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assault!
    Being a sub is a horribly wonderful
thing.

    At last he couldn’t take anymore.
Tristan fell over me, his body covering mine like a blanket as his
hips beat against me in a desperate tattoo. His groin was tight to
mine, rubbing my clit with every eager thrust. Blinding sensation
licked through my lower body, dragging me towards
climax.
    No, no, no. He hasn’t given
permission.
    My eyes were squeezed shut, my jaw
clenched in a teeth-shattering bite, my hands fisted until my
fingernails bit into my palms. Tickling heat seized my loins,
pulling me into the abyss. I was going over.
    No, darn it, hold on, he hasn’t said I
can!
    I was at the top of the peak,
excruciating bliss starting its cascade, laying hold and tensing to
fling me out into space.
    NopleaseTristannowpleaserightnow!
    “Now, Brandilynn! Come now!”
    His shout came just as I dissolved into
a gazillion tiny suns, all exploding at once in a cataclysm of
white-hot oblivion. Orgasm hurled me into eternity, every cell
seeming to swirl in its own delighted dance through the cosmos. I
expanded and expanded until I must have broken the edges of the
universe.
    When I coalesced back into my own
little Planet Brandilynn, Tristan was laying on top of me once
more, offering little moans while his cock twitched spasms inside
me. I’d lost all sense of him during my explosion, hadn’t noticed
his climax at all. Delayed gratification is good like
that.
    After a little while Tristan began to
stir. He propped himself on his elbows with considerable effort.
“Ties off, sweetheart,” he whispered.
    With a wish, my gag was gone and my
wrists free. His kiss was incredibly luscious, and I wrapped my
arms and legs around him.
    “I think I died again,” I told him
after our lips parted company.
    He chuckled. “Not such a bad way to go,
huh?”
    “Not at all.”
    Looking at him, his handsome face
smiling down at me, I thought, I really love you. I wished I could
tell him.
    Bless his heart, Tristan has no such
inhibitions, none of my issues with commitment. “I love you. Thanks
for making me such a happy man.”
    I kissed him again. “You are the best
master ever. I mean that. You are amazing.”
    He was so cute as he swelled with
pride. “Decades of practice, my girl.”
    “Yeah, well it shows. I’m lucky to be
your sub.”
    There was more cuddling, more heartfelt
and undoubtedly disgustingly mushy compliments as we came down from
the high of our play. We were so saccharine, anyone watching
probably would have left the scene with scores of
cavities.
    It was wonderful.

    Too soon it was time to leave each
others’ arms. Tristan has duties, even when he’s dead, and I needed
to get back on the case with the Beasts. I affected the leather
dress I’d conjured earlier for Tristan’s admiration.
    “Maybe I should ride a motorcycle,” he
said with a leer.
    I laughed. Tristan is so not the biker
type. Stick him in a limo. A Mercedes. He’d look right in a Rolls
Royce. But a Harley? Or Bane’s chopper? Uh-uh.
    Looking impossibly elegant even in
charcoal gray slacks and a black button-down shirt, Tristan
embraced me goodbye. “Dan will be in to check on you from time to
time. I want him to find out all the ATF knows while you keep tabs
on the Beasts.”
    “Will do, boss.” I kissed the tip of
his aristocratic nose.
    “Be careful, sweetheart. I don’t know
what I’d do if anything happened to you.”
    The sudden attack of seriousness made
me blink. A flutter erupted in my stomach. “Hey, this is Brandilynn
Payson you’re talking to.”
    That made him smirk. “Exactly my
point.”
    I pouted. Jeez, neither of my
boyfriends had any faith in me to stay out of trouble.

Chapter 4

    I returned to the Beasts’ club,
sticking my head in cautiously to look out for the witch. I saw
nothing but a couple of shifters playing pool and four women. The
place was pretty dead during the day, apparently. Even the music
was tolerable, the local hard rock station playing one of