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blindly seeking hips couldn’t reach his and squirm their way past his guard.
He swore violently and stood glaring at her with eyes that burned with heat and frustration and a distinct sense of unease. Holding her at arm’s length, he struggled to regain his breath even as she struggled to free herself and press against him once more.
“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. His voice was so harsh, so low, so animal that he sounded more like wolf than man. It took a few seconds for Tabitha’s overheated brain to translate the question and even longer for her to understand what he meant. For some reason he seemed to be upset by the fire leaping between them.
Frowning, Tabitha tested his grip on her wrists and found it just as steely as ever.
“I wasn’t thinking,” she said, impatient and uncomprehending. “I was too busy tasting you. But I don’t know what you have to be so upset about. I mean, it’s not as if—“
“Sweetheart, I almost fucked you up against a wall, and I’ve known you for all of seventy-two minutes, sixty-three of which you spent unconscious! You bet your ass I’m upset!”
Tabitha felt her frown deepen. “But why? Is there something wrong with the wall?” She craned her head to look at the pale-cream-colored surface behind her. “It seems perfectly functional to me.”
Hex made an odd choking sound. “That’s not the point. Jesus, this is crazy. It’s completely impossible.”
Tabitha let her gaze drop pointedly to his erection and felt her eyes widen. My, but he looked…enthusiastic. And impressive. Borderline challenging.
“It looks very happily possible to me. Probable, even, if you’d stop yelling for a few minutes and just let me get a little bit closer—“
She slid a bare foot up his muscular leg to hook behind his hip and urge him toward her. For one delicious moment, she thought she saw his eyes start to glaze over and his body begin to sway nearer, but then he caught himself, jerking back as if electrocuted and shifting farther out of reach.
“Would you stop that?”
If she hadn’t known the man in front of her to be a predator, Tabitha might have called the look in his eyes just then hunted, especially once he glanced down at himself and really noticed that the reason he probably felt like she touched him through the fabric of his clothes was because he no longer wore any. But to be fair, neither did she.
His head snapped up, and his expression hardened. “Put them back.”
Tabitha didn’t pretend to misunderstand. Instead, she sighed. “I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t? I’m not the one around here who does magic, lady, and I’d sure as hell remember it if I’d undressed you, so I think it’s a pretty safe bet that you’re the one to blame.”
“Accusations are so not constructive—“
“Put them back,” he repeated, in a tone she bet made all the female werewolves swoon. “Now.”
“I told you, I can’t.” Since her gorgeous but grouchy companion had seen fit to kill the mood, Tabitha gave up and leaned against the wall, which was not nearly as much fun as it would have been if he’d been pressing her up against it with that yummy body of his. The thought helped her muster up a respectable scowl of her own. “I don’t have the magic. I’m drained.”
Seeing the Lupine’s confusion and not in the mood to be accused of lying, which she felt sure would be his next step, Tabitha explained. “Fae magic is different from the magic you have here. It’s an entirely different system, almost like another language, and the only language I speak is Fae. I might be able to puzzle out some of the important words if I concentrate really hard, but that would take more energy than I’d be likely to gather. Which means that if I want to use magic while I’m in this world, I need to use magical energy I brought with me from Faerie.”
“Then do that. Use what stuff you brought with you.”
“Like I just told you,” she said, glaring, “I’m drained. I used up all the magic I brought when I was trying to keep from being eaten by a demon with a serious case of the munchies. I don’t have anything left. That’s why you’re seeing what I really look like, instead of the glamour I had on when I got here. When I used the last of my magic, I couldn’t even keep that simple a spell cast.”
His expression reflected his skepticism. “If you can’t do any magic, where the hell did our clothes go in the first place?”
