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Hella locked gazes with him, awareness sweeping through her.

She had just ruined everything.

She would never want another male now.

MacKinnon only made that feeling stronger by finding a clean rag and carefully wiping her, gently stroking her trembling backside with his free hand as he growled low, an air of possession in it that excited her this time.

When he was done, she turned to face him and undid the spell holding his wrists. He rubbed them and she blushed as he stooped and picked up her underwear. He held it out to her. She quickly donned it, her legs still shaking, feeling weak beneath her, and searched for a dress that wasn’t in tatters. She found one over the back of her armchair and pulled it on, stumbled a few steps towards the door and looked back at him.

Needing to know he was all right.

MacKinnon nodded and closed his eyes, and slumped into the chair.

While she didn’t need his permission to go and speak with Fenix, she appreciated that he wasn’t going to go off the rails about it, and silently swore she would make it quick.

Because she already wanted an encore.

Chapter 21

The moment the incubus left them alone in the well-appointed pale blue bedroom he had teleported them to, MacKinnon turned on Hella.

“I don’t like this,” he growled and began pacing, his eyes locked on the door as his senses stretched outwards, charting everything.

Including the fact there were three incubi on the floor below him and the one called Fenix appeared to be heading towards them.

His beautiful fated female was in a house with four sex demons and why? Because she apparently felt compelled to help one of them.

The same one who had come to her all those weeks ago and had talked about her private life as if he knew every juicy detail of it. How close were they? Kin didn’t want to know the answer to that question, so he pushed it out of his head.

“It’s only temporary. I’ll help Fenix with his problem and at the same time I don’t have to worry about the nymph.” She touched her messy blue hair and pulled a face.

MacKinnon rounded on her. “I offered you protection from the nymph. You don’t need this male.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Here I thought you would be different after sex, but apparently not. You’re still growling and snarling and snapping your fangs at me.”

She twisted away from him and he grabbed her arm, tugging her back to face him.

“I’ll no’ have you cavorting with sex demons.” He came to stand over her, every instinct he possessed howling at him to make it a demand—an order.

She wrenched her arm free of his grip.

“I’m sorry? Cavorting? Why don’t you just say it straight, MacKinnon?” She stepped up to him and prodded him hard in the chest, and he didn’t like the way she had returned to calling him by that version of his name when she had shown him the bliss of hearing her call him Kin. Her jabs punctuated each word that lashed from her lips as she glared up at him, silver and gold stars sparking in her emerald irises. “You think I’m going to fuck them. That I have no control over myself and will be spreading my legs for them the second I’m within screwing distance.”

She dug the tip of her finger into his chest and twisted it with those last two words, and then pivoted away from him on a huff.

He curled his hands into fists at his sides and clenched them, reining in his urge to follow his instincts, aware it would only make things worse. He and his wolf side were at odds again, that part of him snarling and wild, sure that one of the males was going to steal her from him, and it was making it hard to think straight.

Making love to Hella had given him back his strength and returned his body to what it had been before the curse had ravaged it, but it had done a number on his instincts. They were stronger now, constantly pressing him to dominate her and make her belong to him, and he was already growing tired of fighting them every step of the way so he didn’t mess things up with her.

Not that he was doing a good job of that.

“No,” he grumbled and scrubbed a hand down his face. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes in that way that screamed she didn’t believe a word that left his lips.

“I didn’t,” he barked and his hand fell to his side. “I just… I…”

She gave him an expectant look, one that morphed into disappointment when words failed him. “Let me finish for you. You just think I’ll give myself to you and in the next heartbeat I’d give myself to another male, because I’m a whore queen.”

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