Free magic and mayhem 01 - switching hour by Robyn Peterman Page B

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