Tabitha shifted uncomfortably. Somehow, she didn’t see Hex being all that comfortable with the idea that she’d basically fed off the energy created by their intimate encounter. It was one of the inherent talents of the sidhe branch of the Fae that sex fueled their magic, and while that failed to even raise eyebrows in Faerie, it occasionally proved a bit disturbing to inhabitants of the human world. Other or not. With that in mind, Tabitha didn’t really want to be the one to have to explain it to this already-irritable Lupine. It would be enough of a challenge getting him to kiss her again as it was. If he reacted with the unease most of his fellow non-Fae felt for folk who replenished their magic with the energy of others, he’d probably never touch her again. She really wanted him to touch her again.
“That was the last of it,” she said, cautiously meeting his gaze. “I’m surprised I even had enough to manifest a thought like that, but there’s no way I can reverse it now. I’m tapped out.”
Hex’s expression remained suspicious, but he released one of her wrists and used the other to tug her along behind him. He crossed the room to a half-closed door Tabitha had been much to occupied to notice earlier.
As they stepped into the other room, she looked from the enormous invitingly rumpled bed to the Lupine’s grim expression and made a face. It didn’t look like she should get her hopes up here, but she couldn’t stifle the disappointed sigh when he grabbed her by the shoulders and positioned her squarely in the center of the room, well away from any and all accommodatingly flat surfaces.
“Don’t move.”
Obediently, she stood still and watched him rummage through a chest of drawers. He pulled out a pair of jeans first and tugged them on roughly. With his back turned, he missed the wistful expression that crossed her face as the heavy cloth slid over and concealed his truly mouthwatering behind. She consoled herself by admiring the way the fabric cupped and molded to him, right up until a veil of blue-striped cotton landed on her head, cutting off her vision. She reached up to yank it away and heard the thud of another garment landing at her feet.
“Get dressed,” he growled, and stalked past her out of the room without another glance.
Sighing, Tabitha picked up the sweatpants he’d left her and dropped them on the end of the bed while she slipped into the soft cotton shirt and went to work on the buttons. Sometimes, she really wished her instincts were a little less reliable. Because then maybe she wouldn’t be quite so convinced that sleeping with Hex IceFly would be the most exhilarating experience of her life so far, or that the man would rather chew glass than give in to their mutual attraction.
This vacation was turning out to be a lot less fun than she had planned.
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He swore violently and stood glaring at her with eyes that burned with heat and frustration and a distinct sense of unease. Holding her at arm’s length, he struggled to regain his breath even as she struggled to free herself and press against him once more.
“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. His voice was so harsh, so low, so animal that he sounded more like wolf than man. It took a few seconds for Tabitha’s overheated brain to translate the question and even longer for her to understand what he meant. For some reason he seemed to be upset by the fire leaping between them.
Frowning, Tabitha tested his grip on her wrists and found it just as steely as ever.
“I wasn’t thinking,” she said, impatient and uncomprehending. “I was too busy tasting you. But I don’t know what you have to be so upset about. I mean, it’s not as if—“
“Sweetheart, I almost fucked you up against a wall, and I’ve known you for all of seventy-two minutes, sixty-three of which you spent unconscious! You bet your ass I’m upset!”
Tabitha felt her frown deepen. “But why? Is there something wrong with the wall?” She craned her head to look at the pale-cream-colored surface behind her. “It seems perfectly functional to me.”
Hex made an odd choking sound. “That’s not the point. Jesus, this is crazy. It’s completely impossible.”
Tabitha let her gaze drop pointedly to his erection and felt her eyes widen. My, but he looked…enthusiastic. And impressive. Borderline challenging.
“It looks very happily possible to me. Probable, even, if you’d stop yelling for a few minutes and just let me get a little bit closer—“
She slid a bare foot up his muscular leg to hook behind his hip and urge him toward her. For one delicious moment, she thought she saw his eyes start to glaze over and his body begin to sway nearer, but then he caught himself, jerking back as if electrocuted and shifting farther out of reach.
“Would you stop that?”
If she hadn’t known the man in front of her to be a predator, Tabitha might have called the look in his eyes just then hunted, especially once he glanced down at himself and really noticed that the reason he probably felt like she touched him through the fabric of his clothes was because he no longer wore any. But to be fair, neither did she.
His head snapped up, and his expression hardened. “Put them back.”
