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Authors: Crystal Jordan

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She stuffed those thoughts away and made herself come up with a new topic, like when this whole situation was over and they could go back to their lives. Alex could be his computer genius self, headed for college soon. Merek could go back to the police department. She could resume her research on lycanthropy. The potion she'd made for herself had worn off weeks ago, so she now remembered her work, but there was nothing she could do about it cut off from her lab the way she was.
Even if they had the breakthrough she knew they were on the verge of, it would still take years of testing and refining to perfect the treatment. They'd tried everything they could think of to block or regulate hormone release, inhibit magic. Synthetic chemicals, plant extracts, herbs. Everything. Some were more useful than others, but nothing had quite gotten there. The mix they had now was close. Very, very close.
She sighed in familiar frustration, scrubbing shampoo into her hair as if she could stimulate her brain into thinking up the answer. But nothing new came to her as she rinsed off, or as she hopped out of the shower, or as she finished preparing for bed. A disgusted growl rumbled in her chest. She'd gone over and over this so many times. The only thing she'd ever seen keep a werewolf in human form on full moon was when Alex was shot with a silver bullet.
“Silver.” She jerked as if she'd been shot herself. Holy shit. That was
it.
Yes! If they used the current formula they had and added trace amounts of silver, it just might work. She could keep Alex from having to Change. She could save him, just as Jaya had always dreamed. She could increase the life expectancy of an entire Magickal race. Elation bubbled up inside her, and she danced out of the bathroom, twirling in a wobbly pirouette. “Silver, silver, sil
ver
.”
“What about silver?”
“Gah!” She jolted, reeling back until she bounced off the doorjamb. Clapping her hand against her chest, she tried to slow her rocketing heartbeat as she stared at Merek lounging across her bed. “Gods, you scared me.”
“Sorry.” Though he didn't sound remorseful. “What about silver?”
A huge smile bloomed across her face, and at that moment she didn't care that she was on his shit list or that he didn't want her like she wanted him.
Years
of her work had just clicked into place. This used to be what she lived for—she stomped down on the thought that she'd have to learn to live for it again. “I think that's it. What'll refine the formula we were working on. If we add trace amounts of silver, it would stop the Change.”
His eyes narrowed in thought. “It took more than trace amounts to stop Alex's Change last month. It almost killed him in the process.”
“Yes, but we aren't going to shoot anyone, and we won't have the complications of trauma and blood loss. Plus, trace amounts combined with the other chemicals we're using just
might
do the trick. I have to run tests. Lots of tests.” She slammed her hands on her hips. “I want my lab back, damn it.”
He jerked upright, his fingers fisting at his sides. “Too bad. If you think for even a second you're taking a field trip over to Seattle, you're out of your mind.”
She huffed out a breath, and her elation dimmed. “Please. I'm not an idiot, despite what you may think.”
“I never said you were an idiot.” He sighed, his hands unknotting.
“We did our best in a bad situation, Merek. I know you're not comfortable being this close to Seattle, and neither am I, but you were unavailable for consultation at the time.” The ghastly pale expression on his face from that morning flashed through her mind. “I'm sorry if you don't like this, but we couldn't stay where we were, and I made an executive decision.”
“I know. I know you did your best, and I appreciate your hauling my unconscious ass along for the ride.” He shook his head. “I'm not happy with this situation, but that means I'm worried
for
you, not angry
at
you.”
“Thank you for making that distinction. And you're welcome. You would have done the same.” But he still hadn't addressed how she'd spilled out her love all over him and he'd looked at her like she'd sprouted horns and a forked tail.
He met her gaze, and she knew his thinking had followed the same path as hers. “Are you angry at me?”
“No.” Not angry, hurt. She swallowed and looked away, unable to hold his gaze. “I'm not mad.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
The question sent a pang through her, and self-preservation warred with need. “No.”
“Good.” His breath eased out. “There are some . . . things we don't agree on, but I don't want to fight.”
Things. Like whether she could or should love him. Like whether they should have come to this island. Yeah. There were some
things
they didn't see eye to eye on. It was unlikely they'd come to an accord on either issue.
“I don't want to fight either.” She offered him a wavering smile. “I just solved years worth of research. I think. We should celebrate.”
“Celebrate.” A naughty smiled flashed, the only warning she had before his hand shot out, snapped around her wrist in an iron grip, and jerked her facedown across his lap.
A squeak erupted from her, and her breath rushed out of her lungs as she hit the hard muscles of his thighs. Her hands bunched in the bedspread, her nose a bare inch from the soft fabric. “Merek!”
“What?” His voice was a silken purr. He stroked his fingers up the back of her calf, making her shiver. Excitement whipped through her, and her nipples went rock hard in moments. “This isn't the kind of celebration you had in mind?”
Her short laugh was incredulous. “You want to give me a celebratory spanking?”
Cool air rushed over her thighs as he drew her nightgown up and tossed it over her head. Her breath heaved in little pants, anticipation twisting within her as he cupped her buttocks in his palm. “Can you think of a better way to commemorate the occasion?”
She couldn't.
His fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and began working them down her legs. “Let's get rid of these.”
A slow whimper trickled from her lips, and she arched her hips to help him ease the lace off of her. Shrugging, she let her nightgown fall forward off her arms and onto the floor, leaving her naked. Her tongue twisted into knots, and she could do little more than moan when his callused fingers caressed the bare globes of her backside.
“You have the sweetest little ass,” he growled.
