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legs came up around him in reflex response and she sought out his mouth, needing the onslaught of delicious kisses only he could give her.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, plundering her mouth with his.
He kicked the door closed behind him and took three strides toward the kitchen counter. With a quick swipe of his arm, he sent the fruit bowel scattering across the floor, before placing her seated on the counter top.
His raw, masculine aura of power and strength was overwhelming.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Archer said softly between kisses, sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt to cup her hips and pull her closer.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
He tipped his head back long enough to give her a slow, predatory smile before capturing her mouth with his again in a kiss so heated, so exciting, that she almost squealed with delight.
The man was built for speed, sex, and pleasure. The thought made her entire body burn, and she threw her head back with a soft sigh.
The sound of the kitchen door opening across the room sent a vague warning through her, but she ignored it.
“What the hell?”
Sienna’s eyes flew open and she pulled back to stare at Archer. He drew in a deep, aggravated breath and tilted his head toward the kitchen door. “Your timing sucks, brother.”
Sienna blinked, trying to catch her breath and find her senses. She felt like a whirlwind had ripped through her – a whirlwind of pure masculine heat and sexiness.
With a quick glance past Archer’s body, she saw Ethan walk further into the kitchen. Like his brother, he was tall and muscular, but had a lightness about him that Sienna had always loved. He wore his sandy brown hair in shorter spikes, the casual look suiting his carefree personality. Usually, his striking blue eyes were filled with laughter and kindness. Tonight, the Ethan that stood glaring at her was a far cry from the Ethan she knew. Fury had erased the laughter in his eyes, a deep frown creased his brow, and his mouth was set in a tight grimace of complete disapproval. There was nothing light about Ethan now.
Sienna closed her eyes with a soft groan and dropped her head against Archer’s chest, hoping that Ethan would simply turn around and leave.
But no.
“Archer,” Ethan said in a low tone, the single word signalling the start of a heated lecture.
Archer kept his back to his brother and remained positioned between her legs, quietly casting a quick scan across her body to ensure she was decent. With a frown, he straightened her shirt and exhaled. “Not now, Ethan.”
Ethan grabbed the discarded fruit bowel off the floor and gaped at his brother. “Seriously?”
“Not now, Ethan.”
“Archer.”
“Ethan,” Archer said quietly, his tone serving as a warning on its own, “leave. Now.”
With an unaccustomed scowl, Ethan picked up the various fruit strewn across the kitchen floor and threw them back into the fruit bowel. “You two miss the part about this sort of behaviour being forbidden between a Keeper and his witch? You’ll have The Circle spitting cobras.”
Ethan’s words brought reality crashing around Sienna’s feet with a thunderous roar.
The damn Circle.
A relationship between a Keeper and his witch was so strongly frowned upon that the witches had cast a spell, cursing any budding relationship. They had their uses, their rules and regulations were needed, but right now, Sienna resented the hell out of them. It was hard to think that a bunch of dead witches still ruled her life.
Sienna felt Archer withdraw, even though he hadn’t moved.
Thanks to Ethan’s stark reminder, the curse that kept her and Archer apart two years ago would continue to keep them apart.
“Ethan, this is none of your business,” Archer said, whirling around to face his brother.
“When it comes to Sienna, everything about her is my business.”
“Not this.”
Ethan took three strides and stood in front of his brother. “You’re
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, plundering her mouth with his.
He kicked the door closed behind him and took three strides toward the kitchen counter. With a quick swipe of his arm, he sent the fruit bowel scattering across the floor, before placing her seated on the counter top.
His raw, masculine aura of power and strength was overwhelming.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Archer said softly between kisses, sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt to cup her hips and pull her closer.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
He tipped his head back long enough to give her a slow, predatory smile before capturing her mouth with his again in a kiss so heated, so exciting, that she almost squealed with delight.
The man was built for speed, sex, and pleasure. The thought made her entire body burn, and she threw her head back with a soft sigh.
The sound of the kitchen door opening across the room sent a vague warning through her, but she ignored it.
“What the hell?”
Sienna’s eyes flew open and she pulled back to stare at Archer. He drew in a deep, aggravated breath and tilted his head toward the kitchen door. “Your timing sucks, brother.”
Sienna blinked, trying to catch her breath and find her senses. She felt like a whirlwind had ripped through her – a whirlwind of pure masculine heat and sexiness.
With a quick glance past Archer’s body, she saw Ethan walk further into the kitchen. Like his brother, he was tall and muscular, but had a lightness about him that Sienna had always loved. He wore his sandy brown hair in shorter spikes, the casual look suiting his carefree personality. Usually, his striking blue eyes were filled with laughter and kindness. Tonight, the Ethan that stood glaring at her was a far cry from the Ethan she knew. Fury had erased the laughter in his eyes, a deep frown creased his brow, and his mouth was set in a tight grimace of complete disapproval. There was nothing light about Ethan now.
Sienna closed her eyes with a soft groan and dropped her head against Archer’s chest, hoping that Ethan would simply turn around and leave.
But no.
“Archer,” Ethan said in a low tone, the single word signalling the start of a heated lecture.
Archer kept his back to his brother and remained positioned between her legs, quietly casting a quick scan across her body to ensure she was decent. With a frown, he straightened her shirt and exhaled. “Not now, Ethan.”
Ethan grabbed the discarded fruit bowel off the floor and gaped at his brother. “Seriously?”
“Not now, Ethan.”
“Archer.”
“Ethan,” Archer said quietly, his tone serving as a warning on its own, “leave. Now.”
With an unaccustomed scowl, Ethan picked up the various fruit strewn across the kitchen floor and threw them back into the fruit bowel. “You two miss the part about this sort of behaviour being forbidden between a Keeper and his witch? You’ll have The Circle spitting cobras.”
Ethan’s words brought reality crashing around Sienna’s feet with a thunderous roar.
The damn Circle.
A relationship between a Keeper and his witch was so strongly frowned upon that the witches had cast a spell, cursing any budding relationship. They had their uses, their rules and regulations were needed, but right now, Sienna resented the hell out of them. It was hard to think that a bunch of dead witches still ruled her life.
Sienna felt Archer withdraw, even though he hadn’t moved.
Thanks to Ethan’s stark reminder, the curse that kept her and Archer apart two years ago would continue to keep them apart.
“Ethan, this is none of your business,” Archer said, whirling around to face his brother.
“When it comes to Sienna, everything about her is my business.”
“Not this.”
Ethan took three strides and stood in front of his brother. “You’re
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