Tabitha didn’t pretend to misunderstand. Instead, she sighed. “I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t? I’m not the one around here who does magic, lady, and I’d sure as hell remember it if I’d undressed you, so I think it’s a pretty safe bet that you’re the one to blame.”
“Accusations are so not constructive—“
“Put them back,” he repeated, in a tone she bet made all the female werewolves swoon. “Now.”
“I told you, I can’t.” Since her gorgeous but grouchy companion had seen fit to kill the mood, Tabitha gave up and leaned against the wall, which was not nearly as much fun as it would have been if he’d been pressing her up against it with that yummy body of his. The thought helped her muster up a respectable scowl of her own. “I don’t have the magic. I’m drained.”
Seeing the Lupine’s confusion and not in the mood to be accused of lying, which she felt sure would be his next step, Tabitha explained. “Fae magic is different from the magic you have here. It’s an entirely different system, almost like another language, and the only language I speak is Fae. I might be able to puzzle out some of the important words if I concentrate really hard, but that would take more energy than I’d be likely to gather. Which means that if I want to use magic while I’m in this world, I need to use magical energy I brought with me from Faerie.”
“Then do that. Use what stuff you brought with you.”
“Like I just told you,” she said, glaring, “I’m drained. I used up all the magic I brought when I was trying to keep from being eaten by a demon with a serious case of the munchies. I don’t have anything left. That’s why you’re seeing what I really look like, instead of the glamour I had on when I got here. When I used the last of my magic, I couldn’t even keep that simple a spell cast.”
His expression reflected his skepticism. “If you can’t do any magic, where the hell did our clothes go in the first place?”
Tabitha shifted uncomfortably. Somehow, she didn’t see Hex being all that comfortable with the idea that she’d basically fed off the energy created by their intimate encounter. It was one of the inherent talents of the sidhe branch of the Fae that sex fueled their magic, and while that failed to even raise eyebrows in Faerie, it occasionally proved a bit disturbing to inhabitants of the human world. Other or not. With that in mind, Tabitha didn’t really want to be the one to have to explain it to this already-irritable Lupine. It would be enough of a challenge getting him to kiss her again as it was. If he reacted with the unease most of his fellow non-Fae felt for folk who replenished their magic with the energy of others, he’d probably never touch her again. She really wanted him to touch her again.
“That was the last of it,” she said, cautiously meeting his gaze. “I’m surprised I even had enough to manifest a thought like that, but there’s no way I can reverse it now. I’m tapped out.”
Hex’s expression remained suspicious, but he released one of her wrists and used the other to tug her along behind him. He crossed the room to a half-closed door Tabitha had been much to occupied to notice earlier.
As they stepped into the other room, she looked from the enormous invitingly rumpled bed to the Lupine’s grim expression and made a face. It didn’t look like she should get her hopes up here, but she couldn’t stifle the disappointed sigh when he grabbed her by the shoulders and positioned her squarely in the center of the room, well away from any and all accommodatingly flat surfaces.
“Don’t move.”
Obediently, she stood still and watched him rummage through a chest of drawers. He pulled out a pair of jeans first and tugged them on roughly. With his back turned, he missed the wistful expression that crossed her face as the heavy cloth slid over and concealed his truly mouthwatering behind. She consoled herself by admiring the way the fabric cupped and molded to him, right up until a veil of blue-striped cotton landed on her head, cutting off her vision. She reached up to yank it away and heard the thud of another garment landing at her feet.
“Get dressed,” he growled, and stalked past her out of the room without another glance.
Sighing, Tabitha picked up the sweatpants he’d left her and dropped them on the end of the bed while she slipped into the soft cotton shirt and went to work on the buttons. Sometimes, she really wished her instincts were a little less reliable. Because then maybe she wouldn’t be quite so convinced that sleeping with Hex IceFly would be the most exhilarating experience of her life so far, or that the man would rather chew glass than give in to their mutual attraction.
This vacation was turning out to be a lot less fun than she had planned.
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Publication Date: 11-04-2011
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