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Oh poop! That’s not a good sign…
I need tooo…
It was way too late for her to think of anything as a rush of excitement mixed with surprise shot through her body and made her head spin – he’d reached out, wrapped one, big, solid arm around her waist, and had yanked her towards him…
At first she thought that he was going to kiss her, but when he dipped his head to her neck, brushed his cheek against hers on the way to nuzzling between her neck and shoulder, and she’d felt that rush of air as he took her scent at source … it was so much more potent to her body than a mere kiss would have been…
Sniffing!
The mutt is sniffing me like I’m a prime side of beef or something!
I should zap him.
I should kneecap him…
I did threaten to do … something … anything?
He’s just sniffing … it’s not like he threw me down on the grass and tried to have his wicked way with me…
I bet that he’s really wicked in the bedroom…
If we even made it to the damn bedroom…
Wait… what am I doing?
Surrendering?
He’s taking liberties … he’s … sniffing!
Sniffing isn’t bad … at least, it doesn’t feel bad…
Feels pretty nice actually, making me tingle all over with his warm breath, his cheek against my…
Damn it!
Stop swooning!
I’m not swooning…
I am swooning…
I just met the … mate…
Get a grip.
You’re a powerful witch with magic that can toss a vampire at a tree and bring a damn wolf to his knees … but the question is; do I want to bring the wolf to his knees…?
“Ok!” Fallon squirmed just a little, but the squirming only made him tighten his hold on her and brought his hard length right up against her stomach.
Then there was the growl that rolled through his chest and got stuck within his throat was … it was as sexy as all hell.
“Time out!” Fallon bit out.
She felt his breath move upwards against her ear and her eyelids came down involuntarily as she savoured that jolt of excitement when it hit her womb…
“I haven’t had a time in yet … I think I’d have noticed. You’d definitely have noticed.” Jamie growled against her ear, creating more problems for the trapped witch as she tried to focus her mind less on all of the fuzzy goodness of having him that close and more on the fact that he was out of line.
She was bobbing in a sea of uncertainty, swooning where she had no business to swoon, and letting him take liberties when she wasn’t sure that she wanted them taken. Or put another way; he was wooing and she was letting him.
“Listen Mr,” she grumbled. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be wooed or not, but she certainly wanted the choice.
Fallon was finally able to get her brain to tell her body to lift her arms and palm his broad, hard, muscled chest. She tried to push, but once again she found herself distracted, and this time it was by the feel of those packed muscles beneath his shirt…
That’s not fair … why’d he have to be so damn irresistible?
No!
Nope!
I’m not having that…
Not irresistible. Nobody is irresistible. I just need willpower. Willpower and a backbone.
“Back off before I…” She found her backbone and a little willpower and managed to bite out the words.
Then she pushed just a little against that rock hard chest of his, but it was all to no avail as he lifted his head and mesmerised her with those black eyes of his again…
“Be nice,” Jamie teased.
“Nice is not in my damn nature,” Fallon hissed, determined to make it work, to keep up with the willpower and having a backbone to deny him, deny herself that fuzzy goodness that he was creating.
Then, just as his eyes lowered to her lips and she saw that thought register in a lightbulb above his head; the one that said he was close to kissing her – she let him have it – zapped him a good one…
That good one was backed up with sheer determination on part and she felt that she might have overplayed her hand, just a smidge, just a noodle too far, as Jamie’s body locked up tightly around hers, drawing her ever closer to him, and giving her no way out.
Jamie felt the muscles in his body start to work without command – they locked in place, trapping his mate against him, and he knew that was a damn bad thing. If he squeezed her too tightly then she’d break, and a broken human, a broken mate, would rip his soul right out.
His leg muscles took to quivering under the weight of him that they didn’t seem to want to hold up anymore, and then he was falling downwards, but worst of all; he was taking his mate with him…
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Dorothy stomped through the downstairs of the Inn. She didn’t give a damn that stomping might hurt her hip, or put it out – she wanted to stomp and stomp she did.
It was how she was feeling inside and she needed to let it out before she popped an aneurism or something.
A mate … of all things … and at all the wrong times in my life when I could have been faced with a stupid man, doing stupid things, and wooing me – fate sucked…
I like that word – sucked – it’s good to know a generation came up with a word so apt to how I feel.
It sucks – he sucks – life sucks – being old really sucks – being … me … sucks!
Sucks – sucks – sucks – sucks – sucks!
Today certainly sucked…
Fallon turning up like that … accusing me of …
If only she knew the truth…
I should have made her listen. Explained it to her…
Instead I let her go.
That sucks!
Dorothy almost ran head first into Sarah as the woman appeared unexpectedly on fast legs from around the corner and made Dorothy pull up so that one or both of them didn’t get flattened on their backside.
That sucks too!
“Dot? Are you ok?” Sarah asked, pulling up short and sidestepping the elder just a little so that she didn’t risk knocking her down.
“Do I seem ok to you?” Dorothy grumbled.
“Nope,” Sarah offered back, giving her a teasing look, like a mother trying to coax a child into telling her what was wrong…
Dorothy huffed just a little and pulled her upper body as straight as she could manage to get it. Her back wasn’t what it once was, it had curved just a little with age, and she couldn’t quite make it to ramrod straight, but boy did she try…
“It’s everything, Sarah…” Dorothy finally let out. She lifted her arm and gave a small, absent wave of her hand, as she deflated a little…
“Well, a cup of tea and a good chat usually works for…”
“Wonderful! Tea and sympathy…” Dorothy bit back on the need to scream within her own mind.
Scream until every little bit of pent up frustration was out of her system…
Scream until people didn’t want to force feed her tea.
“Scotch and a patient ear to tell your troubles too?” Sarah offered back, going at it from a different angle entirely.
“Scotch sounds good…” Dorothy mumbled but she was cut short by the sound of a low growl of annoyance that rolled down the hallway from behind her.
“Not so damn slow for an old broad,” Hank bit out, and Dorothy groaned and then sighed.
“Hey, Hank … What…?” Sarah looked from Hank to Dorothy and the elder witch physically deflated a little under her gaze. She winced and gave her a sheepish look, and Sarah’s right eyebrow shot up on her forehead as realisation hit her… “Oh…” she said, letting her eyes wander of their own accord as she took the situation in and considered it.
“Indeed,” Dorothy grumbled.
“Oh … yeah…” Hank sighed.
“Well, that’s a turn up for the books,” Sarah wasn’t exactly sure what to say.
Dorothy had loved the idea of Angela finding her mate, and at her advancing years too, and Sarah loved that an elder could find love in the twilight of her years. But it seemed that faced with her own suitor, well, the woman didn’t seem overly impressed with the idea.
“A tragic love story written in the darkest recesses of hell…” Dorothy muttered, and Sarah had to press her lips together so that a snigger didn’t escape.