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couldn’t come up with one fucking example. It wasn’t as though the
prospect of making the blonde spitfire his had ever crossed his mind—at least
not with any serious ambition. Not with any sort of delusion that she would
ever consent to a claim of ownership.
    Now, tucked in the embrace of a woman he’d always wanted but
never thought to have—a woman who didn’t necessarily hate him, but certainly
didn’t love him—Zeth found himself contemplating things he’d never seriously
considered. The considerations and methodologies that went into wolven mating
rituals had been a large part of his upbringing, stressing the importance of
ensuring the woman to whom he tied himself was someone he loved.
    Because wolves mated for life. No ifs, ands or buts.
    Raegan Pritchett was his. Christ, the thought should have
terrified him, or infuriated him, or done anything but charge him with a
strange rush of excitement. Whether or not he loved her was in the air—after
she discovered what he was, he’d never thought he’d get close enough to try.
Then again, he’d never anticipated a demon spell that preyed on its targets’
guiltiest fantasies. A demon spell that would make them fuck like rabbits.
    Zeth groaned. Despite having fallen over the edge more times
tonight than he had since that first week he discovered masturbation, he felt
his body stirring, felt a familiar rush singe his veins and coax his cock to
life.
    Perhaps it was a better idea to keep thoughts regarding the
future postponed right now. Raegan hadn’t said anything since coming apart in
his arms, since reaching for him, demanding closeness without anything but a
pleading sob. Obviously she knew what had transpired, about claims and what
they meant, but he didn’t want to break the calm between them. For the moment,
the world was still.
    He had her pussy around his cock, her arms around his neck,
and her shallow breaths tickling his ear. He didn’t need to worry with what
happened tomorrow until tomorrow.
    Until then, he had the opportunity to make love to her and
attempt to put all the nastiness behind them. He had the opportunity to appease
his guilt by making amends.
    Only a fool would reject the tacit offer of a second chance.
    “Raegan?”
    “Mmm?”
    He grinned, thrusting his hips forward just enough to earn a
squeak. “You awake?”
    She tensed briefly, then sighed and tightened her hold on
him. “Even if I wasn’t, my engine is still a go-go. I’m going to be walking sideways
for a week.”
    “You sore, baby?”
    Raegan nodded when he pulled back. The look in her eyes, for
the first time since being triggered by the thing the goddamned priest had
summoned, was wholly, unabashedly her. As though Raegan as he knew her had
returned after running a last-minute errand. The woman he saw reflected
everything he knew about her—her strength, cushioned by her fears. Her wits and
resilience, even when faced with incredible odds. The lengths she’d go to for
her job, surviving only on the wisp of a promise it would one day lead her to
justice. Raegan hadn’t joined Higgins’ staff at All The Above because
she enjoyed writing fluff pieces for conspiracy theorists. It was the only
somewhat respectable profession she could seek that allowed her to
realistically tail leads that would perhaps guide her to the answers she’d
sought since her friend’s death. That combination—the willingness to put
herself in unsavory situations for the sake of gaining knowledge and her fear
of wherever said knowledge might take her—made her one hell of a force to be
reckoned with.
    Zeth respected the hell out of her. Had he ever told her
that?
    “I need you again,” he murmured.
    “I know.” Raegan smiled. “It’s okay. I think I’m good for
another round.”
    It was as close to an admission of want as he’d get, and
strange as he found her sudden lack of resistance, Zeth would be a fool to look
a gift horse in the mouth. Especially when he knew what that mouth