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“Sugar, I can promise you that there isn’t a thing in the entire universe that’s gonna rush this. If I need to take more drastic measures to keep you still, I’ll do so.” A low whine is her response, so I drop down to the scrap of lace she’s wearing only to find that she’s got shiny decorations to play with underneath the rosy colored top.

Mother. Fucker. That’s. Hot.

Plucking at the shield on one side, I suck on the other nipple through the fabric. Her skin is on fire, and when she stills, I give her a swat on the hipbone. I can tell she’s fighting what she wants because her body is straining to be closer but her mind is still going a thousand miles a minute. I raise my head and peel her top off, grinning at her blindfolded face hungrily. “Get out of your head, Tilly. I want you present and accounted for, especially if that means you’ll give me more of that bratty attitude.”

Sue me. I like a woman who gives me as good as she gets. It’s the asshole in me.

Jolene doesn’t answer, but she digs her fingers into my hair and pullshard.That gives me carte blanche, so I dive back in, biting her nipple lightly while my hand slips into the leg of the silky shorts. For the love of Zeus, she’s not wearing a fuckingthingunder them and she’s soaked. My fingers stroke over her slit teasingly and I know I’m going to fall victim to my own game if she doesn’t quit making thatsoundin her throat. Taking a deep breath, I blow cool air over her nipple watching her shudder.

My control gets more tenuous as I move down her body, kissing and biting over her torso and stomach. The goddamned belly jewel nearly winks at me as I descend and I practically snarl up at her. “Tilly, I’m going to make you scream so loud the neighbors will wonder if someone murdered you. And when I’m done with that, I’m going to break this motherfucking bed, so you have to buy a new one—preferably larger.”

The snort she lets out is delightful, and I grin before I yank her shorts down. Grasping her thighs in my hands, I trace my tongue around the shape of her pussy. She bucks her hips, clearly wanting more, but I do it again just to see her shiver in anticipation. Her back is arched as she digs her hands into the comforter and I know she’s still holding back.

That won’t do at all.

“I said, get out of your head, Tilly,” I murmur before I flick my tongue over her clit lightly.

She makes another strangled noise and I feel her lifting up to peek down at me. I continue teasing my face over her juices, letting it coat my lips and chin so she can see it. I’m pretending not to notice her defiance because I enjoy it, so I tap my fingers on the apex of her mound in a light rhythm. I don’t have to wait long before she gets the message and lies back, clinching the gag between teeth as she grins.

Good girl.

Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I dive in with teeth and tongue, rumbling as her taste and scent flood my senses. It loosens the floodgates immediately and her thighs clamp around my head as she grinds against my face. Pleased with her abandon, I thrust two fingers inside of her and bite her clit lightly as the powers inside of me push hard against my control. I’ve never felt them so intensely during sex before and it seems to be a contest between the three monsters inside of me for which one is going to break free from my control. She makes a soft mewling sound, and that’s it—the bird wins and I can’t stop myself from marking her.

Jolene lets out a deep, long moan and her body spasms as she comes. For a moment, I think she’s going to smother me with her thighs and honestly, I’d die happy. Lifting off her, I shed my clothes quickly and crawl up her body while she’s still shaking. I remove the scarf with a flick of my hand, leaning in to take her lips. She licks herself off my bottom lip and I can’t stop myself from thrusting inside of her. Her arms go around me, squeezing like steel bands and her nails dig in my hips with a delicious sting.

Jesus fucking Christ, I didn’t even use a goddamned rubber and I’ve never once forgotten that step in my entire sexual history.

“Son of abitch,” I whisper as I start to pound into her, our bodies slick with sweat as they slap together. Breaths come in harsh pants as our eyes lock and she groups my dick like she’s trying to wring something of me. If I had better words, I’d use them, but there’s not a goddamned thing I could say that would do this justice.

It feels like coming home.

