chuckle that sounded decidedly dirty to his ears.
More than his ears pricked up at the sound of it.
“You know, my wolf might find offense in that,” Luke offered back. That smile of his had gone from slow to boil to dazzlingly bright.
“I’ve met your wolf, and I think he’ll forgive me.”
Mine…
“I think you’re right.”
“Heads up — female here…”
“Yes, you are.” That grin of his turned decidedly hungry. She’d liked that look before, but now, well, her toes were curling, and he wasn’t even kissing her.
“And, I believe I’m naked under here.”
“I swear I didn’t look.” He chuckled then, it sounded like a mixture of hunger and teasing, and decidedly dirty to her ears. She liked it a lot.
“More fool you. I looked…”
“You looked?”
“When you shifted from your wolf outside — I looked — I caught a glimpse…”
“That’s what changed your mind about me,” he chuckled.
“If I’d known that you would have been this slow to act…”
Luke didn’t need telling twice. He brought his lips back down to hers with so much passion that her toes didn’t just curl, they strained to break point.
“Say you’re mine,” Luke asked against her lips.
“Oh, geez, am I going to have to draw you a map as well?” She teased.
“Say it,” Luke demanded.
Mine…
“Okay, how about we do this…?”
Angelique trailed her fingers up his naked thigh and across his hip. She could feel the twitch of muscles beneath his skin, and she almost had her hand grabbed around his hard length — her fingers brushed the satin skin — and his hand closed around her wrist and pulled it away.
“Spoilsport.”
“I can think of somewhere I’d much rather that be than in your hand,” Luke’s words were underlined by his hungry growl.
“Snap to it then — what are you waiting for – an invitation?” She chuckled, again it sounded so damn dirty to his ears, and his cock twitched like it had a mind of its own, and it wanted to find a home inside of her.
“You have to tell me that you’re mine.”
“I’m sensing that is a thing with you,” she grinned.
“Stop teasing…”
“Oh, trust me, I haven’t started to tease you yet.” Her eyes flashed with amusement and hunger.
“Say it…” Luke couldn’t help himself; he had to snatch a kiss from her.
“How like a man to ask a woman to say something and then silence her with sloppy kisses…”
“Sloppy kisses? I’ll have to do better,” Luke went in for the kiss again, but Angelique turned her head away.
“I don’t do well with being teased. When I want something, I get it.”
“And what do you want?” Luke growled.
“You.” Angelique turned her head back as the hungriest growl yet rumbled through his chest and caught in his throat. “Mine.”
Luke’s beast roared within him at the sound of her claim. Luke’s heart hit his ribs and tried to make a mad dash to get to her.
He was speechless. He never expected a witch — his witch — to make a claim on him.
With a hearty, hungry growl Luke went in for the kill. His lips claimed hers; his hands were already roaming over her body, consigning every inch to memory, as his wolf clawed and growled within him as it tried to push forward.
Luke slammed the cage door shut. There were so many other things that he needed to do before he put his mark on her.
He needed to taste her, to nip, to tease, to bring her to the point of insanity, and then push her over the edge. That was his dastardly plan, and he was sticking to it.
Luke put that plan into action. He pushed up and over her body to cage her in, and then he started a slow downward path, licking and nipping at her skin.
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George turned toward the window and practically pressed his forehead against the glass. His eyes widened, and he snapped his head back on his neck in surprise.
“Okay! Well that’s — I don’t think — I’ve seen enough — too much — okay then — I’m just going to…” George snapped his fingers and transformed back into his fairy form.
He shot upward toward the porch rafters and landed in the space beside Jessica. She pulled her upper body back away from him slightly and offered him a teasing look.
‘I’m guessing by your wide eyes and rosy red cheeks that things are going well for the alpha and the witch.’ Jessica chuckled.
‘Very, very well — from what I saw — didn’t mean to see — don’t want to see again.’ George grumbled and winced for good measure.
‘I know you live with your mother, George, but have you led such a sheltered life?’
‘Hardly. But there are some things that should remain private,’ George grumbled back.
‘You know this means that we can go home now — right?’
‘I know this means I can finally stop being the Christmas fairy.’ George sighed with relief.
‘You kidnapped a witch — almost got her killed — miffed off an alpha enough to get yourself killed — but you got the mates together, and the bonus is there is a Christmas tree in the alpha’s house.’
‘What does a Christmas tree have to do with anything?’
‘Don’t you know that a Christmas fairy can always visit a house with a Christmas tree in it?’
‘You know — you people really needed to write a manual on this kind of thing.’
‘I think that’s a very good idea and one that, when I bring it to the fairy godmother, she will have you implement.’
‘What?’
‘Well, it is your idea, George.’ Jessica chuckled.
‘That’s not…
‘Come on, George. Let’s go home.’ Jessica shot off like a heat-seeking missile. George groaned inwardly
‘I’m really not cut out to be the Christmas fairy.’ He sighed before he took off after Jessica.