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  "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 10

  "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."

  "About that, Mac…" I started.

  "Say that again," he demanded.

  "Say what?"

  "My name. Say my name again."

  I realized I'd never said it until then. Of course I'd known him only for an hour, but… "Mac. Mac. Mac." His smile of joy made me giggle. "But seriously, I'm not a werewolf. This whole ‘I'm your mate’ thing doesn't fly with me."

  "But you are my mate," he said as if it was a done deal. "You're mine."

  "Um… nope. Clearly we work well in the sack—or on the floor—but we're going to have to date or something."

  "Date?" He was incredulous.

  "Yes. Date. You know, like go to dinner, make out in the back of the movie theatre, hold hands and go on walks. Stuff like that. However—full disclosure here, I'm crappy girlfriend material."

  "Do we get to keep having sex?" he asked as he mulled over my proposition, ignoring the warning.

  "Well, duh. Yes."

  "Okay. I can do that," he said as he slapped my ass and rolled me off of him. "We'll go on a date tomorrow night. You will wear no panties and a short skirt. We will ride my motorcycle and have sex by the river." He seemed quite pleased with his agenda.

  "Dude, you will not dictate how I dress. I have extremely sexy panties and I plan to wear them."

  "Can I rip them off with my teeth?" he inquired with a very naughty look in his eyes.

  I considered this request for two entire seconds before I agreed. "Yes, but you'll have to buy me new ones and they're not cheap."

  "Deal."

  Oh my Goddess, what had I gotten myself into?

  Chapter 11

  "That's your cat?" Mac asked as he eyed Fabio suspiciously. Fabio hissed and eyed him right back.

  "Yes, and you can't eat him. If you're hungry there are frozen pizzas in the fridge," I told Mac as we entered the kitchen. Thankfully, my gifts from the Shifters I'd healed were still in the basement. I refused to re-don bloody clothing. I was now sporting a hotter than hell Stella McCartney navy mini dress. Mac was delighted there were no panties in the stash and walked closely behind me as we mounted the stairs. He was a pig in wolf's clothing.

  "You don't cook?" he asked and raised an eyebrow.

  "Nope. And I have no plans to learn. Is that a problem for you?" I slapped my hands on my hips and waited for some chauvinistic remark to fly from his lips.

  "Nope. I have a cook already."

  "Is it a female?" I shouted. He was not going to have some wolfy bimbo cooking for him if I was anywhere in the picture.

  His grin of delight at my obvious jealousy almost split his face. "No. It's a man, sweetheart. You'll love him."

  "I have no plans to meet him. Ever," I shot back.

  "Uh huh, whatever you say." He bit down on his lip to hide his smile. "And just so you know, I don't eat cats. I don't eat other Shifters or anything magical. However, I'd be more than happy to eat you."

  He had rendered me speechless—very difficult to do. He was disgusting and I kind of loved it—not that I would ever let him know. "Out," I yelled. "You're leaving now."

  His laugh made me horny again, which only served to increase my anger.

  "I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven."

  "If you're lucky," I muttered under my breath.

  With a wink and a slap on my ass he left. Leaning on the closed door, I gulped in a deep breath and blew it out slowly between my lips. Mac was going to be a huge problem.

  "Heeeeee's not goood enough for you," Fabio sniffed disdainfully.

  "Somebody should probably tell him that," I said as I pulled myself together and ransacked the fridge for food. Sex made me hungry. There was nothing. Crap.

  "I ceeertainly hope you didn't sleeeep with him," he hissed as he attacked his sack.

  "No. We definitely didn't sleep."

  "Zeeelda," he whined. "You can do better than hiiiiim."

  "Fabio, how do you even know that? I'm not a prize. I'm a dire
ctionless witch on probation who's never maintained a relationship in my life." I plopped down on the sofa and let my head fall to my hands.

  "Youuuuu are beautiful, powerful, smaaaart and fuuuuullll of compassion. Some young man, hopefully a waaaarlock, will be lucky to haaaaave you someday."

  "You forgot materialistic and selfish. You know, you sound alarmingly like a parent instead of a familiar at the moment." I gave him the evil eyeball. "Well, not either of my parents. My mother didn't give a shit about me no matter how hard I tried and you know about my sperm donor."

  "Was it baaaad growing up with heeeer?"

  I glanced over and realized he really cared. "It was what it was. Regret and wallowing in self-pity are for pussies. No offense."

  "Nooone taken. From the gooossip I've heard, yourrrr sperm dooonor does care—greatly. He's just indisposed at theeeeee moment," he said quietly.

  "Yeah, well, that's awesome, but doesn't really do me any good. Can you whip up some food? I'm starved."

  "Cheeeeck the porch," he advised. "I thiiink you will be happy."

  ***

  Fabio was right and he was wrong. There was definitely food on the front porch, but it came with about fifty Shifters.

  Chuck and Bob were waving from the back of the crowd.

  Wanda and little Bo were organizing the dishes on a long table that had been set up on the front lawn.

  DeeDee was manning the grill with a bunch of other gals and the beer was flowing freely.

  WTF?

  "Surprise," Chuck shouted. He ambled over and trapped me in a hug that made breathing difficult.

  The term bear hug came to mind. Also the unappetizing thought of him bending my aunt over a chair...

  "You're having a picnic!" he bellowed with glee.

  "I can see that," I replied dryly. "Who in the hell are all these people?"

  "Shifters," the rabbit I'd repaired told me as he chugged a beer.

  "What's your name?" I asked him.

  "Roger."

  "You're joking." I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. He couldn't seriously be named Roger Rabbit.

  His eyes narrowed and his nose twitched. I was floored to realize even in his human form I could still tell he was a rabbit.