“Oh, gods, Merek. I don't know if—”
A sharp swat cut her off. “Too late to run, remember sweetheart?” He stroked her stinging flesh. She closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the bedspread. Far too late to run. From herself, from him, from how she felt about him. She shuddered, and he smacked her backside harder.
“Merek, I—”
“Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop.” He cupped both throbbing cheeks, then dipped between them to find the hot, slippery center of her. Her pussy flexed around his fingers when he penetrated her.
She panted, lifting her hips into the rough stroking of his fingers. Her mind whirled, and she scrambled to keep hold of her wits.
“Chloe—”
“Don't stop!” She grabbed the leg of his jeans when he moved as if to set her aside. Everything in her rebelled at his withdrawing now. She didn't think she could handle being left alone. Her feelings were too raw and tumbled, from agony to elation to lust and back to agony. “Don't stop. We're celebrating.”
“Yes, we are.”
She smiled against the bedspread when she felt his fingers slide over her backside again. His cock was an iron bar against her hip, so she knew that no matter how jumbled his own emotions were, he did want her. It was enough. It had to be. Even if it hurt that she
knew
he might not be capable of giving her more. She understood why he might not want her to love him. His lost family would make him just as wary of love, of needing anyone, as she had always been. But it was too late to save herself. It had been from the very beginning, whether she'd admitted it or not. So, she'd take what she could get for as long as she could get it. She pressed herself into his stroking hand, raising her ass to fit against his palm.
His hand lifted away from her skin, came back down in a light pat that made her whimper in frustration. That wasn't what she wanted. She needed the intensity that would burn away everything else. The love, the anguish. All of it. She undulated on his lap, sighing when he slapped her left cheek, then her right. Hard. Harder.
Desire slammed into her, no slow building tide, but a crashing wave that dragged her under and drowned her. Wetness coated the lips of her pussy, and her inner walls contracted. Quicker, sharper swats, randomly spread over her ass, her upper thighs. Her flesh swelled, stung, burned. She cried out when he stopped, moaned when he thrust his hand between her legs. He flicked her clit, and she jolted, let out a broken groan. Filling her sex with three thick fingers, he worked her slowly, but it wasn't enough. She bowed her back, pushing them both faster.
“None of that, sweetheart,” he scolded. And he took his hand away from her needy pussy and brought it down hard on her ass. The crack of flesh on flesh aroused her. Only with Merek would she want this; only with Merek could she surrender everything.
Each sharp spank reverberated through her entire body, made her sex clench, made her wetter. She was so close. He wasn't even inside her, and she was going to come for him. When he paused again to tease her clit and fuck her pussy with his fingers, she shattered. Fiery heat and icy tingles sluiced over her flesh as her sex spasmed again and again. He smacked her ass, building her need until she crested once more, bucked helplessly against his hand.
Her heart pounded, made the blood roar in her ears. She turned her head to look up at him and meet his beautiful eyes. His face was tight with lust, red staining his high cheekbones. His chest heaved with each breath as he stared down at her.
“Make love with me, Merek.” A low sob ripped from her when he cupped her aching backside. “Let's forget everything. Just for the night. Please, Merek. I want you.” A tear slipped free when she heard his defeated groan.
Ignoring the voices in her head that whispered this might, in fact, be her last night with him, she turned herself over to his pleasure. Whatever tomorrow brought, she intended to enjoy these final hours with him.
For the first time in her life, she wished the night would never end.
Forget? Merek wanted to forget everything, just as she'd said. Forget he'd failed to defend himself well enough and
they'd
had to drag
him
to safety. Forget that he'd woken to find they were a stone's throw away from danger. Forget he couldn't keep her forever. Forget that she
loved
him.
He clamped down on that thought so fast, it made his own head spin. No. Not again. Never again. He knew that road only led to a dead end.
Her
dead end. He couldn't live with that.
Never
again. This was temporary. He'd always known that, and her love changed nothing. In fact, it only made it more necessary to walk away from her. Soon. An instinct that wasn't clairvoyance told him it would all be over soon. How and why and exactly when was beyond his abilities.
More than ever before, he hated his own weakness and how it kept him from protecting her.
He closed his eyes when her fingers brushed his leg, wrenching him back to the present, to the grinding needs of his body. His cock throbbed, so stiff with his lust, he shook. She lay nude, draped across his lap, her pale skin flushed from his spanking, cream slicking her thighs from where she'd come for him.
“Merek,” she whispered, and he broke.
Hauling her upright, he pulled her astride his thighs. He shoved his hand into her hair, held her still for his kiss. This time, this once, he had to have all of her, had to give her everything. No holding back, no pretending this dance wouldn't end. She melted against him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He groaned and locked his arms around her, so she was plastered against him. Gods, the feel of her was unbearable it was so perfect.
Her fingers slid under his shirt, pulling it over his head, and he shuddered, loving her hands on him. Her touch fulfilled needs he wasn't even willing to admit he had. He just wanted her, wanted more. He slid one hand down to cup the soft, smooth curve of her ass and pull her tighter to him. She moaned and twisted in his arms, rubbing her nipples over his chest, her movement driving him crazy.
He used his grip on the silken strands of her hair to pull her head back so he could bite his way down her slim throat. The taste of her, the feminine smell of her, sank hooks of need inside him. She arched her body into him, her legs wrapping around his hips as she tried to ride his dick through his pants. He forced her back into a deeper bend so he could suck her little nipples into his mouth one at a time. He drew hard on the tight crests, batting them with his tongue, shoving them against the roof of his mouth.

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