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The scent of jas inside hi Jasmine, not violets

He didn’t want jaseline

The only one who could slake this hunger was Skye

He opened his eyes to look down at the wo to take hi Her body too lush, too ripe

His body went soft With a growl of disgust, hehied and wounded aniht as well still be shackled and chained to the witch’s rock for all the freedom he had froeline asked carefully

"I don’t know" He had a beautiful, practically naked, willing woman in front of him, and direct orders from his chief to find sexual release And he couldn’t take her He didn’t want to be inside her Not between her legs Not in herhim

Goddess, that witch had hi to let me clear you, Paenther, you’ll have to do it yourself And I’ll have to watch toyou froeline’s scent didn’t overpower hiht of Skye Of the day he kissed her for the first ti she was human He’d ordered Foxx back to the country store a second tiain He hadn’t expected her to be there, but she’d been waiting And when she’d slid into his arms and pressed herhis body As she swept her tongue into his entleness flew fro with his tongue as he pulled her tight against him She tasted like raindrops and s inside her

Her arm slipped from around his neck and moved down to slide over that distended part of his anatohts were as carnal and desperate as his own He slid his pal the skirt of her dress until he found the he her war her hot, daarments

A sle, shaking finger deep inside her tight wet sheath

Paenther opened his eyes and strode to the bathroo erection out of his pants and began pu himself off over the sink His ht have taken her right there Right then He’d been so hard for her And she’d been so ready

Daain as she’d ridden hi herself as he’d directed her to

Goddess, she’d been glorious as the passion had begun to ride her, as the cries had escaped that slender throat

And when she’d coht on his own With a low groan, he pu in only thea towel, he cleaned hieline watching hi heat rose in his body A flare of panic ran beneath his breastbone He’d cleared hieline, he pulled her into his ar her even less than he had before Skye’s slender body rose in his mind, her scent the only one he craved

"Shit!" He store boiling his blood

Behind him, a feht, just not with ic You’re into her for real, warrior"

Paenther swung to face his scantily clad companion "I have not fallen for a witch!"

"Maybe not eh that no one else will do"

Paenther felt the rush of feral anger, his teeth and claws elongating, his et bloody

"Ease doarrior," Evangeline said without fear "It’ll go away, Paenther You’re not the first male to want a female you shouldn’t have You won’t be the last Sooner or later, you’ll get over her"

Paenther clenched his jaw hard and nodded "Sooner, not later" He pulled his and claws The best way to end this unholy infatuation was to avoid the witch altogether The only reason he’d brought her back here was to interrogate her and find out what she knew Once they’d done that, there was nothing to keep theet over her

Striding back into the bathroo the smell of the caverns and the witch off his skin As he dried hiive her into Roar’s keeping Let his chief decide what to do with her Because, enchanted or not, he obviously wasn’t thinking clearly when it came to this particular witch And there was too much at stake for him to make any more errors

Paenther dressed quickly, in a clean pair of black leathers and a black silk shirt, buckling his knife belt around his waist

The witch was no longer his concern

If only, for one da her

Chapter Nine

Skye stood within her prison cell deep below Feral House, once ainst the wall Her body quaked as she struggled for breath, fearing what Paenther would do when he returned, dreading Birik’s retribution How many times had Birik told her if she ever escaped hi to die?

If only she could escape theo ho for her mother nearly overwhelmed her But she didn’t kno to find her Her world had been so contained, so secure, she had no frame of reference within the human world to lead her back there No idea what human town they’d lived near, or even what state No way to contact the people she’d loved

And no way to know if they, too, had lost their souls and were now part of Inir’s army

She brushed at the tear that rolled down her cheek It didn’t matter because she’d never be free Escape was io She wasn’t sure they’d even let her live once she’d told them what she knew about Birik and the Daemons

The memory of what she’d witnessed doubled her over until she thought she would be sick again The terror of those poor people still pulsed through her blood, their screa forever in her head The foul smell of the Daemon himself felt perle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>