My hips move faster and thrusts get rougher as we rocket towards a climax when suddenly, every single one of my supe sides still. A warm sensation moves from her body to mine, like a tendrils of energy caressing my skin. Our eyes meet as my hound struggles to break free to respond to whatever she’s doing to us—which, hopefully, isn’t emerging for the first time. That’s the last thought I have before I lose myself to the beast inside of me, and my body drills hers into the bed with the power of a hellhound unleashed.

When her orgasm hits, I raise my head and let out a roar that rattles the window panes. She screams and holds on so tightly it feels like her arms are going to break bones as our bodies begin to still. The fire in my veins fades once I come, making way for the cool breeze associated with the bird. It feels like something inside of her called to my powers, and now they’ve laid claim to the woman beneath me. I don’t know how to feel or what to do about it, so I whisper the first thing that comes to mind, “Drugar.”

The hound has declared his intent, and the bird agrees. My other powers are surprisingly quiet now and I don’t know why.

Shaking my head as my frame trembles and my mind races, I look down at the woman who defined my past and seems to be taking over my future—Jolene is out cold. At least that gives me time to figure out what in the hell I’m going to do about my inner supes claiming an unemerged girl who may still hate me as their mate.

Just fucking great.

Week One

The bell tinkles at the front door and I look up from where I’m carefully removing the cardinal’s nest. I’ll have to figure out where the poor thing got into Zelda’s back room or I’ll be back in a few weeks when another smart avian worms their way into a place that’s protected and warm. Old Z keeps this store at a temperature just this side of Hades, so it’s a tempting spot to nest.

I wipe the sweat off my brow as I take off the gloves I used to make certain I didn’t leave a scent on the nest—I don’t want the mama to abandon these eggs. I’d rather find a nice tree outside on Main and place it, knowing she can follow the smell to her nest easily. I’ll check on it periodically, and if my gambit fails, I’ll bring it home to my aviary to incubate. Either way, the little guys will be taken care of.

A low, dark feline snarl pricks my sensitive ears, and I tilt my head, listening. Something is going on in the store, and I’d better go out and see despite my intense dislike of cats. It’s not normal for someone’s companion to go into protective mode in a fucking furniture store—though Zelda isn’t the most diplomatic person in town. Clashing with a customer wouldn’t be out of her wheelhouse, but this sounds more serious.

Stepping out into the front, I put my fingers to my lips and whistle as loudly as I can. The large cats drop to the ground, their big ears pinned back as the noise interrupts the fierce defense of their human. Once they are neutralized, I look at Zelda. “What in the seventh circle of Hades is going on? Zelda, you asked me to help evict the family of redbirds from your rafters, not calm wild kitties.”

Zelda flutters like a schoolgirl—a behavior that always creeps me out. “Presley Hamilton! You are not dressed for receiving company—even if it is unwelcome visitors.”

The gorgeous woman whose cats are now growling at Zelda narrows her eyes. I’ve never met her, so I don’t know if she’s a Society plant, a Guardian passing through, or maybe even that contentious new resident my darling Lucy has been jabbering about. I wouldn’tthinka lost one would have companions, but one thing I’ve learned about the supe world is that you can’t predict anything. I’ve seen humans—or even people whothinkthey are human—completely ignore magic and wonder when it’s clearly right in front of their faces. And in a town like Whistler’s Hollow where there’s a large presence of supes, someone specifically crafted the spells woven into the border of town to enhance the cluelessness of those who are not aware.

Mystery girl touches the head of the cat on her right, calming the protective beast, so I know I have to de-escalate the situation. After all, if sheislost, no amount of supernatural behavior will get past her memory spells. The Council makes certain they’re strong until emergence so that the individual doesn’t remember or can’t evenseeanything related to magic or shifting. Zelda is a cagey old bat and she damn well knows that, so I have to make sure the snobby shop owner doesn’t take advantage of it.

“I don’t know, Z. Looks like he’s dressed to be receiving something, but I doubt it’s what you’d like him to.”

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